The water in the creek is cold on her pale legs, but Djinni enjoys the sensation. She's spent the last few hours on the outskirts of the Deserts and even though the yellow sun is no longer beating down on her back it still feels good to cool down for a moment. She's been gathering her courage for days now, and yet still did not have enough to cross the boarder into the kingdom. She was born there and yet she feels like a stranger whenever she stands at the edge of the kingdom.
In the Field though, she feels comfortable. She is not a stranger to the cool green slopes; she often lingers here - or in the meadow - looking for something. Usually the something ends up being Walter, but today she has searched and found no palomino stallion. She has been thinking of him though, and so she resembles him: a pale yellow body with a mane and tail as white as the sky. Her shape remains her own, small and svelte rather than tall and imposing like her friend's, and she is a rather pretty thing with her golden earnings and bracelets on white-stockinging legs.
In search of today's 'something', Djinni looks over the inhabitants of the Field with her curious amber gaze. It seems to be a normal day; there are several lone mares, a handful or herd stallions and the usual plethora of kingdom recruiters. Only one catches her eye, a shapely red creature who from a distance (and downwind) she assumes is a mare. The other horse's bright coloring intrigues her, and so for no other reason than that she leaves the cool creek and heads up the hill toward the stranger.
"Hello there!" she calls out in a friendly manner when she is near enough to be heard. She is smiling, and the expression warms her brown eyes in a way that is most certainly genuine. Closer now she can see that the other horse is a stallion rather than a mare (not that Djinni minds; she's never struggled with a preference the way others do). "What brings you to the Field today?" She asks curiously. While there is a chance that he is a native to Beqanna, she cannot help but harbor the hope that he is from the Elsewheres and has some fantastic story of how he came here. Djinni has always loved fantastic stories.
In the Field though, she feels comfortable. She is not a stranger to the cool green slopes; she often lingers here - or in the meadow - looking for something. Usually the something ends up being Walter, but today she has searched and found no palomino stallion. She has been thinking of him though, and so she resembles him: a pale yellow body with a mane and tail as white as the sky. Her shape remains her own, small and svelte rather than tall and imposing like her friend's, and she is a rather pretty thing with her golden earnings and bracelets on white-stockinging legs.
In search of today's 'something', Djinni looks over the inhabitants of the Field with her curious amber gaze. It seems to be a normal day; there are several lone mares, a handful or herd stallions and the usual plethora of kingdom recruiters. Only one catches her eye, a shapely red creature who from a distance (and downwind) she assumes is a mare. The other horse's bright coloring intrigues her, and so for no other reason than that she leaves the cool creek and heads up the hill toward the stranger.
"Hello there!" she calls out in a friendly manner when she is near enough to be heard. She is smiling, and the expression warms her brown eyes in a way that is most certainly genuine. Closer now she can see that the other horse is a stallion rather than a mare (not that Djinni minds; she's never struggled with a preference the way others do). "What brings you to the Field today?" She asks curiously. While there is a chance that he is a native to Beqanna, she cannot help but harbor the hope that he is from the Elsewheres and has some fantastic story of how he came here. Djinni has always loved fantastic stories.
D J I N N I
genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster