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[Djinni]

djinni

Her head turns at the sound of hooves. It takes no time at all to pick out the soft press of hooves on centuries of fallen leaves; three years ago she’d have ignored it entirely. It is strange how time spent in monotony begins to change a creature. Djinni is no longer the ethereal being she’d been for a half-century; continuous time has forced her to become more nuanced, less of an open-book.

The stallion that approaches her looks – fairly – normal, but the instinct of a prey animal has the metaphorical hairs on her neck on end. When she smiles at him, her dark lips hide nearly 100 sharp spade-like teeth. Other than that, there is no threat in her posture or expression. She takes note of the smattering of purple spots on his hide and wonders briefly if the purple comes from a common ancestors with Karaugh’s son. Her eyes on his coat, the grullo mare catches the familiar flexing on non-existent wings – how often has she seen Walter do it? Had he lost his in the Reckoning? It does’nt matter, she supposes as he welcomes her to the Taiga; what matters is that she made it here.

He asks if he can help her find someone – how often do missing wind up in the foggy woods? – and she shrugs her shoulders as she smiles. “Maybe! I’m Djinni. I’m visiting a few of the new lands, and wanted to know more about Taiga.” She sounds bright, soft, cheerful. That is how she truly is, but she also speaks from behind sharp teeth and the newfound knowledge that she needs to stay dry to stay safe. “So you might be able to help me, or perhaps you know of someone who could?”

current appearance:
natural build - slim
smoky grullo tobiano
black and white magpie wings
sea green eyes