“Of course,” the mare replied silkily, with an unseen wrinkle of her nostrils as she inclined her head agreeably, pleased as her golden not-twin mirrored her precisely. Of course, it was the least they could do to repay the red-gold stallion’s generosity; of course, they would do their best to make warning should they catch a glimpse of a slim, dish-faced creature lurking amongst the dunes; of course, they would bide their time until the timing was absolutely perfect.

Of course.

Lifting their angular faces in tandem, they bore matching, genteel smiles of good humour as they once more locked their dark, sparkling eyes on their most gracious host. A breath of silence passed before the golden woman spoke once more, “We have forgotten our manners with all of this talk, özür dilerim. I am called Sekhet, my mate, Sutekh. We are most pleased to make your acquaintance, kardeş.” She trailed momentarily, allowing his response, before she flourished another silken smile toward the golden bay.

“Tell us, as we have clearly missed much in our travels, how did you come to these sands?” Her companion stood silent against her, the creamier gold of his hide shimmering as he slung his weight into his hips and rested his barrel against hers. She was the diplomat, the voice of their arrangement, while he... he did what was required. So he stood, he watched, and he waited.

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sekhet & sutekh
mare. akhal-teke. buckskin. fifteen-three. seven.
stallion. akhal-teke. buckskin. sixteen-zero. six.
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