She listens, curious, absorbing what Lagertha and Sarkis share as eagerly as a cactus takes in the spring rain (though her expression remains equally as prickly as the saguaro).
When Lagertha asks her to fill Sarkis in, the grullo mare replies with a soft smile. She doesn't mind the demand - though she has rarely been one to follow orders - and simply turns to look at the bay mare with slightly more curious than she had previously shown.
"Of course not," she says to Lagertha while her eyes remain on Sarkis.
Should she tell her that Lagertha's been elected queen? Or that Nayl rules them with an iron fist? She could even spin it farther, explain that she - Djinni - is the ruler, and that the coast the live on are the islands of Tephra.
Djinni has never needed anything less than she needs to be wanted.
She had not protested at the assumption that she was a sister. She is a sister, of course, her younger siblings are nearly as numerous as the stars. Her membership in the Sisterhood that formerly lived in the Amazons is something else entirely, and is still, mostly, up for debate.
"The mountain is rather terrible," she agrees, glancing north toward the towering precipice with traces of a scowl of her dark face. "The Coast is rather nice though - lots of sand." That's the truth, at least, and she looks at Lagertha, knowing the the grey mare is ready to climb the Mountain. "Did you know Naga, before?" She asks the roan, her grey eyes bright and innocent, "She's the queen now."
ooc: she actually doesn't have her rings now, since its part of her genie-ness and she hasn't earned it back
When Lagertha asks her to fill Sarkis in, the grullo mare replies with a soft smile. She doesn't mind the demand - though she has rarely been one to follow orders - and simply turns to look at the bay mare with slightly more curious than she had previously shown.
"Of course not," she says to Lagertha while her eyes remain on Sarkis.
Should she tell her that Lagertha's been elected queen? Or that Nayl rules them with an iron fist? She could even spin it farther, explain that she - Djinni - is the ruler, and that the coast the live on are the islands of Tephra.
Djinni has never needed anything less than she needs to be wanted.
She had not protested at the assumption that she was a sister. She is a sister, of course, her younger siblings are nearly as numerous as the stars. Her membership in the Sisterhood that formerly lived in the Amazons is something else entirely, and is still, mostly, up for debate.
"The mountain is rather terrible," she agrees, glancing north toward the towering precipice with traces of a scowl of her dark face. "The Coast is rather nice though - lots of sand." That's the truth, at least, and she looks at Lagertha, knowing the the grey mare is ready to climb the Mountain. "Did you know Naga, before?" She asks the roan, her grey eyes bright and innocent, "She's the queen now."
ooc: she actually doesn't have her rings now, since its part of her genie-ness and she hasn't earned it back
D J I N N I
genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster