Wapun Meadow the botanical gardens

For someone's who's passions rested among the plants, finding a splendidly painted area like the Meadow was a gift. Isley could barely contain her glee, flitting like a bird between the varied shades of flower - each seemingly more beautiful than the last. The redhead only paused for a brief moment to inspect a new rising bud, sniffing gingerly to confirm it's identity before she moved on to the next. 

She was blissfully content, her green eyes scouring the foliage rather than the horizon - enough that were someone approaching she wouldn't realize it at first. She was much better situated in the quiet and still among the plants than in a proper social situation anyways. 

@Palisander if you're interested!