the walls kept tumbling down; Djinni/Raene

[Djinni]

djinni

It’s nice to be herself again.

She is more careful with her shifting than she has been before, slipping into the river with a splash of what is surely the tail of fish-shifting Raene and emerging in a puff of golden sand a dozen miles away wearing the sleek physique and grullo hide that she most prefers. The preference is new, developed since the Reckoning. Being forced to wear it for so long has rubbed off on her; some part of her likes to call it her default setting.

This time she’s appeared in the shadows at the edge of the Meadow, and as she looks around at the gathered crowd, she decides that she’d like to fit in. The magic is slowly seeping back into Beqanna, coloring the residents and adding long-missing accoutrements. Her golden bangles and rings appear as her changes to an indigo-to-violet ombre and white pattern on her svelte frame. She’d abandons natural color entirely, though the placement of her patterns mimic those of a typical medicine hat tovero. Tucked against her back are the violet wings of a dragon, tipped in gold, and she wears a pair of elegant golden dama gazelle horns on her head.

She lowers her head to the frozen ground for a moment, and then steps out of the shadowy woods and into the Meadow. She’s not looking for anyone in particular, and so she stops beside the first horse she sees, a bay stallion who looks – oddly – grounded. “Hello.” She says, her voice surprisingly rough for such a small figure. “I’m Djinni.”

current appearance:
natural build – slim
indigo-to-violet ombre and white tovero
violet dragon wings
golden dama gazelle horns