[ ahl HEE lahl ]
☾ azalaïs ☽
⬩ none ⬩
▻ qamar (x azalaïs) ◅
She flattens her ears at him as he addresses her from atop the dune, red head sticking out like some kind of growth from the foreigner’s chest. It is all he can do not to laugh at the image and the utter disarray she had caused in this stranger. "You not Luckystar," his mind’s name for Nashira, who was named for the luckiest star in the sky. "He’s tumbleweed." A stranger rolling through. "Let be." His broken speech is hard to manage but he wants to get the filly away from the nigh crazed stallion before she gets trampled.
"HE RUNS LIKE ME!" She shouts in defiance, the black stallion stamped by the crescent moon rolling his eyes as he closes them and snorts. "He is saving me from the big cat!" His head snaps up, but what he catches isn’t wind of a cat-- it is the scent of Sakhmet intermingled with something ‘other’ coming from where the two others stood.
"No cat." He says, though now his eyes fix onto those of the stallion with consideration. "Tumbleweed playing." He says, reassuring the filly. "Call?" But Shahin, used to Al Hilal’s way of speaking, whispers to Regret -- "He speaks special. He needs your name to try and call you by something." The filly twists her head to look up at the stallion stationed over her by her own movements.
OF SALEM’S EASTERN DUNES
▻ stallion - arabian - black with crescent moon and star and snip - 15.2 hh ◅