[an TAH rez]
✬ sayyida ✬
▻ jyeshtha ♀ (x indira), aminah ♀ | nashira ♀ ◅
He feels her beside him even though he does not turn his head to see her, lest the motion bring attention to them and their daughter got to pretending she wasn’t staring off after the palomino boy on the horizon. He therefore misses the cold steel hardening his Mira’s spine and heart for some devastation he had never imagined paying her.
"He is a strong fighter. Only time will tell if her infatuation is returned." He chuckles, "I have seen him when his princess calls out to him. He does not want to anger me, but does not know if answering her flirtations will make me angry, or if it would be to ignore her attentions that might do it." It is a bit more puckishness that she might have remembered from their earlier years. He likes the confusion in the young stallion, amused by it in good humor rather than in sadism as other kings and rulers might have meant it.
He wanted to be the husband in the desert again - only belonging to his wife, his people, his land.
So he reaches out an olive branch -- and apparently his Wife, his other half, his Mira… thinks he means to swat her grip onto the cliff instead. He stares at her while she speaks, utterly aghast and appalled. "I know that I have let you all down as your Mira, and I will step aside for whomever it is you choose to take my place."
He stomps his hoof. One stop, all that benign husband lost in his moment of shock and terror. Alone? Alone and having some stranger beside him!? His only love leaving him -- "Apparently I very much do need to say it. I called my wife to talk about the future of our child, of our love after unimaginable heartbreak… I do not know what you think of me…" He shakes his head, red mane tousled by the agitated motion, "I know I failed you, that our daughter is gone because I was not enough to keep her from our families… But I have never wanted you anywhere except beside me. I had… felt I kept disappointing you, kept failing you, kept making you wish to see less of me…"
He is frantic, the attempted stillness before utterly forgotten in this new terrifying progression of his reality. "I wanted to ask you about our daughter’s choice, about whether you thought her nature suited to becoming the future of our Sadim-- OUR Sadim. Or if you thought my brothers might have children that would suit it better… or, all the gods help me, if you wished to be with me this Fall so we might broaden our family…." He realizes now he had been far too self-assured that they might overcome their tragedies.
"You wish to leave me, to leave us?" He asks this, choked and just barely above stammering in his cold washing shock.
OF SALEM’S EASTERN DUNES
▻ eleven years - arabian - mulberry gray with bloodmarks - 15.2 hh ◅