09-03-2016, 07:44 AM
The mouse grey mare has never been especially fond of children. She does not dislike them, but the patience and time it takes to be truly nurturing are not of much interest to a creature such as Djinni.
She knows this about herself though, knows that she is not cut out to be a mother, and has long ago come to terms with it. She does not need to leave her mark on the world by filling it with her descendants; she'll mark it some other way. Of course, when she had had her magics, marking the world had seemed much easier than it is now. Djinni had always told herself "later". "Later" she will take back her parent's kingdom, "later" she will make her ancestors proud.
It seems that "later" has finally come around.
Fortunately, the children are not the especially small kind, so fragile as to need their mother. She doesn't feel the need to worry about them, to be concerned for their well-being and safety. So because of this, she treats them the same way she would any adult, because her own parents had always spoken to their children as if they were adults.
"That's reassuring," she replies, well aware that with her abilities gone she is nothing more than a short and slender mare with decades-old battle instruction. Djinni flicks her dark tipped ears forward as she takes a stop closer, within comfortable speaking distance for the two youngsters. "Where did you two come from before..." she trails off, uncertain what to call this change in Beqanna that has wrought so many changes on the horses themselves. "Before all this?" she finishes, deciding to simply gesture into the air around her and assume her meaning is clear.
She knows this about herself though, knows that she is not cut out to be a mother, and has long ago come to terms with it. She does not need to leave her mark on the world by filling it with her descendants; she'll mark it some other way. Of course, when she had had her magics, marking the world had seemed much easier than it is now. Djinni had always told herself "later". "Later" she will take back her parent's kingdom, "later" she will make her ancestors proud.
It seems that "later" has finally come around.
Fortunately, the children are not the especially small kind, so fragile as to need their mother. She doesn't feel the need to worry about them, to be concerned for their well-being and safety. So because of this, she treats them the same way she would any adult, because her own parents had always spoken to their children as if they were adults.
"That's reassuring," she replies, well aware that with her abilities gone she is nothing more than a short and slender mare with decades-old battle instruction. Djinni flicks her dark tipped ears forward as she takes a stop closer, within comfortable speaking distance for the two youngsters. "Where did you two come from before..." she trails off, uncertain what to call this change in Beqanna that has wrought so many changes on the horses themselves. "Before all this?" she finishes, deciding to simply gesture into the air around her and assume her meaning is clear.
D J I N N I
genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster