this is the road to ruin - castile, any

[Djinni]

ooc: this is technically a reply to @[Castile]'s post in Sylva. timeline wise, it's the morning after the Lost Boys were in Hyaline (to account for time taken to travel, etc)

djinni

It is not magic that lets her find him – it is his raucous yelling in the quiet night of Sylva.

She’s there in an instant, appearing before the winged princeling in a shower of golden sand. It disappears before it touches the ground, as does her smile as she takes in Castile’s appearance and what he has to say.

It takes her longer to reply than it should.

Sylva is safe, she reasons; that is what she had promised Nayl. The grey mare has not yet discussed what the new relationship with Hyaline entails. More responsibility, she realizes, just as she should have expected. Her son is already sleeping, worn out from a day of diving in the sea. She will let him sleep. With something that is almost a sigh, she reaches out to touch Castile’s dark shoulder.

In an instant they appear in Hyaline.

Dawn colors the mountainous land, but the soft pink of the sky is marred by plumes of smoke. Djinni frowns. What remains of the fire is extinguished, but she does not waste effort clearing away the smoke. It will fade in time.

“What happened?” She asks the tobiano colt beside her, “Who did this?”

all my fragile strength is gone