the walls kept tumbling down; Djinni/Raene

[Djinni]

djinni

The conversation they are having is not dissimilar to those they all had in those early days of the Reckoning. The horses of Beqanna bonded through their mutual loss, and the groups split into were not blurred by dark, light, and neutral. Instead they were family, or friends, even strangers who had happened to be smiling. Perhaps that is what Beqanna had wanted them to learn: that they are not so different.

Perhaps this reckoning had not been about magic at all.

That is not to say that Djinni had not sought out her djinn as soon as she was able, finding it finally in a damp little cave by the sea.

“I used to be just Djinni,” she says with a smile and a shake of her head, “though now sometimes I add that I’m from Nerine.”

He brings up recovery, and her expression is pleased: so she hadn’t been wrong about him missing something. “What did you lose?” She asks curiously, and then chuckles. “Or rather, what was taken from you?”

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