12-14-2016, 08:01 PM
It is refreshing to not have to look up at Mirri; there are few horses her own height in Beqanna. So many of the residents are tall. The bay mare is almost directly at eye level, and Djinni is pleasantly relieved to not have to crane her neck upwards. She could always grow, she tells herself in such situations, but why bother?
"Not this forest, I'm guessing?" She asks curiously. "One outside Beqanna?"
As she says it, it occurs to her that perhaps this place they are standing is outside Beqanna as well. The world had reformed around them, and none of the woods that Djinni has known before are anywhere to be found. But those are melancholy thoughts, and this is a lovely late summer day. She brushes them away quickly, long before they have a chance to appear on her dark face.
"I do live in Nerine," replies the grulla mare with another easy smile. "Do you know of it?"
"Not this forest, I'm guessing?" She asks curiously. "One outside Beqanna?"
As she says it, it occurs to her that perhaps this place they are standing is outside Beqanna as well. The world had reformed around them, and none of the woods that Djinni has known before are anywhere to be found. But those are melancholy thoughts, and this is a lovely late summer day. She brushes them away quickly, long before they have a chance to appear on her dark face.
"I do live in Nerine," replies the grulla mare with another easy smile. "Do you know of it?"
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genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster