I am too happy for Atair and Eness to want to settle down into more learning, even if it is at Rigel's side, and I crane my head back so that I can watch them touch each other for the first time in the knowledge of their meaning to one another. My heart aches with the rush of fulfillment that I feel, and I want nothing more than to crow to the heavens at my delight.

True to his nature, Rigel allows no such delight to hamper him from finding an entire library's worth of words and I toss my head at him playfully. I cannot be a somber student on this night of all nights. Not when Atair has at last found something to smile about, so that he may not always stalk about so discontent with life. Eness would be the sky for him, bright and changing with the ebb and flow of her emotions. And he would be the ground that would steady her and give purpose to her dance across the sky.

Sakhmet had a place too, in their dance, if she wanted it. I imagined her to be a cloud in this great dance, closest to the sky above, between it and the ground below, a buffer to prevent Eness from falling too fast. A cloud that was made more beautiful when it allowed the light of the sky to shine upon it and reveal the true glory within.

But also she might yet be the gravity that holds the two in their dance, the unseen force that kept both in constant rotation of each other.

I do not have the luxury of lingering on such fanciful thoughts for long, as Rigel has much yet to teach me. I cannot help the small sigh of departing joy that leaves me as I settle to my duty, resolving to relive the joy of these moments when I tell my own beloved of them. He will indulge my need to dance in delight at such news, and mayhaps, if I play my cards right, find other ways in which express such happiness.

My lips press together in a bashful but pleased smile as he names all three of my new titles. The two are more familiar to me, but the last is newest and the one I am least comfortable in the office of. His praise warms me, even as anxiety clouds my brow. I knew my words were not as "correct" as they should be, but I had been grasping at straws, determined not to let them down. "What might a traditional Voice of Wosret done in my place, brother? In truth, if we have covered this it quite slipped my mind in the heat of the moment and I was only following my heart."

My lips purse as I glance back at them, anxious despite Rigel's praise. "I hope I have not done them a disservice."

Rigel is quick to call out my addition to the vows and I duck my head shyly away. I had been, and in truth, still was, a jealous creature. I understood the reasons why I must share him, but it did not make it any easier or more comfortable for me to imagine him partaking of their bodies as he had of mine. I chuckle softly before bringing my face back to him with a shake of my head. "I did not want to frighten her with going into all of the details, and I imagine that knowing she shall have a Golden Year might bring comfort to her if she struggles with the idea of lesser wives as I have."

Elation and delight mix on my face and it is with this fierce tangle of emotions that I meet his gaze again. "I just want them to be happy, Rigel. And you too. This land is not just a fresh start for Antares and myself, but for you too, my brother."

I reach out toward him in a gesture, but do not touch him. He is not mine to touch, and I am not driven to him in the same way that I am to my beloved. "Tell me of the flaxen woman you found?"

Keenly I watch his reaction, curious to see if he was drawn to the mare. From what Antares had said, there was a possibility of such, but then again... Rigel would be delighted to share his stories with an interested party, even if she did not call to him in other ways.