[open] i hear the voice of rage and ruin | lomasi + diplomats

[Isilya]

The flower-draped mare often wanders the borders of Tephra, hoping to catch a new or a familiar face. She considered leaving her flower-and-leaf birds in the trees but it felt a little too much like spying. She didn’t need to know what everyone was up to - but she sure did like the chance to say hello whenever she could! That wasn’t so bad, right? There isn’t always someone standing near the border but it’s an absolute delight whenever there is. Like today! And there’s not just one someone but two.  As soon as she spots them through the trees, Isilya is hurrying over - expertly navigating around trees and over stumps, hooves magically leaving not even a speck out of place or a blade so much as bent. “Hello there!” Today her vines are decorated in bright purples and yellows (since she heard those are the colours butterflies like the most and is testing out the theory) and the blooms bounce a little with each step before she comes to a stop before the two mares. Her green and gold eyes shine with her usual smile as she dips her head in greeting - already sure that today must be a blessed one. “Can I help you guys with anything? I’m Isilya.”

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@[Lepis]