i'm a wild child
simple yet experimental.
Nesrin smiled seeing understanding in the like colored male's eyes that appeared an amber gold in this light per perhaps it was a trick of the light. She felt his gaze on her, of course desert women ought to know when a man looks at her, studies and wonders of a woman--at least her mother had taught her so. The desert born daughter likewise took the time to register his features, also he was a desert born son and she found a part of herself rejoicing in that. Her spirits were high and she had to admit that her pregnancy, this being her first child, was more pleasant than pain for the sand hued minx. He called himself Orhan and he seemed delighted to hear the mother tongue spoken. She could not blame him, sharing the sentiment when he replied to her. The maid's grin deepend.
"Aynı şekilde abi." And just so she called him for what he was, her brother. Her tail swished thoughtfully, chasing away the blood suckers as she swayed a bit in the water shifting her weight and splashing herself a bit, trying not to get the cool waters on the hellion before her. Nesrin was rather happy for the blessing of water even in the desert. The mare had turned momentarily to touch at her side, but she could not help but wonder if she had indeed detected something akin to sadness in the virile's eyes. When her attention returned she had to refrain herself from giggling catching him staring at her swollen sides. Thorns pricked thoughtfully. Nes did not miss the fact that he called this desert his own.
"I was born in the desert, it is where our ancestors have roamed. I am from the wilderness lands bordering Calphir, but I guess you could say I came from the crossing. To answer the question in your eyes…carrying a child really does make you surprisingly buoyant." She giggled now, recalling the travel to Salem being smooth for the most part. While your desert is not the same as that which I was born, I hope it to be where I might raise my child. What say you, abi…Orhan. Do you have room for two?" There was still confidence behind her casual playfulness. She was not a snob as those mares of the shining cities of Calphir, no she was of the nomads that roamed and lived the old ways more or less. She was an adventurer, and that would not change on account of a child. For a young mother, she was neither disappointed nor afraid of what was soon to come. Did motherhood make a woman braver? She awaited his reply, though another question soon formed in her mind that she thought perhaps to save for a little later.
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nesrin/ four / mare / buckskin dun ash stained forehead with white smudge / azteca x arabian x akhal teke / 15.1hh |
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