Bahadır alwaqt la yughayir alwaqt yakshif
Her expression softens, offering him an explanation. It is a strange question. Bahadır had not thought of it in that way. "I have only lived here on the Islands and with my mother on the mainland. We rarely see anyone besides our own," he voice quiet. He had left the islands when he was just a boy, he recalls quietly to himself. His mother had been terrified of what would of happened to him after the death of his father, and quickly ushered him to safety. She believed that whom ever came to Salem as the news spread would ask for blood, Bahadır's blood.
He would not be able to recall the face of his father, he had passed before his mother had birthed him. She had excitedly ushered Bahadir, to show him their son, only to come across his daughter grieving over his death. If Bahadir were to imagine his father, it would be with fierce burning eyes, hide the color of the sand, and a smile upon his face. His mother had insured that he would always remember Orhan in the best of light, always gushing over his soft eyes, beautiful woven words, and strong stance.
"You are welcome," he says with a drop of his delicate head. The anger that he felt just moments ago, melts away. "What is your name?" he asks the woman of the shadows.
Translation:
Egyptian Arabian mutt - Bay Rabicano - Stallion - 15.0 hh - Orhan x A'idah
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