07-22-2017, 01:28 PM
The grey stallionseems concerned, attentive to the boy’s needs. He’s encouraging and gentle, and Djinni is not surprised to hear the boy ask if he is his father. Djinni would have assumed much the same thing had she not come across them when she did. The grullo mare watches the interchange curiously until the older mare looks back her way. She’d approached quietly after all; she doesn’t expect to be immediately noticed.
She does, however, appreciate his courteous nod of recognition. Djinni does so love being recognized.
“I’m Djinni,” she tells them both, her sea green eyes moving from stallion to colt. The dappled stallion seems sincere in his offer to parent this lost boy, but Djinni cannot help but wonder exactly what he plans to do with him. Are there nursemaids in Nerine? Djinni struggles to picture Nayl being willing to nurse a foal (or rather, a foal of unknown heritage – there might be some lineages of enough value to persuade the Iron Queen).
The warm spring wind blows her dark tail against her haunches, and for a moment she looks up to the sky. The stars seem smaller here than from between the golden canopy of Sylva. She could step away now, she knows, leaving this potential new family to make their way to Nerine. The boy might starve though, and now that she’s found him she feels the heavy weight of responsibility again.
“What will you feed him?” She asks Orion. She doesn’t mean to maim his offer, but a dead son is not a good son.
She looks now to Rhysand, stepping abreast of the grey stallion as she lowers her head to his level.
“You could come to Sylva with me,” she tells him. “You’ll be safe and well fed, and we’d visit Orion often if you’d like.” She does not offer to be his mother, because she knows that he has one – wherever she might be. Perhaps she’ll even come looking for him in time.
She does, however, appreciate his courteous nod of recognition. Djinni does so love being recognized.
“I’m Djinni,” she tells them both, her sea green eyes moving from stallion to colt. The dappled stallion seems sincere in his offer to parent this lost boy, but Djinni cannot help but wonder exactly what he plans to do with him. Are there nursemaids in Nerine? Djinni struggles to picture Nayl being willing to nurse a foal (or rather, a foal of unknown heritage – there might be some lineages of enough value to persuade the Iron Queen).
The warm spring wind blows her dark tail against her haunches, and for a moment she looks up to the sky. The stars seem smaller here than from between the golden canopy of Sylva. She could step away now, she knows, leaving this potential new family to make their way to Nerine. The boy might starve though, and now that she’s found him she feels the heavy weight of responsibility again.
“What will you feed him?” She asks Orion. She doesn’t mean to maim his offer, but a dead son is not a good son.
She looks now to Rhysand, stepping abreast of the grey stallion as she lowers her head to his level.
“You could come to Sylva with me,” she tells him. “You’ll be safe and well fed, and we’d visit Orion often if you’d like.” She does not offer to be his mother, because she knows that he has one – wherever she might be. Perhaps she’ll even come looking for him in time.
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genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster