Eness
..mare..five..arabian..black rabicano..15.1 hh..
Small rounded ears swivel towards him at his words, excitement in her dark gaze when listening to the words of her people leave his mouth. “hal nasha'at fi alramal?”, Eness eagerly questions in her own tongue of words, her legs bringing her closer in his direction yet as she does so she remembers how terrible of a temper Sakh had and stops where she stands with legs crossing over the over as if afraid to move anywhere else. She was interested, but favored keeping everyone happy. There is a laugh that leaves her at this marked one’s examination of her endearing tone before, and she gives a firm shake of her head, black locks of hair falling into her big expression filled eyes.
“My sadiq,” she tries to explain, because it wasn’t completely a simple thing to try to tell someone else about the beast of a woman who was her shadow, “She is-.” No sooner than Eness had spoken again did the sudden quiet world explode into chaos, fast approaching hooves startling the black mare until she notices it is her paler counterpart charging at the stallion with a sharp tongue. She physically winces at the sound leaving Sakhmet’s mouth, the word she throws at the male neither kind nor helpful.
“Sakhmet,” Eness attempts to appease her fury, sliding her black frame along her grey coated one, running her nose up till it can press into the junction where Sakhmet’s neck joins with her shoulder. “He means no harm, I believe. Dangerously charming but he didn’t do anything to me,” she attempts to explain, peering over Sakhmet’s back at the stallion; possibly the closest she’ll ever get to the male now.
hal nasha'at fi alramal- you grew up in the sands?
sadiq- friend
she walks in beauty, like the night
of cloudless climes and starry skies;