I hear her come but she does so often, coming and going through Glorall like a wraith. In any case, I continue to rest until I hear her issue a bark only for me. I am taken from my thoughts then, taken away from the thoughts of Samhain and Heyel and even Siren, as I slowly come to rise from my makeshift resting place, a hollow between the crooked roots of an old tree. I am silent as I rise, stretching my legs as my eyes roam over her - I notice her differences immediately. It is not simply age that marks her as different now but rather, a wisdom or thought that places her above her former self. I see a calculating mind that ought to have been Ehiyeh before that creature crept inside and broke it apart like an oyster. I see a stability that ought to have been me before I began to feel the division between who I ought to be and who I will become. Calmness, I see. Or perhaps I merely project it. She was a lost child once, no? Perhaps we can all be found one day.

In any case, I settle then, feeling my muscles loosen in the brisk air. I break the silence with a curious voice, a simple "Yes? that begs to lure the thoughts from her mind. I wonder what it is she has come to me with - a desire? An expectation? Inanna is a mystery to me, I think. She is less her mother and even less her father's daughter. Dieloch was something else and yet, who could say what that would mean for those of his blood?