The summer sun is dimmed by the trees overhead, but there is still plenty of light by which to navigate the woods.
Djinni is alone this afternoon, having sent Ivar off to play in the water, and she wanders the familiar path with no real destination in mind. Is it rare for her to have time alone - a consequence of parenthood - and she is almost relaxed when she hears the sound of hoofsteps.
The source is farther into the woods, and Djinni muffles a sigh as she alters her direction to move closer. She is in her natural form, so the mousy grey and white mare that steps from behind a beech tree to stand in front of the black stranger is far from intimidating. She is barely more than a pony, with her mother's delicate build. Yet the way that she stands between the stranger and the rest of the land of Sylva is full of confidence, and her voice is friendly as she greets him.
"Welcome to Sylva." She tells the stranger. "What brings you to our woods?"
Djinni is alone this afternoon, having sent Ivar off to play in the water, and she wanders the familiar path with no real destination in mind. Is it rare for her to have time alone - a consequence of parenthood - and she is almost relaxed when she hears the sound of hoofsteps.
The source is farther into the woods, and Djinni muffles a sigh as she alters her direction to move closer. She is in her natural form, so the mousy grey and white mare that steps from behind a beech tree to stand in front of the black stranger is far from intimidating. She is barely more than a pony, with her mother's delicate build. Yet the way that she stands between the stranger and the rest of the land of Sylva is full of confidence, and her voice is friendly as she greets him.
"Welcome to Sylva." She tells the stranger. "What brings you to our woods?"
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genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster