[open] Lost former home--still have heart. Problems.

[Djinni]

She smiles when he thanks her, the expression mirrored in her bright eyes. Her head nods as well, wordless acceptance of it. Djinni is always a little tricky, but she's rarely purposefully insincere.

While he takes a bite of grass she swallows a mouthful of water, content to let the silence drift between them. When he pauses though, she looks back over, her dark head cocked curiously. There's a question in her eyes, but he only asks what the name of the land is. He is a newcomer to Beqanna, she confirms, but perhaps not so glad to have found their refuge as some are.

"This is Beqanna." She tells him. "Though this particular area we call the Field". There's enough of an emphasis in her voice to suggest the pronoun; the land around them is not just any field. "I take it you're not from around here?"

She has never quite figured out how strangers end up in this isolated land or what drives them to the Feild. It is something beyond her knowledge (perhaps beyond her power) but it has always resulted in the bettering of Beqanna. New arrivals keep the blood new, stops the native Beqannians from suffering the same fate as many island-bound populations.