11-07-2016, 02:45 PM
Djinni loves the sea.
The sound of waves lulls her to sleep each night, sometimes when she stands on the shore, and sometimes when she is tucked next to the sleek grey bodies of the dolphins that have so readily accepted her. The grey-green surface of the sea is ever changing and reminds her of the dunes of her childhood even more than the granite sand that lies beneath her hooves.
She knows that those who feel the same are few and far between, and as she meets the orange gaze of Nayl ,she is reminded that the tobiano mare is not one of them. Perhaps if she had spent her whole life in one place Djinni might feel the same as the pied mare, but she does not. A home is home whether it is filled with waves or squawking parrots.
"Is it?" Answers the grullo mare, "And here I thought that we'd finally reached utter silence with the absence of our ruling trio." The words and tone are utterly serious, but the crooked smile and dancing eyes of the grey mare are anything but. Nayl changes the tone of the conversation rather quickly, and Djinni, ever mischievous, is intrigued.
"Perhaps," she says slyly as she darkens her coloring and bulks up her build until a flawless replica of Naga stands in the place where Djinni had once been. "What about you?"
The sound of waves lulls her to sleep each night, sometimes when she stands on the shore, and sometimes when she is tucked next to the sleek grey bodies of the dolphins that have so readily accepted her. The grey-green surface of the sea is ever changing and reminds her of the dunes of her childhood even more than the granite sand that lies beneath her hooves.
She knows that those who feel the same are few and far between, and as she meets the orange gaze of Nayl ,she is reminded that the tobiano mare is not one of them. Perhaps if she had spent her whole life in one place Djinni might feel the same as the pied mare, but she does not. A home is home whether it is filled with waves or squawking parrots.
"Is it?" Answers the grullo mare, "And here I thought that we'd finally reached utter silence with the absence of our ruling trio." The words and tone are utterly serious, but the crooked smile and dancing eyes of the grey mare are anything but. Nayl changes the tone of the conversation rather quickly, and Djinni, ever mischievous, is intrigued.
"Perhaps," she says slyly as she darkens her coloring and bulks up her build until a flawless replica of Naga stands in the place where Djinni had once been. "What about you?"
D J I N N I
genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster