[an TAH rez]
✬ sayyida ✬
▻ jyeshtha ♀ (x indira), aminah ♀ | nashira ♀ | niyat ♀ ◅
He had become wary. Wary of when Sayyida was so quiet to him. Wary when the world wanted to move on and he did not want to move past the woman he loved. She had told him that she felt left out - and he had thought giving her authority to match his would be enough… but he is wondering if perhaps he should not have sat too long in his own mind, taken too big a leap in his hopes for the Dunes.
His ideas since his upbringing have been often too radical, often inciting of rage or dismissal. He had never properly learned, however, as a future king, to stifle his will or stomp out his enthusiasm for new ways to work within a system and create a family amongst those who would follow him.
Nashira was off now with Sakhmet - and he thinks Sayyida may have followed to keep an eye on her or maybe grew angry enough at him to deny him her closeness for another slight given her. It would have been fair. His enthusiasm often erased his caution… he would have earned it with all the many changes he made the moment it was clear the faux usurper of Nyimara’s title was gone for good.
He had surged forward like a horse to his well fitted harness, thinking of course that Sayyida would speak against him or drive forward beside him openly.
Tormented by fears about her worth, he never knew quite how to manage the world so that she felt as ingrained in it as he did. He felt so a part of his goals and now he wondered if he shouldn’t have gone to her in the quiet and asked first permission for those things he had envisioned of the new Dunes.
She had said she wanted to be his partner, had she perhaps wanted to also be partner in war? In the challenges and shouldering of patrols? He felt his heart clench at the thought, but he thinks he wouldn’t have denied her… even now he would not deprive her of it. She could train with Nashira, unafraid that Atair or Sakhmet were somehow coddling her or going easy on her…
He wonders if he should ask her, standing out on a dune and feeling the absence of the second daughter almost as violently as the first [at least of Sayyida]. But instead of calling her, he sighs, glancing behind and over his shoulder to the double oasis with a bit of hesitation.
OF SALEM’S EASTERN DUNES
▻ eleven years - arabian - mulberry gray with bloodmarks - 15.2 hh ◅