"Plain? Your Majesty anyone who called you plain clearly has a vision problem." Part flattery to be sure but the rest was genuine. She didn't see beauty as others might have. Until her little sister came along she had been the only one in the family without wings, and growing up such gave her a slightly different perspective. It was also nice to smile again, she hadn't done much of it since she arrived, but now that she was beginning to settle in she wasn't nearly as tense. "Everyone always said my mother had dark fae in her, though I think that had more to do with how she behaved. She was a warrior, believed in living like one too, which was acceptable in the north to a point, she just tended to go beyond that point whenever it suited her. But I am not certain if the rumors are true or not, the family records are a bit of a mess and in some places incomplete."
She moved to sit beside the Queen admiring her wings a moment before letting her webbed hand drift down into the fountain, "I was a beautiful baby, according to all who knew and were allowed to see me. I believe the worst I ever was might have been early adolescence when it seemed like I went to bed one summer and woke up a good foot taller. I was pretty gangling for a while, bumped into things, hit my head, and other general clumsy things. It's better now that I've grown into my body, but no, I've looked pretty much the same for the most part. I have been told that my hands are 'too fish-like' to be pretty, but I don't suppose that supports the idea of being my true self at night, instead it tends to just show that sisters can be very catty."
Isyllt let out a contented hum and turned her face back toward the moon. "Thank you for this, Your Majesty. I can't imagine it is easy finding time away from your duties, I truly appreciate it."