05-15-2018, 05:10 PM
Djinni is long past the point of plausible deniability. She is pregnant, and at this point: awkwardly so. It has become difficult to fly, and so she spends most of her time walking up and down the shore rather than soaring over it. It is on one such walk that she stumbles across the unfamiliar filly, half-hidden in the shadows of the stony caves
She has made a point of knowing everyone in Nerine, even if only from a distance, and so to find someone unfamiliar is by now something of a strange situation. The mealy bay filly is too old to be someone's born-too early child, and she doesn't look quite frightened enough to be. Curious, the rose gold mare moves closer, her ears pricked forward as she looks over the girl with a curious green gaze.
"Hello." says the mage, resettling her golden wings so that they better shield her from the winter chill. "Are you new to Nerine?"
She has made a point of knowing everyone in Nerine, even if only from a distance, and so to find someone unfamiliar is by now something of a strange situation. The mealy bay filly is too old to be someone's born-too early child, and she doesn't look quite frightened enough to be. Curious, the rose gold mare moves closer, her ears pricked forward as she looks over the girl with a curious green gaze.
"Hello." says the mage, resettling her golden wings so that they better shield her from the winter chill. "Are you new to Nerine?"