It was high Tallsun. The sun felt warm and rejuvenating upon her back, ivory wings spread wide and arching slightly as the filly prepared for a landing. Beneath her, the green grass rippled and swayed like the rolling waves of the ocean, disturbed by the air currents from her beating wings. The golden etchings along her shoulders, back, and wings glistened in the bright sunlight, and with a wistful glance upwards and at the exposed sun, Israfel came to a soft landing upon the fresh grasses of the fields. She tucked her wings close to her sides, head still tilted upwards, admiring the cloudless sky with soft, vermillion eyes.

It was warm and welcoming, here in the Heavenly Fields, almost as if it was a special place just for her. Here, she was closest to the sun, and to the Gods themselves, much to her joy. Could others understand what made his place so special? With a shake of her head, the Demi-Goddess gave a sarcastic snort. No, she was sure that they couldn’t. Except for maybe a select few… However, that wasn’t important. What was important was that she was away from the uncomfortable, damp atmosphere of the Edge, and she was here, dry and warm.

“… Is there no one else out today?” She asked to no one in particular, the pale, pink tinted forms of her lips twitching slightly at her murmured words. The flowing ivory strands of her tail gave an agitated flick, but other than that the filly didn’t truly mind. After all, this was her special place; somewhere to be warm and comforted by the worldly embodiment of her father, the Sun God. With one last glance to the glowing, white-hot orb in the sky, Isra took a tentative step forwards in the grass, one cloven, gold hoof disappearing into the waving green grass.

A breeze was picking up, tousling the strands of her mane and tail and tossing the flowers around that were woven into the ivory hairs. Nostrils expanded, drawing in a breath of the fresh clean air. It was a wonderful day, warm and welcoming to any who wished to be out and about around Helovia. Looking to her left, then to her right, Israfel gave her head a mighty toss, spreading her wings out to give the feathered appendages a stretch. Her wings beat into the air, pushing the current into the disarrayed grass that lay before her. With a laugh at nothing but her own antics, Israfel once more tucked her wings close to her nimble body and pushed off the ground, taking off across the large field at a canter.

Daughter of a God or not, she was still a filly, and desperately wished to fill the playfulness that suddenly amassed in her breast. Above her, the sun shone down upon the daughter of light. Israfel would make most of this day, even if she had to spend it alone.

[ooc: Open to any and all. :3 I’m still trying to get used to Isra’s character, so… Bear with me while I find some common ground with her.]