This was not something Nusku was going to handle for him. As skilled as his messenger was at getting things done the exact way Enlil preferred them, this required a more personal touch and his own appearance. Dealing with Enki was not something one sent a third party to do. The Lord of Storms well knew his brother could and would talk circles around any of the Anunnaki and confuse them from Heights Above to Irkalla and around again a minimum of forty seven times until one was so dizzy with confusion they forgot what the conversation was even about.
Clever his brother was, and silver-tongued. No, Enlil would go to Enki himself and Nusku would remain in Nippur to keep watch. The problematic part, he assumed, would be the uncomfortable air surrounding Ninhursag-ki, which... was his sticking issue and no one else's. He was the voice of Anu still, she was still his mother... she whom had abandoned Anu to become consort of Enki, the second son of Anu. As the first son of Anu this was... awkward at times. Did he refer to her as mother or...?
Awkward. It was awkward. Enlil hated that she made it awkward. Plenty of women out there and Enki could not have selected another for his mate?
Those thoughts filtered through his mind as Enlil traveled along from Nippur to speak to his brother on a matter of enough importance that he could not trust Enki to come to him in a timely fashion. Thoughts that halted when his eyes landed on a figure settled beneath a tree. A figure that was... talking? Curiously and quietly, to the point of bordering on stalking, Enlil moved closer to see...
… a baby? And was that his sister? “Stealing infants now, are we?” He asked in a manner only family would know was meant with humor. “If you'd like more, I've heard Enki has a veritable boatload of them he could loan you. Though, I would imagine moth...,” he sighed and corrected himself, “Ninhursag would take issue with that.”