02-21-2018, 02:41 PM
The summer sun glints off the waves, and Djinni half-closes her dark eyes, shielding them from the brightness with long lashes. She considers swimming out to the horizon, but as the sea wind whips up the cliffs and circles back down, it brings with it something new. The grullo mare glances up, but there is no one visible from the sea shore.
Still, someone is there, someone that perhaps she has been putting off greeting.
Djinni had taken the place that Nayl had made for her, and had held it for young Isobell. But the princess has left for warmer waters and Nayl rules only the little stretch of shoreline where she spends her time with the dragon. Now there is Hestia, first an oddity and now a queen.
The dun mare appears beside the dark one, but she still looks out at the sea rather than the other mare. The glittering sand of her arrival fades before it reaches the ground, leaving the golden rings in her ears as her only adornment. She is small, unthreatening, but as she turns to meet Hestia’s gaze with her sea green eyes, there is an ethereal beauty to her features. Too stunning to be believable; Djinni has always enjoyed that.
”You’re planning on being queen longer than you were Peacekeeper, I assume?”
Her tone is pleasant, but there is no denying the sharpness of her words or the spear behind her question. The others have all left them - Lagertha, Naga,Vakarian, Jocelin - but Djinni remains. She remains, and she remembers. Remembers how very short the reign of Nerine’s first queen and her absent advisors had been. Hestia at least has returned, Djinni admits to herself, she has not forsaken them for quite so long as the panther queen and the armored amazon.
Still, someone is there, someone that perhaps she has been putting off greeting.
Djinni had taken the place that Nayl had made for her, and had held it for young Isobell. But the princess has left for warmer waters and Nayl rules only the little stretch of shoreline where she spends her time with the dragon. Now there is Hestia, first an oddity and now a queen.
The dun mare appears beside the dark one, but she still looks out at the sea rather than the other mare. The glittering sand of her arrival fades before it reaches the ground, leaving the golden rings in her ears as her only adornment. She is small, unthreatening, but as she turns to meet Hestia’s gaze with her sea green eyes, there is an ethereal beauty to her features. Too stunning to be believable; Djinni has always enjoyed that.
”You’re planning on being queen longer than you were Peacekeeper, I assume?”
Her tone is pleasant, but there is no denying the sharpness of her words or the spear behind her question. The others have all left them - Lagertha, Naga,Vakarian, Jocelin - but Djinni remains. She remains, and she remembers. Remembers how very short the reign of Nerine’s first queen and her absent advisors had been. Hestia at least has returned, Djinni admits to herself, she has not forsaken them for quite so long as the panther queen and the armored amazon.