They had unnerved the star coated one; Atair, his name plays in her head, thoughtful thinking that has her sounding out his name for a silent moment in remembrance. It was befitting of the stoic natured man, clearly unsettled by the sudden attention that was on all him. Was it not in their belief to be admired and revered how Eness looks on Atair?

She wasn’t given much time to dwell on her questioning thoughts, the small group heading away from the green treasure trove the girls had found themselves in. The temptation to indulge had been strong, so our dark lady was glad to put the lushious meadow behind them to be able to feel the shifting sands under her hooves again. The icy bite of ocean water was a welcome one as she follows after Antares, yet keeps to the side of Sakhmet for fear of losing her friend in the surf. They had traveled through an interesting part of the isle of crossing, a place heavy with the scent of man that had Eness eager for their swim. What unusual things to come across; so unlike their kingdom of sand and heat. The swim was a quiet one, thank her gods for that, giving Eness time to think about their current situation. Her and Sakhmet had been on the run for a while, the paler mare having stolen Eness away from her somewhat plush lifestyle; clearly being a willing abductee. The loss of her home was hardly a sore subject, the horses there with their cruel sense of rules and power that had made Eness turn her back on them even before learning how they viewed Sakhmet. She eyes her friend while kicking through the dark waters that threaten to bring them all down, glad she had made the decision to go with. How else would they have found themselves here?

They make landfall, the foursome dragging themselves up onto the sands with as much grace as they can muster with soaked to the bone skin and wet plastered hair. She waits for the men to finish their shaking off before doing the same, the movement off balancing her so that she leans into that of Sakhmet for a moment, her head lowered and peeking through damp lashes in embarrassment at the pale mare. “Sorry,” an apology, soft and meek while brushing her dark nose against her shoulder before pulling away to right herself. Antares and Atairs voices catch her attention, listening and watching for the approaching forms.

She watches the arrival of the beautiful Sayyida, not unaware of the way the mare stakes her claim on her husband. Eness was sure to dip her head in regards to the woman, silently letting her know that Eness had no designs for her blood marked male before her eyes slid over to glance at Atair with Sayyida’s teasing words. “He is quite a sight indeed,” Eness finds herself saying, not at all ashamed to admit it either. She breaks the stare off to look back to Sakh with a faint playful smile, reaching to touch her friend’s cheek with gentle lips.

The arrival of the last two brother’s gains the rest of her attention, the moment broken between the two mares. The bay one, Aldebaran, was definitely a wild card; he somewhat reminded her of a wild Sakhmet. It took quite a bit of will power for Eness to follow along with his excitement, finding herself quite exhausted once he was done. She is glad to finally move her attention to his galaxy coated companion, Rigel who seemed to be most levelheaded.

“Thank you”, Eness speaks, on both her and Sakh’s behalf, again dipping her small face down to the men and Sayyida. They were thankful for a lot of things, but most of all, for loving her Sakhmet just as Eness herself did. “See Sakh? You are most treasured. They see you as I see you,” she breathes in a whisper when turning to the mare, gauging her reaction to all that was going on, knowing at the moment the blood marked mare was a calm before the storm.