Namtar's return was met with more anticipation than Ereshkigal would wish to admit. But he did not bring Nergal with him, instead he bore a message. One which had the Queen of Irkalla fuming the second it was repeated. He was coming to take what was hers for his own? He could have had it already, had he not left! Ereshkigal would have given him half of her kingdom, they could have ruled together!
But this? This was an insult heaped upon the pile of the many he'd already left behind when he'd abandoned her! If he wanted to take something, he was going to have to fight for it. And she was not going to make it easy.
Orders were barked out quickly, with the expectation that they would be followed precisely. After all, Ereshkigal knew her lover. She knew him, more intimately than he'd probably have liked. She had a very good idea of how he would wage this war, and she intended to cut him off at the knees before he even began. Oh, she was not going to make this easy for him at all. He deserved nothing less.
Then, preparations in place, she made herself ready as well. After having it cleaned, she attired herself in the dress she wore at their first meeting. But she did not bind up her hair and hide it beneath the heavy wig and it's attached crown. Instead she put on a simple circlet of gold over her own loose tresses. She was beautiful, alluring, and tempting, and she knew it. Ereshkigal sat herself upon the throne and awaited the battle to come.