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As the Winds Blow, any - Simeon - 10-10-2016 as the winds blow, so will I know... as the grasses grow, so will I go… as far as the skies will take me nothing can break me… as the winds blow RE: As the Winds Blow, any - Djinni - 10-11-2016 She is still wearing the coral hue that she had put on for Lagertha, the soft pink accented by the darker primitive markings (mauve leg barring, dorsal stripe, and shoulder bars), when she comes across the stallion. He is drawing to a halt in the sand when she emerges from the cave mouth where she'd been watching the sea. "You look happy," she says to him with a smile that is alluring only because it is on the pretty face of a lovely mare, and not for any intentional purpose. She turns her head to look out at the sea, watching the grey-green waves as they crest white and crash on the cool grey sand. "You just missed seeing the dolphins though; they came quite close to the shoreline." There is something familiar about the bay stallion, some resemblance to someone that she had met before. She cannot quite put her hoof on it - and she has met so many horses - so she does not let it bother her. "My name's Djinni. What's yours?' She asks. RE: As the Winds Blow, any - Simeon - 10-11-2016 He was admiring the play on colors in the sky and the rippled replication on the sea mixed in with its own hues. His mismatched gaze followed one row of waves as it approached the shore, capping and rolling before they slid onto the greyish sand. He began to think that the beach may just become one of his favorite places. Even in all the sights he had ever seen. It was so peaceful at the moment, and he enjoyed the quiet. Moments later, soft footfall in the sand behind him reached his ears, followed by a feminine voice. "You look happy." Bay roan stallion turned his head to view the mare, and he almost did a double-take at her appearance. She was very lovely, with shades of pink covering her entire body with darker pink primitive markings. The only indication of his surprise was a slight widening of his eyes, easily missed. Only in Beqanna, he thought with affectionate amusement. He returned her smile nonetheless, and nodded to her in greeting. "I am happy." He validated her observation pleasantly. "It is the beginning of a beautiful day. And even better now." His voice was deep and smooth, lightly accented with Italian influence. That which he had taken from his father. His dual colored gaze- the left brown, the other green- slid from her back out to the ocean. It was better now. Now that he had arrived here, and now he had company to enjoy it with. He didn't mean it necessarily flirtatiously, but he did mean it. She spoke of the dolphins showing themselves only moments before he arrived and he 'tsked', though his easy smile did not fade. "That certainly would have been a sight to see. Do they do that often? I would surely like to see them. Perhaps I may be given another chance." He kept his voice low, deepening his baritone, wanting not to disturb the serenity of the scene around them. One ear was pointed to her, the other flicked between the white noise of the seashore and the brustling of the warm breeze playing through the trees, whistling through the caves and rocky cliffs. Birds sang in the distance, adding to the music of it all. She introduced herself then, and he turned to her a bit more, basically only taking a step or two with his hinds. He stood now at an obtuse angle to her, scarred haunches facing more away. This way he could better divide his attention between her and their surroundings. He smiled at her, this time dipping his head respectfully. "Buongiorno, Djinni. It is good to meet you. I am Simeon." He let a heartbeat or two pass before he asked. "Have you been with the sisterhood long?" RE: As the Winds Blow, any - Djinni - 10-11-2016 Though Djinni has seen oceans before, she likes this one the best. It is no tropical paradise of white sand beaches and waving palms, but the grey-green water and the cool granite sand are paradise enough for the tobiano mare. Her djinn had found it satisfactory enough to call home, and so Djinni does too. It is strange, she thinks, to have a home. She had lived in the Chamber far longer than she has lived her, but that pine forested mountainside was never truly home. The bay stallion replied that he is happy, and Djinni smiles in response. It is good, she thinks, to have a friendly face here. Too many of them are dour and uncompromising, stewing with their own personal troubles and the dramatic intrigue that seems to follow the Sisterhood wherever they settle. "I suppose the answer to that depends on what you mean by being with the Sisterhood. I've been here since Beqanna gave us the coast, but I've heard there were been pledging ceremonies when the Sisterhood lived in the Jungle, and none of those have happened in the year since we arrived. If that matters, I suppose I'm not with them yet at all." And she might not be, she doesn't add. Djinni likes the sea, and she is fond of a few of the individual women, but a few of the things that have been asked of them infringe a little far of the dainty mare's sense of individuality. Sacrifice her womb for the realm? Triple their numbers as quickly as possible with no quality control? No, perhaps she might live with the sisterhood and be a woman alone. "What about