[an TAH rez]
✬ sayyida ✬
▻ jyeshtha ♀ (x indira), aminah ♀ | nashira ♀ | niyat ♀ ◅
Nashira was almost done her training amongst the Amazons and he could not help but feel the anxiety. Too many pieces of his heart were scattered, lost to the winds and leaving him feel that his purpose was almost at an end. Escape had been the only thing he had managed. Escape and settling down. He was married, but he had horribly ruined that. He was a father, but it was not what he had thought. Things were bleak compared to that young stallion he had been once had thought the future had promised.
Even though his carriage is naturally proud, there is a deflatedness that does not match his posture flooding his expression. He is proud, but he is not confident any longer. He will be relieved, he thinks, when Nashira comes to her majority. She will marry her beloved golden stallion, she will bring what she has learned from the Amazonian Mares, and he will fade from the world like failures are meant to. He stands in pink and scarlet, washed in the silver light of a healthy sized moon.
The night is cold, he thinks, but perhaps it is only his melancholy making him shudder from the inside out.
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OF SALEM’S EASTERN DUNES
▻ stallion - arabian - mulberry gray with bloodmarks - 15.2 hh ◅