Djinni walks through the forest alone, a shadowy spotted figure following a seldom-traveled trail. One moment she is deep in the Sylvan forest and the next she is standing on the beach of Nerine.
The sunset had been invisible from Sylva; the sky there is always hidden by a canopy of autumn leaves. It takes her a moment to adjust to the brightness, as small as it is. When she does, the tall cliffs behind her cast shadows that extend far beyond the shoreline, making the seawater look black and ominous. It’s only been a few weeks since she last was in Nerine, but she could swear that the ocean has gotten louder and the gulls more shrill.
Perhaps it’s her imagination.
Or perhaps it’s been too long since she came home.
She’s here now though, and that is what matters. She turns from the sea and sees Nayl silhouetted above, looking out at the sea. She had come to find the queen, to breif her on the happenings since their last seaside conversation, so Djinni does not hesitate to approach her. She considers climbing up the granite cliff, but that would take time and effort.
Instead, she appears a few paces from the pied queen, a pleasant smile on her face.
It fades as she takes in the snarl on Nayl’s face and the angry lines of her posture as she looks out at the dunes.
“Something bothering you?” She asks mildly. Clearly the answer is yes, but she’ll not press Nayl for answers. It’s unlikely she’ll need to though, not with the way the wind blows her mane – and the smells of Sylva and Stillwater – toward the queen.
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