Posted on August 9, 2020 at 07:21:17 PM by Dhaniyā
 The gull of the sea birds over head lull her into a trance. Her delicate nostrils flare and breath in the arid air of the desert - it is tinged with salt and a faintly familiar musk. By Allah's blessing she has found herself in the sands where a familiar face from her past had also found himself. Her heart flutters to life. How could it be? She silently questions. And why did she feel this way for someone who is not her husband? The guilt darkens her thoughts. A wife's duty is to her husband, above all else. A sigh lingers on her lips and she casts her dark eyes over her shoulder in the direction she had just came from. To return to her husband now would have unforeseen consequences - perhaps even death. She had fled his wrath and abandoned him in the dead of night. He would show no mercy or empathy if she returned and this she can not bear. Movement draws her from her musing - she straightens her shoulders and prepares herself. She glances up briefly as he draws close and her mouth falls slightly agape. Alderbaran. She quietly admires him. The grace in his steps and the handsome dish of his forehead, but as he draws near she drops her dark gaze to the sands and her ears tilt slight back. She lowers her head to her chest and submits before him. Dhaniyā, your Allah has brought you so far from home. Her eyes remain on the ground as she nods her head. "Nem, Allah guides my steps," she breathes. Where is your husband? She inwardly winces at the question. She lifts her delicate muzzle upward and her dark eyes remain on the sands at his hooves. "My husband..." she falters "sends his best," her heart hammers against her ribs as the guilt weighs on her heart. But was it not best to tell one white lie to hide the painful truth? "Shukraan," she thanks him politely "I am just weary from the travel," she admits aloud. She allows her dark gaze to look into the vast sands that spread out in either direction. A soft breeze ruffles itself through her mess of knots and curls that drape over her curved neck. She gently clears her throat and brings her attention back to him, her dark eyes flick to his momentarily before they find the sands once more. "Your brothers have also taken the trek from Miran?" she asks with a slight tilt of her crown, her heart skips a beat as she thinks of Rigel. Diplomatic. Handsome. At such thoughts warmth begins to crawl into her cheeks. Marwari - 4 years - 14.2 hh - Mare - Panagre Bay Min Sabino |
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translation:
Nem: yes
Shukraan: thank you
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