Redtail Rise been getting big, making me look small

The Seductress feels Raleska's pain acutely; it resonates from her like heat from the desert floor. Ereshkigal is a remarkable empath, and while this part of her personality allows her to pick up on other's emotions quite easily, it leaves her vulnerable to stumbling into sadness herself. She swallows it now, her face suffused with sorrow for the seawolf. Only when she is questioned again does she let her customary smile return.

No, she sings, eyes narrowed slightly, playfully. Only those I find intriguing. Intriguing, young, dynamic. Woman. Ereshkigal has always been more fond of women than men, even though the latter are easier to sway (at least, when certain pressure is applied). Women can actually think of more than one thing at a time; it makes them difficult quarry, but excellent friends and lovers.

She cocks her head, lips pouted slightly. Are you alone in your search party? Shall I accompany you? Damned if she isn't getting a little carried away with the moment. There is still Cerulean to think of, after all. But the offer has been given, and it hangs between them, silent, heavy. She waits with bated breath, fancying that she can hear each and every beat of both girls' hearts within her gargantuan ears.