02-11-2018, 03:53 PM
For the longest time, she has been nothings.
A speck of dust, a sunbeam, a grain of sand.
That last one had been the end of it; there are too many emotions tied to the gritty bits of stone and shell around her.
Djinni appears on the coast in a shimmer of golden sand. It disappears before it reaches the ground, and leaves behind a grullo mare that is all but non-descript. The minimally marked tobiano had left the golden bracelets in Sylva, but there are still loops of gold in her twitching, black-tipped ears.
There is also something ethereal in her manner, a sense of hidden power despite her small frame.
She has been the Mage of Nerine for what - a decade now?
The title is nice; Djinni has alway enjoyed titles. They're not unlike the brilliant colors, wings, and horns she often wears. Decorations; she has always been fond of decorations.
That cannot be said today, when she reappears in Nerine for the first time in six months. Her memories of that time are fractured; it is difficult to think in the form of sunlight.
Still, there is something that she remembers. It is why she had left, and why she has returned. Self-flagellation seems to be another of her talents, for she keeps to the eastern shore as she wanders beside the sea. She knows what it is in the north, who wanders the cliffs above the rougher sea.
A speck of dust, a sunbeam, a grain of sand.
That last one had been the end of it; there are too many emotions tied to the gritty bits of stone and shell around her.
Djinni appears on the coast in a shimmer of golden sand. It disappears before it reaches the ground, and leaves behind a grullo mare that is all but non-descript. The minimally marked tobiano had left the golden bracelets in Sylva, but there are still loops of gold in her twitching, black-tipped ears.
There is also something ethereal in her manner, a sense of hidden power despite her small frame.
She has been the Mage of Nerine for what - a decade now?
The title is nice; Djinni has alway enjoyed titles. They're not unlike the brilliant colors, wings, and horns she often wears. Decorations; she has always been fond of decorations.
That cannot be said today, when she reappears in Nerine for the first time in six months. Her memories of that time are fractured; it is difficult to think in the form of sunlight.
Still, there is something that she remembers. It is why she had left, and why she has returned. Self-flagellation seems to be another of her talents, for she keeps to the eastern shore as she wanders beside the sea. She knows what it is in the north, who wanders the cliffs above the rougher sea.