She stands in a daze, lost with the shifting sands from the cool night breeze that scatters the pale yellow hues of the dunes across her dark hooves. It was nice to feel such familiar ground beneath her again, to glance upon an incredibly open sky that her eyes had yearned to see through the trees of that green place but hadn’t been able to. The meadow had been lucious and beautiful in its own right, but nothing could take away from the true beauty in Eness’s life; rolling hills of sand that seemed to have no end and the heat of Ra so eager to welcome her back into his folds once more. Even Sakhmet appeared more at peace, and while others could not see that for themselves Eness was most blessed with having the ability to see her friend’s somewhat softer side.

Despite the peace something nagged at Eness, an unseen tugging that had her turning even now to look upon the star coated male looking down at her. He looks away, so quick Eness possibly thinks its a trick of her mind wishing for Atair to take notice of her. Aloof and proud this dark male was;; a bit rough around the edges but who was she to deny her body's curious advantages towards him? She blames the season, the heat that bubbles just under her ebony skin despite the chilly winds, knowing Atair probably kept back for not only her sake but his own as well. It only intrigued her more, now than ever. She sneaks a glance to her slumbering guardian, gently and slowly moving from her spot beside the grey mare. Dark eyes pass over other slumbering forms, thankfully none stir as the black mare heads for Atair against her mind’s better judgment.

“Allat would be jealous,” are the words that leave her mouth, settling herself alongside the male with a respectful foot length between them. Her head is upturned towards the starry night, the words referring to the stars he wears upon his back that would make her beloved goddess so very envious indeed, before lowering and shyly looking over to him with her neck curling and head tucking in close as if afraid to tread upon the invisible line between them.

“Your home here is quite beautiful, especially at night,” her voice is soft, as if sharing a secret that was only for them to hear. Her expression filled eyes say everything her words may lack, the questions that are just on the tip of her tongue but she chooses instead to humor herself with how uncomfortable she can make the man before her. His reaction to her was a curious thing, perhaps for the company she keeps or was it something else?