⬩ helios ⬩
▻ none (x none) ◅
He calls her out of her reverie and she looks from whence the sound had come with a small bit of curiosity and a sigh of resignation. Perhaps she had thought too soon of her freedom to roam. He summons his crown and she goes where she is bidden. She is not like Nashira, forward and blunt, but soft enough to be malleable. Any princess worth her salt should feel confident to stand her ground, make him come to her… but Niyat had always been a bit more sensible.
Antares had left her, the living crown, to Helios… not to herself. A king could call to him anyone that he wished - and besides the fact he did not run the Sadim, but the Dunes, he was still ruler of the herdland. No religious or faith value, but power value nonetheless.
Her tail lifts, bannering her tail behind her, as she trots up the slope of the dune on a diagonal. She crests it and can easily see where she must go, her hooves starting her into an elongated trot that makes her seem to float rather than trot at all. She makes it to him like this easily, his figure stark against the dunes not because of his color [which matched quite well] but because he was a thing NOT of wind or sand.
"You called to me, Husband?"
PRINCESS OF THE DUNES
▻ mare - arabian - bay sabino, flaxen carrier - 15.0 hh - antares x sayyida ◅