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given this one world - Sloene - Djinni - 04-22-2018 Her interest in the kingdom is minimal, but as she finds herself without immediate plans to depart the seashore, the green-eyed mage chooses to invest in at least some minor activity. Her promise to Hestia hadn't been entirely empty, but the genie's idea of acceptable amount of time to complete a task is probably quite a bit different than the black queen's. It had taken her a solid three months, but as the nature of her entire task is secrecy, there is no need to share that fact with anyone. It's not as though she couldn't do the entire thing herself in a few hours. She could, obviously, but that would require an amount of focus that she's not at all amenable with. The less intense effort the better, she knows, and what less involved thing is there than having others do the work for her? That had been the base motivation for her conversations with Lewana and Porcia, at least. This third meeting, perhaps it will be a bit more intriguing. Sloene had been less eager than the others to spill her secrets, and Djinni has always been fond of secrets, especially those that are well-kept. She gives @[Sloene] a bit more personal space than she had the others, desiring herself the minimally acceptable social distance from the grullo mare. "Where are you from?" She asks curiously, as though they are picking up on a previous conversation. "Who taught you the skills you mentioned earlier, at the kingdom meeting?" There is nothing in the dun mare's expression to suggest she finds this at all out of the ordinary. She settles her weight into the sandy soil at her feet and waits for an answer. RE: given this one world - Sloene - Sloene - 04-23-2018 lady, runnin' away to the riptide
taken away to the dark side
Her perch near the edge of one of Nerine’s craggy cliff faces is not quite close enough to be considered precarious, and she is staring down at the ground below with a single-minded intensity that she has very rarely exhibited. Sochi, far down below meeting with Scorch and Hestia and the delegates from Hyaline believes that her mother has no idea she is to leave so soon - she wants to leave without saying goodbye. The little grulla mare may allow her daughter the seemings of this independence, but she will watch the exchange from afar and wonder when her filly grew so independent, and who will be guiding her continued growth in Hyaline. SLOENE
I've got a lump in my throat
cause you're gonna sing the words wrong RE: given this one world - Sloene - Djinni - 04-30-2018 Her position as the mistress of whispers is a precarious one, but Djinni is finding that she rather enjoys it. Her responsibilities add a layer of complexity to their life on the seashore. Each morning, when they separate and Walter takes to the skies to tend to his tasks, Djinni now has someplace to go as well. She no longer is confined to walking the seashore in endless loops or experimenting - how far of a fall the equine body can withstand was her most recent discovery.. Is this what Walter had felt like when he’d become attached to Nerine? He had always had the Chamber, throughout the entirety of their existence. He still smells like pine to the golden mare, even if that is mostly memory. He now has the iron grey shores of Nerine, and Djinni supposes that she has a bit of that now too. Her intentions are somewhat different than those of the golden champion, but they are not working entirely in opposition. Sloane does not jump away as Djinni arrives, but she does give an acceptably startled snort. It is not long before Djinni can tell that her attention is more on the going-on below than their conversation, and Djinni takes a step closer to the edge to peer over. Below, there is a small gathering, one that includes the Queen. Uninteresting. Djinni turns her attention back to Sloene, and the grullo mare answers her question with only minor hesitation. The explanation of her background is unremarkable, but Djinni’s sea green eyes narrow at the mention of the mares who raised Sloene. ”My sister was always good at keeping secrets,” she says mildly, ”I can assuming she and Branka taught you a great many things, some of which I doubt you’ll ever share.” It is an intriguing thing, coming across another immortal. Perhaps Sloene had not meant to reveal that particular bit of information, but in her defense, few others might be able to accurately age her by her origin story. Sloane looks down again at the gathering below, and at her question, Djinni looks more closely at the smaller figures. Yes, she decides, that bright blue blaze might belong to the filly that had been beside Sloene at the kingdom meeting, the one who had volunteered to go to Hyaline. That explains the unfamiliar females below, Djinni realizes, they are here for the foal exchange. ”My children are long grown,” She says in reply, blissfully unaware of the miniature life that stirs within her, ”But I remember that feeling.” She doesn’t name it, because it it more complicated than a single word. Bittersweet, proud, a little sad. RE: given this one world - Sloene - Sloene - 05-01-2018 lady, runnin' away to the riptide
taken away to the dark side
None of the Kingdoms of the old world had called to her. She’d visited them, of course, alongside the others, considered their merits, been encouraged to make a choice, but Sloene had held herself reserved. Not that some of them weren’t lovely, because they were, but they hadn’t been home. Home had been the quiet herdland her foster-mothers had raised her in, and the bustling common lands of Beqanna in which she was as invisible as they trained her to be, with or without putting any effort in. SLOENE
I've got a lump in my throat
cause you're gonna sing the words wrong RE: given this one world - Sloene - Djinni - 05-10-2018 The surprise on Sloene's face is pleasant. Djinni does love a good surprise. Still, she enjoys the grulla mare's quick recovery equally as much; regardless of how she had mastered that, Djinni appreciates it. The rose gold mare follows the other's gaze back to the beach one final time, her ears flicking as she listens. For all that Scorch is Hestia's closest advisor - and apparently a prolific recruiter - Djinni has yet to truly form an opinion on the hairless mare. She has her suspicions, of course, given the roan's heritage, but has not yet found a need for anything more solid than suspicions. Sloene mentions serving Nerine, and while Djinni still finds the idea rather whimsical, she had given Hestia her word, and she almost always keeps it. "Do you intend to join the army or the diplomats?" She asks, meeting Sloene's gaze squarely with her sea-green eyes. "Or would you prefer to remain unencumbered to better serve my caste?" ooc: i am sorry for this garbage post but i wanted to get you something up D: RE: given this one world - Sloene - Sloene - 05-16-2018 lady, runnin' away to the riptide
taken away to the dark side
She doesn’t have to give much consideration to Djinni’s next question; it isn’t a loaded thing, or a veiled request for some other information. “I’m no warrior,” she says honestly, and who can blame her? She is agile, but not fast; she is small, with no other physical traits to give her an edge; there is nothing about Sloene that says “I’m Dangerous”, and she doesn’t have to prove herself that way, and she doesn’t like to get hurt. Oh, she can tolerate it; who trains a spy without training them for the worst-case scenario? But she doesn’t get some sort of high off of it as warriors seem to do. “I can defend myself, a little, and I’m quite good at escaping. But I’m no use to defend others.” SLOENE
I've got a lump in my throat
cause you're gonna sing the words wrong |