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The morning had been eventful to say the least, and she- without a moment's reprieve. So many noblemen and women from all over Essyrn, and even Adela, came to attend and pay their respects to the youthful and powerful Shah. But she was growing antsy, feeling a bit too overwhelmed being so directly in the lime light with her 'people' and soon requested a moment alone. She even wanted nothing to do with her slave, Malika whom she kept fervently at her side during any such events, especially ones like this. But she just needed to be
out of this, and before her guard or anyone else could stop her, she barked the final order before strolling on up the sea all by herself. The beach had finally vacated, many of the spectators having retired to lunch or were resting for their afternoon naps. She just couldnt' rest, and as gritty sands made their way nto her sandal, she paused a moment to angrily untie them, which required quite a long time and effort since they laced all the way up her legs, and by the time she was finally free of them, she released a breath of frustration, and also of elation as she gathered up her shoes and tossed them aside, and finally,
finally both of her bare feet could now rest and squish into the soft, silky sands of the beach front, as the gentle frothy of shallow waves rippled up to lap at her toes.
The sea... oh how powerless she felt to be against the sea, and as the constant winds rushed past her, she paused a moment to adjust her head piece, wishing she hadn't needed the crown in hopes for a swim. But that wouldn't do. This was not the time for this. She was to remain 'perched' in waiting for whomever brought her a trophy crocodile for her to oo and awww at. So far, no one had returned yet, and she hadn't realized how dreadfully stressful waiting could be until an event like today had happened. It soured her mood considerably, for she had been positively beaming before. Yes, this moment of reprieve to collect herself was all she needed- if even for just a brief kiss of a moment.
And oh how mercilessly hot it was as she closed her eyes for a moment, a hand coming through her hair, which unfortunately came free, and the winds took the black locks and carried them, letting them paint across the air like dancing scribbles of ink.