no stallion
▻ no children (x no one) ◅
She is not mistaken in thinking that she might draw more attention here than Salem.
Almost as soon as she stops, gets her bearings, there is one not far off that diverts his original path to approach her. He is wildly colored, dizzying in his stripes and his white splotches, but entirely fitted into his own skin enough to draw her attention fully onto him and not onto potential other dangers on approach.
Her curved ears, and long silhouette of matched height, was not shy of attractive - this she knew well enough by having seen herself in a still oasis or two. She is not aghast or surprised by his approach - but perhaps surprised by the benign nature of his greeting. "You look more fit for the sands of my home than you do for the grasses here. Why did you leave Salem?" He says, her head turning to take in the full color-dazzled view of him.
"You are not wrong. I come from the Sadim of the Eastern Dunes." She does not insult him by sounding surprised by his deductive reasoning and sense of smell. Her poise has become like that of her mother in some respects. "I left because living beneath my father’s roof was beginning to suffocate me when my one cousin was married off to the Bay, our other cousin has taken a keen eye for his First Wife, and my own half sister was offered her suitors well before me." The implication that normally her people had help in the choosing of mates was clear - and she had been neglected.
"I am the eldest child of my father, but by an illegitimate coupling. I was a sore in the eye of his First Wife, although she never mistreated me. I think my father hesitated to handle my marriage for fear of further upsetting the relationship with her when it was already rocky." She does not mind giving these tidbits to the stranger, the atmosphere and circumstances having become healed in recent days. "So I removed the last dilemma left between them and came here to be my own matchmaker."
She flicks an ear back, then it rights itself. "I am Jyeshtha, daughter of Antares and Indira. What is your name?"
OF THE LOST ISLAND WILDS
▻ 8 years - curly eared arabian mutt - graying buckskin tobiano - 15.2 hh ◅