[an TAH rez]
✬ sayyida ✬
▻ jyeshtha ♀ (x indira), aminah ♀ | nashira ♀ | niyat ♀ ◅
He had finally had word from his daughter. Apparently his reign would be the last to be one of non-interference, a message sent home during her training of terrible abductions and captivity promoted by those in the Lagoon and the need for manpower in order to free them from their unwelcome bonds.
He sits, mulling over that and looking out across a very quiet desert towards the subherd lands that he’d bequeathed to others who also seemed ill-amused with the world of interfering and endangering family over petty squabbles. Lucien and Martyr had not exploded in success as he had hoped for their sake, but they were not troublemakers, at least.
He looks, as he often did, towards where his heart and soul quietly rested and sighed to himself. Love had always been fleeting, powerful at first, then fragile again. He wondered if he wasn’t entirely to blame for his own loneliness. If it wasn’t time to simply step back and give his daughter the rights to do whatever she deemed the Dunes fit for-- no. Nashira was still too young, still needed her parents - for all that she had endured of them since her youth had been a flimsy protection at best. Even from himself.
He, for the first time in a long while, goes to his knees and rolls until his haunches also hit the night-cooled sands of the Dune beneath him.
OF SALEM’S EASTERN DUNES
▻ eleven years - arabian - mulberry gray with bloodmarks - 15.2 hh ◅