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[Djinni]

djinni raene

The scent of the sea is barely more than a memory on her bicolored coat; she is saturated daily with the crisp and vibrant scent of autumn that is ever-present in Sylva. The rest of the new Beqanna matches the little forest kingdom now, but as Djinni looks up at the canopy, she enjoys knowing that even when winter comes, they will remain the same.

She has been looking for Marlyn for some time now, but assumes she is busy with the tasks of running a kingdom, and is now taking her time to learn relearn the layout of the kingdom.

The inhabitants are not so scare as she had though they might be, but Djinni supposes that it makes sense. The Wildcat King and his Pink Queen had seemed the type to foster a land of familial ties rather than blind loyalty and servitude. There are always those in Beqanna that have longed for such a quiet existence, and it seems only fitting that they would settle in a land that itself never changed.  

Her breath huffs from her black muzzle in small clouds of steam, the weather chilly but not yet cold. It keeps the sweat from gathering excessively as she canters through the woods, her black mane and tail streaming behind her. Despite not existing a year ago, the trees here are old and thick, a marvel of magic that even Djinni cannot quiet fathom. She stops at last beside a broad creek, her feathered hooves cracking the thinnest ice that lingers at the edge when she lowers her head to drink.

This body takes so much more water (and food) than she is accustomed to, but she has adjusted. It is strange to come about without the comforting jingle of her rings and bracelets, but she tells herself that she is doing this to help, and that is enough for now.

She swallows one last sip of water, and shakes the dark mane from her eyes and looks around at the forest: Raene in every sense.

current appearance: black spotted blanket appaloosa with draft build