Eness did not sleep, her mind a mess of inner thoughts and emotions that threatened to drag the black mare under like the clinging claws of the ocean had tried to do during their swim here, the rage of her father playing in her dreams that kept her wide eyed and on the edge of running for her life. Morning came, her moon and stars abandoning her when she oh so desperately needed them most. There is movement as the others rouse about, but the one her eyes can’t help but stay trained to is the gray mare with the blood marked face; Sakhmet had come home. The other mare did everything but look to where Eness stood by herself.

The call to Sakhmet dies on her lips when the mare suddenly moves to leave again, but this time she has another following. Eness was not one for running or hashing, yet finds herself doing just that as she fights the sands to get to Sakhmet’s side. “Please wait,” she calls to her dear one, digging her hooves deep into the sand to launch her up the crest of the dune that the grey mare had already climbed up without much trouble. Eness is breathless by the time she makes it to her side, the place she should have been all along.

“My heart,” soft words leave her lips, her voice shaky and fragile while reaching outwards towards her friend, aching to feel the heat of her flesh against her nose. Eness is not wary to Sakhmet’s potential temper, knowing she’d never meet her with teeth or hooves no matter what pain either were going through. She needed her grey one to see that despite her other half of soul being found that her heart still remained forever hers.

“With every step away from me you break me Sakhmet, we have never been apart for as long as the night before, it has scared me to think you were leaving and never coming back,” the black mare works her way up the side of the grey, her nose coming to rest against the subtle arch of her neck a moment, drawing in deep breaths of the salty air the mare wore; confirming that Sakhmet had indeed ran far last night. “Tell me what it is you wish and I will make it so. Atair has asked me for what your price will be, and is willing to give it in the form of his flesh should you choose to meet him with bared teeth. He understands you are just as much as a part of me than anything, that you hold something just as dear as he holds my soul,” Eness was never one to beg, and yet here she is, leaning against her friend for fear to lose her altogether.