Author's Note: Kisara/Priestess Isis + bloom for Waves!
There's a garden right outside the palace walls, where the desert's best bloom. Vibrant colors and shapes of all kinds.
Isis has a perfect view from her room. Some might prefer a more tranquil one of the inner grounds. But she's happy to look upon the people as they bustle by. Staving off the loneliness of her visions.
There's one woman, fair-haired, who she's noticed stops by every day. Were it not for the same ragged clothes the girl wore each day, Isis would have imagined a better a life for her.
As such, she appears a wary, lonely woman. Not unlikely due to her strange appearance as well as her status.
Isis watches as the young woman, not before glancing around her, bends to smell the fragrant blooms. They were likely planted there for show but Isis is happy to see them bring joy. To the passerby, the children and this mysterious woman.
But it isn't until Isis is being carted out the palace gates for another errand that she realizes this fascination has bloomed into something more. For her heart skips a beat when she see's the woman, taking in the passing wagon.
"Stop!" Isis calls. And dutifully, the wagon does. Isis opens the door to approach the woman, whose eyes have gone wide at the sudden change.
Just as Isis is about to step out, she realizes she's being thinking about approaching this woman for longer than she'd admitted to herself.
"There are more flowers within, dear woman, if you'd like to see them?" Isis says in greeting. "What is your name?"
"Kisara, Priestess," the woman's musical voice breathed out. Uncertainty clear in her bright blue eyes. "And I'd only ever dreamt of the honor."
"Come by tomorrow, and we will walk the grounds together," Isis said with a smile. "For I've been longing to show you them myself," she continued, pointing towards her room high above.
And it seemed Kisara could no longer hold back her blush. "I'll dream of it," she replied.
Isis smile grew at that. Then faltered as she took in the woman's clothes. "And I have a dress I think you'll look dazzling in," she continued.
She was rewarded with Kisara's bright one in return accompanied by musical laughter.
As Isis reboarded the wagon, she turned to see the woman watching her. And excitement thrummed low in her belly. At this fierce but gentle woman who'd already stolen her heart.