Isabel Damaria is an OC in a story I’ve been working on. In this scene, she’s been spied early one morning in the gardens of Tyr Morgain by someone very close to her, who doesn’t understand what the magic he is seeing is or why she is in pain. Her tears and hair shimmer with the iridescent glow (or taint?) of a mysterious power in the sacred groves of light in which she supplicatingly kneels. This grave moment begins to weave a thread of misunderstanding between the two that will affect them all their lives.