10-04-2018, 07:33 AM
She's startled them both, but Luster recovers quickly enough that the boy never knows. A good mother, Djinni decides, having experienced the same growing up. She has not doled it out though, not since her dark-haired son. Cimmerian, says the boy, giving a name that is as pleasant to the ears as Luster's. Djinni has always liked knowing names, watching the ways they change in this world where the gods do not permit repetition.
"It's nice to meet you, Cimmerian."
There is no longer a tightness to her eyes at the thought; she remembers Sylva as only the woods. There is an advantage in wishing after all, an advantage that she hadn't had the last time she had crossed paths with the blue mare. But the world has changed again and Djinni has changed with it. There are caves in Nerine, after all, and a lake in Hyaline; they aren't features exclusive to the autumnal woods.
"I've been alright." She says, because while she is frequently deceptive she rarely lies outright. "I've moved back to Nerine, though." Djinni assumes Luster knows this is where she comes from - where they had come from - so she doesn't elaborate. For Merry though, she adds: "It's got grey cliffs so tall they disappear in the fog sometimes, and rock piles that are good for playing king-of-the-mountain on." She remembers this, but isn't sure why. She's wished away most of the memories of her son, after all, him and anything that reminds her of him.
"And you?" She asks Luster, glancing down again at the dark haired boy. Staying busy, she assumes, and wonders idly where the boy's father might be. There had been a time before when Djinni had looked for a child in Luster's belly, but there hadn't been one then. Things have changed for Luster too, it seems.
"It's nice to meet you, Cimmerian."
There is no longer a tightness to her eyes at the thought; she remembers Sylva as only the woods. There is an advantage in wishing after all, an advantage that she hadn't had the last time she had crossed paths with the blue mare. But the world has changed again and Djinni has changed with it. There are caves in Nerine, after all, and a lake in Hyaline; they aren't features exclusive to the autumnal woods.
"I've been alright." She says, because while she is frequently deceptive she rarely lies outright. "I've moved back to Nerine, though." Djinni assumes Luster knows this is where she comes from - where they had come from - so she doesn't elaborate. For Merry though, she adds: "It's got grey cliffs so tall they disappear in the fog sometimes, and rock piles that are good for playing king-of-the-mountain on." She remembers this, but isn't sure why. She's wished away most of the memories of her son, after all, him and anything that reminds her of him.
"And you?" She asks Luster, glancing down again at the dark haired boy. Staying busy, she assumes, and wonders idly where the boy's father might be. There had been a time before when Djinni had looked for a child in Luster's belly, but there hadn't been one then. Things have changed for Luster too, it seems.