10-02-2016, 12:22 PM
Djinni has never had a friend.
She has had family: parents and sisters and brothers. She has had Walter: a conundrum that is both far beyond friendship and barely more than passing acquaintances. She's had lovers galore.
But she has never had a friend.
It's not something she has ever regretted, but as she searches the brown mare's friendly face for something hidden and finds nothing, she wonders if perhaps she has been missing something. The grullo mare is so used to others having angles, to be working toward something at the sacrifice of others around them. What would it be like to know someone that is not tied to her by blood, but rather by companionship.
It would be strange, she decides, but not entirely unwelcome.
"I was born in Beqanna," she replies, gesturing with her petite muzzle toward the south, where there is nothing more than ocean. "But the Desert where I was born is long gone, and all these lands are as new to me as they are to you." She tries a smile, a friendly expression, and finds it fits rather well.
"Well, not all of them, I suppose. I've become rather fond of the Coast of Nerine." And she has, even if she's not certain that it is to the Sisterhood that she wants to pledge her loyalty. "Do you like the ocean, Haliaka?"
She has had family: parents and sisters and brothers. She has had Walter: a conundrum that is both far beyond friendship and barely more than passing acquaintances. She's had lovers galore.
But she has never had a friend.
It's not something she has ever regretted, but as she searches the brown mare's friendly face for something hidden and finds nothing, she wonders if perhaps she has been missing something. The grullo mare is so used to others having angles, to be working toward something at the sacrifice of others around them. What would it be like to know someone that is not tied to her by blood, but rather by companionship.
It would be strange, she decides, but not entirely unwelcome.
"I was born in Beqanna," she replies, gesturing with her petite muzzle toward the south, where there is nothing more than ocean. "But the Desert where I was born is long gone, and all these lands are as new to me as they are to you." She tries a smile, a friendly expression, and finds it fits rather well.
"Well, not all of them, I suppose. I've become rather fond of the Coast of Nerine." And she has, even if she's not certain that it is to the Sisterhood that she wants to pledge her loyalty. "Do you like the ocean, Haliaka?"
D J I N N I
genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster