With only the perfume of the desert around her, it is not hard to pick up the scent of another as they approach. Pausing just as she heard the call, Sakhmet turns her head to see the palomino mare she had only caught sight of before. It is strange for her to be approaching now of all times, especially as the sway of her belly only burdens her further with the activity. Still, Sakhmet does not walk away, rather she turns to fully face the woman. Her initial words only cause a flick of her ears in confusion, but when Sidika offers her name and questions her status, the grey gives a soft sigh.


“I am pleased to meet you, Sidika, though you should not have burdened yourself with meeting me.” she replies, her two toned eyes showing nothing of how she felt. Sidika might have seen the hooded glance from afar, but to be in her presence, Sakhmet was nothing more than a cold wall. “I suppose you could say I am.” she added, to further answer the sooty mare’s question. It was not to Sakhmet’s liking though, nor desire, and they had most likely forgotten her existence by now. None had approached her, but that was probably for the best.


“I am called Sakhmet.” the grey stated, knowing it was only manners to give her name in return.