The Sentinels grace in your heart, flowers in your hair.

It does not sound as if Cerulean has too many companions — only two are mentioned — but that is fine, for now. The One will lead her to potential disciples, both along the way and within her new home. For Neverwinter will be her abode from here on out. . .right? The girl is a mind meant to be molded, a young, fresh soul. Ereshkigal sees both a project and a confidante before her.

That is okay, croons the Seductress, shaking her head slowly, casting off the worry and sorrow emanating from Cerulean. We can stay the night right here, and then when the morning comes, and we can better see our way. . .we can travel to your home.

Neverwinter Forest. A far cry, she thinks, from the vast, arid land of her youth. The prospect of no winter, however, is more than appealing; Ereshkigal doubts very much she would be able to withstand a particularly brutal season, what with her thin pelt and scrawny frame. Very much cheered by this prospect, she begins to curl up upon the ground, gesturing for the girl to do the same.

Lay with me, Ereshkigal whispers. Good dreams come easy with a friend close by. Her eyelids are already beginning to flutter closed, her extended travels finally having exhausted her enough to rest.

fade out here? :) and thread at Neverwinter soon?