Rigel
[REE-gehl]
▻ dhaniya ✮ varajakshi ◅
▻ mṛgaśira ♀ ◅
There is a wildly frantic look in his eyes, the scent on the salted wind easily lost and terribly encouraging. They had done a number on all of the incarcerated brothers but Rigel had been in their ‘tender care’ for the longest. They had tried to tempt him from the women he had married, had bonded himself to. They had tried to burn him from the inside with strange foods with unsettling additives and had tortured his outside with beating sun and sandstorms and brutal incursions of irate soldiers who thought they’d get a lick in to avenge themselves against his brother.
The priests visited and enticed him with peace, with giving up and returning to the temples as one of THEM again. He had resisted, but because he had resisted, he was not who he once was. The defiance he had once held against his brother and Mira was only a wisp now, fluttering frail and gossamer with even the slightest breath towards it. The strength he had once had with his brothers at his back was in tatters, all of them scattered for varying reasons that made no sense to him-- at least not now that he’d found Dhaniya.
He stumbles ashore with hardly any amount of pomp - entirely different than what she would remember of him, all thick formed despite the desert breeding and full of the vibrance that an easy life had afforded him. His galaxy painting along his sides now showed some ribs, his hip bones showed a bit through the once thick exterior. When he sees her, he does not immediately realize anything about her escort. It was likely a deadly mistake, a dreadful oversight, but the sight of her was enough for him to cry out. "Dhaniya!" without hesitation or remorse.
There she was, his beautiful wife, despite all the time that had been stolen from them so often. Not Mira, not Mahgrib, could keep her from him (he almost is drunk on the elation he feels). "Dhaniya, tell me it isn’t a mirage, that I am not dreaming back in the hovels meant for Mahgrib’s prisoners!" Even then the giant black figure many times his size and strength does not compute past his eyes perceiving. He calls out to her because her beauty never waned in his minds eye and seeing her well now fed his spirit in a way nothing else could have done,
OF THE LOST ISLANDS WILDS
▻ ten years - arabian - black sabino rabicano - 14.3 hh ◅