Nashira
[nah SHEER ah]
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It was strange to return here, to be back where the sands shifted and the sun beamed down bright and harsh on her back. She had missed it, the arid air that gave no relief. It was an entirely different kind of harsh than what the Peak offered. Her face is pained by this return, this bridging of her past and future, but she doesn’t allow the wetness of her tears to slide down her cheeks. She came as an ambassador, not as herself, and she would not do her sisters the disservice of appearing anything but strong.
She does not come by way of shore, so instead she angles herself along the no-mans-lands to be near the main oasis but not at it when she arrives to call out to Helios and Al Hilal - two who would have one time been her subjects if not for her heart shifting like the drifting sand did from dune to dune.
She came to offer the same deal as she had been given by Ysabel - to allow the daughters and Princesses of the Dunes to come and train amongst the women of the Peak. To learn to defend themselves from attacks and unwanted attention. To learn to debate and delegate. To learn to expand their minds and hearts. Or even to find themselves in love with the climes and reaches of the Peak as she herself had done. Al Hilal, he knew, held the guardianship of several Sadim daughters - and she had no doubt Helios would come to, in time, have daughters from her own fullblood sister.
She whinnies a friendly, passive, call and waits..
DESERT PRINCESS OF THE PEAK
▻ mare - arabian - bay sabino - 15.1 hh - antares x sayyida ◅