Boaz
[BOH az]
no female lead
[ no loves ]
▻ no children (x no one) ◅
He knew that his brothers had been similarly detained, though none of the guards had been willing to expose their whereabouts or if they too had been freed in some godforsaken piece of the desert. Aminah had come to him, spoken to him of the wonders of Mira - the land, not his mother - and how she’d prefer to stay, to learn to be what the people there needed. Everything he’d forsaken, she took to it like a fish in water. She was more headstrong than the priests realized, than her grandfather realized, so he had no doubt there would someday be changes turning the old Kings in their graves.
What had concerned him, though, was that they also would not give him the whereabouts of his Wife. It had almost driven him into flailing hooves and gnashing teeth - barrelling into Maghrib to overthrow all the Peace that Aminah’s existence had wrought… but she had not been there either. The scent of her existed at the borders, but then they’d traveled off. He had made it to Salem again - but there was no Aldebaran, no brothers, no wives and children… and an entirely new monarchy in place.
Had it truly been so long? Had it been so long as to remove all headway they had made for themselves? More that the land of Mira had stolen from him. Not that he had been exceptional in his time -- but it had still been his.
Waterlogged from a second consecutive swim, so out of breath due to being undernourished over his incarceration and the mistreatment of jealous guards and cocky inmates… he was barely the man one would have recognized from the days of his reign in the Dunes. "What the heck." He does not feel it either, that otherworldly confidence and just-this-side-of arrogance he’d once seemed to have fed so well on. Perhaps it was because he had still been a crowned prince then? Perhaps it was because others had looked up to him and he had yet to fall? Whatever it was, he shakes himself with about the same energy as someone two decades his senior as he climbs into the meadow from the shoreline.
What was he to do? How did one search the whole world when you’d seen so little of it? How to find his Wife, his Brothers, his children…. He splits his ears to either side, taking in a heaving sigh so that his ribs seem to scream out from his sides… he would allow himself a single minute more before he moved on, before he made one hundred percent certain that his brothers and Wife and any others from His Dunes there were not to be found on the Islands.
OF THE TINUVEL COVE
▻ zero years - andalusian mutt - black with dominant tobiano - 16.2 hh ◅