10-21-2018, 10:23 AM
The genie is fickle, and with a shake of her heavy roan head she is suddenly something else entirely. The shimmer of golden of the sand fades, but the metallic shade remains. Gold streaks her fiery red mane, and runs across her hide where it tangles with reds and oranges reminiscent of the trees overhead. Like the trees of Sylva.
"Camouflage," she says with a laugh, and a handful of similar fiery branches sprout along the the palomino stallion's crest, spiraling down toward his chest. A slow introduction to change.
Camouflage only among in the tree canopy to be sure; the pair of them would stand out even in the colorful crowd that are the horses of Beqanna. At least they are themselves in every way but the change in color and Djinni's horns. Well, and the impressive set of leathery red and gold wings that Walter now wears instead of white feathers, a smattering of new and distinctive scars, and the distinctive scent of Taiga infusing every inch of them both until it smells as if they've lived years in the redwood forest.
A hank of her forelock remains pale like the speckling of dots along her haunches, and she peers out from behind it at Walter with dancing brown eyes surrounded by oryx white rings. The heavy mantle of the horns don't seem to bother her much at all, if the playful tilt of her head is anything to judge by.
"Ready?" She asks with an eager grin, before reaching out to touch him, bringing Walter with when she appears in the heart of Sylva an instant later.
@[Walter] maybe next post in Sylva?
"Camouflage," she says with a laugh, and a handful of similar fiery branches sprout along the the palomino stallion's crest, spiraling down toward his chest. A slow introduction to change.
Camouflage only among in the tree canopy to be sure; the pair of them would stand out even in the colorful crowd that are the horses of Beqanna. At least they are themselves in every way but the change in color and Djinni's horns. Well, and the impressive set of leathery red and gold wings that Walter now wears instead of white feathers, a smattering of new and distinctive scars, and the distinctive scent of Taiga infusing every inch of them both until it smells as if they've lived years in the redwood forest.
A hank of her forelock remains pale like the speckling of dots along her haunches, and she peers out from behind it at Walter with dancing brown eyes surrounded by oryx white rings. The heavy mantle of the horns don't seem to bother her much at all, if the playful tilt of her head is anything to judge by.
"Ready?" She asks with an eager grin, before reaching out to touch him, bringing Walter with when she appears in the heart of Sylva an instant later.
@[Walter] maybe next post in Sylva?