Could word’s break the one whose heart stood just feet away; word’s that leave her heart’s own mouth to seek retribution for how she was wronged. Eness takes it all in, as she always does when it comes to facing her beloved. Her tears mean nothing, yet she cannot stop the beads of salt from escaping her eyes as they cry for not only herself but for Sakhmet as well; like a well of never ending water. Her red son presses his nose into the flesh of his mother’s slender sloped shoulder, the very leg that step’s in the direction of the mother and son pair his eyes are moving over curiously.
Wanting. The word tears her very core apart, knowing but not believing that Sakhmet no longer wanted her, or anything these lands had yearned to offer her. Atair too, felt the loss of the fiery woman but had kept back at the pleading of Eness herself; in the end they both had lost her. She still wants her though, no matter how many times Sakhmet shoots her down and narrows those brilliant colored eyes of hers on her in displeasure and hurt. In her mind they are young again, the young girl’s sparing in the privacy of their haven they had sought to escape the gruffness of Eness’s sire and his cruelty; and for a while they were at peace. Childlike laughter in her ears, Eness’s more so than Sakhmet who hadn’t been much for playing but did anything for the little black filly who carried her heart on her sleeve and loved everyone, even those with faults that could not be helped.
She knows Sakhmet’s pain, the grief she has felt even when the other mare declares she does not. Another step, choking on word’s that fight their way up her throat, her frozen figure letting the very shape of her beloved move from her sight and part with word’s she shakes her head at, refusing to let the mare go but her tongue feels heavy in a mouth full of pointless feelings that would be shot down. Her red son bumps his head against his mother once more, her eyes slipping down to him for the briefest of moments but it’s all she needs to gather back her strength and move after Sakhmet.
'ant qalbi - you are my heart