09-26-2016, 01:42 PM
She does not feel inclined to climb the Mountain, so instead she circles it.
Djinni, as plain and grey as the day she was born, winds her way along the edges of Sylva. The trees are as bright as the wildflowers, and the grullo mares spends as much time looking up at the canopy as she does at the distant mountain. She does not know who has settled here; only that it is not the members of the Sisterhood. They remain sequestered at the Coast, bemoaning the loss of their humid Jungle.
She sees, now and again, flickers of movement. There are horses living here, but they've not yet approached. Perhaps she has not yet fully crossed into their land, or perhaps they don't feel the need to protect their borders. Djinni is not truly interested in investigating their home, but she is also not averse to having someone to talk to.
After a moment of silent contemplation, she raises her petite muzzle and whinnies. The sound is soft, undemanding. She only wants a bit of company as she walks.
Djinni, as plain and grey as the day she was born, winds her way along the edges of Sylva. The trees are as bright as the wildflowers, and the grullo mares spends as much time looking up at the canopy as she does at the distant mountain. She does not know who has settled here; only that it is not the members of the Sisterhood. They remain sequestered at the Coast, bemoaning the loss of their humid Jungle.
She sees, now and again, flickers of movement. There are horses living here, but they've not yet approached. Perhaps she has not yet fully crossed into their land, or perhaps they don't feel the need to protect their borders. Djinni is not truly interested in investigating their home, but she is also not averse to having someone to talk to.
After a moment of silent contemplation, she raises her petite muzzle and whinnies. The sound is soft, undemanding. She only wants a bit of company as she walks.
D J I N N I
genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster