The brightness draws her attention from the stars. She turns to look at the soft light as it hovers over the meadow, turns toward it as it comes closer. The pale lights flicker around a young mare, her blue freckled skin illuminated by the lights she must control. The light fades almost as soon as she’s had time to look at the stranger. She had reminded Djinni a little of her sisters, she thinks as her eyes adjust to the starlit darkness. Most young horses do; she has had little experience with children save her own siblings. They had never been alluring in anyway (loud, quick, requiring her to be responsible).
This girl is a little older though, most of the way to adulthood. Djinni feels no innate pressure to supervise, and it is a relief after the initial worry. The roan asks if she is having trouble sleeping and Djinni laughs, the sound as soft as the jingle of her rings. “I haven’t even tried sleeping yet,” she admits with a smile.
Her earrings are admired, stroking Djinni’s eternal sense of vanity, and she decides that she rather likes this soft spoken stranger. “I’m Djinni,” she replies. Her breath catches in her throat as she is distracted by the direction of Luster’s gaze. She expects the same sort of compliment as she had received about her earrings, and the worry in Luster’s dark eyes is startling.
“You don’t like them?” She asks, a certain bit of wryness in her crooked smile. Her voice is gentle though, and her eyes soft; she is not offended. “I’ve gotten rather used to them.” And she has… in the hundreds of thousands of hours since they first appeared. The chains they remind sweet Luster of are far newer, but they have always looked the same. She had wanted it that way.
She’s not sure she does anymore.
“We’ve not met before.” She says rather than risk thinking too much more. “Are you new to Sylva?.” Her smile is simpler now – friendly, open, untroubled.
natural build - slim
white tail deer fawn colored
sea green eyes