Bahadır alwaqt la yughayir alwaqt yakshif
I am Amunet Her name falls from her dark lips. Each syllable is slow and deliberately spoken. His ears stand erect within his thick mess of mane, her name was strange upon his ears. Everything about Amunet was mysterious, strange, he yearns to know more about who she is. His dark eyes settle on her delicately chiseled face. "Ana, Bahadır," filling the space between them with his name.
"There are four Islands, each of them much different than the last," he nods, he had never been to most of them, but mother had told him such things. "The one to the most south, is Salem, my alsafhat alrayiysia," he says quietly. He may leave out a few details of, Cain, the stallion who has laid claim to the Desert. A smoldering burns with in his chest at the thought of the man ruling his home. "My home," he mentions, knowing that she probably would not understand his foreign tongue.
"What has brought you here, to the lost Isles?" he asks, most of the Islands were filled with wayfaring travelers. Each with their own unique tale of how they had come across the Islands.
Egyptian Arabian mutt - Bay Rabicano - Stallion - 15.0 hh - Orhan x A'idah
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