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[queenofkur]

[ After being given a quest, Ereshkigal had decided to go ahead and do it on her own. It was very clear the quest was designed to be dangerous and she'd wanted to ensure none would get caught in her own personal feud with Morganna... Which had been a fatal mistake. ]

Greetings. I am in dire need of assistance and would be very grateful should any of you still listen to me.

[ It is a blessing nobody can hear her whine through text. ]

I am in the Forest of the Felled and I am lost. I came here after Morganna gave me a quest, but I believe my words angered her and she led me into a trap. It appears she placed upon me a curse that makes it impossible for me to find my way. I have been here for over twenty-four now and my strengths are waning as a result of dehydration and hunger.

Should you be afraid of facing Morganna's wrath for assisting me, I understand. I shall face my own death with dignity if so. I only ask someone come after the kettle in my possession to finish this quest and establish a land of the dead after I am gone. I will endeavor to write instructions on how to manage such a place with what time I have left.

[ Not overly dramatic at all, nope. ]

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[queenofkur]

[ Ereshkigal blinked in quick succession when she saw him. ]

You-You really came...

[ She hadn't doubted him, she had doubted herself being worth the trouble for anyone. ]

[mithrarin]

[The comment brings him up short, and though his eyes are hidden as ever, the confusion sounds out clear in his voice.]

I said I would. I would have even if I didn't say I would, for that matter. Why wouldn't I?

[queenofkur]

I figured... A goddess who fails at her mission isn't worth the trouble.

[ Self-esteem? What's that? ]

[mithrarin]

[The comment brings Dust up short, because it hits right to something he'd felt once and remembered very keenly indeed.]

Sometimes you do everything you can, everything you're supposed to... and it still doesn't work out. That's just -- life. Sometimes things aren't possible. But one failure, or even a dozen or a hundred, doesn't mean anything. It's what you do that counts. Don't be blind to what you've done, what you were trying to do, and why.

[queenofkur]

[ Just life, huh. But... She was supposed to be above making such mistakes. What of the souls that depended on her? She had failed them. Was it really alright to be that fallible when countless depended on you? ]

Thank you... [She tried smiling, regardless of her personal thoughts on the matter, she appreciated his kindness.] I-I'll try...

[mithrarin]

[Was it all right? Yes, because everyone is fallible. That's just what he'd learned, that some things are beyond what you can achieve. Not for lack of trying, not for lack of will, but simply because everything is what it is.]

Anyway, let me see if I can do anything with that curse, okay? [Perhaps ominously, Dust lifts his arm as he flips Ahrah into a forehand grip.]

[queenofkur]

[ Ereshkigal extends her hand and... And... Nothing happens. Morganna's authority can't be overwritten that easily it seems. ]

As expected. [She sighed.] Thanks for trying.

[mithrarin]

Wait, hold on --

[Putting a little more focus into it, Dust whaps her shoulder with Ahrah's flat. Not hard by any means, but no feather touch either.]

...okay, yeah. I didn't think it would work, but no harm in trying, right?