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[Djinni]

Despite the softness at Djinni's core, the grey creature has little tolerance for bouts of what she sees as self pity. What is the point of moping about the Meadow, bemoaning a lack of wings (and does not most everyone lack wings with this new trick of Beqanna's?). A year ago she'd had given the mare back her wings without a second though - these days she is as normal as grass beneath her hooves and she can give nothing more than a piece of her mind.

"It looks like you could use some adornment," she replies, a single brow raised with a mixture of pity and worry (worry that is somewhat less heartfelt than it had been a moment ago).

"Do you plan on being sad in the Meadow for much longer?" She asks, tilting her head in a bemused fashion.