As soon as Zai sighs she knows she has one, and the grin on her dark face becomes that much more victorious. She likes winning, but she also likes that Zai will be staying.
“Oh but now I can talk even more,” she says with a laugh, “And you’ll have to be polite and listen to everything I say.” She is teasing him in return, and its clarified when she follows his cave up to the red and gold canopy rather than continuing to chatter. She does so like the trees here. They had grated on her first, refusing to even hint at the passage of time, but as she wiled away the hours she has learned the more subtle ways of telling the seasons. Now, the canopy is dark, holding away the heaviest of the snow from the forest floor below. From time to time it will break through in a rush of ice and broken limbs, but the crackling warning gives Sylvan residents more than enough time to move to safety.
Djinni hears one such snowfall off in the distance as she turns her green eyes back to Zai. She pays it no mind, but a single flicking ear.
“Oh, the usual.” She replies, her expression twisted in such a way that says her days have been anything but ordinary for her. “Diplomatics, traveling, being…responsible.” The distaste at the last word is overexagerated so as to be comical. “I was even thinking of organizing the warriors of Sylva, what few they are.” The grullo mare doesn’t bother to hide the size of the defensive force; they don’t really need to worry, not with Djinni who does not care about fair. “Any chance you’d be interested?”
slim build
smoky grullo tobiano
sea green eyes