[al DEH bur rahn]
✮ Caria, Guinevere ✮
▻ Ain (x Caria), Falak (x Guinevere) ◅
He was unapologetic - he was running away.
Ain was a lovely child, sober like her mother, but Shahin? His niece was positively a handful and he had never contemplated when there’d be mini-hims running all about, that this was likely… and what was more - it wasn’t even his own kid that was driving them all bonkers. It was Atair’s lastborn.
He supposed they all should have seen it coming - Atair was wound tighter than a shell spiral, or else he’d have maybe been a match for Aldebaran’s unruliness. It was already clear in the young Edasich, even, that they were lucky for Atair’s new renowned restraint as taught by Eness.
When he spots Quitaque, he doesn’t notice the foal at first and whistle’s a stallion’s sort of call - but it cuts short in almost a squeal when he noticed the resting child. He knew well enough with Ain and Caria and Falak and Guinevere - you do not wake children. Not if you want a friend in its mother. "Hello, there, stranger." He had known there was an open invitation to locals to use the Main Oasis, but he hadn’t known remnants of the near-non-existent Frey would have lingered.
"I am Aldebaran, from the Sadim in the East. Are you and the child doing well out here?"
OF SALEM’S EASTERN DUNES
▻ eight years - arabian - sooty bay rabicano - 15.2 hh ◅