come down from the mountain; djinni

[Djinni]

we dance with the devils your halo's the color of sinner's portraits Djinni has not been alone the entirety of time since she’s last seen Walter. She has always been a giver – of smiles, of wishes, of her heart. Love though – traditional love, romantic love, that longing to find her soulmate? Djinni has never felt that. She has no need to find her other half – she is already whole. The smile that she gives Walter as she beams up at him is as innocent as a child’s. She has never lost a thing; she has not yet never loved a thing enough to mourn losing it. There has always something on the horizon to draw her away from serious attachment, a new face to wear, a nameless land to visit. She is happy regardless, as if that was not clear in the brightness of her eyes and the ease of her smile. The grullo mare does notice that Walter does not return her touch, but it does not occur to her to mind. She removes her muzzle slowly, only to listen to him answer her rapid fire questions. He has been gone too then, but his adventures must have been less fulfilling than her own. She is fonder of Beqanna than of anywhere else she has been, so she can understand his sentiment, even if it is only partially. The flapping of his wings cause her smile to grow again, and she glances at them for a moment before she adds a few white feathers to her yellow mane. They feel pleasant, smooth against her smoky neck. They are clearly copies of his own, white feathers like those in his broad wings. The mischief in his eyes distracts her before she can think too much of the significance of the feathers, and she laughs softly. “You didn’t wish me back, then?” She asks, feigning surprise, the gentle teasing in her voice entirely good-natured. “I was somewhere else,” she answers a moment later, gesturing with her dark muzzle in the general direction of over and up, “and then I was here.” A shrug completes her answers – she never has a logical reason for the way she tends to be one place or the next. d j i n n i priam x aseret current shape: arabian-hyrid mare, 15 hh current color: smoky grullo tobiano with yellow mane and tail,