It’s a curious thing, to be alone for the sake of being alone. Astri used to be that way, she’d reveled in it, in fact. It was easier, less cumbersome, and left room for one to expand or disappear as they saw fit, without having to take anyone else into consideration. She’d never thought that she would’ve needed company, much less anyone else to worry over. That being said, when Lupei came along (more a mistake than Astri would ever admit) the little festive mare had quickly begun to sing another tune. She cannot imagine a world without her children in it.
But, there had always been something missing. Still a wrinkle in the otherwise perfectly smooth fabric of her life. Djinni’s touch awakens this thought in Astri’s mind, and suddenly it becomes poignantly clear just what that something was. The green mare blinks rapidly, but she does not draw away or flinch from the connection. It’s the first time she’s ever been touched by another horse, besides the one’s she’s created herself. “Thank you.” She replies, suddenly feeling her throat constrict.
Her mind is shadowy, and she inhales the night air deeply to regain her composure and calm her racing pulse. She laughs, almost a bitter sound, when Jin gives her explanation. “They never outgrow their ego’s, do they?” She offers, shaking her head in a show of mock humor. Stallions. What a joke. Ruled by all things physical. Her eyes flicker hesitantly back to the strangely alluring mare when she asks why Astri has come here. The Chamber warrior smirks, a single ear flicking back to the reeds where she’d stowed her daughter.
“I came here looking for help, but I think you’re exactly what I’m looking for.” She says, grinning slyly at the double entendre. Her head swings to the left, mouth pursing softly as she calls for her child. A few seconds pass, and then a slender little head pops up from the shadows. The filly rouses herself quickly and hops out from her spot, making her way over to the two elder mares at a brisk trot, wide smile lighting up her beautiful face. “This my youngest, Dacia.” She explains, stepping aside to let the filly in close.
Her daughter is only a few shades darker than her, a pleasant Olive green. “She can change her color, but not at will yet. I was hoping you could explain it to her a little bit.” Astri grows serious, eyeing the two of them for a moment before touching her nose to her daughter’s back. The girl’s eyes are locked fearlessly on Djinni, and as Astri blows hot air across her fur the coat changes to a dull red. Astri draws back to look at Jin softly, ears falling forward with rapt attention. “Thoughts?”
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