you, Simeon? Are you a member of the sisterhood" A teasing smile plays over her face - they both know that he has a few too many bits to belong to a gaggle of women. Perhaps he is the lover of one of the women, or even a brother or son. RE: As the Winds Blow, any - Simeon - 10-20-2016 A bit of a sheepish grin slowly played across his lips as she spoke, and he ducked his head a little with a light chuckle. "A poorly phrased question, it seems." He took a moment to breath deep the salty air before he returned his gaze to her. The scent of the place had settled into the mare's pelt, adding to the overall aura of confidence and security she carried with her. It had been easy for him to come to the conclusion she had lived here for some time now, thus assuming her to be a Sister. A phrase he learned along his journeys came to mind, then: 'to assume makes an ass out of you and me.' The reminder brought back his easy smile, a bit more amused this time. "I don't presume to know for sure, amica, but I would say that with this great change in Beqanna, perhaps it's time for a change in customs?" The question is more or less rhetoric, more a gentle suggestion of an idle thought he had. The stallion sought her face for a reaction before he idly slid his gaze back to the water, sweeping over the horizon. "I would like to think that even without a ritual, if enough of your time has been spent here and this is where your loyalties lie, then you are enough to be called a Sister in my eyes. But what do I know?" He rolled his shoulders with his last question, smirking slightly with amusement. It grew wider as he heard her next question, and the roan couldn't stop the bubble of laughter that spilled out from him, deep and rumbly. Without thinking about it, he reached over and 'booped' her neck (low, toward the shoulder) with his muzzle in friendly affection. Pulling back again, bicolored eyes found her lovely face once more, catching the teasing expression that seemed to cause a twinkle in her eye and her lips to be a bit crooked. He sobered his laughter quickly, but the amusement doesn't leave him. "I suppose not, Djinni. I did live in the Jungle for pretty much my whole life, though I have been away a long time. When last I was there, my mother was queen." His heart swelled when he spoke of her, his beloved mother. Sim missed her, and his father, very much. A twinge of sadness would be evident only by the slightest change in his eyes, detracting a bit from his overall happy expression. But he tried not to linger on the thought of them too much at this moment, not wanting to bring down their conversation. "Perhaps you knew her? She was Scorch. Hestoni was her mate, and my father." And really, he would be surprised if she hadn't. Sim was sure there weren't many alive who didn't at least know of the hairless and fiery woman. Now, moreover, the stallion watched the mare's face, gauging her response to his revelation of his lineage. RE: As the Winds Blow, any - Djinni - 10-26-2016 Tales of the frozen tundra of the brotherhood and the humid jungle of the sisterhood had never especially intrigued Djinni as a child the way they had some of her younger siblings. Neither habitat seemed especially formiddable, and to a girl growing up in a kingdom without gender divisions, the purpose of splitting away had seemed pointless and futile. The modern kingdoms did not hold up to the tales of old; the Tundra allowed women in thier ranks and the Jungle had men wandering freely between the vines. There is something to be said for tradition and for the accuracy of a name, and the grullo mare has always been fond of accuracy. "Or perhaps it's time for a return to the oldest ways." She replies with an equally amicable tone, "Perhaps Beqanna returned because things had changed a little too much." The tension in the air has been present since her arrival at the beach, and while she hasn't yet named it, there is a tipping point for everything, and the Sisterhood is inching closer with each passing day. But is not in the mood for tension, she is in the mood for company. So Djinni nods agreeably when Simeon says that rituals are not more important than time and loyalty, and returns the amused brush with one of her own. His reply - that his mother had ruled here - is in line with her suspicions, and she is not surprised that he has come back. Being unfamiliar with the monarchs of late, she doesn't expect to recognize the name of his mother, but something makes her pause. "I didn't know your mother, no" Replies the grullo mare, "But I did know her mother." To most of Beqanna, that would mean the Djinni was close with Echion, yet another Jungle Queen. But Djinni knows the truth that Echion had kept from her children for the longest time - that they were not her children after all, and that she had stolen them away from Djinn's childhood friend. Djinni had been the one to tell Katriel, to break the news that Tivona and Rharian were not the pied children she had birthed, but rather the changelings passed to her in the cover of darkness. Echion had stolen away Scorch and Crito, and their lives had been forever changed. But enough history. She'd content to leave her answer as it is - though she cannot help but wonder if Scorch aad Crito had ever shared their heritage with their own children. She's heard Crito went to the Tundra eventually - a fitting descendent of his father. |