every single night pray the sun will rise - Lior

[Djinni]

djinni

It does’nt occur to her that he might be bound by ideas of their positions, that he might think Djinni’s crown makes any topic off limits. Perhaps war plans, but children? She’d have laughed and reassured him at the thought, if only she had known.

But she does not, she has only his words to go by. His words and his expression, and she watches the soft smile of moments ago fade in response to her question. She considers reaching out, apologizing for bringing up when she suspects must be a tender wound in his memory. They are strangers though, and she keeps herself back, though there is clear concern in her glassy green gaze. She pushes it away when he does the same, grateful that he has wrestled his demons to submission.

“Call me Djinni,” she says to him with a laugh, “After all, we both serve Nayl; Sylva isn’t important here.” In Nerine she is only a mage, only another coastal face. “I’ve not been around children since I helped raise my own siblings; hopefully things haven’t changed too much in fifty years.” Her age reveals a bit more of herself but she doesn’t have a reason to hide.

Lior mentions Nayl’s watchful eye, and Djinni smiles: amused by the idea of Nayl as a mother. She’ll be excellent, Djinni is sure. The Nerinian Queen is capable of doing anything she sets her mind too; Djinni firmly believes that. “I’d like that.” She says to Lior, “I’m not if there are others expecting children this spring, but I think it’ll do them good to play with others their age.”

current appearance:
slim build
smoky grullo tobiano
sea green eyes
visibly pregnant