[al DEH bur rahn]
✮ Caria, Guinevere ✮
▻_ (x Caria), _ (x Guinevere) ◅
He had come to collect a couple young mares who took the emptiness of his Oasis to meaning peace and healing. Ayyuce was once Sayyida’s own handmaiden back in Mahgrib, Caria was the daughter of his brothers one-time betrothed with the guardian she had been brought by. The two of them had had enough pain and hardship and his freedom of spirit usually spoke to those kinds best - but this face that approaches him now does not have the same kind of burning innards tension that his other two ladies had.
He offers her his greeting and hers is returned to him, warm smile accompanying it enough for him to recognize her beauty and to lead to a small smile of his own. He was not a brute but it was not hard to show appreciation of beauty without being slavering or slimy about it.
Her staring makes the small smile grow just a little, the youngblood mentality rising in him enough for him to find amusement and confidence in the way she responds to only the sight and barest sound of him. Boldly, though her eyes and posture belie some shyness, she plucks a dried desert grass from his wildly tousled mane. "Perhaps I can be of some assistance to you?" He raises a brow at that, not necessarily shocked but exposing a little intrigue at the forwardness she’d shown him.
"Is it quite that level of unbecoming? I didn’t think I had gotten quite so much mess tied up in there." He, of course, could feel that he was not as stately as his brothers kept themselves with their wives to help them… but Caria had been only recently in his eye to court and that meant no wives yet could provide that sort of care. "A lady should not associate too closely with men - much less clean them - if they want to find a husband later. We may be advancing in view - but it seems intimate, offering to tidy the body of someone that has neither claimed nor been claimed by you..."
There is no judgment in his tone or his words, merely an open carefulness for her social appearance and moral upkeep. He had been burned by his time with the Queen and now seemed more attentive to the words and thoughts of those who would judge. Underneath that, though, there remained the same intrigue - the same curious amusement of a man being offered intimacy by a beautiful woman.
OF SALEM’S EASTERN DUNES
▻ eight years - arabian - sooty bay rabicano - 15.2 hh ◅