09-07-2017, 08:02 PM
While Beqanna knows that Hyaline and Sylva are the lesser members of the Nerinian Empire, there is little information in the wind as to why. (How anyone knows Sylva is a subkingdom when even Nayl and Djinni have not discussed it is a wonder, but this is a world of magic, and some things defy explanation).
The grullo Djinni is as much a member of the kingdom-by-the-sea as she is of the one in the woods. Her friendship with Nayl had not waned despite the time that passed between their meetings, and since the birth of her twins, Djinni’s presence by the sea has become ever more frequent. There are things brewing in beside the sea, and Djinni has grown tired of the woods.
The cold winter wind that usually rips along the grey coast of Nerine is absent today. A portent of the coming spring, perhaps? Djinni, wearing her natural form, is standing in the shadows of a tall seaside cave when she sees movement atop the cliffs. There is a spotted mare there, warming her wings in the bright sun. She watches from her position, curious but not intrigued, but when the stranger responds to the distant call, Djinni does as well.
In an instant, she is atop the cliff, directly behind the caller.
Djinni has time to hear someone being welcomed to Nerine, and draws up beside a familiar buckskin face. It used to be more familiar, of course, but she’s not seen the dappled mare in more than a year. She’s not entirely sure where the pretty female had been hiding, but she does listen with genuine interest as she speaks. The two of them look to have come from Sylva together, and nothing in the small mare’s body language suggests anything different. A pair of diplomats is no surprise.
Djinni does not speak aloud, only watches. Her sea-green eyes darken almost imperceptibly, until they are a soft and doe-like brown.
Karaugh is not here on a kingdom visit. She might be here to see how Nerine is doing, but it is not on any officials orders. Djinni has already been to the sea and back a dozen times since Karaugh was last seen in the autumnal woods of Sylva; they have to need to know how the main kingdom is fairing. She already knows.
Still, she does not speak, because she has always preferred to watch others dig their own holes rather than do any assisting.
The grullo Djinni is as much a member of the kingdom-by-the-sea as she is of the one in the woods. Her friendship with Nayl had not waned despite the time that passed between their meetings, and since the birth of her twins, Djinni’s presence by the sea has become ever more frequent. There are things brewing in beside the sea, and Djinni has grown tired of the woods.
The cold winter wind that usually rips along the grey coast of Nerine is absent today. A portent of the coming spring, perhaps? Djinni, wearing her natural form, is standing in the shadows of a tall seaside cave when she sees movement atop the cliffs. There is a spotted mare there, warming her wings in the bright sun. She watches from her position, curious but not intrigued, but when the stranger responds to the distant call, Djinni does as well.
In an instant, she is atop the cliff, directly behind the caller.
Djinni has time to hear someone being welcomed to Nerine, and draws up beside a familiar buckskin face. It used to be more familiar, of course, but she’s not seen the dappled mare in more than a year. She’s not entirely sure where the pretty female had been hiding, but she does listen with genuine interest as she speaks. The two of them look to have come from Sylva together, and nothing in the small mare’s body language suggests anything different. A pair of diplomats is no surprise.
Djinni does not speak aloud, only watches. Her sea-green eyes darken almost imperceptibly, until they are a soft and doe-like brown.
Karaugh is not here on a kingdom visit. She might be here to see how Nerine is doing, but it is not on any officials orders. Djinni has already been to the sea and back a dozen times since Karaugh was last seen in the autumnal woods of Sylva; they have to need to know how the main kingdom is fairing. She already knows.
Still, she does not speak, because she has always preferred to watch others dig their own holes rather than do any assisting.
D J I N N I
genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster