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[Djinni]

djinni

The forest feels too much like Sylva.

The trees overhead are shades of red and gold, a reflection of her home’s eternal fall. It makes her uncomfortable: she cannot deny the season here. Never before has she been this careless.

She had not meant to come here. Rather, she had started walking and simply continued to do so. Only the water has stopped her, a merrily trickling creek that she stares into without expression. The face that looks back is a familiar one. She stomps it away with a single black hoof, and when it resettles she is something (and somewhere) else entirely.

The seal brown mare is unremarkable but for the rings in her ears and bangles at her feet. Her eyes are dark – somewhere between brown and black – and her mane hangs in waves that compliment her baroque figure. She has reappeared a half mile from the stream, somewhere less deep in the forest, where the midmorning sun dapples the ground more often than it is blocked by the trees overhead. Shaking her mealy muzzle, the mare looks out into the woods.

current appearance:
baroque build
seal brown mare
dark eyes