Walter might yearn to follow, but that is not what Djinni wants at all.
She wants him to lead, to show the way that she will gladly take; she wants to follow him.
But could she do it? Could she follow him and live as a herd mare, soft and sweet and ever-wide with child? Is that even what he means? What even is traditional to those strange creatures that do not prefer the life of a kingdom-dweller or a vagabond?
Djinni does not have an answer to any of those questions and rather than let them swirl until they soured she pushes them aside. She always pushes things aside when it comes to Walter: questions, answers, emotions. There is a blink-quick flash of pain, or genuine sadness, and then it is replaced by the emotion that she summons to replace it.
“Do you think something like this might be more fitting?” She asks with a bright laugh. Her yellow coat darkens until she is a dark brown a shade or two short of black. Her legs are suddenly wrapped in red, an abstract pattern that screams “violence!” despite its utter lack of shape. She’s taller too, broader than her natural lithe build, but all that fades away as she reverts at last to her natural hue. Rather than deal with her emotions, she does what the two of them always do. She diverts, distracts, does something witty or clever and desperately keeps from stepping into waters where she cannot swim.
When Walter asks her what she thinks he should do, she lets her bright smile fade a bit as her cheery face slides into mildly pensive. “Whatever makes you happy,” she replies after a long pause and a flippant shrug of her shoulders. “Do you really think they could make you as happy as I could? Do you think a herd will make you happy?” Her body language (which she knows Walter does not read as accurately as it will probably take to decipher her meaning) says the first, while her voice says the second. Her emotions are as tangled as always, and while the yellow stallion has never told her explicitly what it is he feels, she’d likely not even be able to grasp the concept of “recognizing a single emotion at a time” even if he did.