Care; he could not claim to truly care when they were still strangers. But, Eness had always cared, even for those that she didn’t have names for. It leaves the mare perplexed as he strides away, finally leaving her to solitude. Sakhmet turns to the waves then, casting her eyes across their power, wishing she could draw strength from them. But in this silence, alone, she found no more fight left to hold her up.


With a silent sob, Sakhmet’s knees give first before she collapses to lay upon the wet sands of the beach. The pain rakes her body now, the sobs shaking her form as tears stain her face. Everything she had known and held dear was now changing. Though she would still carry Eness’ love, it would not be the same. Her loyalty would now be to a stallion, and a family she would raise. All Sakhmet could be a part of, but when that was her only source of kindness, it felt like a fatal blow to have it taken away and directed to another.


Sakhmet’s tears do not last long, despite being pent up and powerful, and she pulls herself to lay upright. Resting her ashen chin upon folded front legs, she allows herself to feel the hurt, because when she returned it would be locked away. But Sakhmet would not make the journey till morning, using the night’s embrace for her own mourning of change.