After the black and white stallion with his ability to move the earth at her feet, Djinni is somewhat more wary of the residents of the Chamber. She knows of the shift in the magics of this world – she had felt them light years away – but that knowledge only leaves her with uncertainty: there is no telling what the Chamber might hide these days.
The bay mare that appears between the trees does not seem imposing – especially given her condition – but Djinni hangs back. It is not often that she does, especially when she likes the look of the feather crown. She wants to tidy the tousle of Straia’s black and white mane (more of an excuse to touch than for any love of cleanliness), but this is the border of a kingdom where she does not belong, and while Djinni has never been turned down she suspects that now is not the time to test her luck (or her charm).
“I want to see the Chamber,” Djinni replies. Though she is normally far less forthright and verbose, she decides to add “My mother grew up here and spoke of it fondly.” on the off chance that it might aid her cause. Not, of course, that she has a cause – or would even want one. She only wants to see the Chamber, and to know what about it was so appealing. Perhaps it’s fallen into inactivity in the past few decades and there will be nothing here for her. Perhaps it is simply a land of trees and rocks, and once she has seen it with her own eyes the lust will be lost. But then – perhaps not. Perhaps she will find something else entirely.