Verdant Basin ingiullik

Want was such a tricky think for a young, unattached woman. One would never think to call Inanna fickle, and yet, nature made a fool of us all every now and again. Her head lifted and her gaze landed and her pupils blew wide, and she'd taken two steps forward before her mind even registered the word: man.

And what a man.

"This woman greets you," she said, falling back on her mountain tongue when everything else felt clumsy. There was a pool between them, and she splashed out of it so that she could come around the body of water, and hopefully meet him halfway.

She knew this story.

She thought she did.