He is determined, she would give him that, and although she acts as if he cannot sway her, he makes her question her own mind. Her stride is confident and stays course without wavering from the shore, the dot of another island coming to view, though only a silhouette in the darkness. For a brief moment she wonders what might lie on each, but despite her hurt, she would not stray so far from her heart’s keeper.


“I accuse you of the minds of many, until it can be proven different.” It was not a slight on his honor as he might see it, but experience she carries since the moment she had opened her eyes at birth. “Only one has ever been able to do so.” Because truly, Sakhmet would not exist if not for Eness. “Eness is a treasure, most all are drawn to the innocence of her soul. I find it strange, if Atair is not a spell caster, then why is it only he she has fallen victim too?”


The grey mare finally tilted her head to the stallion then, eyeing him as she continued her pace. An ear came lose of its pinned place to flick towards the stallion, if only briefly. “Cruelty has followed my every step, closer than any shadow. If your honor is so easily offended by my words, perhaps you have other things that should preoccupy you.”


Sakhmet sped up then, not because she wished to be away from him, knowing she could not outpace him, but the need to focus her mind elsewhere. He spoke of her being valuable, and intriguing, and quite honestly she did not know how to handle that. Violence had always been the answer to everything, but if this was the home Eness wished to have then her behavior would only make her beloved uncomfortable. Her own thoughts, her own happiness was always irrelevant in the face of what the black mistress wanted.


Suddenly, Sakhmet gave a hard swerve to the stallion, seeking flesh on flesh as she came to a sudden jarring halt. Rising up on hind legs, she did not strike out with front hooves as she did not truly wish to hurt him. But in a moment of surprise, to think she had attacked him, Sakhmet would know his true intentions with his instinctual reaction. She was not scared of his teeth or hoof, nor for the violence she had faced her entire lifetime. Rather, she was fearful of what he might not do, that he would not seek to harm her despite what appeared to be a sudden onslaught of vengeance for her pain.