07-15-2017, 03:48 PM
Time spent with her son has become less frequent as he grows older. When Djinni hears the call of from the edge of forest, she does not dismiss Ivar. Instead they come together, appearing in a soft shimmer of golden sand that fades before it can reach the forest floor. Still a few hundred meters from the caller, the pied horses make their way through the woods and an ambling walk. It is more for Djinni’s comfort than Ivar’s, for the grullo mare is encumbered by an impressively large pregnancy.
The surprising width of her bulging middle does not dim the friendly smile that she offers to the bay stallion, but her breathing is heavier than it might have been. Ivar, quiet and dark beside her, is unwinded. He is the peak of health and youth, offering a grin no less welcoming than his mother’s.
“Welcome to Sylva,” says Djinni, looking up to meet the taller stallion’s eyes. “I’m Djinni.”
“I’m Ivar,” adds the young stallion, bobbing his head in a polite greeting. He knows that he should probably stay quiet, and leave the dealings of politics to those more skilled at the art. Still, he has always been encouraged to be bold in all things – not only by Djinni, but by his father as well – and he hesitates for only a moment before he adds: “What brings you from Tephra today?”
Djinni doesn’t recognize this stallion, but as her son names the kingdom she recognizes the scent he carries on his coat. He is from the same land as Dahmer and Magnus. Over two years have passed since their visit, and she wonders how that volcanic land might have changed. Magnus had ruled it when they’d come, and she wonders if perhaps this stallion is here to tell them that he is the new king. Ivar had told her of his trip to the rainforest of Tephra, and of a bay stallion named Warrick. This is not him, she surmises from the way that Ivar greets him, so perhaps this is Offspring.
Ivar had been hoping that the bay visitor who smelled of Tephra would be Warrick as well, but he is not disappointed to see an unexpected face. It seems that the tropical land is well-populated, and he is genuinely curious what business they might want with his birthland.
The surprising width of her bulging middle does not dim the friendly smile that she offers to the bay stallion, but her breathing is heavier than it might have been. Ivar, quiet and dark beside her, is unwinded. He is the peak of health and youth, offering a grin no less welcoming than his mother’s.
“Welcome to Sylva,” says Djinni, looking up to meet the taller stallion’s eyes. “I’m Djinni.”
“I’m Ivar,” adds the young stallion, bobbing his head in a polite greeting. He knows that he should probably stay quiet, and leave the dealings of politics to those more skilled at the art. Still, he has always been encouraged to be bold in all things – not only by Djinni, but by his father as well – and he hesitates for only a moment before he adds: “What brings you from Tephra today?”
Djinni doesn’t recognize this stallion, but as her son names the kingdom she recognizes the scent he carries on his coat. He is from the same land as Dahmer and Magnus. Over two years have passed since their visit, and she wonders how that volcanic land might have changed. Magnus had ruled it when they’d come, and she wonders if perhaps this stallion is here to tell them that he is the new king. Ivar had told her of his trip to the rainforest of Tephra, and of a bay stallion named Warrick. This is not him, she surmises from the way that Ivar greets him, so perhaps this is Offspring.
Ivar had been hoping that the bay visitor who smelled of Tephra would be Warrick as well, but he is not disappointed to see an unexpected face. It seems that the tropical land is well-populated, and he is genuinely curious what business they might want with his birthland.
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