[ ahl HEE lahl ]
☾ soon to be azalaïs ☽
⬩ none ⬩
▻ none (x no one) ◅
Things were slowing down, but somehow also ramping up. It felt as though the weight of all the importance of the present was weighing down the flow of time’s right stride and Al Hilal couldn’t say he was sorry for his part in it. He has, in his sights and in his heart, the woman who was meant to be his. After sparring with her, he knows she is mighty enough to stand beside him. After sitting in the Hills outskirts with her, he knows she is kind and gentle enough to love him.
His father had already won the spar against Evrain, bringing home the wonderful news that soon Antares would go and offer a bride price. Antares, his uncle who had finally won back the love of their Mira - the beautiful-- and apparently very present Mira. He hears her hooves and look up as she calls to him. He notices that she had not called to a specific him, but the general backlit silhouette of him and he whinnies back to let her know who it was she found before he rounded on her and took a position up at her side.
"M--Mira." he tries to use her title, having practiced the hardest with Mira and Sheikh to appropriately afford his monarchs their titles - no matter that they were family. He did not want to cause fault in front of any strangers who might seek weaknesses in their Sadim. He smiles, despite the typical stutter that came from trying too hard to speak precisely, comfortable with even this Mira who had needed to take time away from her people to mourn.
"Day to you." He had meant to say that his time was hers, but the pseudo greeting sounding bit that came out was sufficient, and so he doesn’t try to elaborate or correct it. His eyes flick to her barrel, trying for discrete but always wondering if he would have more cousins to admire and always a lover of the youth that frolicked in the Sadim. Innocence had always interested him, always made him love how simple their lives could be out here. "Pleasant? -- err-- Tonic… condition??"
He feels a bit sorry that he was not better at conversation, but he is also elated that she had found him and chosen to talk at all.
OF SALEM’S EASTERN DUNES
▻ four years - arabian - black with crescent moon and star and snip - 15.2 hh ◅