Nashira
crown princess of the sadim
▻ no offspring ◅
A princess of a people, but not a princess of a land - the lines between caution, entitlement, and youth were inherently blurred with boldness, humility, and nobility. Her break from the oasis comes with a thought to see if the golden Sobek of her uncle Rigel was patrolling their whole side of the dunes. Uncle Aldebaran’s oasis was the best place to see the most vast portion of their home territory and she almost makes it there when a child shouts out to her.
The child that calls out to her stops her floating trot dead, her skittish nature caused by the stories she’d gleaned about the abduction of her sister. Children had not been clear of blame, used to woo Aminah into a sense of home in that far off dungeon seeming land.
The other girl’s gallop flicks her ears back, but she hears no warning call from one of her uncles or someone else of the Sadim -- and she is well aware of the level of protection her own father had likely established to keep his only other legitimate child from the same fate as her sister. She lowered her head, hind hoof stomping a little in warning, but her ears and shining eyes betray her curiosity all the same. "Who are you? You are not part of the Sadim..." She looks around her and lifts her head when she sees no danger from adults of any kind - friend or foe. "I am Nashira, princess of the Sadim." The latter part of her words comes far more comfortably and far more friendly than the first.
OF SALEM’S EASTERN DUNES
▻ one year old - arabian - bay sabino - 15.1 hh ◅