As is with all things unusual and fascinating, Djinni seems rather proud of her ability to change her appearance at the drop of a hat. Astri wears a smile that is genuine and comely, her bi-colored eyes lighting up with some unspoken source of excitement. It was always a queer joy to her to see others abilities in action. Unlike her children, Astri had only her color to make her unique among the rest, and what little skills she had, she attributed to hard work and practice. The mare changes shape, size, and color without so much as a blink, and Astri is suddenly glad that her daughter has some minor form of what she’s seeing. To be gifted was a blessing in this world.
“Well hello then, real you. My name is Astri.” She laughs in reply, the thin sound high and uncommonly cheerful. The mares question sparks only a sly grin, the tilt of one slender ear, and Astri’s clever retort. “Oh yes, always the same color on the outside, but constantly changing on the inside.” She admits to herself that she envies the ability to reinvent one’s self at will, if only slightly. The possibilities would be endless. But she doesn’t focus on the facts that she cannot change, Astri enjoys looking ahead at what is to come.
“Is there a reason you’re out here, all alone?” She queries, curiosity suddenly piquing. She had other questions for her, this strange skin-changer, but she won’t expose her daughter to a possible threat, and in Beqanna no mother can ever be too careful. So she poses the question politely enough and rather enjoys the fact that she’s got such a lovely companion all to herself - if only for a moment.
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