Life-Open

[Djinni]

"Haliaka", she repeats, pleased with the sound in makes as she does so. "Does it mean anything, or is it just a pretty?" Her own name is nothing more than a tribute to the creature that brought her back to life when she was born breathless from her mother's womb. 'Jenny', most of them say, and Djinni has never bothered to correct it.

Best to not summon things that one has no need of, after all.

Djinni shifts her weight to stand more comfortably, and flicks her dark tail against her haunches as she does so. There is still a bit of dried salt along her belly, the remnants of an early morning swim in the sea. With the summer coming, the water along the coast has begun to warm up, and while she doubts the grey water will ever be quite as balmy as the oases she was raised beside, there is something comforting about the water.

"Are you new to Beqanna, Haliaka?" she asks curiously, her grey eyes bright in her dark face. This remade Beqanna is new to them all, and with the maelstrom on new smells from the new lands, Djinni is no longer able to tell from where others hail. Haliaka might be new to Beqanna, or she might have swum over from Ischia or crossed the lava streams from Tephra.