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

The way she says the name is curious, almost a song. And then the girl is staring in to Ibis' own eyes and she feels the ache in them to a more palpable level; that, and a growing warmth in her chest the likes of which hadn't flourished since Ibis was very small, and the feeling brought to mind her step-sister Eleuthera.) The girl is smiling and then nodding, taking the time to explain what she meant but - then she segued in to talk of something called the one and Ibis wasn't sure she could follow. She felt warm all over, flush, like she had with Tristan - but different.

The one is in us all, said Ereshkigal; it felt like she was speaking from experience, but the girl could not have been much older than Ibis. She's watching the water and Ibis can't take her eyes off of the slender ginger face, or those copper eyes as they alight upon the sea; when she plants a kiss upon Ibis' forehead, Ibis finally looks away.

This was just like Tristan. It was overwhelming and nice and warm and foreign and, what was she expected to do? And me, she all but gasped, tying the feeling in to this new notion, this otherness, The One.