09-08-2017, 01:46 PM
She has displayed no agitation, so his low chuckle is met with a frown. The spotted stallion seems unconcerned with social niceties, but he already admitted that conversation is not his forte. Djinni is willing to forgive the numerous faux pas, at least until he steps closer.
The dun mare remains utterly still (she does not flinch or even flick her grey ear away from the heat of his breath). As he circles her, she follows his progress with her ears, but does not turn to watch him. She gives him no reaction at all, and her flat green-eyed expression doesn't change even as he lists all the weaknesses of the autumnal kingdom.
When he says that she should be flattered though, she finally breaks.
Her stoic mouth twists up in a grin as she lets out a bark of a laugh and tells him: "But I don't need any help, darling". She uses the endearment sarcastically, an echo of his own odd turn of phrase.
Ouija tell her that she will want to be on the right side, and it is clear he expects her to agree. With a blink of her eyes, she answers the question.
It's not done verbally, but rather with a soft touch of her muzzle to his shoulder. A warm sort of shimmer surrounds them for a fraction of a second and then, with no other warning, they stand at the very edge of the Taiga.
A ripped wall of blackthorn and bramble stretches toward a bleak winter sky. Rising seawater has swallowed the lower half of the wall, but the structure is still impressive. The roots of trees protrude from the water like grasping hands. The smell of ash and fire clashes with the waterlogged land, and Djinni completely understands what Ouija had meant when he said: "destroyed".
She does not pause to take all of this in until after she pulls away from the spotted stallion. Her muzzle tingles unpleasantly, but there is no discomfort in her brown-eyed stare.
"What say you?" he had asked her.
"I say you'd best find somewhere else to seek refuge from this destruction. You are not welcome in Sylva. Consider this a warning."
Without giving him time to reply, she disappears. Let him know she is a teleporter; she does not care. That is not something she has openly shared with others, but she does not mind sacrificing that bit of information in exchange for Sylva's safety. They don't have an army, but they don't really need one. Not with Djinni around.
The dun mare remains utterly still (she does not flinch or even flick her grey ear away from the heat of his breath). As he circles her, she follows his progress with her ears, but does not turn to watch him. She gives him no reaction at all, and her flat green-eyed expression doesn't change even as he lists all the weaknesses of the autumnal kingdom.
When he says that she should be flattered though, she finally breaks.
Her stoic mouth twists up in a grin as she lets out a bark of a laugh and tells him: "But I don't need any help, darling". She uses the endearment sarcastically, an echo of his own odd turn of phrase.
Ouija tell her that she will want to be on the right side, and it is clear he expects her to agree. With a blink of her eyes, she answers the question.
It's not done verbally, but rather with a soft touch of her muzzle to his shoulder. A warm sort of shimmer surrounds them for a fraction of a second and then, with no other warning, they stand at the very edge of the Taiga.
A ripped wall of blackthorn and bramble stretches toward a bleak winter sky. Rising seawater has swallowed the lower half of the wall, but the structure is still impressive. The roots of trees protrude from the water like grasping hands. The smell of ash and fire clashes with the waterlogged land, and Djinni completely understands what Ouija had meant when he said: "destroyed".
She does not pause to take all of this in until after she pulls away from the spotted stallion. Her muzzle tingles unpleasantly, but there is no discomfort in her brown-eyed stare.
"What say you?" he had asked her.
"I say you'd best find somewhere else to seek refuge from this destruction. You are not welcome in Sylva. Consider this a warning."
Without giving him time to reply, she disappears. Let him know she is a teleporter; she does not care. That is not something she has openly shared with others, but she does not mind sacrificing that bit of information in exchange for Sylva's safety. They don't have an army, but they don't really need one. Not with Djinni around.
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genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster