come down from the mountain; any

[Djinni]

djinni

She had left him before dawn, as she always does. They sleep near, but never with the other.

Djinni swears that once she woke up in the night and he was beside her, a warm comfort pressing to her side. But she'd been so tired and had so quickly fallen back asleep that it's only half remembered; sometimes she thinks it might have been a dream.

She does not push him, does not tease and pull at his boundaries. That might make him leave, and Djinni has only just gotten him to stay.

The weight of responsibility is uncomfortably heavy, but she manages to shirk it, and is wandering the beach instead of the forest by noon. The grullo mare isn’t looking for Walter, but when she sees him, alone in the dunes, she comes closer.

“Hi,” she says with a soft smile, still not entirely able to believe that this time they’ve not gone years without seeing the other.

current appearance:
natural build – slim
smoky grullo tobiano