The Lost Islands
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the crescent moon;



Al Hilal


[ ahl HEE lahl ]

☾ azalaïs ☽

⬩ none ⬩

qamar (x azalaïs) ◅


He has kept to himself, for the most part, and waited for Azalais to cease treating him as a horrible reminder of their lost son. It was appallingly familiar, this separation. The motions were followed, the bond not entirely broken, but he felt like their link was in tatters. It wounded him, this lack of togetherness. The Sadim had truly fallen on the worst of dire straits and he was loathe to linger in thoughts too long. How he wanted to scream to the sky, bellow it out like Atik and Atair had done before their departure…

But the call he hears overrides the call in his heart and his ears perk atop his black head. His cousin! He is in motion almost so soon as to leave an afterimage atop the dune he had been thinking on. He races across the expanse - hooves churning sand into the already laden breeze. The summer was excruciating this year, far less reprieve than in years prior - and he is glad that he hadn’t had far to go to come up on her brilliant bright-bay figure. Her striking blue eyes are moist with tears - but he will not do her the dishonor of remarking on them.

It had been hard for him to change his address to her, but he’d practiced well enough that he’d only stumbled one syllable. "Pr-- LUCKY!" He exclaims, almost lunging into a playful embrace until he heard the approach of what could have only been Helios - the actual leader she sought.


OF SALEM’S EASTERN DUNES

▻ stallion - arabian - black with crescent moon and star and snip - 15.2 hh ◅



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