Too long had she been outrunning danger. (Blessed, she’d been so blessed. With Shanti. With Sayyida. With Tarek and Naveen.) Wise as she was, Naz had known her luck would run out eventually. But she hadn’t expected it to run out so soon.
A great beast loomed on the horizon, and in the eyes of the marwari he was a hideous looking thing, so heavily built and unnaturally marked. And even across the distance between them (rapidly shrinking as he approached with malicious intent) she could sense something predatory about him, she could see it in the way he moved.
If Shanti were not with her, there was no doubt that Naz could outrun him – make it back to the safety of the Dunes, where there would be many to protect her. But it would be too far for her daughter, and Naz would not, could not forsake her.
Sensing the urgency in her mother’s voice, Shanti ran. They were close to the winding chasm in which they dwelt for the moment, with Tarek and little Naveen. Naz could make it there in Shanti’s wake, but she could not risk the brute following her, would not lead such a danger upon her nearly matured daughter and yearling son. Even with Tarek there, she would not risk it.
It was her own foolishness, the stubborn heart inside her, that was to blame, and, just as she’d been raised to do from near infancy, she alone would bear the consequences of her actions.
She charged for the looming stallion, cutting into his path and blocking him from following after Shanti.
So the white-faced marwari finally gave into him, hoping that he’d be satisfied, and maintained her course of aggression afterwards, until he was persuaded to leave. Weak from the attack, emotion rampant and ragged inside her, Naz stood her ground, trembling, until he’d vanished from her sight. Only then did she wearily make her way to the shore, and cleanse herself of his vile scent. When she returned to the canyon where her small family waited, Naz was quick to reassure.
To Tarek, later, she explained her intentions, needing him to understand. But even if he did not, Naz would not waver. Her path was set before her now, and she had no choice but to walk it. This would be her blessing to them – this would keep them safer. That is what Naz truly believed.
After parting ways with Tarek and Naveen, Naz trailed along the border between lands in silence, and though Shanti did not speak as she followed behind, Naz could sense her unease. Too soon, and it was time already.
The deeper truth was that Shanti was strong in her own way, and far better a creature than either of her parents deserved. Naz thought her gentle and feared her easily broken.
She’d never have thought that it would be she herself that broke Shanti’s heart.
Naz did not linger to watch her daughter flee from her, she turned and headed for the Dunes, snarling in anguish even as she refused to let her tears fall. By the time she reached the hills of sand, she had regained herself, composure intact, and stood upon the dune near the eastern border that she often frequented whenever she came to visit Sayyida, knowing that if the Arab mare who had become Mira to her people was nearby, she’d not be long in coming to greet her, unless she had other business to attend to.
The deeper truth was that Naz needed Sayyida, because before Shanti had saved her by bringing her deadened heart peace, the greying Arab mare had served as a light in a time of great darkness, and Naz was lost without one to guide her home again.