05-01-2020, 04:24 AM
Djinni isn’t at all like the horses Elio has encountered before. While not necessarily sheltered (anyone with a cursed father will mature quickly), he is secretive and reclusive, and that nature has kept him from exploring Beqanna—with the consequence of not having many connections. He wonders if Djinni might be a good connection to have.
Though something about the gleam in her eye else tells him that the mare is not into favors.
“Oh!” Elio gasps, as he so often does, when lightning and thunder threaten the pair’s shelter. He frowns, casting eyes that match the color of the sky up where the lightning seemed to strike from. Djinni’s ominous magic worked: Lio shuffles uncomfortably and sucks in a strained breath. Wolfbane already makes him nervous but this—he thinks the universe is warming him of something.
Of course, as that inkling Elio felt earlier suggested, Djinni’s offer does not come without a price. The golden boy, so muted by the weather, releases his strained breath and looks away, out into the crashing ocean. He feels the waves in his chest, allows the strange, somber sensation to pass over him; then turns to the genie with a grin flippant enough to match her attitude.
“Do you want my feathers?” Lio quips. He tilts his head then stretches his wings out just a tad. The feathers suddenly disappear (a little trick for Djinni, as a treat), revealing naked and pink flesh. Elio holds back a laugh and releases his invisibility, returning his eyes from the ocean and back to the genie’s face.
“They’ll probably grow back but . . . I’ll sure look funny for a while.”
@[Djinni]
Though something about the gleam in her eye else tells him that the mare is not into favors.
“Oh!” Elio gasps, as he so often does, when lightning and thunder threaten the pair’s shelter. He frowns, casting eyes that match the color of the sky up where the lightning seemed to strike from. Djinni’s ominous magic worked: Lio shuffles uncomfortably and sucks in a strained breath. Wolfbane already makes him nervous but this—he thinks the universe is warming him of something.
Of course, as that inkling Elio felt earlier suggested, Djinni’s offer does not come without a price. The golden boy, so muted by the weather, releases his strained breath and looks away, out into the crashing ocean. He feels the waves in his chest, allows the strange, somber sensation to pass over him; then turns to the genie with a grin flippant enough to match her attitude.
“Do you want my feathers?” Lio quips. He tilts his head then stretches his wings out just a tad. The feathers suddenly disappear (a little trick for Djinni, as a treat), revealing naked and pink flesh. Elio holds back a laugh and releases his invisibility, returning his eyes from the ocean and back to the genie’s face.
“They’ll probably grow back but . . . I’ll sure look funny for a while.”
@[Djinni]
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