He mentions the Chamber, and Djinni doesn’t hide the curiosity in her expression. She had spent some time in the Chamber, but it was never quite enough to call it home – it was simply where Walter was. The names that Magnus includes in tale are strangers to her – Offspring, Eight – but it seems that since they’re gone away she might never even meet them. It matters little, she decides.
The lull that Beqanna rests in is not as desirable for Djinni; she has always been the one to do the stirring. She had promises to keep and oaths to uphold though, and for now doesn’t press the idea of alliances. Instead she smiles graciously as the buckskin stallion suggests that she show him around. “I’d be glad to show you Sylva,” she replies, stepping forward. She moves past Magnus a little closer than necessary, flirtatious but not especially tempting, and adds that: “Though it probably won’t be as exciting as theirs…unless you’re especially interested in trees.”
Djinni grins, gesturing into the woods ahead of her. Sylva is full of deciduous trees, and while she does miss the sweet scent of pines and the tropical notes of her beloved palms, there is something soothing about this forest. It is old, despite the fact that it doesn’t seem to have existed prior to the reckoning. Or perhaps it had existed someplace else? She has never delved too deeply into the theoretical conflicts of magic; she has never needed to. They continue to walk for a ways until the sound of rushing water reaches their ears. Ahead, winding through the autumnal woods, is a brief stretch of white water, complete with a waterfall the height of an average horse.
“Not especially grandiose,” says the grullo mare as she turns to the stallion with a smile, “But rather fitting considering the history behind so many of the residents here.”
natural build - slim
smoky grullo tobiano
sea green eyes