A'idah
egyptian | chestnut | wanderer
The sweltering heat beat down on the pair of horses, caramel eyes fall upon the anxiety ridden face of the buckskin. There was something eating him on the inside, wreathing, fighting its way to the surface. Was her presence causing him such grief? Tossing her regal head, she finds the few words that he speaks comforting. Orhan... Chieftain of the Desert. A smile traces her dark lips, the words rang in her head.
"Shukran" She speaks to him, hoping that he would know how grateful she was.
A'idah knew the dangers of the sweltering heat, she knew that another day and she would of been just another soul lost to the deserts heat. Laying there, no one would realize that she was even gone, she had no loved ones left. An image flashes through her head of her father, murdered and left to rot in the sands of her homeland. Shaking out her disheveled blonde mane she pushes those thoughts deep into the recesses of her mind. Hoping that they wouldn't surface again, but she knew full well, that she couldn't hide.
Her attention returns to Orhan, he wanted to lead her to water, so that she may drink her fill and be on her way. Nodding her head, she breathes in the thick desert air, preparing herself for the trek that she was about to embark on. Hearing the words this way, she jerks her head towards his retreating form, picking up the same slow jog that he had chosen. Hooves navigate the terrain that he led her through, the dunes that seemed to be endless, but she was used to such terrain. Her muscles pump her delicate legs with each stride, keeping pace with the buckskin in front of her. Each breath is sucked in through her nostrils, easily she keeps pace with the buckskin; for this was her kind of traveling.
Before long, a green dot appeared on the horizon, but that was not the only thing that caught her attention. A sidelong glance at Orhan, she finds his nerves climbing. Confused for a second she wonders if this is even his oasis... or had he brought her to the other stallion. Lifting her regal head to its utmost height, her tail flagged and flowing out behind her. Her anxiety was rising in her chest, she follows him the last few yards to the waters edge. She was on the highest of alert, her hooves barely touching the sand, each step was fluid and beautiful. Halting at the water's edge, she nervously drops her muzzle to the water's edge, her eyes roll all around her, keeping watch for any sign of danger.
The cool water slid down her throat, drinking in huge gulps; lifting her muzzle from the water. Ears swivel atop her crown, listening...waiting. Ready to flee at the moment's notice. Suspicion begins to arrise of Orhan's intentions, maybe he had led her to her death. Her gaze falls on him for a split second, you could never trust anyone...even if they seemed trustworthy.
