He no longer runs from her forward steps, nor her seeking touch. There is relief in her eyes and on her breath, the soft velvet of her nose reaching for the skin of his cheek without fear or worry. The voices of Sayyida and Rigel grow more distant until all that is heard is the gentle breeze that disturbs the sand they stand on. To be alone again was potentially dangerous, but she just had to be nearer to him again, to feel the heat that had pressed into her barrel earlier and teeth that threatened to bite into flesh. She shakes, drawing her nose up his white striped face to the constellation of white stars adorning the space above, very aware of how her move leans her into his space a moment.

“Does this mean you are under my spell then,” she questions his endearment for her with a teasing tone, lowering her face again so that their noses just barely touch and she can peer into those brown eyes of his, seeking to know more of himself that he keeps hidden away. Under the watchful eye of her moon and stars she listens as Atair speaks his vows to her, glad her goddess can be witness for all that he promises here on this night.

“I have no doubts as to your devotion, and in return i will show you how to love. I will show you that I am not so easily broken with just the slightest touch as you fear so readily,” Eness bares her soul to him in her words, in the way she inclines her head towards him to that he may touch and embrace as he wishes, “i may not be able to give you my all right now my stars, but i will take whatever you may give, and give what you wish to take, for i am now yours.”