02-26-2020, 02:55 PM
It’s been quite some time since the mortals last did something interesting.
Djinni, quite content on her rocky island, has had no interest in the affairs of the rest of Beqanna for some time. Nayl has left Nerine, and with her any fondness the genie had for its residents. She is watching the sea today when she catches the smell of smoke. It drifts across the sea and is watered down by salt and spray, but she knows enough of this universe to recognize dragon-burn when she smells it.
In an instant she is on the Icicle Isle, though there are a rather unimpressive amount of icicles in sight. Instead, there is a black tundra. There should be several feet of snow this time of year, but instead there is scorched earth. She tilts her almost comically doll-like head, searching the clouds overhead for the dragon. Djinni knows him, but she is curious what else might come of this.
The possibility of an intriguing day spreads out in front of her.
She wishes away the winter winds that might carry burning debris to Nerine or the rest of the mainland, but otherwise only watches. There is a primal sort of delight to a bonfire, as long as it does spread too far.
Djinni, quite content on her rocky island, has had no interest in the affairs of the rest of Beqanna for some time. Nayl has left Nerine, and with her any fondness the genie had for its residents. She is watching the sea today when she catches the smell of smoke. It drifts across the sea and is watered down by salt and spray, but she knows enough of this universe to recognize dragon-burn when she smells it.
In an instant she is on the Icicle Isle, though there are a rather unimpressive amount of icicles in sight. Instead, there is a black tundra. There should be several feet of snow this time of year, but instead there is scorched earth. She tilts her almost comically doll-like head, searching the clouds overhead for the dragon. Djinni knows him, but she is curious what else might come of this.
The possibility of an intriguing day spreads out in front of her.
She wishes away the winter winds that might carry burning debris to Nerine or the rest of the mainland, but otherwise only watches. There is a primal sort of delight to a bonfire, as long as it does spread too far.
D J I N N I
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