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the crescent moon;



Al Hilal


[ ahl HEE lahl ]

☾ azalaïs ☽

⬩ none ⬩

▻ qamar (x azalaïs) ◅


She misunderstands him, twice, but he is accustomed to others not trying to see past the apparancy of his words. Aphasia, though not so great that he could not communicate - simply having to speak in a sidelong way. Words that were similar in meaning or concept crisscrossing on his lips and usually leading to similar misunderstandings. The first especially - ‘my day is yours’ versus ‘good day to you’. The second, well anyone would struggle to get ‘are you well’ when his eyes had so obviously been caught by her -- she believed he inquired after the pregnancy his eyes likely [to her] implied.

Her sharp ‘No’ made his head drop, his age far past his need to clack his teeth at her but him feeling it regardless that he was about to be married and having to protect someone himself. His ears to the side his eyes are sorry, but her course-corrected ‘No’ did soothe his posture a little. "Mistake-- Mistake.." He says this twice as his face scrunches, her explanation about not carrying a new baby making him embarrassed that she would think him so bold as to pry into his liege and lady’s privacy in that way. "Mistake -- M-Mira, Health? Up Health?" He scrambles for words - but she has given him something even more striking to think about suddenly.

Her smile is soft and her voice is gentler now as she brings up his own possibility of children. He beams, absolutely ripped from the embarrassment of before and into the delirious joy of that being even remotely possible with his Azalaïs, his ‘Mirror’. He nods emphatically, his mane tossed wildly without any wind at all to explain it. His eyes gleam. "Mirror… gem…. Shines. M…." He groans, finding it so hard with so much excitement to precisely pick his words - closing his eyes and flexing his lips as he tries to form the precise word he wanted. "B--bb-- Beautiful.." His eyes open and he slaps his tail in apparent eagerness.

"M---Mira eye Mirror near!" She would see for herself soon, he says, his future wife. "So… beautiful."


OF SALEM’S EASTERN DUNES

▻ five years - arabian - black with crescent moon and star and snip - 15.2 hh ◅



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