Wapun Meadow Nature always wins.

Isley was not aggressive by nature - not unless driven to it. Instead she was more swept up by peace and just absorbing the view. It wasn't long before a scent interrupted her peace and Isley turned to view another figure, the other female regarding her in the same way. "Nothing is interrupted." Isley offered, her eyes drifting from the woman back to the planets. "Just enjoying the peace and quiet." She explained - there was nothing the woman would be doing to interrupt Isley's time there. 

The flowers were beginning to open up more, the meadow bright and alive with colors and shapes of various patterns. It was beautiful to her, and she liked the slower pace of the meadow. She wondered if any other grounds might be as wonderful as these. "My name is Isley."