[ mh ru gha SEER ah ]
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▻ none (x no one) ◅
A piece of her is quite enamored of this cold world she has sold herself into. Truly, it is something of a miracle that her father had been so off-kilter, usually so sharp and discerning that she might have waited another six years for him to wake up and accept something less than godlike in a husband for her. He had described Fell as tall, imposing, stern, and yet fair. The descriptors were far better than the men she’d often seen when peeking momentarily out of the slot canyon her mother and she inhabited.
Fell had not been far off from that description, either - no catfishing on her father’s part. Limited in speech as she had grown accustomed to via her friend Enoch and moreso her cousin Al Hilal, he did seem stern. The fact that he had given her father this chance to have the love of his life back, fair. He was, she recalled of his appearance on the beach, quite tall and imposing. She was just two jumps and a hop up from qualifying as a pony… he was an impressive figure beyond that. Larger than even Uncle Atair, Fell tickled her fancy.
That he held to the old-thinking, well, it was respectable to wish to only possess and never share. She did not entertain the new notions of monogamy and couldn’t fathom a world of unattached beguiling done amongst the wild zones of The Lost Islands. They had performed her ceremony before her departure, knowing that she left to a world that did not put stock in such things. It was perhaps the one thing she wasn’t sure about.
She could not call on the old rights, for all that her father had paid her as a bride price for Dhaniya in some ways. She had been betrothed by her father, before Antares, informed her mother - but the rites that remained between a husband and a wife were not for her anymore. She was not First Wife, she did not even know if the man her father had called her Husband before he left would mind her presence with the beautiful women she’d since seen since her arrival.
She grazes in a soft haze of numerous thoughts, as intelligent as her father with too much of her mother’s stoicism to panic or fly in a fit of whimsy.
Did she tend to the lady Kohelet? Did she mind her manners and remain aloof? Did she seek him out when she was chilled by the colder climates? Did she look for the young stallion her father had described had stopped the attack on him and give him her thanks? Did that endanger him by bringing the jealousy of his father to bear?
She stops, hearing the snap of brittle leaf litter and twigs beneath a large weight and turning around. "Hello?"
OF THE TINUVEL BAY
▻ four years - arabian x kathiawari - maximum chestnut sabino - 14.2 hh ◅