Gabbar seems proud of his home, proud of the admiring reaction that is provokes in Sekhmet – and why shouldn’t he be? It was a beautiful land, and no other stallion had found himself strong enough to take it away from Gabbar. Pride gives a horse strength both inside and out, and Sekhmet was no stranger to the feeling.

Almost reluctantly she tore her gaze away from the beauty of the rolling sands and turned her dark eyes back to her companion instead. It surprised her somewhat to hear just how long he had been living on these islands. A year was a long time, but not long enough to forget his foreign customs, it seemed.

At his question she traced her memory back to her arrival on the islands, and found that she had not realised just how much time had flown since then. Her meeting with Vaaco seemed like it could have been an eternity ago. Perhaps a year was not such a long time after all, now that she thought about it.

“Only a few months,” she replied, forcing her attention back to the conversation at hand. “I used to live in a place much like this, believe it or not.”

The corner of her mouth twisted upwards at the memory.

sekhmet
fly without wings and conquer without sword