Meadow

She speaks in the common tongue of their People and he smiles broad and openly, delighted by her response. “Iinaa kunat! 'Iikhwani althlatht wa'anaa. ” He smiles, glad of her good humor and nature - glad of finding her at all in a world so bereft of The People. “ʾAnaā ismiī ʿAntares, sumiyat baed alnajm.” She flows easily into the common tongue of these lands and he follows with no struggle. Like Rigel, he had a talent for languages and picked up on them fast enough that he’d been fluent by the time all four had reached the shores of the Dunes.

"My sadiq, she is-" she starts, but he has already caught wind and sound and sight of the one she references. He looks for all the world like the raging mare coming barreling towards him was his oldest of friends, her spat venom seeming to roll off his hide as no different than rain. She bore Sekhmet’s own crown. Of course she was wild with Desert Fire and War in her veins. This did not surprise him - but the look in his eyes were nigh reverent, hardly the overt flirt that Eness had witnessed first. “Peace, crowned Sister! Sekhmet’s own Blessing to you!” His voice holds no fear or entreaty but utter elation - strange as it may seem.

"Sakhmet," the female he had originally addressed interrupts her friend and his greeting, his eyes widening with a bit of shock. "He means no harm, I believe. Dangerously charming but he didn’t do anything to me." He smiles, a broad thing that is only broadened further by the overt behavior shared between the mares themselves. “You are twice blessed to share the mark and name of such a powerful Goddess. You must have been set on a glorious path or have great purpose! No, I do not intend either of you harm, though I accept the wonderfully polite compliment.”

His eyes are drawn away from the blocked mare and back to the Bloodmark that crowned her Sekhmet’s own. “'Iin ealamatk satajealuk tabajul fi baladi.” He bows his head, though his eye on her is careful with respect to what her name and her mark would have meant to him. “So, you are Sahkmet, what about you? A name as reverenced as your sadiq’s?”