10-10-2016, 12:53 PM
She wonders if the others have found the common thread in their petty squabbles yet, or if it is only her position as an outsider that allows her perspective.
Vakarian seems to understand, but Nayl is as enmeshed in their culture as any of the others. Djinni has yet to talk for long with any of the others to be certain, but given the side-eyes and sharp tongues, it is all to easy to guess.
They are unhappy with the leadership. Perhaps not with the leader, or with the methods, but something has put then ill at ease. None of them have done anything though, and it is not Djinni's position to meddle in the affairs of women too self-absorbed to do anything about their issues. The disagreements between the others give her something to ponder; something to do.
She is grazing along the cliff, nearly full with a meal of salty dune grass, when she hears the call. The grullo mare is not particularly intrigued by the idea of responsibilities, but she knows they will be expected of her, and so she answer. Djinni is the first to arrive, and she stands in front of the black mare with a curious expression on her dark face as they wait for the others to arrive.
The tobiano listens, her petite ears flicking curiously. She takes a single step forward when it is asked of her; she will join the peace caste.
"Perhaps if you tell us what this spiritual caste requires, we might be better informed to make such a decision." She suggests lightly, a brow quirked in a concerned expression with an accompanying soft smile. "Why would we need to carry a child?"
Her gentle inquiries are enough to prove her worth, she thinks to herself. Why in seven hells would any of them volunteer their bodies for something that they know nothing about? Is the Sisterhood traditionally filled with morons and imbeciles? Do they think Djinni - and any new mares - will fall in line with such a ludicrous practice?
But she only smiles, only looks curious, and asks: "And what will happen if we don't recruit?" Because she'll be damned if she brings back anyone else to whatever travesty this realm might become.
Vakarian seems to understand, but Nayl is as enmeshed in their culture as any of the others. Djinni has yet to talk for long with any of the others to be certain, but given the side-eyes and sharp tongues, it is all to easy to guess.
They are unhappy with the leadership. Perhaps not with the leader, or with the methods, but something has put then ill at ease. None of them have done anything though, and it is not Djinni's position to meddle in the affairs of women too self-absorbed to do anything about their issues. The disagreements between the others give her something to ponder; something to do.
She is grazing along the cliff, nearly full with a meal of salty dune grass, when she hears the call. The grullo mare is not particularly intrigued by the idea of responsibilities, but she knows they will be expected of her, and so she answer. Djinni is the first to arrive, and she stands in front of the black mare with a curious expression on her dark face as they wait for the others to arrive.
The tobiano listens, her petite ears flicking curiously. She takes a single step forward when it is asked of her; she will join the peace caste.
"Perhaps if you tell us what this spiritual caste requires, we might be better informed to make such a decision." She suggests lightly, a brow quirked in a concerned expression with an accompanying soft smile. "Why would we need to carry a child?"
Her gentle inquiries are enough to prove her worth, she thinks to herself. Why in seven hells would any of them volunteer their bodies for something that they know nothing about? Is the Sisterhood traditionally filled with morons and imbeciles? Do they think Djinni - and any new mares - will fall in line with such a ludicrous practice?
But she only smiles, only looks curious, and asks: "And what will happen if we don't recruit?" Because she'll be damned if she brings back anyone else to whatever travesty this realm might become.
D J I N N I
genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster