i've got some damn bad intentions - anyone

[Djinni]

djinni

Djinni is not surprised that Straia knows of her grandmother but not her mother. While it is always nice to find someone that remembers Aseret, the buckskin mare was not someone of importance in the Chamber, and therefore unlikely to be remembered.

The caw of a raven distracts her, and Djinni glances up to see the black bird peering at them through the trees. She smiles up at it, decides she likes the wings that it shares with Straia, and in a blink grows a pair of her own, Ruffling them contentedly, she continues to walk along at the bay mare’s side and listen. When Straia replies to her question with the fact that she is the queen, Djinni pauses briefly. She inclines her head in a brief nod of respect – the proper greeting of a princess to a queen – but since the other mare doesn’t seem especially heavy on formality, she leaves it at that.

She has opened her mouth to reply when she hears footsteps behind them, and turns to see a familiar yellow face. “Walter!” she says happily, “Yes, I do remember that. ” That had been years ago, and yet she feels that it might have been just weeks. She refrains from reaching out to him, remembering their recent goodbye a little too well, and turns back to Straia. “Walter grew up here,” she adds, “like my mother.”

the road to hell is paved with good intentions