09-04-2017, 07:57 PM
Behind him, the smoke is stark against the dawn sky. It stains an otherwise lovely horizon, and the wind off the sea tastes much closer than it had the morning before. Though Djinni has no reason to trust this red-eyed stranger, her own senses tell her that the redwood forest is gone, and Ouija confirms that. He tells her much more as well – of a new king, an evil kingdom, and Beqanna’s wrath. The value of Sylva’s diplomats falls ever farther in Djinni’s esteem, and the green-eyed mare sighs quietly in response to the news.
It is not a sad sigh, nor one of malcontent. It sounds a bit weary, but it is mostly resigned.
There is nothing to be done about it now. She had offered protection to Ruan but he had spurned her. This is not on her hands.
Bewilderment hasn’t yet marred her grey face, and it does not do so now. The grullo mare shakes her head before the last sound of her sigh has faded. It is a reset of sort, it seems, for the pied mare shifts back from her relaxed position to better assess this stallion in front of her.
She is already disappointed by the woods; she would rather not continue the pattern.
“And what exactly are your skills, Ouija?” She asks. The appaloosa has just told her that a ghost and a beast were so vile that the Taiga would not hold them. He has told her that he was with them unwillingly. He has told her that he is stealthy. “How do you propose you will make yourself useful here in Sylva?”
Her emerald eyes meet his ruby ones unwaveringly. Two sets of gemstones, it seems, and for a moment Djinni’s are obscured by her long lashes. The dawn sun sparkles off the rings in her ears and bangles on her black ankles, the only visible sign that Djinni is anything more than what she seems.
Sylva is one of the smallest and quietest kingdoms. They have a weak army and a useless diplomatic core. They are the most central and vulnerable kingdom, and yet there has never been a whisper of a threat against them. They seem ripe for the plucking of an evil pair like the one Oiuja has just described.
Something must be keeping them safe, and Djinni is happy to let the rest of Beqanna think that it is Nerine’s protection.
There’s no reason for anyone to suspect a quiet grey mare and a blue-eyed stallion.
It is not a sad sigh, nor one of malcontent. It sounds a bit weary, but it is mostly resigned.
There is nothing to be done about it now. She had offered protection to Ruan but he had spurned her. This is not on her hands.
Bewilderment hasn’t yet marred her grey face, and it does not do so now. The grullo mare shakes her head before the last sound of her sigh has faded. It is a reset of sort, it seems, for the pied mare shifts back from her relaxed position to better assess this stallion in front of her.
She is already disappointed by the woods; she would rather not continue the pattern.
“And what exactly are your skills, Ouija?” She asks. The appaloosa has just told her that a ghost and a beast were so vile that the Taiga would not hold them. He has told her that he was with them unwillingly. He has told her that he is stealthy. “How do you propose you will make yourself useful here in Sylva?”
Her emerald eyes meet his ruby ones unwaveringly. Two sets of gemstones, it seems, and for a moment Djinni’s are obscured by her long lashes. The dawn sun sparkles off the rings in her ears and bangles on her black ankles, the only visible sign that Djinni is anything more than what she seems.
Sylva is one of the smallest and quietest kingdoms. They have a weak army and a useless diplomatic core. They are the most central and vulnerable kingdom, and yet there has never been a whisper of a threat against them. They seem ripe for the plucking of an evil pair like the one Oiuja has just described.
Something must be keeping them safe, and Djinni is happy to let the rest of Beqanna think that it is Nerine’s protection.
There’s no reason for anyone to suspect a quiet grey mare and a blue-eyed stallion.
D J I N N I
genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster