09-28-2016, 01:47 AM
Jinju
She might be small now, but with age she would grow taller than them both. Jinju had already grown a lot since Reagan had found her, which wasn’t too strange since every child would grow, but the inky black girl had already grown so much that she could easily keep up with the gray and emerald green mare. Yet she would keep growing and growing, until she eventually matched up both her biological parents’ height, and those were to no mean small. But for now, and probably the next couple of years, she would have to look up at them both.
Maybe she would grow as tall as the woman that joined them, her lineage would make it possible. If her dam hadn’t abandoned her she would probably be used to see someone that tall, but right now Jinju can only stare up at her with slight amazement. She’s gray, like aunt Reagan, but that’s probably the only comparison between them. The girl presses herself tighter against her aunt’s side, suddenly wishing that Reagan too had a pair of massive wings where she could hide underneath. But no, that was only meant for uncle Ruan. Her attention is pulled back to Reagan soon, offering a small apologetic smile in return of the bump.
She listens to what the adults talk about, but it doesn’t keep her attention. Jinju is simply too young to concentrate on business like that. And who could blame her? The fire that dances around her is far more interesting. Ruby eyes start to glow and a smile slowly itches across her face, temporary forgetting about her prior shyness. Her neck twists and bends, all in an attempt to have her gaze follow the fire. Soft sounds, like ooh and aah’s, escape from her lips, totally engrossed in her own world. The fire does no hurt her, Jinju isn’t afraid it would, Reagan promised to keep her safe after all. And with her fear out of the way, it was only in the red eyed girl’s nature to accept the fire from within.
Maybe she would grow as tall as the woman that joined them, her lineage would make it possible. If her dam hadn’t abandoned her she would probably be used to see someone that tall, but right now Jinju can only stare up at her with slight amazement. She’s gray, like aunt Reagan, but that’s probably the only comparison between them. The girl presses herself tighter against her aunt’s side, suddenly wishing that Reagan too had a pair of massive wings where she could hide underneath. But no, that was only meant for uncle Ruan. Her attention is pulled back to Reagan soon, offering a small apologetic smile in return of the bump.
She listens to what the adults talk about, but it doesn’t keep her attention. Jinju is simply too young to concentrate on business like that. And who could blame her? The fire that dances around her is far more interesting. Ruby eyes start to glow and a smile slowly itches across her face, temporary forgetting about her prior shyness. Her neck twists and bends, all in an attempt to have her gaze follow the fire. Soft sounds, like ooh and aah’s, escape from her lips, totally engrossed in her own world. The fire does no hurt her, Jinju isn’t afraid it would, Reagan promised to keep her safe after all. And with her fear out of the way, it was only in the red eyed girl’s nature to accept the fire from within.