The time to disagree with Nayl's plans for the coastal realm has long since passed. Still, Djinni lingers, unsure exactly how she feels about bringing more men into a place where women traditionally came to escape them. As she watches a black stallion cross her path, she chooses to bite the proverbial bullet and step forward.

If he turns out to be a terrible option, she can always leave.

The snow is deep, but Djinni presses forward, no shivers marring her coat despite the chilly weather. Her sleek pied coat lacks a winter covering, but she seems entirely at ease as she pulls up beside the black stallion. She is quite striking today, with her violet-blue coat and her golden horns.

"Hello," she says, smiling prettily, "What brings you to the Field today?"

She expects the normal answer, but is mindful of her most recent interaction in the Feild. Saragon had not been appreciative of her approach. But then, Saragon had been a mare ill at ease with a large stallion. Perhaps this strange stallion will be more inclined to be friendly to a pretty female face.