Θuija
Watching. Waiting. Listening. He liked this game. Containing his cackling as to not give away his position. The cobalt mare was quite useful. Attracting the immediate attention of none other than the Ruler of Sylva. She is different today - as so often she has - he now realizes. Her outward appearance changing as they were the seasons. Interesting, he thinks.
The mares converse as he is cloaked in the powers of the other. He picks out bits of info that may be of some use. If not today, then tomorrow. Taking note of each name to save for a rainy day.
His eyes flicker to the loaming presence of daylight. Beams of light stretch awake, grasping the cloak from atop him and tossing it aside. He feels exposed and when their eyes shift to him, he knows. The stallion shifts slightly as crimson eyes stare. Lips curled as he hisses, "We meet again, Djinni."
Wanna play a game?