the walls kept tumbling down; Djinni/Raene

[Djinni]

djinni

He says he was immortal, and the quiet way he watches the world makes sense; there are only so many skills a horse can master in a single lifetime – it seems only right that he has had several. The wings too, explain why he’d semed off balance. A lifetime of holding an extra weight will leave one unsteady when that weight is suddenly absent.

He saves the ice manipulation for last, and a soft smile appears on the mare’s violet face as he says it. “You must miss the Tundra,” she says, Brennen’s loss of his home striking some sentimental chord in her sandy heart. Djinni has always found the lamentations of the Amazons over the loss of their jungle rather childish. They had a lovely home and chose to mourn a land lost beneath the sea rather than enjoy it. Perhaps time has softened her (unlikely, she’s younger than Brennen but not by much – time has had plenty of time to soften her before this moment) or perhaps the specificity of his magic seems to resound more heavily. There is nowhere she cannot be herself, but how hard it must be to live in a world so different from home.

He asks if wings are her only talent, and she shakes her head, clearly pleased, but not as ready to list her skills so readily as the bay stallion.

“Not at all,”she replies with a smile. She had seen the flicker of jealousy as he eyed her own wings, and while she is calculating she is not completely cold. “Do you wish you had your wings back?”

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