[open] Lost former home--still have heart. Problems.

[Djinni]

djinni

For a moment she’s not sure that he heard her, and the grullo mare is left standing – somewhat awkwardly – as she waits for a reply.

But then he’s looking up and apologizing, and she smiles. Now that he’s not drinking, she realizes how tall he is. She has to look up to meet his gaze (though that is typical) and is not surprised to find that he sounds so young. They almost all sound young to her anymore; there are few her age or older. It doesn’t bother her anymore – she has always enjoyed playing at benevolence.

“I’m sure no one will try to kill you,” she tells him, and then winks. “If they try, I’ll protect you.” She is a small pied mare, barely more than a pony with a sleek build. She looks no more intimidating than a child, but something about the certainty in her expression and tone suggests that she is more than capable of keeping her word.

The autumn wind blows a hank of her frosted mane across her face and as she shakes it away her gaze catches on the bright trees that ring the Field around them. They remind her of Sylva and what she has left behind, so she pushes it from her mind and turns back to the Tin Man. “I’m Djinni.”

current appearance:
slim build
smoky grullo tobiano
sea green eyes