10-26-2016, 08:01 AM
Tales of the frozen tundra of the brotherhood and the humid jungle of the sisterhood had never especially intrigued Djinni as a child the way they had some of her younger siblings. Neither habitat seemed especially formiddable, and to a girl growing up in a kingdom without gender divisions, the purpose of splitting away had seemed pointless and futile. The modern kingdoms did not hold up to the tales of old; the Tundra allowed women in thier ranks and the Jungle had men wandering freely between the vines.
There is something to be said for tradition and for the accuracy of a name, and the grullo mare has always been fond of accuracy.
"Or perhaps it's time for a return to the oldest ways." She replies with an equally amicable tone, "Perhaps
Beqanna returned because things had changed a little too much."
The tension in the air has been present since her arrival at the beach, and while she hasn't yet named it, there is a tipping point for everything, and the Sisterhood is inching closer with each passing day.
But is not in the mood for tension, she is in the mood for company. So Djinni nods agreeably when Simeon says that rituals are not more important than time and loyalty, and returns the amused brush with one of her own. His reply - that his mother had ruled here - is in line with her suspicions, and she is not surprised that he has come back. Being unfamiliar with the monarchs of late, she doesn't expect to recognize the name of his mother, but something makes her pause.
"I didn't know your mother, no" Replies the grullo mare, "But I did know her mother."
To most of Beqanna, that would mean the Djinni was close with Echion, yet another Jungle Queen. But Djinni knows the truth that Echion had kept from her children for the longest time - that they were not her children after all, and that she had stolen them away from Djinn's childhood friend. Djinni had been the one to tell Katriel, to break the news that Tivona and Rharian were not the pied children she had birthed, but rather the changelings passed to her in the cover of darkness. Echion had stolen away Scorch and Crito, and their lives had been forever changed.
But enough history. She'd content to leave her answer as it is - though she cannot help but wonder if Scorch aad Crito had ever shared their heritage with their own children. She's heard Crito went to the Tundra eventually - a fitting descendent of his father.
There is something to be said for tradition and for the accuracy of a name, and the grullo mare has always been fond of accuracy.
"Or perhaps it's time for a return to the oldest ways." She replies with an equally amicable tone, "Perhaps
Beqanna returned because things had changed a little too much."
The tension in the air has been present since her arrival at the beach, and while she hasn't yet named it, there is a tipping point for everything, and the Sisterhood is inching closer with each passing day.
But is not in the mood for tension, she is in the mood for company. So Djinni nods agreeably when Simeon says that rituals are not more important than time and loyalty, and returns the amused brush with one of her own. His reply - that his mother had ruled here - is in line with her suspicions, and she is not surprised that he has come back. Being unfamiliar with the monarchs of late, she doesn't expect to recognize the name of his mother, but something makes her pause.
"I didn't know your mother, no" Replies the grullo mare, "But I did know her mother."
To most of Beqanna, that would mean the Djinni was close with Echion, yet another Jungle Queen. But Djinni knows the truth that Echion had kept from her children for the longest time - that they were not her children after all, and that she had stolen them away from Djinn's childhood friend. Djinni had been the one to tell Katriel, to break the news that Tivona and Rharian were not the pied children she had birthed, but rather the changelings passed to her in the cover of darkness. Echion had stolen away Scorch and Crito, and their lives had been forever changed.
But enough history. She'd content to leave her answer as it is - though she cannot help but wonder if Scorch aad Crito had ever shared their heritage with their own children. She's heard Crito went to the Tundra eventually - a fitting descendent of his father.
D J I N N I
genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster