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all these young bodies turn, evolve on a word; djinni - Walter - 10-23-2018 if all this falls apart, he will never know what you are She’s as capricious as ever, and in the next moment she changes her mind and herself. and he will never know why the sun in my eyes burns like her @[Djinni] RE: all these young bodies turn, evolve on a word; djinni - Djinni - 10-25-2018 She has never loved a land in the same way that Walter had. If asked, her favorite kingdom would have been the Chamber, but that is not due to any loyalty or devotion on the genie's part for the realm itself. Rather, that place holds most of her memories with Walter. Soon, she supposes, her memories with him in Nerine will outnumber those in the Chamber. The thought brings a smile to her face, and she reaches out to presses a soft kiss to the bridge of Walter's nose. Wishing away his discomfort is nearly unconscious. It is so easy to feel the magic here, so much easier than it had been in Nerine. So much of her power has seeped into the earth of these golden woods that she can feel it even in the trees, their hungry roots having pulled the arcane from the soil along with the water. 'This is your Sylva' he asks, and Djinni nods. “Autumn is not the best time to visit.” The genie tells him, pivoting on her hind legs so that she can stand beside him. She sidles closer in a way that has become habit, giving him a moment to adjust his (usually) feathered wing and tuck her in beside him. “Spring is better. I like the bluebells.” Ahead of them, the fiery forest floor has become spring-green, the lively growth of plants covering the fallen leaves entirely. A riot of flowers has emerged: golden daffodils, pink-hearted clovers, violets, primroses, and her favorite: the tiny little bluebells. This would not look out of place in the spring in any other woodland, yet the canopy overhead bathes them in a unnaturally natural amber glow. “See?” She asks rhetorically, because of course he will. The yellow light around them is tangible evidence of magic, of the way it weaves through every fiber of their world. Djinni had forgotten this, for a while, and as she turns to Walter, she realizes that he had known this. Her brown eyes find his, and for a long moment she just looks at him with a fond smile on her flaming lips. He has always known her best. Better even than she does, the genie knows, and it is a strange thing to admit. It gives him power, but she has found that even a burden might be pleasurable if the load is shared. The genie had not been a good mother the first time, and perhaps even worse the second, and truly terrible the third. Only with Rivka has she tried - really tried. That, she knows, is because Walter was there for every moment, watching after and taking half of the weight she'd always assumed was hers alone. “I love you,” she tells Walter. This is perhaps not the ideal time for such admissions; they are in enemy territory after all, surrounded by any number of watchful eyes. Djinni has never lacked in self-confidence though, and she doubts there is anyone fit to challenge her in these woods. Not anymore. RE: all these young bodies turn, evolve on a word; djinni - Rey - 10-27-2018 Rey Wanna step to me better think twice, 'cause I look pretty but I ain't that nice @[Djinni] @[Walter] Feel free to poof her away or whatever |