The day had finally come. Eness was to wed Atair, with the stars and her Allat high above as witness. She was the doe eyed shadow siren of the night, void of her heart but yet lost in the promise of finding the other half of her soul; she is a mix of emotions that threaten to consume her where she stands being fret over by the other women of the dunes. Eness felt numb, for no matter where her searching eyes turned they could not find Sakhmet among the others. The paid had parted on bad terms, words said that were said now out in the open, and just waiting for something to be done. Eness hadn’t told Atair what had transpired that next morning when she sought out her dear one; the loss of their heart. She was sure her face had been easy to read, but she lacked the courage to fully divulge on such details, continuing to protect Sakhmet’s own feelings.

She would go on though, spare the uneasy beating of her heart in her chest that would suggest otherwise. When the others were sure not a hair was out of place or a speck of sand on the darkness of her coat did Eness finally breach her hidden circle, and despite all that stood there on the sands with them her eyes found their way to her soul-sewn without any distraction, and with him in her gaze did she find the courage to carry herself forward with as much grace as she could muster. She stops before Sayyida and Antares first, bowing her head down to the pair and awaiting for the moment that Sayy would beckon her over to be in front of Atair.

From under her lashes she sneaks another wayward gaze towards Atair when her hooves carry her to him, her star wearing betrothed, hoping to find a brief break in that stoic serious mask of his. There is a hint of a teasing grin playing at her lips that she dare not show and ruin the entirety of seriousness that was called for in this moment. She would let her eyes do the talking until their vows came to breath.