Common

He did not come here to look for himself, too engrossed in his First Wife in her Golden Year to think of anyone beyond her fine self. She had been so giving, so gracious, and so… well, capable, that he didn’t think twice that she might be due the Right with or without her stating the words aloud to him. He had fed her body thoroughly and it prospered now, fill to overflowing with new life as Isis stole the flames of Qetesh and the goddess of lust cleaved to the goddess of motherhood and spousal pleasantries.

But that did not mean that the herd needed no people, that his brothers had been fully married and supplied with wives to make them happy and to give them sons. That did not mean that the herd would not need more than Ayyüce, Corona, Shahrazad, and Zazu to add to their number. The plight of Sakhmet alone meant he might see them leaner by one before too long, having heard that his First Wife had acted as his brothers’ Voice of Wosret in the night prior.

All in all, the world was coming to a fruitful place if he could only maintain their number, grow their following, improve the diversity (under the condition that they be bred of the desert breeds). He had almost thought himself unlikely to find any such addition to their number when he found himself a young mare, barely more than a filly, lying in the sands as he strode up from the sea and walked along the shore a while.

She is beautiful, in a youngling sort of way - entirely capable of blossoming and finding enough spirit to forget whatever moment had brought her so low. His dark red mane falls like a veil over the curvature of his handsome face as he lowered his head to her. "It is not safe for you here, little beauty. There are those who covet us of desert blood and would find you most delightful in their troves." He huffed a hot breath across her, seeking any small exchange she might offer in return.

He brings his lily-colored hide into her view for better acquaintance, raking a light touch of his teeth to encourage her to her feet. "If you do not find purpose in the Life that Nu left in your body when he took you to our shores, I will promise you to find one on your behalf." He does not waste time because he does not trust those with idle hands and ample greed. "Only tell me that you will come and I will bring you to others of our kind who will love and care for you."