Aldebaran
[al DEH bur rahn]
✮ no wife ✮
▻ no children ◅
To this moment he hadn’t realized what had happened - hadn’t seen that mysterious woman that had been so wild across the at-the-time not-his desert sands. He had, however, been given his brother’s expectations. He was to take up the border patrol he’d abandoned in order to go and rescue his brothers. He was to not bring trouble to their door after his oversight with the mysterious woman in the dunes. He was to make sure that their home was safe for those who wished to indulge in the freedom the Sadim did indeed offer.
When Antares called out, he heard the tight fist in the tone and decided tonight would not be the night he overlooked a summons. Antares was on edge in a way he had not been in the past and Aldebaran was not entire sure off his healing yet. Aminah had been smart, had been clever, had been a hidden blade tucked beneath a fold of skirt. It was true she had been very sure of herself and had help from deep within the temples -- but that hadn’t left Antares with any peace.
He had told the renewed Sheikh that he needed a leading pony, so to speak, in his life. Antares was slamming his shoulders into the harness of his position and diving ahead in a way that seemed utterly unsustainable - two parts evasion and three parts trauma response. He needed that companion that would pull him up out of the war-charge. He needed that gentle disposition to draw up alongside his wild galloping and soften his stride.
He thinks of this as he seems to fly over the last dune before the descent towards the public side of his brother’s two-oasis home. "Ah! Jyeshtha, there you are! I will bring whatever news your father has for us - and tell you if anything exciting comes up. Can you head back and give the shoreline another pass?"
He doesn’t wait for her to answer, having laid his ‘get out of jail free card’ on the table already and being unwilling to offer more help than that extended hand. She clearly takes his words to heart and nods before turning herself around and retreating. "SISTER! BELOVED OF THE DUNES! MIRA OF THE SADIM!" his over-the-top greeting is made only more boisterous as he tucks his haunches and launches into a hearty frolic around her with wild flung hooves and tossing head. "LOVELY as EVER, I see." As if he could see anything outside of a blur with his obnoxiously rowdy movements.
OF THE LOST ISLANDS WILDS
▻ nine years - arabian - sooty bay rabicano - 15.2 hh ◅