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☾ none ☽
⬩ none ⬩
▻ none (x no one) ◅
He is a full grown man now, long since able to marry and yet long since having chosen not to. The woman he had almost, at least for a mute man, raved at his brother about had been the only woman he could see in his mind’s eye.
Murzim had of course been amused, his usually stoic and silent brother positively abuzz with his odd speech patterns and wordchoices. It had been years and at the beginning of almost every season, he was alight with the story of how he found again the woman that had stolen his heart and hope of marriage.
She was desert bred, he was certain of at least that, and it had only made it more likely that he’d never take another wife until she was his. His? It felt so silly to think of her in such a way. She was inherently NOT his - rumored to be the Lesser Wife of his father’s twin’s daughter’s Husband. How convoluted--
But it had become a passion project, thinking of a way to not cause the Sadim harm or bring a new enemy of a recent neutral party where his own cousin had married. Whether he could convince another woman to go in her place as his uncle had done or not, he simply had to manage his expectations.
Today, though, he returns with a serious light in his eyes… this season she had been on Salem when he had found her. Something had changed. Something had shifted and she was now within reach. He whinnies to his brother, a sharp clarion call to his Sobek. "Mirror on the Sands, Redstar." “The woman who looks like me was on Salem, brother.” he says as he comes upon his younger twin.
OF THE SALEM WILDS
▻ four years - arabian - black with crescent moon and star and snip - 15.2 hh ◅