03-05-2017, 09:23 AM
The brisk wind that chills him sends a marching shiver down Djinni's broad back and tosses the dark strands of her long tail. When Warrick fires back that talking rarely solves problems, it startles a laugh from the brown mare.
"Ah yes," She says with amusement clouding her voice, "Your method of running from them is a much safer bet."
She recognizes a topic off-limits, and even though she remains curious she allows herself to be distracted. The blue and mahogany stallion comes closer and introduces himself Warrick, a name she's never heard, but that's common these days), and Djinni does the same.
"I'm Djinni." She says in her brown-horse voice says.
"From Sylva." She finishes in her own voice, having changed from a baroque brown mare to a slender piebald mare. The transformation is instantaneous; there is no slow melding of colors and shapes. One moment she is one thing and the next she is another, with the only constant being the golden rings in her ears and anklets around her hooves.
"And you're right, I'm no therapist." She smiles, mischief in her sea green eyes, because she is obviously something much more interesting than a simple therapist. "And what are you, Warrick?"
"Ah yes," She says with amusement clouding her voice, "Your method of running from them is a much safer bet."
She recognizes a topic off-limits, and even though she remains curious she allows herself to be distracted. The blue and mahogany stallion comes closer and introduces himself Warrick, a name she's never heard, but that's common these days), and Djinni does the same.
"I'm Djinni." She says in her brown-horse voice says.
"From Sylva." She finishes in her own voice, having changed from a baroque brown mare to a slender piebald mare. The transformation is instantaneous; there is no slow melding of colors and shapes. One moment she is one thing and the next she is another, with the only constant being the golden rings in her ears and anklets around her hooves.
"And you're right, I'm no therapist." She smiles, mischief in her sea green eyes, because she is obviously something much more interesting than a simple therapist. "And what are you, Warrick?"
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genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster