09-18-2016, 03:38 PM
The grey mare reminds her of someone, but Djinni cannot quite put her hoof on it.
It mustn't be a bad someone, because the smile that she returns to the grey mare is quick and easy. It is not often that she finds someone smaller than she is in her natural form, and for a moment Djinni wonders if this must be what it was like to be born tall. But then she laughs it away - she knows what it is like to be tall, and it is no different than it is being a pony.
"Hello Longear." Djinni replies, her voice as soft as her smile. "Tell me about Tephra?" she asks, the name unfamiliar but pleasant on her tongue. It must be a place beyond the mist, once of the lands that Beqanna had chosen to regift to her children.
It mustn't be a bad someone, because the smile that she returns to the grey mare is quick and easy. It is not often that she finds someone smaller than she is in her natural form, and for a moment Djinni wonders if this must be what it was like to be born tall. But then she laughs it away - she knows what it is like to be tall, and it is no different than it is being a pony.
"Hello Longear." Djinni replies, her voice as soft as her smile. "Tell me about Tephra?" she asks, the name unfamiliar but pleasant on her tongue. It must be a place beyond the mist, once of the lands that Beqanna had chosen to regift to her children.
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genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster