Redtail Rise been getting big, making me look small

As much as she enjoys the company of her dear Cerulean, Ereshkigal was born to meander. There is nothing, perhaps, that can root her in one place for very long. She bids the girl adieu and moves silently, furtively, over the lands of the taiga, tail like a thin ruddy banner behind her. 

She runs and does not stop. Not until the rise crests into something slightly more even and she spies the shadow-fae some paces away.

Greetings, Ereshkigal calls out, her gallop ceasing, shifting into an even trot. Her mouth is curved and grinning, teeth glowing much as this girl's yellow orbs do. The Seductress finds herself drawn into them, just like the bottomless blue of Cerulean's. Eyes. . . Her weakness, she thinks. And yet, her strength as well, from another angle.

Are you a traveler, too? she croons, catching a whiff of sea-salt and strife upon the young woman's pelt. Things are changing, and not for the better. The earth is angry and its children are on the move.