11-18-2017, 09:37 AM
They are together when the call reaches them, and the pair falls still at the sound. Both are breathing heavily despite the ending of their flurry of movement, and in instant the burly figure of a stallion that Starlin had been fighting becomes once more petite Djinni. The older mare looks to the younger, and with a nod of assent, Djinni presses her dark muzzle to Starlin’s shoulder and the two appear in a flurry of golden sand directly to Nayl’s left.
Both grullos are streaked with sweat, but Djinni wishes hers gone in an instant, leaving the taller Starlin with the only visible evidence of their recent exertion. The young filly is not embarrassed of her outward appearance though, it would seem, she stands tall and attentive as the piebald queen begins to speak.
The news of destruction in Sylva is greeting with smiles on both faces, though Djinni’s expression is proud and Starlin’s admiring. Nayl speaks of a new queen, but Starlin is quickly distracted by the news of an true effort to build the army. The idea is thrilling, a tangible way to prove her worth to Nerine, and the grullo Starlin looks through the crowd to find the City that Nayl had spoken of. She will find her later, Starlin decides, and Starlin will offer her services – untested as they may be.
Djinni is uninterested in things as trivial as battle (despite acting as an opponent for her daughter). Her attention is on Isobell even before Nayl introduces her as the new queen. Djinni knows, as soon as the wind reaches her, what has happened. The mage knows what her son is. She knows he is like his father, knows that that is his mark on Isobell’s enchantingly lovely shoulder. Ivar is not here though, Djinni knows; he has most likely left Isobell the same way that his father had left Djinni, unable to avoid the siren’s call of the sea.
The two mares each incline their heads in acknowledgement of Isobell’s new position, and thoughts and plans tick silently behind the mismatched sets of eyes: one sea glass green and the other pair a deep grey-blue.
ooc: they're both still here, obvs.
starlin would like to join the army now that she's 2
Both grullos are streaked with sweat, but Djinni wishes hers gone in an instant, leaving the taller Starlin with the only visible evidence of their recent exertion. The young filly is not embarrassed of her outward appearance though, it would seem, she stands tall and attentive as the piebald queen begins to speak.
The news of destruction in Sylva is greeting with smiles on both faces, though Djinni’s expression is proud and Starlin’s admiring. Nayl speaks of a new queen, but Starlin is quickly distracted by the news of an true effort to build the army. The idea is thrilling, a tangible way to prove her worth to Nerine, and the grullo Starlin looks through the crowd to find the City that Nayl had spoken of. She will find her later, Starlin decides, and Starlin will offer her services – untested as they may be.
Djinni is uninterested in things as trivial as battle (despite acting as an opponent for her daughter). Her attention is on Isobell even before Nayl introduces her as the new queen. Djinni knows, as soon as the wind reaches her, what has happened. The mage knows what her son is. She knows he is like his father, knows that that is his mark on Isobell’s enchantingly lovely shoulder. Ivar is not here though, Djinni knows; he has most likely left Isobell the same way that his father had left Djinni, unable to avoid the siren’s call of the sea.
The two mares each incline their heads in acknowledgement of Isobell’s new position, and thoughts and plans tick silently behind the mismatched sets of eyes: one sea glass green and the other pair a deep grey-blue.
ooc: they're both still here, obvs.
starlin would like to join the army now that she's 2