09-08-2016, 08:19 AM
Jinju
How could she have known about her nature? Never before had Jinju been in contact with fire, nor seen it, but she had sensed the danger of it immediately. It wasn’t logical to link the fire to herself, she had always been just Jinju. A little – and soon to be not so little – black filly who had inherited her father’s red eyes. It had been the eyes that had made Esileif believe that her daughter had some kind of hidden power, but when it hadn’t shown itself she hadn’t hesitated to drop her daughter off at the Den. She had no use for untraited children. Wasn’t it kind of comical that Jinju turned out to be special anyway?
So when Reagan starts to speak, the truth startles the young girl. The fire was hers? Had she been the one that had created it? But how was that even possible? Never before had her power shown itself, why would it now? She was too young to understand how the change, the mountain and Beqanna influenced them all, including her.
Jinju can only look up at Reagan baffled. ”M-my fire?” It somehow made sense – the fire must come from somewhere and it had just started like that – but at the same time the idea was ridiculous. But which child didn’t believe in magic and dream of all the possibilities in the world? Jinju certainly was one who did, the comfort dreams gave her had pulled her through the hard times. And they would again.
She nods, pressing herself closer against Reagan’s side as her eyes close for a short moment. It still sounded a bit strange to her, but she trusted the gray mare. And thus she followed her, fear still adamant and heart beating loudly in her chest, but ready to follow Reagan to the end of the world. After all, aunt Reagan would keep her safe, right?
So when Reagan starts to speak, the truth startles the young girl. The fire was hers? Had she been the one that had created it? But how was that even possible? Never before had her power shown itself, why would it now? She was too young to understand how the change, the mountain and Beqanna influenced them all, including her.
Jinju can only look up at Reagan baffled. ”M-my fire?” It somehow made sense – the fire must come from somewhere and it had just started like that – but at the same time the idea was ridiculous. But which child didn’t believe in magic and dream of all the possibilities in the world? Jinju certainly was one who did, the comfort dreams gave her had pulled her through the hard times. And they would again.
She nods, pressing herself closer against Reagan’s side as her eyes close for a short moment. It still sounded a bit strange to her, but she trusted the gray mare. And thus she followed her, fear still adamant and heart beating loudly in her chest, but ready to follow Reagan to the end of the world. After all, aunt Reagan would keep her safe, right?