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the walls kept tumbling down; Djinni/Any - Brennen - 01-16-2017 the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love
great clouds rolling over the hills and if you close your eyes, does it almost feel like nothing's changed at all? She’d suggested he use his wings to visit the new lands, and he had. Sort of. In any case, he’d been aloft for quite some time, and had flown over the lands, checking them out from the air, but none of them had inspired him to land, much less attempt to make a home there. None of them compare to his Tundra, but even Brennen has him limits to how long he can live in the Meadow, and he’s reached them. But even now, homeless, even having not sired his own children for many years (though he is sure he will again), Brennen is not without responsibilities and loyalties. A brief jaunt back to the Meadow to let his granddaughters know where he is headed, and finally he is once more soaring over the ocean. Over Nerine, this place he is considering making his home. It actually seems like a good place for the girls, at least, because it is easy to imagine them in the Amazon jungle, in an earlier time. brennen immortal, winged,
This sucks and I'm sorry but I had to post someone to get myself rolling. @[kahzie] RE: the walls kept tumbling down; Djinni/Any - Djinni - 01-20-2017 djinni current appearance: natural build - slim silver buckskin birdcatcher spots on back and hindquarters silver unicorn horn RE: the walls kept tumbling down; Djinni/Any - Brennen - 01-21-2017 hold me in this wild, wild world 'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be At first glance, he thinks that a stranger is approaching. He draws himself up, straightening, prepared to meet a new person, but then something makes him hesitate, tilt his head, and trail his glance from head to toe to make sure he isn’t seeing things. By the time she reaches him, Brennen is sure that it is his wish-granter he is looking at, though she is very different than in the Meadow. No wings, a single horn, and a different color give her a more natural air than the dragon wings, purple color, and gold horns she’d sported before. “Djinni,” he greets her with a half-smile, glad that he at least has a familiar face for this first landing. Hopefully she has the time to get him a little more acquainted with the place before he delves into any other interactions. There’s no guarantee that protocols and procedures haven’t changed as radically as the lands themselves, and he is loathe to mis-step and cause accidental offense. He’ll have plenty of opportunity to cause purposeful offense later on, he’s sure. “That’s a neat trick,” he observes aloud, and can’t help wonder what other talents she has up her metaphorical sleeves. “Perhaps you could tell me more about Nerine,” he continues after a pause, “if you’ve the time. I don’t want to make any assumptions, as I am sure many things have changed in this new world.” A shadow passes over and he lifts his head to check the horizon, but it is only a seabird in the air above them, not the familiar blue-gray wingspan of his granddaughter. He doesn’t expect her from the air – she will most likely walk, with Cassady – but there is always the chance she will come alone. Bringing his face back down to look at his current companion, he shuffles his wings into a more comfortable position and offers in explanation, “I am expecting two of my granddaughters will join me here as well. The Meadow is not particularly to their liking either.” hold me in this wild, wild world and in your heat I feel how cold it can get BRENNEN RE: the walls kept tumbling down; Djinni/Any - Djinni - 01-24-2017 djinni current appearance: natural build - slim silver buckskin with birdcatcher spots silver unicorn horn RE: the walls kept tumbling down; Djinni/Any - Brennen - 01-27-2017 hold me in this wild, wild world 'cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be Brennen stands and half listens to Djinni. The other half is just slightly distracted – though he hears every word she says, he also hears all of the other things. The crash of the waves on the shore, the sound of the wind in the caverns and caves, the distant sound of hoof on sand and rock. He supposes he will get used to the new soundscape that differs so much from the Meadow and the Tundra, but for the moment he catches every little sound and evaluates whether it is a threat or not. His stance is loose and at first glance relaxed, but someone looking closely would see that he is actual hair-trigger ready to leap into action. A consequence of his life’s vocation, and not something likely to change anytime soon. He nods when she speaks, the slightest frown of concentration on his face to make sure he catches all words and nuances despite his distraction. It is a relief to hear that honestly, the more things change the more things stay the same. The warrior stallion isn’t sure what the fairies were expecting of their many varied children after the Reckoning – while there were still herds scattered here and there, the vast majority of them had known nothing but Kingdoms. So left to their own devices, of course they fashioned new Kingdoms to replace the old. Cynical Brennen guesses it won’t be long before they find some reason to stratify again – if not lights and darks, or mythics and non-mythics, they will find another excuse to disagree. No reason to grow lax and lazy in the meantime. “Perhaps the peace will last longer this time, with the fae so recently involved in our lives.” he offers at the conclusion, though something in his amber eyes says he doesn’t believe himself. “Though fighting is all I really know.” A tilt of his head here, a movement that might be akin to a shrug. He will not apologize for his calling, though sometimes he wonders what he might have been if he had not entered into the gladiator rings at the tender age of three. “And knowing that it is where I might best offer my services, who would I seek to find out more about your fighting force?” hold me in this wild, wild world and in your heat I feel how cold it can get BRENNEN |