Wanna Play a Game?[Open]

[Djinni]

Overhead, the leaves rustle and sway. Djinni does not spare them a glance; she is focused on this red-eyed stranger.

He answers none of her questions, and the frown on her forehead deepens. The repeated endearment does nothing to assuage her distrust of this second-time stranger. He had been a member of the Taiga? She finds the thought unlikely, but it has been more than a year since she had ventured into the redwood forest. Perhaps the criteria for membership in Ruan’s pack was not as stringent as those of the Taiga.

“The old or new what?” She asks. Though her posture has not changed, there is a clipped tone to her husky voice that had not been present before. The grullo mare is not unaccustomed to any kind of social interaction, but there are those that she finds less favorable than others. This stallion has asked for a place to stay but is less than forthcoming when it comes to questions. Nothing she has asked of him has been personal or exceptionally probing, yet he seems unwilling to share.

He does give her a name at least, though she wonders if it is even his. He seems to think the question he asks is a rhetorical one and so she does not answer it with any of her multitude of potential answers.