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the very air about this place was shocking to zahra. everyone seemed to be moving so quick it made her head spin, always somewhere to be, always somewhere to go, always somewhere to see. she thought living that way must be exhausting, perhaps she was lucky in her ability to pave her own way, at her own pace. still, it was interesting to bear witness to. when the opportunity came to experience the reach, zahra hoped her father would agree she could travel with his household. she was not beholden to him as she once was, but they managed to still have a relatively good relationship, so she thought.

the raven-haired woman wondered about the gardens now, footsteps as if to the beat of music that played only in her mind - one, two, three, repeat. she seemed to glide, almost, as she simply took in her own existence between the shrubbery, closing her eyes and inhaling the sweet scent of flowers, far too much for her senses, but pretty nonetheless. eyes opened when her ears filled with the sound of a woman's voice, harsh and firm. zahra did not make her presence obvious, but she kept close enough to, well, there wasn't much she could do, but she wondered if she could help if necessary. witnessing more of the interaction, however, a brow rose. it seemed the man was simply trying to....speak to her? offer to accompany her? she was not all too familiar with other customs, but the language of wooing another was universal, she thought. all too soon, she acted as if she had just walked in their direction as the man brushed past her.

"are these your sons?" she questioned, keeping a distance enough to not ire the woman, as she had just witnessed, but curiosity getting the better of her to not speak up. "they're quite lucky to have a strong mother, so i overheard. was that man offending you?"

open starter / gardens at highgarden

since arriving at highgarden, willow had taken to wandering around the gardens. she never ventured too far into them but she liked following the cobbled paths close to the keep. hugo and sam were outside as well, sitting under a tree while reading their books, and she was keeping an eye on them. she preferred to know where her sons were at all times. it was control fuelled by a deep fear of losing them. in some strange way, willow believed if she knew where they were or had eyes on them, nothing terrible could happen to them. no one could hurt them. not without being assaulted by a maddened mother at least. suddenly her line of sight was blocked by a dark-haired man coming up to greet her. a knight. willow was pleasant enough in her greeting, she sent him a tight-lipped smile and made a remark about the weather, fully expecting he would move on. but then he offered her his arm to walk with her around the garden and suddenly every second he spent in her presence annoyed her.

willow blackwood was many things ― but patient was not one of them. the knight, whose name she had not bothered to ask because she did not care, was blocking her path and her way to her sons. she had lived the last thirteen years in mourning, she rarely wore anything but black, all for the purpose of avoiding situations like this. she wanted the world to see a heartbroken widow, a woman still living in the past and refusing to move on. she had strived to get rid of any suitor that had presented himself throughout the years. and in all those years willow had learned an important lesson. the faster you got rid of them, the less likely they were to stick around like bothersome flies on a warm summer day. "i am quite capable of walking on my own, ser, as you can see i have two perfectly good legs." her tone was as icy as the look on her face. "might i suggest you offer to parade another around the garden instead? ser garland perhaps?" he reacted with indignation, as they always did, and then they waited around to see shame in her eyes, but they were always left disappointed as willow simply stared them down. she felt no shame, no regret, she felt nothing but anger at him getting in her way. her anger was easy to provoke, it was always there bubbling away in her chest, eager to be unleashed. the knight left with a huff while muttering about rude ladies. she ignored him and instead her eyes immediately went to the tree her sons sat under. they were still sitting in the shade reading their books and she let out a sigh of relief.

Cheppake Cheppake

  Mahasamudram (2021)

♛ → DORNE present(s) ZAHRA SAND, the BASTARD of SALT SHORE. when the dragons danced in the sky they DID NOT CARE WHO would still fly, but in the blink of an eye, they would all die. the TWENTY-NINE year old CISFEMALE who was BOLD & GOOD-NATURED before they saw the first of the flames, is now NAIVE & RESTLESS after seeing the last. they’re often associated with the sound of bangles melodically shifting with her steps, a light sea breeze through dark tresses, a beaming smile that radiates like the stars. ( aditi rao hydari. )

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