Even as Antares finds himself dry at last, Atair glitters with the salt on the black of his hide. He had been the brother least enthused by the island nature of their home - for all that the ocean was a formidable wall against trespassers - so Antares tries to be less annoyed by the, well, salty commentary on his equals. Between the teasing, the discomfort of the womenfolk, and the sea water - he was likely to itch at the slightest provocation.

As it was, it took almost no time for Antares to call his Wife, greatest in his heart, to come and meet the new members of their family. Certainly it would have been nice to have betrothed them already, but until then - well, Sayyida could use the companionship in a few Ladies-in-Waiting. There might yet be hope for Atair, but until he could have his heart chiseled from the obsidian it hid behind, there was nothing to be done.

He sees her coming, Atair having likely noted her coming as soon as she had decided it, and he is so keen on her that he does not see the bay and sabino brothers coming from alternative locations. His eyes are all for her, as was only proper for a First Wife’s first season, or any season that she claimed the Rite of Neith as his Mira. The starry brother looks decidedly away as she arrives, not comfortable with seeing Antares in this new status as Husband as much as the sabino or bay brothers.

Rigel approaches first, for all that Aldebaran was the faster, “Ah, guests?” He asks after first lowering his head deeply to the First Wife and Husband. His eyes are averted swiftly, the soreness in his shoulder having come from his distressing Sayyida and Antares taking offense to the need of his Wife sending to a land not one he had ties to in order to seek a better friend. This had been his reason for going to find new women for their home at all. Sayyida having someone closer in whom she might confide.

Antares, for himself, takes to her instant look of jealousy with patience and affection. Atair might have corrected her in her ear, but Antares is not so caught up his station or his rights. He understands, through Rigel’s folly, what her troubles are. It was only too well that Rigel was useful in knowledge… it was a question of whether to let him teach her any more with his obvious bias towards Mahgrib as was put in him with his experiences there.

Her voice and endearment masks her pinch enough that it does engage Antares’ reply. “Ladies-in-Waiting, my love. They are for you, not for me. Not to fear,” and then quieter in her ear, “and don’t look now, but I think Atair has at least the ones favor in mind, for all that he skirts looking at her.” But without much pause, Sayyida takes it upon herself to welcome them with a tease meant to mark Atair’s distancing attempts.

“If they want something pretty to the eye, they can look at Rigel, sister.” He is prickly but he does not have long to be the focus as a whirlwind of sand is kicked up and spat all over their legs with the bay brother skidding to a stop. “Ladies! I hope my brothers have not bored you too awful! AH! Sekhmet’s Crown! A blessing to our houses that you have come to our end of the dunes!” Energy was never lacking, but at least he had Miranian respect enough for the gods own chosen. “I am Aldebaran! I swear I am normally not the late one. My brother there,” he nods his head at Rigel, “is normally the slowest. I had been to the southern shore, though. It seems we might get a bit of a storm tonight off the water.” The last he aims at his eldest brother and his First Wife.

“So be it. We can take shelter in the rocky crags nearer to the Badlands tonight. Atair found a way into the carved-out belly and the way into the underground watering hole we had suspected might be beneath it.” It is clear there is no negotiating, but perhaps it was for the better - all of them needing to be properly comfortable with one another. “Sister, we will forego our lessons… It is probably best if you acquaint yourself with your new Ladies-in-Waiting instead.” He smiles awkwardly, seeming cowed by what would otherwise have seemed a neutral eye from the rosey colored brother.