02-27-2017, 02:50 PM
Something is not right. It is not quite wrong but it is also very far from right.
This morning Djinni had found herself staring at a blue jay. It was so quick, so bright, and she smiled at the way it screeched raucously at the hawk overhead. Then she watched the hawk, and then the clouds, and then the play of sunlight on the forest floor. All were things she has seen a hundred times before. This morning they had seemed new. The world had captured her in a way that it had not since she was a child, and she had been utterly enthralled.
The sensation is not uncomfortable so she does not dismiss it. She allows it to settle, and even begins to appreciate the small dose of joy she gets from each thing she finds. Eventually it fades, leaving her feeling somewhat empty. Perhaps going somewhere new will bring it back.
Djinni appears in the forest, her pied coat dappled by the sunlight the streams down through the leaves overhead. The canopy is starting to go brown here; Autumn is fading into winter. The trees in Sylva will remain the same throughout the seasons, and Djinni adds bits of their ever-fiery coloring to the ends of her frosted mane and tail at the thought. Nothing else changes: she is the slim grullo tobiano that she most often is, with hoops in her ears and chains at her ankles that clink softly with each step she takes.
She walks for several minutes but the sensation of novelty does not return. Time to return to Sylva, she decides, but then her attention is caught by movement nearby, and her sea green eyes find a buckskin mare nearby. The other female is a pretty creature, and Djinni has always appreciated beauty in its many forms. She moves closer, a soft smile on her dark mouth as she says:
"Hello." The grullo mare keeps a comfortable distance between them; close enough to talk but not so close as to be rude. There is nothing foreboding in her physique (she is small and slight) or in her eyes (as gentle and curious as her smile) when she asks the stranger "What brings you to the woods?"
This morning Djinni had found herself staring at a blue jay. It was so quick, so bright, and she smiled at the way it screeched raucously at the hawk overhead. Then she watched the hawk, and then the clouds, and then the play of sunlight on the forest floor. All were things she has seen a hundred times before. This morning they had seemed new. The world had captured her in a way that it had not since she was a child, and she had been utterly enthralled.
The sensation is not uncomfortable so she does not dismiss it. She allows it to settle, and even begins to appreciate the small dose of joy she gets from each thing she finds. Eventually it fades, leaving her feeling somewhat empty. Perhaps going somewhere new will bring it back.
Djinni appears in the forest, her pied coat dappled by the sunlight the streams down through the leaves overhead. The canopy is starting to go brown here; Autumn is fading into winter. The trees in Sylva will remain the same throughout the seasons, and Djinni adds bits of their ever-fiery coloring to the ends of her frosted mane and tail at the thought. Nothing else changes: she is the slim grullo tobiano that she most often is, with hoops in her ears and chains at her ankles that clink softly with each step she takes.
She walks for several minutes but the sensation of novelty does not return. Time to return to Sylva, she decides, but then her attention is caught by movement nearby, and her sea green eyes find a buckskin mare nearby. The other female is a pretty creature, and Djinni has always appreciated beauty in its many forms. She moves closer, a soft smile on her dark mouth as she says:
"Hello." The grullo mare keeps a comfortable distance between them; close enough to talk but not so close as to be rude. There is nothing foreboding in her physique (she is small and slight) or in her eyes (as gentle and curious as her smile) when she asks the stranger "What brings you to the woods?"
D J I N N I
genie | rose gold tobiano dun | trickster