Vashti
your queen


Vashti held the stallion's glare, as he spotted her easily. she wasn't surprised and her visionaries did not back down, instead they held their own, until the silence was broken by the general's appearance onto the still scene. the arabian vixen may seem small and dainty, but that was to her advantage. anyone who knew the desert breed, knew they were hardy warriors. especially the mares, who were first chosen to go into battle. the bedouins favorite color of choice happened to be the fiery hue. it blended in nicely into the sands. but vashti didn't expect anyone to know this, except her breed alone.

As anath deliberately pushed against vashti's shoulder, the chestnut mare's stance did not falter even an ounce. it was not in vashti to have to prove herself to someone who was so full of oneself. instead, vashti fought with silence and stood her own ground. if anath had to stoop so low as to raise her self-worth, so be it. vashti had never known anyone to be truly and genuinely happy with one's self if they had to berate everyone else to make themselves feel good. it was a lie they lived, and vashti chose to face the truth, and live in truth, not to be led astray by lies one laid out for themselves.

Despite the awful stench that had awoken her, she had come accustom to it, though she still yearned for the fresh mountain air that beckoned all around the three-some. she watched the two half interested, but she made tons of notes on their actions towards each other, and subtle things that one her age should not have been able to pick up on. she was a quick study, and these two were already boring her. as an outsider, to them, they knew nothing of her. and that was to her advantage. assuming things never got anyone anywhere, except deeper in the grave.

Vashti hardly believed there was anything that she needed to say, or observe anymore at this point. she had already seen her fair share. probably more than a naive girl or the best soldier could have deciphered. she was underestimated. she could sense it and feel it. she half flicked her auds back and slightly saluted the steed in respect, because she was better than that to ignore a guest, even a stallion in the mare's land. then the bronze mare nodded to anath, because she was not going to lower herself by harshly brushing up against the mare's shoulder.

She could remember her father telling her that everyone should be respected, but no one idolized, for we are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out. somethings were better left unsaid.

It was at this moment, that vashti slipped away, back into mountains.

called: Vashti
born: female
blood: egyptian arab
painted: Chestnut
seasons: 5 winters

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