A'idah
A'idahs honey gaze follows Gabbar, as his dark eyes become distant as he describes his homeland. She listens intently, his story is full of pride for a land that he had once called home. His home sounds much like hers, her father a sheik, a proud ruler of their desert home. He had ruled with fairness, and was respected by all who set hoof in their land. She remembers his kind words, she had always been favored by him. Hasd badiya zahra. She can still hear him whispering, my desert flower, for the last time. Her ear swivels towards Gabbar as he finishes his tale.
"Your homeland sounds perfect." She whispers just above the crash of the waves, her voice about to crack. She clears her throat, before continuing. "And your mother? You have not mentioned her." She pauses, gaging him before she continues. "What is she like?" What would his mother be like? Would she be the kind, quiet one? Like her mother. Or would she be the harsh, reprimanding kind? She eyes Gabbar, he was a mystery to her.
"I have another question for you, Gabbar. She gathers her thoughts and continues before he can speak. "Do you think it is possible that the war that endures between our kind and Akhal-Tekes... Is just a misunderstanding?" She does not mention Mhysa, just yet. Their conversation had left her head reeling with questions that needed answers. What if Gabbar could answer the questions that have plagued her since her fathers death? Would she finally have closure?
Flaxen Chestnut Rabicano - Egyptian - 14.2 hh
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