12-03-2016, 11:28 AM
As Simeon puts himself between herself and Stillwater – like they are little children bickering in the schoolyard – Djinni’s dark ears bury themselves in her bi-colored mane. She does not appreciate him intervening and treating them both so condescendingly when it is blazingly clear (at least to Djinni) that Stillwater is the only one in the wrong.
The grullo mare returns Simeon’s friendly expression with one of steeled patience, her ears still pinned back in clear irritation.
“He threatened a sister with violence. If he’s your friend and you condone his threats, then you’re no more welcome here than he is.”
It does not hurt her to say the words, despite the fact that she had found the roan stallion more than pleasant during their previous encounters. Djinni also knows that she has no say in who is welcome or not (at least as far as politics goes, though her reach has always been beyond titles). It does not make her threats empty; she is sure that Ischia would appreciate a pair of new faces on their isolated island, and she’s no intention of allowing herself to be reprimanded for doing what is right.
Nayl addresses Celeana’s outburst. She is the only one with the right to, thinks Djinni; the grullo mare hadn’t agreed with the appaloosa’s words, but it was not her place to defend the new queen. That responsibility is Nayl’s alone, and while the orange-eyed mare is a little harsher than Djinni might have hoped, she is at least true to herself. Djinni doesn’t befriend doormats very often, and a queen cannot afford to be too soft in the face of dissention.
The answer that Queen Nayl then gives to Djinni’s query is greeted with a scowl, but nothing aloud in response. The realm is Nayl’s to mold as she pleases, but the grullo mare is not afraid to make it known that she is not in perfect agreement. Stallions with rank are not a part of the Sisterhood that she had wanted, but she does want it so badly as to bicker.
She feels Naga bristle beside Celeana, but it never occurs to her that the annoyance the black mare feels might be aimed at her. What does she expect Djinni to do – stage a coup? She hadn’t done so when she’d disagreed with Naga, why should she do so when she disagrees with Nayl? Pout? Scream? Argue? Those are not the weapons in the genie’s arsenal. Instead she remains quiet as Naga speaks up again, and Sunday joins the group.
The grullo mare returns Simeon’s friendly expression with one of steeled patience, her ears still pinned back in clear irritation.
“He threatened a sister with violence. If he’s your friend and you condone his threats, then you’re no more welcome here than he is.”
It does not hurt her to say the words, despite the fact that she had found the roan stallion more than pleasant during their previous encounters. Djinni also knows that she has no say in who is welcome or not (at least as far as politics goes, though her reach has always been beyond titles). It does not make her threats empty; she is sure that Ischia would appreciate a pair of new faces on their isolated island, and she’s no intention of allowing herself to be reprimanded for doing what is right.
Nayl addresses Celeana’s outburst. She is the only one with the right to, thinks Djinni; the grullo mare hadn’t agreed with the appaloosa’s words, but it was not her place to defend the new queen. That responsibility is Nayl’s alone, and while the orange-eyed mare is a little harsher than Djinni might have hoped, she is at least true to herself. Djinni doesn’t befriend doormats very often, and a queen cannot afford to be too soft in the face of dissention.
The answer that Queen Nayl then gives to Djinni’s query is greeted with a scowl, but nothing aloud in response. The realm is Nayl’s to mold as she pleases, but the grullo mare is not afraid to make it known that she is not in perfect agreement. Stallions with rank are not a part of the Sisterhood that she had wanted, but she does want it so badly as to bicker.
She feels Naga bristle beside Celeana, but it never occurs to her that the annoyance the black mare feels might be aimed at her. What does she expect Djinni to do – stage a coup? She hadn’t done so when she’d disagreed with Naga, why should she do so when she disagrees with Nayl? Pout? Scream? Argue? Those are not the weapons in the genie’s arsenal. Instead she remains quiet as Naga speaks up again, and Sunday joins the group.
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