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[Djinni]

djinni

She reaches over as she laughs, bumping his shoudler playfully with her muzzle as she passes by. “We’ve got large rocks too – perfect for the connoisseur. ” Adds the grullo mare with a wink.

And they do have plenty of rocks. The large boulders that litter the hilly land are explicably numerous. If they were all the same type she might be able to overlook them, but their varied types – limestone, granite, basalt – are a constant puzzle. There’s one only a few hundred yards ahead and she gestures to it with a smile as if to see: See? Look! The oval rock is shoulder height to small Djinni, but it is four times as long and the bits of sunlight the reach through the canopy glitter on the flecks of quartz.

He compliments the land of Sylva and she inclines her head in gratitude. The forest has grown on her over the past few years as well. There was nothing quite like it anywhere that she’s been before, and even more pleasant is the residents. They are quiet people, quieter even than those of the Desert she remembers. Her responsibilities are few and far between, and the respite has been giving her time to think – to plan.

He mentions living in the Falls, and Djinni replies that: “It seems you’ve lived a great many places.” There is curiosity in her bright eyes, and she asks: “Which has been your favorite?”

current appearance:
natural build - slim
smoky grullo tobiano
brown eyes