The crash of waves along the beach are dimmed in an instant ,replaced by the quiet birdsong and friendly chatter of the Meadow. Djinni blinks away the sudden shift in location easily, shaking her head.
She’d abandoned natural color entirely today, though the placement of her patterns mimic those of a typical medicine hat tovero. The color is striking: indigo-to-violet ombre against the white paint markings. 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, which is @[Jay's Wing] “Hello.” She says, her voice surprisingly rough for such a small figure. “I’m Djinni.”