She is watching Rivka play in the waves below, racing the edges of the surf as it swallows and releases the grey sand. The girl is almost grown now; this spring she had turned three years old. She is past the age that Ivar has been when he had left her, yet still she seems happy here on the shore. Perhaps Rivka will stay here with them, much like her older sister had. Djinni still sees Starlin now and again, though the grulla mare spends most of her time training with the other warriors and keeping guard on their borders.
Djinni’s own days are as empty and free of concern as a child - perhaps even more so, since she has stopped the daily lessons on history and etiquette as soon as Rivka has proved herself passably adept. Most days the rosey mare walks the beach, but some days she feels an exception.
This might be one of those days.
The touch at her side is met with an easy smile, and the winged mare takes a few steps back to tuck herself more comfortably beside the palomino stallion. They can still see their daughter from here, she finds, but Djinni does look away to better meet Walter’s familiar eyes. What is on her mind, he asks, and Djinni answers with a smile and a shake of her head.
”Not enough,” she adds when she presses a gentle touch to his cheek. ”I was just thinking I needed a distraction, and here you are.” Below them, Rivka looks up. The sight of her parents together is a familiar one and not at all interesting. Perhaps they’ll become distracted with each other and she could sneak away to watch the warriors sparring this afternoon.
Djinni’s own days are as empty and free of concern as a child - perhaps even more so, since she has stopped the daily lessons on history and etiquette as soon as Rivka has proved herself passably adept. Most days the rosey mare walks the beach, but some days she feels an exception.
This might be one of those days.
The touch at her side is met with an easy smile, and the winged mare takes a few steps back to tuck herself more comfortably beside the palomino stallion. They can still see their daughter from here, she finds, but Djinni does look away to better meet Walter’s familiar eyes. What is on her mind, he asks, and Djinni answers with a smile and a shake of her head.
”Not enough,” she adds when she presses a gentle touch to his cheek. ”I was just thinking I needed a distraction, and here you are.” Below them, Rivka looks up. The sight of her parents together is a familiar one and not at all interesting. Perhaps they’ll become distracted with each other and she could sneak away to watch the warriors sparring this afternoon.