11-28-2016, 02:52 PM
Just as she had before, Djinni heeds the call of the black queen. It has been barely any time at all since they were last gathered; is something finally going to be made of this quiet realm beside the sea?
She settles beside Celeana, keeping the pale mare between herself and the inky black Stillwater. He is not so open as the purple Bowie or friendly Simeon; Djinni has not yet formed an opinion of him.
When Naga begins to speak, Djinni turns her sea green eyes to the black mare clearly open and interested despite the statement she had made at the last gathering of the queendom. She has never disliked the leader, only doubted her (as she doubts them all), and questioned the more ludicrous ideas that she and her advisors had proposed. The grullo mare makes no sound as the queen speaks, but he does turn her gaze to Nayl as the tobiano is mentioned. Naga speaks of a sisterhood that she has already dissolved and Djinni scowls for a moment, but does not take it to heart. No one ever truly means what they say; perhaps doing it so flawlessly is why Naga had been a good diplomat.
Nayl speaks very little and Djinni meets the grullo's gaze steadily before asking: "Will stallions hold their own ranks in a male caste, or they will be included in those of a sisterhood?" Her tone does not lend a biases to either option, though clearly to choose the later is to betray the very nature of the sisterhood that Djinni had thought she had chosen. She has always loved tradition (as much as she loves breaking it), and she is not so tied to Nerine as to not leave if she was led astray by false promises.
Celeana, the little spotted mare,seems full of vitriol, her barbed words aimed at a Nayl that Djinni does not know. The tobiano is qualified to be queen for two reason that Djinni knows of: she herself had not disappeared when Naga had, and she had been bold enough to challenge for the throne. It does not speak to her qualifications in any other way, but the queries that Celeana throws at her would be better asked of an untrustworthy usurper after the throne of a beloved and worthy Queen. Naga is neither of those things. She had made no attempts at diplomacy with the other lands or done anything but call meetings where nothing was decided or discussed.
Yet despite whatever private thoughts Djinnihad about Celeana's vocal opinions, the moment that the mare is threatened, she reacts.
In the blink of an eye she is between Celeana and the black stallion, with a few fading particles of golden sand the only sign that she had ever been anywhere else. Her own voice is just as smooth and even as Stillwater's as she meets his gaze steadily. "If you try to lay a hoof on her, you will deeply regret it."
Djinni has already given up that she can readily change her shape (if only to Nayl), her hue (if only to Lagertha), and her position in the blink of an eye. She would have no qualm with depositing the black stallion three miles out to sea, and could do so and be back at the meeting in the time it would take her heart to beat a single time.
"Are you quite sure that males belong in a land that I was told was a Sisterhood?" She asks Nayl, taking her attention from Stillwater to meet the autumn gaze of the new queen with a stony expression. "This one in particular seems to embody what so many women might come here to escape."
She settles beside Celeana, keeping the pale mare between herself and the inky black Stillwater. He is not so open as the purple Bowie or friendly Simeon; Djinni has not yet formed an opinion of him.
When Naga begins to speak, Djinni turns her sea green eyes to the black mare clearly open and interested despite the statement she had made at the last gathering of the queendom. She has never disliked the leader, only doubted her (as she doubts them all), and questioned the more ludicrous ideas that she and her advisors had proposed. The grullo mare makes no sound as the queen speaks, but he does turn her gaze to Nayl as the tobiano is mentioned. Naga speaks of a sisterhood that she has already dissolved and Djinni scowls for a moment, but does not take it to heart. No one ever truly means what they say; perhaps doing it so flawlessly is why Naga had been a good diplomat.
Nayl speaks very little and Djinni meets the grullo's gaze steadily before asking: "Will stallions hold their own ranks in a male caste, or they will be included in those of a sisterhood?" Her tone does not lend a biases to either option, though clearly to choose the later is to betray the very nature of the sisterhood that Djinni had thought she had chosen. She has always loved tradition (as much as she loves breaking it), and she is not so tied to Nerine as to not leave if she was led astray by false promises.
Celeana, the little spotted mare,seems full of vitriol, her barbed words aimed at a Nayl that Djinni does not know. The tobiano is qualified to be queen for two reason that Djinni knows of: she herself had not disappeared when Naga had, and she had been bold enough to challenge for the throne. It does not speak to her qualifications in any other way, but the queries that Celeana throws at her would be better asked of an untrustworthy usurper after the throne of a beloved and worthy Queen. Naga is neither of those things. She had made no attempts at diplomacy with the other lands or done anything but call meetings where nothing was decided or discussed.
Yet despite whatever private thoughts Djinnihad about Celeana's vocal opinions, the moment that the mare is threatened, she reacts.
In the blink of an eye she is between Celeana and the black stallion, with a few fading particles of golden sand the only sign that she had ever been anywhere else. Her own voice is just as smooth and even as Stillwater's as she meets his gaze steadily. "If you try to lay a hoof on her, you will deeply regret it."
Djinni has already given up that she can readily change her shape (if only to Nayl), her hue (if only to Lagertha), and her position in the blink of an eye. She would have no qualm with depositing the black stallion three miles out to sea, and could do so and be back at the meeting in the time it would take her heart to beat a single time.
"Are you quite sure that males belong in a land that I was told was a Sisterhood?" She asks Nayl, taking her attention from Stillwater to meet the autumn gaze of the new queen with a stony expression. "This one in particular seems to embody what so many women might come here to escape."
D J I N N I
genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster