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

She is immediately surprised (and charmed) by the offering that they can stay the night where they are now, and then travel in the morning. It takes a weight off of Ibis' shoulders; but then, as she thinks about it and really clues in to what is happening, she finds something taboo about the whole ordeal. It is not enough of an oddity to make her speak of her insecurities, because Ibis has slept out in the open on countless nights and shared her space with her brother, so sleeping with another wolf isn't what catches her off-guard; rather, its something primordial, relating back to her ongoing maturation. Similar to how Tristan made her feel warm and buzzing all over - the idea of sleeping with this sweet girl beneath the stars has banished her sorrows and replaced her worries with a more mature sort of apprehension; but she's buzzing too, somewhat. A low hum in the back of her mind that will, no doubt, keep her awake through the night.

When Ereshkigal circles upon the ground and readies herself for sleep, she invites Ibis - her voice an alluring whisper that makes that hum deepen. Ibis cannot make sense of how she feels; but she knows it is a good feeling, and trusts that this new friend does not mean her harm. Her tearful show of emotion has worn her out and the thought of sleep is more enticing by the moment. She tucks in carefully besides the other girl, listening to her voice promise, Good dreams come easy with a friend close by.

Her eyes flutter, they close, and she drowses - but Ibis doesn't immediately. She's transfixed on the sharp contours of the girl's pretty face; it is the last thing she sees as she too drifts, falling in to an easier sleep than she thought possible. Dreaming, perhaps, of a ginger girl by the sea.

OK! I love her. :)