She follows Sayyida’s smooth turn around, ducking her head when her eyes find the approaching form of Rigel and Atair both; had they heard her words then? Of course Atair’s stoic mask gives nothing away, her nerves once more acting up in the uneasy shift of her stance and flick of her tail against her dark legs. Thankfully Rigel breaks the silence, the galaxy colored male joking of her star speckled one that has her mustering up enough courage to laugh along with Sayyida, trying not to hide behind the other when it is revealed that they had indeed heard her statement before; how awkward. For a moment Rigel and Sayyida seem locked in a silent conversation, leaving Eness to look at Atair at last, her eyes softening when seeing just a tiny sliver of the man he is beyond his barrier.

She reaches for him just as he does the same, urged on by the words he speaks to her as if the pair were alone and just them again. There is no question as to what they are to each other as her velvet nose touches his, inhaling the unique scent of himself and committing it to memory. Even as he speaks to Sayyida, their eyes never part. An ear twists in her new sister’s direction, the only attention the other mare gets as she speaks the terms of Eness’s conditions; Eness clearly watching for any signs that Atair did not agree with the simple task, for she knew it would be a most unusual one.

’And she will have the Right of Golden Year for the next season unless she chooses to relinquish it.’

At this Eness does turn to Sayyida, the question on her tongue that is quickly answered without having to utter a word. She smiles at her, truly grateful. They part from each other with a tender comforting touch, Sayyida leaving Eness to go to Rigel just a ways off. She could feel her nerves creeping up when realizing she and Atair would be alone again should the others leave. “Hello again nujumi,” her voice is soft, a sweet whisper just for him to hear. Against the shakiness of her legs she steps toward him, reaching and seeking for his own comforting touch.


Nujumi - my stars