djinni
all my fragile strength is gone
D J I N N I
genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster
Beqanna
Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
all my fragile strength is gone - Nayl
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08-20-2017, 03:49 PM
08-20-2017, 07:43 PM
The autumn wind blows the dark strands of her hair, whipping them into a tangled mess and brining them with salty spray. Already the salt on her lips has her longing for water; but the thirst is a familiar one. It reminds her of the desert and the perpetual search for water, of the hot yellow sun that seems so very far away from this watery grey sky.
Closer here than in the woods, she must admit to herself. The rest of Beqanna finally matches the forest of Sylva, but Djinni has paid it little mind. The turning of seasons – the quick spring and blink of a summer – they don’t seem to have passed at all. Her children are older; Lochwood and Starlin go adventuring for hours and Ivar has not been home in weeks. They’ll not need her for much longer, she knows. It is a bittersweet feeling; pride and longing and sadness all rolled into one. She has little time to linger on it; the sound of hooves on sand reach her ears even over the crash of the waves. It is Nayl, as she had known it would be. The smile she gives in return is slow but genuine, and she replies: “Too long” with an uncharacteristic note of sincerity in her soft voice. “I’m ready to come home,” she admits, her answer to Nayl’s question falling into none of the categories that the queen had listed. D J I N N I
genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster
08-28-2017, 08:18 PM
08-29-2017, 09:09 PM
It’s been nearly five years since she’d left the shore for the woods. The time seems to have gone quickly, and she can almost pretend that it hasn’t passed at all. Almost. Then she catches a glimpse of her children – her youngest children. She was a mother! Before the world had changed, Djinni had known what she wanted. She had an eternity to do anything she ever desired. She had never wanted children.
And now she has three. (Four really, if you count little Rhysand, and Djinni is truly fond of the piebald colt). How the world has changed. The expression that crosses Nayl’s face is not unexpected, but it does not make seeing it any easier. Djinni knows that Nayl’s title of the Iron Queen is not an undeserved one, but she also knows that it is not entirely accurate. Nayl is not invincible, though she would very much like the outside world to believe it. They’d find her all the more terrifying if they knew the truth, Djinni thinks with a wry smile that does not quite mesh with the topic at hand. If Beqanna knew the lengths that Nayl would go to for damaged pride, they’d whisper the name Nerine with appropriate reverence. It’s something that Djinni has always liked about the other mare; she has never been able to accurately predict what it is that Nayl will say or do. It brightens a relationship that Djinni would otherwise find dull, as she eventually finds most of her companions. Never in a thousand years would she have suspected that Nayl would jump to Stillwater as an explanation for Djinni’s announcement. Nayl knows the truth about the two of them – or at least more of the truth than anyone other than Djinni and Stillwater knows. Even if the Nerinian queen were to suspect that their publicly-undefined relationship had ended, did she really think that Djinni would come back to Nerine for that? If something had happened between them (something terrible and worth giving up a throne for), she’d had simply sent him back. He’d always liked the caves better here anyway. He probably liked Nayl more too, truth be told, and if that meant she wouldn’t wake up drained of blood and pregnant a third time, maybe it would have been for the best. That is not what had happened though – that is not the why – and so she simply shakes her head with eyes looking out to sea. She laughs suddenly at the mention of Hyaline. Djinni often forgets how young Nayl is, and how little she knows. It’s easy to do, as a head is full of many things after three-quarters of a century. Child rulers become adult rulers. Former child rulers never want to let go of their thrones; that is a proven fact. Their royal children or grandchildren might rebel and disdain power, but any head that wears a monarch’s crown as a child will be loathe to ever let it go. It had taken death to wrest away power from the horses in her lineage; Djinni is both proof and witness to problems just like the one that Nayl is fretting over. “Who said I was just going to step down?” asks the glass-eyed mare. Until now, the uncharacteristic sincerity that she displayed had not wavered. Now, for a brief moment at least, there is a spark in her eye. “Surely I could come back in a manner that would be more helpful to Nerine than just to turn tail and retreat?” Djinni doesn’t offer any suggestions as to exactly what type of ‘manner’ she refers to, but she does wish the knowledge of their conversation drowned out by the crashing waves and shrieking gulls. ooc: so this post basically ran away with me sorry D: D J I N N I
genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster
09-12-2017, 07:53 PM
09-12-2017, 09:37 PM
Djinni does not need to be asked twice.
Yet for a moment she lingers, her hard green eyes fading to a soft brown as she watches emotion flicker across Nayl’s face. The Iron Queen is not flawless, but that is part of why Djinni loves her friendship. There is always something behind the mask that the piebald mare presents to the world, and Djinni is simultaneously amused by the performance and intrigued by the actress. Nayl mentions Hyaline again, and Djinni tilts her head thoughtfully. While she had given neither messenger any reaction other than utter confidence in her own prowess, Djinni had not ignored the threat in the news provided by Karaugh and Ouija. While she is entirely unconcerned for her own safety and that of those close to her, there are some limits to her power. She’s been discovering more of them lately, but she can surely attribute that to more frequent boundary testing. Better to not spread herself too thin, she’d decided. Better to keep an eye on a single realm. If the chance to give the darkness a tangible location was also on the table…well. That would surely be a coincidence. If they’d stayed in the Taiga, Djinni would have watched it there. Now, without a home, nowhere on the map of Beqanna is safe. She’d rather have darkness grow from a source she can pinpoint. It’s always easier to kill something if you can find its root. These thoughts – and many others – flicker through her mind as she waits for Nayl to return her attention from the sea. When she finally does meet those golden eyes with her own, she does so with a friendly twist to her dark mouth. “I’ll be back before you know it,” she tells the smoky black mare. Reaching forward, the grullo presses her cheek to Nayl’s affectionately. The genie vanishes before she even pulls away, and for a brief moment a pile of golden sand sits atop the grey before it disappears as well. D J I N N I
genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster
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