Re: Dealing With Ninkasi
Ninkasi froze at the commanding voice of the lord of storms shook through her form. There was no stopping it. Instinct was to listen. Gut and logic told her to heed it. All of the hurt and build up of energy coursing through her was making that difficult so as she stood there, frozen still and bloodied, her body shook.
Shaking, breathing hard, she did the only thing she could think of... plead for a release of the order. Echoing in Sumerian, but spoken quickly and almost torn out in a raspy shout, “Do-not-ask-this-of-me,-Uncle! She-has-made-great-insult-to-my-mind,-my-heart-and-has-stooped-lower-than-family-ever-would. She-knows-not-my-sacrifices-nor-my-pain-and-cannot-be-allowed-to-mock-me. Do-not-ask-this-of-me.”
And then she waited, the command was in Enlil's hands.
Was she being a bit melodramatic, perhaps? But what had started as one small slight rapidly pulled thousands of years of pain into a open wound for the world to see.