The small mare appears in a puff of golden sand, which even as it settles on her piebald back begins to fade into nothingness.
Her arrival is unusual, but in a Beqanna where dragons now frequently wing across the sky, it is nothing special.
The bangles at her ankles and rings in her ear are a novelty though, but no more startling than the indigo-to-violet ombre and white pattern on her svelte frame. She’d abandoned nature today, even if the placement of her patterns mimic those of a medicine hat tovero. Tucked against her back are the violet wings of a dragon, tipped in white, and she wears a pair of elegant golden dama gazelle horns on her head.
Djinni, if her fantastic appearance is anything to judge by, has grown bored.
She’d nearly left Beqanna (the way she had a dozen times before). But a yellow stallion and their unnamed bond tether her a little closer than she’d usually stay, so rather than leave the galaxy she’d settled instead on the Forest.
Spring has colored the place with wildflowers, and Djinni pauses to tuck a single daffodil into the tangle of her black mane. It is bright and cheerful, and as pleasant as the curious expression on the mare’s face as she looks around.