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[ Rhakraaga | Djinn Rivage ]

The world was a blurr of color and sound, glow sticks flashing through the air leaving behind only eerie trails of lingering light. Time extended stretching minutes into hours that flew by like seconds. Sandy blonde hair was plastered to a lovely pale face, green eyes half shut as the lithe girl moved in time with the music. Every twist caused the flaring fishnet sleeves to billow around her, a black haze against the sheen of colours flickering around her, and each step or turn caused the rainbow fishnet mending on her flaring black jeans to sparkle in the flood of ever changing light.

She was lost in song, utterly unaware of the world around her and she was happy in her world where everything was sound. Without warning, reality rushed back in the form of a gentle hand on the lithe girl's arm.

"Djinn?"

The voice was soft, barely heard in the flurry of sound, but Djinn recognized it instantly.

"Yeah, Mum?"

Djinn's mother was the owner of a popular night club it was located in the middle of a semi-isolated mountain town and yet it seemed to contain more people every night than were present during the day. This was more than likely acurate, but Djinn never worried much on this subject. So long as there was good music and a friendly vibe to dance with on occasion than Djinn was happy. It was a trait she had inherited from her mother.

"I've got a present for you. Follow me..."

Djinn was too busy catching her breath to question and so she wound through the crowd of dancing bodies in hot pursuit of the raven haired femme that was her mother.

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Ravyn didn't speak until they had finally reached the apartments above the nightclub and the deafening music that Djinn loved so much was muffled down until it was just a low throb through the floor. Matching bright green eyes met and Djinn's mother beamed happily.

"I realize, that its a bit early for your birthday, but I have a special gift. A friend of mine told me a about a dragon clutch that is close to hatching and needs bondmates. ..."

Ravyn didn't have time to finish her sentence for it was cut off with a joyous squeak. Djinn had adored dragons since she was a young child, another trait she had adopted from her mother.

"I'll take that as a yes, then?"

Djinn nodded vigorously, and Ravyn flicked her wrist in an almost dismissive guesture that many would've found baffling, but Djinn was expecting it. Taking a soft breath she braced herself for the strange sensation of being flicked through worlds and dimensions.

[ Rhakraaga | Djinn Rivage ]
[ 1 - Djinn | 2 ]