Time did not heal anything, but it had given Sakhmet a chance to recover. As the morning sun finally crested the horizon, the grey mare stood not far from the group, but did not join them. She wore the steely mask of resolve, her two toned eyes hardened to the feelings they had shown that night. She truly looked no more than a statue, a guardian, her pale color stark against the shadowed side of a dune.


Not once did she allow her eyes to fall upon her beloved, nor her new love. Afraid the wreckage of the night before would come crashing down once more to smother her beneath it’s weight. But she did look to Antares and Sayyida, the obvious love they shared despite the marks of blood he wore greater than her own. Not only did the other’s not hate him for it, but he lead them as King. Up until now, Sakhmet could not truly believe such reality, but much had been thrust upon her. Knowing they would not be leaving this place also forced the mare to consider other options, not just for Eness, but for herself that she never would have before.


Giving a sigh, she looked to Aldebaran then, wondering if she should go to the stallion and apologize for her irrational behavior. She should just be thankful they were willing to let her stay, despite the strange love she felt for another of her gender, where most would think it perverse and send her away. A tiny part screamed that it still was not fair, that she gave too much and did not ask enough for herself, but she chose to ignore it as she always did. Never thinking herself worthy enough to have anything.


Rather than go to the stallion, or even just return to the group, Sakhmet turned away and began a trek out into the cool morning sands. As she was useful for nothing else, she could at least go on patrol, to scout the land around the herd and make sure no threat was near.