The boy that comes is younger than she expects and for a moment she searches the hillside behind him, wondering if a parent was following behind. It seems the colt is alone though, and Djinni focuses her purple eyed attention solely on him.
“Hello,” she replies with a friendly smile. “Thank you for the welcome.” Her voice is deceptively rough for such a small and elegant creature. It is not dry from disuse anymore; she simply sounds as though there is sand shifting – somewhere.
“I came to see your sanctuary,” she tells the colt, using the same words he had. Sanctuary from what, she wonders to herself, what dangers still lurk in Beqanna with Pangea swallowed by the sea? What use does Nayl have for a sanctuary when Sylva is already a protected realm?
“I’m Djinni,” she adds, “From Sylva. I suppose we’re sibling kingdoms, of a sort.” Though Djinni has done her best to teach her own son everything she could as soon as she could, she is not quite sure how others time the teaching of their children. Does this boy understand the significance of her visit? Or should she wait to find an adult – even better, a leader? Best to wait and see, she decides; she could learn much from his response to what she has already shared.