12-20-2016, 01:55 PM
Standing at the edge of the cliff, Djinni stares off over the water. It's been a full year since they had first settled in Nerine, and so much has changed. Their leading trifecta had vanished as quickly as seafoam on the shore, leaving only Nayl, Djinni, and the shadowy stallions to keep the coast alive. They'd done it - with Nayl taking the brunt of responsibility as well as the empty throne - and now life on the sea is beginning to settle into a comfortable rhythm.
Strangers are now coming to their borders, and it is them that Djinni is watching for (when she is not watching the sea.) Her own occasional soft echolocating whistles toward the land behind her finally return something new, and the pied mare turns to see an unfamiliar bay mare in the distance.
She pauses for a moment to shake the stillness from her skin, and then the smokey grullo tobiano approaches the newcomer. "Hello," she says with a smile when she is close enough to converse comfortably, "Welcome to Nerine. I'm Djinni." She doesn't say more, but the casual way she has placed herself between the overonmare and the rest of the realm makes it clear that she expects some sort of explanation as to what brings her here.
Strangers are now coming to their borders, and it is them that Djinni is watching for (when she is not watching the sea.) Her own occasional soft echolocating whistles toward the land behind her finally return something new, and the pied mare turns to see an unfamiliar bay mare in the distance.
She pauses for a moment to shake the stillness from her skin, and then the smokey grullo tobiano approaches the newcomer. "Hello," she says with a smile when she is close enough to converse comfortably, "Welcome to Nerine. I'm Djinni." She doesn't say more, but the casual way she has placed herself between the overonmare and the rest of the realm makes it clear that she expects some sort of explanation as to what brings her here.
D J I N N I
genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster