theres an old man sitting on a throne thats saying...
Amet was the only thing in her mind. Retracing the conversations, the arguments. Trying to see if she could reach some conclusion as to where her brother had disappeared to that night.
That, and why on earth he had left her and Sakir with Him.
Why he had left the twins without his protection.
She had pieced together, from bedtime stories that he had told her, from things that he had shouted at her in the heat of the moment, from hints he had been dropping that he had likely traveled to Beqanna, a far off (and more importantly safe) land whose existence was unknown to most of those residing in the Dunes. Based off of these conclusions, she had decided that she would try and find this new land, and so she, like him, set off in the middle of the night. Alone.
Her walking was labored as she marched on; her small body smarting from the bruising on her ribs and the somewhat fresh gash running across her neck, both still only a few months old. The contrast she felt between her mind and body was palpable; one was running a mile a minute and the other was broken down and felt as though it would collapse if she was asked to take another step. Finally, those labored steps had carried her to a large clearing, a clearing in which tall grasses danced on the winter wind, resembling puppets on a stage. Weary amber eyes scanned the Meadow, searching for any sign of the slim frame of her brother that had haunted her memory for months.
She waded through the tall grasses that tickled her shoulders and neck, stumbling over rocks she could not see. The gusts of frosty winter air wracked her body with shivers and threatened to blow her over. She was ready to give up. She had fought long enough, searched hard enough. She was hungry and cold and exhausted. But what did she have to go back to? He would surely kill her, and Sakir, if she returned. Tears stung her eyes and she could feel her heart shrinking in her chest until it felt hollow.
And then a twig snapped. The simple sound carried on the wind and was the sweetest thing Iset had heard in a very long time. She raised her head carefully, unsure if her neck would support the weight. She finally saw him; Amet stood alone, looking smaller and more forlorn than she’d ever seen him. She raised her head higher than she knew she could, and with a vitality she thought was gone forever, she took her first steps forward. Her thin legs quivered from a combination of nerves and exhaustion as she limped towards her brother with as much pride as she could manage.
...I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut
OOC: Sorry! I know it's pretty crappy; I'm really rusty. They should start to get better
