[an TAH rez]
✬ sayyida ✬
▻ jyeshtha ♀ (x indira), aminah ♀ | nashira ♀ ◅
He is a bit out of breath, a bit bruised of course, but overall the incursion had been short lived and with very little deficit left in its wake. Some part of him knew that Sakhmet had been perfectly capable of saying no, but there was another side that had been too furious about the insult to leave well enough alone. Sakhmet had never needed a man’s help before and he figured this had been no different.
Instead of sharpness, though, he finds her idly wondering after his wellbeing, "I should be asking you that, but you appear to be fine…?" He smiles at her, soothed by the casualness she presented, nodding. "It was not much of a fight, that is certain."
"You fought well, and have done more than enough." He is man enough that her compliment makes him shake himself in that masculine trying-not-to-preen sort of way. The head dip she offers is returned in kind. "I am only glad that it is past. I have been meaning to find you and ask about what your verdict was on my brother."
He chuckles, shaking his head, "He has been picking on you almost every season since you’ve returned, hoping to lose a few times and abate your frustration with him. He doesn’t know how to gracefully pose to you the idea of joining his household as Eness’ protector again… he worries about angering you as he is on thin ice with his wife after yet another set of twin boys last year." He chuckles, amused by the habitual birthing of boys in that particular house in the Sadim.
"Perhaps his boys could use a third firm hand in their life and Eness would like her heartmate back for company?"
OF SALEM’S EASTERN DUNES
▻ eleven years - arabian - mulberry gray with bloodmarks - 15.2 hh ◅