11-03-2018, 02:38 PM
The red man who arrives is quick to pick at the dragon, and Djinni’s yellow eyes flick to him without a change of expression.
He is not familiar, but she recognizes the smell of him on Breckin, and assumes he is her mate. The spotted mare and Djinni do not share a taste in men, it seems. Djinni looks away from him quickly, content to let the men destroy any attempt at showing a united Nerenian front.
There is a reason men were not allowed in the Amazons, after all.
Perhaps it’s time they’re reminded of their place, the genie thinks. She has watched them devolve, from the first steps of the old Amazons into new Nerine, and she is less than pleased. Still, she is not yet invested (or interested) enough to intervene, and instead continues to observe. The scaled stallion does nothing to rise in her esteem – telling them to stop bickering in one breath and insulting the next – though her estimation of Breckin’s patience certainly rises. Djinni can only assume the bay is gifted in less obvious ways.
When the colorful mare replies, the genie’s attention returns to her. One rose gold brow raises slightly; Djinni is rarely impressed by others. She sees a similar iron strength in this mare as in her first Nerinenian friend, though Camomila is far less abrasive than Castile’s mother had been.
“I like her idea.” Djinni says. That’s not especially surprising, given her capricious nature (she watches the flames spread from the single burning tree to a larger spruce beside it), but it is perhaps in contradiction to her residence in (and thus presumed loyalty to) Nerine for the past decade.
“If Nerinenians are able to shelter safely here, what does it matter who leads the land?” She gives Leilan a pointed moment of unblinking scrutiny, but her tone and expression remains otherwise neutral. “Camomila –“ She doesn’t pause to explain her knowledge of the mare’s name or the wish to know it. “- has experience leading. She’s willing to share her island with Nerine. Unless Queen Breckin desires conquest and expansion more than she does safety for those under her protection, I see no reason to not accept Camomila’s offer.”
He is not familiar, but she recognizes the smell of him on Breckin, and assumes he is her mate. The spotted mare and Djinni do not share a taste in men, it seems. Djinni looks away from him quickly, content to let the men destroy any attempt at showing a united Nerenian front.
There is a reason men were not allowed in the Amazons, after all.
Perhaps it’s time they’re reminded of their place, the genie thinks. She has watched them devolve, from the first steps of the old Amazons into new Nerine, and she is less than pleased. Still, she is not yet invested (or interested) enough to intervene, and instead continues to observe. The scaled stallion does nothing to rise in her esteem – telling them to stop bickering in one breath and insulting the next – though her estimation of Breckin’s patience certainly rises. Djinni can only assume the bay is gifted in less obvious ways.
When the colorful mare replies, the genie’s attention returns to her. One rose gold brow raises slightly; Djinni is rarely impressed by others. She sees a similar iron strength in this mare as in her first Nerinenian friend, though Camomila is far less abrasive than Castile’s mother had been.
“I like her idea.” Djinni says. That’s not especially surprising, given her capricious nature (she watches the flames spread from the single burning tree to a larger spruce beside it), but it is perhaps in contradiction to her residence in (and thus presumed loyalty to) Nerine for the past decade.
“If Nerinenians are able to shelter safely here, what does it matter who leads the land?” She gives Leilan a pointed moment of unblinking scrutiny, but her tone and expression remains otherwise neutral. “Camomila –“ She doesn’t pause to explain her knowledge of the mare’s name or the wish to know it. “- has experience leading. She’s willing to share her island with Nerine. Unless Queen Breckin desires conquest and expansion more than she does safety for those under her protection, I see no reason to not accept Camomila’s offer.”