[private] the world is waiting

[Isilya]

Isilya

yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene
her purest of crystal and brightest of green

Isilya has not stirred from the tree-nest she had formed at the beginning of the eclipse until today. A bright dawn stretches across the lush forest of Tephra and she knows today is the day. She can feel it in her body, no longer fatigued from the simple - but prolonged - act of keeping light in Tephra, and she can feel it in the twin trees that have grown from the one that encases her.

They are ready and she must be ready too in order to greet them.

The bark that has been encasing her peels backwards and she slowly steps out, golden points shimmering in the light that filters in through the leaves. Isilya takes a moment to make sure she remembers how to walk, decorating herself with soft wisps of wisteria in soft pink and cloud-white, and her heart feels light when she turns to the trees. Nestled in their roots are two fillies - both matching her perfectly until the one is exposed to the air and then she begins to reflect the colours of the sky overhead.

Isilya is tired from crafting them, but it is a joyful tired - one that she relishes over the deep exhaustion she had felt after the eclipse. She thinks of Grove and how excited she is to introduce him to his new sisters, how much she hopes they can find friends here in this jungle.

There is enough magic in her still to encourage the roots to shift enough to give the fillies room to rise, to stretch, to join her as she speaks to them in a soft voice threaded with all the love in her heart. “Come on, little ones. The world is waiting.”

’twas not her soft magic of streamlet or rill
oh! no, it was something more exquisite still

for Jenny (and the babies if they wanna join <3)