09-29-2017, 08:38 AM
The rose gold mare has started to turn away, ready to lead Reshi down the beach, farther into Nerine, and closer to Nayl. The rising sun is toying with the shadows in the woods behind the blue mare, but there is a motion that is just too quick to be natural, and at that Djinni turns back.
The same dark corner where Reshi has glances before is no longer dark - and nor is it empty.
There is an unfortunately familiar face there now, and his appearance is greeted with a showing of teeth. It’s not a smile on Djinni’s face that shows those teeth, but rather a snarl, one that is all the more fierce for the serrated teeth behind it.
“You.” She hisses, and then her hard black gaze turns to Reshi. “And you! Did you bring him here?”
The arrival of Nayl behind her is not acknowledged, but Djinni knows that the other mare will not be offended. Nayl is prideful, but she is also skilled at reading a situation, and Djinni is clearly focused on these strangers.
“Do you remember the red-eyes wraith that Karaugh told us about?” She asks Nayl over her shoulder, her attention on the newcomers. “I think this is one of his pets. Ouija is it?”
Djinni resettles the golden wings at her sides, and then glances at Nayl.
“Perhaps he could tell us more.” Perhaps we should make him, she does not add. Ouija is the one who has stepped onto foreign land, after all. If they were to keep him, well, wouldn’t that be interesting.
The same dark corner where Reshi has glances before is no longer dark - and nor is it empty.
There is an unfortunately familiar face there now, and his appearance is greeted with a showing of teeth. It’s not a smile on Djinni’s face that shows those teeth, but rather a snarl, one that is all the more fierce for the serrated teeth behind it.
“You.” She hisses, and then her hard black gaze turns to Reshi. “And you! Did you bring him here?”
The arrival of Nayl behind her is not acknowledged, but Djinni knows that the other mare will not be offended. Nayl is prideful, but she is also skilled at reading a situation, and Djinni is clearly focused on these strangers.
“Do you remember the red-eyes wraith that Karaugh told us about?” She asks Nayl over her shoulder, her attention on the newcomers. “I think this is one of his pets. Ouija is it?”
Djinni resettles the golden wings at her sides, and then glances at Nayl.
“Perhaps he could tell us more.” Perhaps we should make him, she does not add. Ouija is the one who has stepped onto foreign land, after all. If they were to keep him, well, wouldn’t that be interesting.