She moves just out of reach, Eness left reaching in the air between them for the contact she has missed. For once in their life together she is met with a lashing tongue from her Sakhmet that has her pulling herself back and watching with a wary uncertain gaze. Everything that is said Eness deserves, this much she knows, but she would not let her own rash decisions be the reason for the inseparable pair parting. She meets Sakhmet’s glaring gaze, unwavering from the pain that she can both feel and see written so clearly on her friend’s face; even for a brief moment.

“Sakhmet,” Eness begins, but the mare has said her peace on the matter and is once again moving off along the sands away from the black mare. A frustrated snort leaves her flaring nostrils, stepping after Sakhmet at a brisk pace with a lashing tail that whips against her sides, the sweet natured mare actually annoyed for once. “Would you just stop,” she huffs, surging past Sakh to head her off and stand in her path, using her own lithe and light body to her own advantage to sidestep any which way Sakhmet may try to get around her.

“Tell me what you want then Sakhmet. You say i have given up my freedom when i have in fact not. I am bound by oath, as he is, to remain without the other for the remainder of this season of heat. This is not like home, there are always choices,” the words rush from her mouth, knowing the grey one could take off at any point, but not before Eness has been able to say her peace, “he is not like father, not like those other men who taunted and hurt you. He is so much more if you’d just see past your rage. He is not here to replace you Sakhmet, to take the spot that you have held at my side for all these seasons, ever since we were small; he would die before ever doing that.”

She can feel her grief, her Sakhmet, images of the blood red filly filling her mind with big round eyes looking up at Eness with so much wonder and acceptance next to the chilled body of it’s mother. A soundless sob catches in her throat, eyes watering ever so slightly. “I am stupidly naive and have been a terrible friend haven’t i? May our gods strike me down where I stand for ever upsetting my treasured one,” there is a bitter smile playing on her lips when looking up to the morning sun and its blinding rays of light, as if truly expecting something to come down on herself.

“We are two halves of a heart my Sakhmet, and I am sorry for never realizing this.”