02-26-2017, 10:03 PM
"Thank you, Djinni," the Tin Man says readily. Well, his personality was definitely holding to the "outside scary, inside softy" description of his (male?) former herd-mate.
The stallion's attention hovers between drinking more water and taking a mouthful of grass, and he decides for the latter. It's then that he notices (or just relaxed enough to notice) that the land smells different from home. Along with the strange tone lurking in her voice and her green eyes, Djinni smells different from the horses he knows. Not just the usual "strange horse" way--something's pulsing in her blood, the same thing that quivers in the grass and the water. Notably, his own blood doesn't smell anything like it.
Magic, a Small One's voice drifts into his thoughts.
Not all of the horses here smell like Djinni does, but the Tin Man tenses and lowers his head just in case. "What's this place called, by the way?"
The stallion's attention hovers between drinking more water and taking a mouthful of grass, and he decides for the latter. It's then that he notices (or just relaxed enough to notice) that the land smells different from home. Along with the strange tone lurking in her voice and her green eyes, Djinni smells different from the horses he knows. Not just the usual "strange horse" way--something's pulsing in her blood, the same thing that quivers in the grass and the water. Notably, his own blood doesn't smell anything like it.
Magic, a Small One's voice drifts into his thoughts.
Not all of the horses here smell like Djinni does, but the Tin Man tenses and lowers his head just in case. "What's this place called, by the way?"