09-21-2016, 12:31 PM
Though she knows that many are attached to their homelands, she finds it somewhat childish to miss a physical location. The world changes - it is best to keep moving, to make the world keep up with you rather than the other way around.
Djinni remembers the hot sands of her homeland, but it is the faces of her family that she truly misses.
There is a bay mare nearby, one that Diinni nearly passes by without comment. Then the wind shifts, only for a moment, but it is enough to make her pause.
"You smell like the Jungle," says the grullo mare to the roan, her head turning first, followed by her body. It's a familiar scent, even if it quickly being washed away from the members of the sisterhood by the briny air of the coast. "Did you live there, before?" Her expression is curious even though her eyes remain dark; she is willing to linger for conversation but is not yet entirely invested.
Djinni remembers the hot sands of her homeland, but it is the faces of her family that she truly misses.
There is a bay mare nearby, one that Diinni nearly passes by without comment. Then the wind shifts, only for a moment, but it is enough to make her pause.
"You smell like the Jungle," says the grullo mare to the roan, her head turning first, followed by her body. It's a familiar scent, even if it quickly being washed away from the members of the sisterhood by the briny air of the coast. "Did you live there, before?" Her expression is curious even though her eyes remain dark; she is willing to linger for conversation but is not yet entirely invested.
D J I N N I
genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster