‐`, 𝐀𝐙𝐇𝐀 .་༘࿐

/          praying  to  god  i  don't  lose  all  muse  in  the  span  of  two  days

━━━【  @crownsprice  】     ،،       ‘  forgive  me  for  assuming  you  would  care  about  affairs  concerning  your  nation.      our  scouts  have  discovered  a  herd  of  afarit  travelling  towards  your  borders,      and  unless  you  have  soldiers  trained  to  handle  those  creatures  and  live  to  tell  the  tale,      your  defences  will  only  hold  for  so  long.  ’

,,      LITERALLY BEGGING !!! TENSE MAYBE

,,    OH MY GOD HIII LITERALLY ANYTHING PLS !!

/ㅤㅤwink wonk bink bonk.  pretty please gimmie some suspicious.

━━━【  @EXILEDREIGN  】     ،،       ‘  " funny "  is  not  the  word  i  would  use  in  this  situation.      this  matter  is  no  mere  jest.  ’

/    BEGGING !!!

━━━【  secondnames  】     ،،       HER  FINGERS  TRACE  THE  MARKINGS,      ancient  words,      ancient  coffins  buried  in  her  memory.      ‘  it  is  in  one  of  najmeine's  dialects,  ’      she  starts  to  say,      watching  light  bounce  off  the  steel.      ‘  binte  alyıldızlar,      kader  darbīkin  yapanūr.      daughter  of  the  sun,      may  the  fates  light  your  path.  ’
                      azha  lowers  the  yatagan  to  her  desk.      ‘  when  the  troubles  of  the  crown  didn't  burden  my  father,      when  his  nights  weren't  so  turbulent,      he  would  let  me  sit  at  his  knee  and  tell  me  and  my  brother  ancient  tales  of  the  sultanate,      stories  of  his  life.      he  would  tell  us  what  lessons  he  learnt,      and  then  he  would  always  say;      ibnīm,      kader  darbekum  yapanūr.      daughter,      son,      may  the  fates  light  your  path.  ’
                      A  SIGH  HEAVES  OUT  OF  HER,      leaves  her  chest  throbbing  with  something  oh  so  bittersweet.      ‘  i  wish  he  lived  long  enough  to  meet  you,      kalbīm,  ’      she  murmurs  softly,      brushing  her  thumb  over  dany's  cheek.      ‘  i  wish  i  could  take  you  to  najmeine,  ’      she  says,      voice  so  quiet  it  is  barely  over  a  whisper.      I  WISH  MIRAH  COULD  SEE  YOU.

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                 dany listens to her mother recall the origin of the weapon, lifting herself to sit on the edge of her mother's desk. she watches as the older woman holds the weapon in her grasp, smiling when she mentions the man. 
                 " of course obero would have known, " she jokes, lifting her eyebrows. " it's so beautiful. what do the markings mean? " she asks, leaning over to look at them once more. she was getting better at speaking her mother's native tongue, but she is almost sure these were words she had never seen before.

━━━【  @secondnames  】     ،،       AZHA  WATCHES  DANY'S  FACE  LIGHT  UP,      and  her  smile  only  widens.      she  steps  closer,      nods  her  head.      ‘  it  is.  ’
                      her  gaze  locks  onto  the  blade,      and  something  bittersweet  pools  in  the  bronze  of  her  eyes.      ‘  back  home,      women  were  not  allowed  to  fight.     but  i  had  pestered  my  brother  time  and  time  again  until  he  agreed  to  teach  me  how  to  wield  a  blade.      this,  ’     she  nods  towards  the  weapon,      ‘  was  my  first  yatagan.  ’
                      NOSTALGIA  LINGERS  IN  THE  CURVE  OF  HER  LIPS.      those  days  felt  like  a  lifetime  ago.      ‘  when  i  left  the  sultanate,      i  took  it  with  me.      before  i  left  izāj—the  old  continent,      they  used  to  call  it,      where  all  five  sultanates  are  located—i  stayed  with  an  old  family  friend.      she  realised  i  had  my  blade  with  me  and  advised  me  to  leave  it  behind;      it  was  too  remarkable  not  to  be  noticed.  ’
                      azha  draws  a  breath,      her  gaze  someplace  distant,      as  if  she  were  back  again  in  that  faraway  realm.      ‘  it  was  excruciatingly  difficult  to  leave  as  is,      but  abandoning  my  yatagan  was  even  more  so.      i  eventually  relented,      believing  it  would  be  the  last  time  i  would  feel  its  weight  in  my  hand.  ’
                      she  gently  takes  the  weapon  in  her  hands,      as  if  requiring  the  reassurance.      ‘  i  had  spoken  to  obero  about  it  before.      i  thought  nothing  of  it,      really,      when  he  asked  me  of  the  woman's  name—after  all,      last  i  heard  she  left  the  continent  altogether  after  her  husband  passed  away.      but  only  a  fortnight  later  the  ko  told  me  he  had  found  her.      she  still  had  the  yatagan.   ’

〃    i'm so late, but stressed, pls !!

/        TENSE !!

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