His reaction to her words is off putting, his tail high and hoof kicking up the sands on which they stand. She risks a glance towards the others, none thankfully rising as the clearly irritated male posters and huffs at her. The words he speaks caused anything she possibly had to say to be swallowed back down, lodging in her throat as she stares wide eyed at the male and ears perk at the wording that leaves him. ”You would take...me?,”her voice is soft, speaking mostly to herself to try to understand all that he was telling her. Sakhmet would not stand for it, would not allow it, just as Atair confirms but it also would not stop him in the slightest. She shivers, but it is not from the cold night air.

There is an exhale of shocked breath at the realization of what Atair had wanted, yet holds himself back from doing so. Eness was not too terribly naive to not understand what he was explaining, what he wanted and feared. What a terrible thrill to feel wanted with how Atair makes her feel, but perhaps that was the seasonal heat trying to overcome them once more. Would he still feel the same afterwards though, after the sacred deed is done? Her gaze is curious, the shock ebbing away while she ponders this but finds herself shaking her head of the idea. How could she even consider such a thing if it took her from her Sakhmet. Slowly, so as not to stir the fire of Atair again, she brings her hips around to face him head on and not staring at the slender side of her that surely heaved with the frantic beating of her heart in her chest.

“I do not think i am ready for that,” there she is, the bashful woman with fluttering eyes that often brought men to a heel, lowering her head and neck whilst taking a slow sauntering step forward just as Atair takes a step back, “but is there any harm to partaking in another’s company without any complicating implications?”. Another step in his direction happens, and just beyond and down below does the gray mare stir, but instead of charging up to break whatever it was that was happening between the pair of dark horse’s, the gray one is racing off in the complete opposite direction.

“'iirda' nujumiin,” she tries again, stepping atop that invisible line that strained to be broken, “let us take a walk to clear our minds and perhaps after i will finally leave you be if that is what you truly wish.”





'iirda' nujumiin- please my stars