to the ends of the earth - anyone

[Djinni]

djinni

The small mare appears in a puff of golden sand, which even as it settles on her piebald back begins to fade into nothingness.

Her arrival is unusual, but in a Beqanna where dragons now frequently wing across the sky, it is nothing special.

The bangles at her ankles and rings in her ear are a novelty though, but no more startling than the indigo-to-violet ombre and white pattern on her svelte frame. She’d abandoned nature today, even if the placement of her patterns mimic those of a medicine hat tovero. Tucked against her back are the violet wings of a dragon, tipped in white, and she wears a pair of elegant golden dama gazelle horns on her head.

Djinni, if her fantastic appearance is anything to judge by, has grown bored.

She’d nearly left Beqanna (the way she had a dozen times before). But a yellow stallion and their unnamed bond tether her a little closer than she’d usually stay, so rather than leave the galaxy she’d settled instead on the Forest.

Spring has colored the place with wildflowers, and Djinni pauses to tuck a single daffodil into the tangle of her black mane. It is bright and cheerful, and as pleasant as the curious expression on the mare’s face as she looks around.

[Atl]

You don't drown by falling into water. You only drown if you stay there.

Atl had always been the quieter of the two. Their mother had unknowingly named them well. He was the calm to his brother's rash. He was the steady to the unsteady. The slow to the fast. Atl kept his brother was overstepping his boundaries and Phyre kept Atl from being too entirely dull. He had no doubt that their dad would have been proud of them. They had been told so many stories of their father, first from their mom when they had been so young, nothing but long legs and small bodies, and wide eyes.

Then their older siblings had told them more things, the way he had held them close, encouraged them, kept them safe. And their nephews and niece that had known him to be a great fun granddad. He had allowed them to crawl over his body and created obstacle courses by moving the rocks with high metal counts in them. He had and did do everything possible to keep his family safe.

Until he couldn't. He was old, not quite that old for this place, but with the fights and the constant battles that he had taken, all the hits to his bones and muscles had made him ache.

Perhaps if he had hung around some more and had found a healer, he would have been well. If he would have been strong enough to take the help.

However, Atl had grown up without his father, with only his brother as his constant, for his family were wanderers and took to the horizon. The twins had taken their own times away from beqanna, settling into an adventure style lifestyle.

They had returned for a while and it on a random jaunt through the Meadow that they find the Forest. They are quiet for once, exploring this area that was new to them. And it is while they are looking through this forest they come across her. "Look at her brother." Phyre says to him and Atl smiles as he does look. Her appearance is shocking to their senses after being so long away from this place of magic. But they are not afraid. "Let's go say hi." Atl says, and they move closer. Phyre for once stays behind his brother allowing the smooth, calm talker to talk first.

"Hello lady. How are you today?" His breath escapes in a fog of white as his warm breath meets the cold air.

Atl

[Phyre]

He had noticed her far before his brother had. Atl was always thinking about other things. It was up to him to be the one that was always on guard. Phyre had enjoyed taking care of his brother, enjoyed being the one that kept them safe. He was definitely the more physical of the two brothers and it showed in his brawny body. Atl was similar but Phyre enjoyed it, so his 'workouts' were more frequent.

While she is unusual compared to what they were used too, he remembers little snips of when they were young and at their mother's side. He remembers some of the oddities that lived in Beqanna. She was unusual but still beautiful.

"Look at her brother." He says to Atl and then his brother takes the lead. He falls back, letting him slide closer, letting his brother work the words for now. He would say something eventually. It was never in his nature to let his brother do ALL his talking. But for now he was content to let him take the lead.

While he spoke, his eyes roved and while they lingered on the mare in appreciation of her oddities, they did nothing more. He looked around them, watching for any and all predators both equine and non equine in form. He knew that as beautiful as Beqanna was, there were always dangers. After all the bright colored frogs were known for their poison. Phyre rests his head momentarily on his brother's back as he looks through a particular dark patch of the Forest.

some say the world will end in fire

Phyre