Meadow

The words that leave Antares are unusual, so unlike the other words she’s heard her Sakhmet to be called, some of which she didn’t know the full translation of but the other mare was always adamant that it was better off not to be learned. Hurtful words they must have been then, Eness concludes to herself, yet Antares seemed most excited to discover her blood marked companion. Was her friend really such a treasure here? Before she can give Antares her name another stallion has joined the trio, his ebony frame almost a mirror image of her own if not for the constellation of stars adorning his back and neck; now he was a treasure to be graced with the mirror image of a night sky. Her interest is peaked, ears curiously leaning towards the brothers exchange.

Sakhmet, however, only seemed to grow more agitated with every word that is spoken despite Eness and her comforting touch. She was certainly a spitfire, but also a great protector. For a moment Eness’s dark gaze connects with that of the darker brother overtop Sakhmet’s back before he breaks the second long connection to look to Sakh, and so she is left to play his words back in her head. There was a lot to take in really and while she should have focused on other things Eness couldn’t help but wonder if she really was a fragile little thing. Was this why her friend always patiently guarded her?

While she longs to go with the men, to feel the sand under her hooves and the heat on her back once more, Eness still had to appease Sakhmet; the mare lashing at the men with her harsh tongue and brutal glare. “salam eaziztiun,” she whispers, pulling back from her post to whisper in Sakh’s ear, sliding her body around till she was then between her friend and the curious pair of brothers. She aims to keep Sakhmet back, using her hip to press into her pale chest; a meager attempt but Eness had things to say too.

“la 'aetaqid 'anah yumkinuk kasr li bshwl”, dark eyes look out from under her lashes to the galaxy blessed male, a bit of teasing that shows she is not put off by his stoic demeanor before looking to Antares and answering his earlier question before they’d been interrupted, “I am Eness; they say it means queen of beauty or something along those lines.”

A tilt of her small curious face, eyes and heart filled with so much expression it was hard to decide where to start. “We come from sands that are not too nice, cruel to oddities that can not be explained, “ Eness does not name her Sakhmet outright but the men would surely get the gist of it, “ we have only had each other up till now, so please excuse the anger that has been displaced here on this morning. Tell me of your sands blessed ones, tell us your stories so that we,” mostly Sakhmet, “can trust we are in capable hands. My dear one will not give so easily to males who have done nothing but wrong us in the past and while I believe your words it is sadly not enough. I’d give anything to feel the sand under me again, to feel the heat of Ra on my back again, but not without my Sakhmet.”

Had Sakhmet tried to intervene Eness would be quick to shush her and croon to her words long forgotten by their kind that only they knew in their hearts. Her dear one was hurt, not only by the male offering to assist but by their daunting past that threatened to swallow them both up, for you could not take one without damaging the other.


salam eaziztiun- peace my dear
la 'aetaqid 'anah yumkinuk kasr li bshwl- I don’t think you can break me easily