03-05-2017, 09:43 AM
When he says he was at the beach, she knows he does not mean their Beach. No one speaks of the Beqannian Beach with such flippancy. It is a somber place, marked here and there with lasting memorials made by talented mourners with bone-white sand that never quite feels comfortable beneath one's hooves. Djinni prefers to not think of that beach, and is relieved when the Tin Man's story leads elsewhere.
"Welcome to Beqanna then." She tells him, a small smile settling on her face as he explains his circumstance. He asks about what is beyond the Mountsin, and the grullo mare turns her head to look in the direction of the towering peak. She is not fond of it and what it represents, but she does think it looks rather striking, silhouetted against the bright sky. It is so much taller than the surrounding hills; the ridge that separates Pangea from the rest of Beqanna is entirely hidden.
"There's much more." Djinni says, and knowing that he's likely to want more than that, continues. "There are more common lands - here, the meadow, the forest - places where those without a true home tend to linger. And there are other lands to the north of the commons lands, where horses stay permanently: kingdoms, for the most part. I live in Sylva, the forest land north of the Mountain. There is also Nerine on the coast, and Tephra and Taiga to the east. Ischia is an island north of Tephra, and they call the wasteland Pangea."
She has said quite a bit so she pauses, her pale eyes searching the Tin Man's face for a reaction, suspecting he'll have more questions and the soft smile on her face suggesting that she's more than willing to answer.
"Welcome to Beqanna then." She tells him, a small smile settling on her face as he explains his circumstance. He asks about what is beyond the Mountsin, and the grullo mare turns her head to look in the direction of the towering peak. She is not fond of it and what it represents, but she does think it looks rather striking, silhouetted against the bright sky. It is so much taller than the surrounding hills; the ridge that separates Pangea from the rest of Beqanna is entirely hidden.
"There's much more." Djinni says, and knowing that he's likely to want more than that, continues. "There are more common lands - here, the meadow, the forest - places where those without a true home tend to linger. And there are other lands to the north of the commons lands, where horses stay permanently: kingdoms, for the most part. I live in Sylva, the forest land north of the Mountain. There is also Nerine on the coast, and Tephra and Taiga to the east. Ischia is an island north of Tephra, and they call the wasteland Pangea."
She has said quite a bit so she pauses, her pale eyes searching the Tin Man's face for a reaction, suspecting he'll have more questions and the soft smile on her face suggesting that she's more than willing to answer.
D J I N N I
genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster