Neverwinter Forest I guess I'll just go home.

Ereshkigal hadn't realized how tired she was until she drifted into a deep, dreamful slumber; when she awoke next to Cerulean — whom she almost didn't remember at first, before it hit her — she felt more than refreshed. The journey passed without incident, the two keeping mostly to themselves. The rain was cool, sweet, invigorating. . .and when they draw close to the dark, verdant tree-line, the Seductress feels like a new woman.

I hope your friends are as sweet as you, she breathes, turning a grin upon the pale young fae. It isn't a lie. The sweet naivete of Cerulean makes her an ideal disciple, and to have two more such souls close by is a fantasy she almost is hesitant to entertain. How well things are going, here! Already, she has a friend — a follower.

How many more will surrender themselves to the will of the One; rouse themselves to their destinies?

Her destiny is here, she thinks, returning her gaze to stare determinedly at the evergreens. Here, she will do her mother's, her sisters', her ancestors' work. Here, she will build something greater than all of them, something to last past the last beat of her heart, and the grave beyond.