10-10-2016, 01:33 PM
Djinni's smile widens as the girl approaches; she looks nothing more than utterly elated to have company.
"Hello Lumi," she replies, "I'm Djinni."
The girl smells of sulpher, a scent that the grullo mare is familari with. She had walked the edges of the volcanoes that once lay to the south of the Chamber, had peered into their fiery depths and flown far into the sky on the glorious updrafts they created. It seems then, that even though the volcanoes she knows are submerged, that some still bubble at the surface in this new Beqanna.
"I live in Nerine," she replies, "on the coast." They've all given names to their new homes, and unlike the names of Before - the Valley, the Desert, the Dale - these new words have no meaning. Nerine might be a frozen wasteland or a lush forest; but it is neither. "And you, Lumi, where do you come from?"
"Hello Lumi," she replies, "I'm Djinni."
The girl smells of sulpher, a scent that the grullo mare is familari with. She had walked the edges of the volcanoes that once lay to the south of the Chamber, had peered into their fiery depths and flown far into the sky on the glorious updrafts they created. It seems then, that even though the volcanoes she knows are submerged, that some still bubble at the surface in this new Beqanna.
"I live in Nerine," she replies, "on the coast." They've all given names to their new homes, and unlike the names of Before - the Valley, the Desert, the Dale - these new words have no meaning. Nerine might be a frozen wasteland or a lush forest; but it is neither. "And you, Lumi, where do you come from?"
D J I N N I
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