by Yerkan of Elish » Sat Oct 05, 2013 3:30 am
"Send, send, send. You sound as though this is all "The Council's" doing, as though I have no motives of my own. Certainly there was some sending when we had no idea who or what you were. Perhaps we still do not. It is not my intention to tell you all of my suspicions or all of my knowledge.
"But really, you think that they sent me to you? I have given them no reports on you in a long time; we are gods and see far enough without me upsetting the delicate balance of my own goals. Me reporting to them on you would probably harm them even more than me keeping to myself, given your sense of humor.
"Infant trickster. Pubescent explorer. These insults are out of place, and I take no offence at them. Age has little meaning these days, and I am content with my current position. There is no shame in being less Steep than another.
"What you want and what you are planning or working on, I do not pretend to know. But hear this: it has been some time since you surprised me, if ever you have."
I transform into my sturdiest form: that of a Tick, and crawl up to peer into the hole.
I chuckle. "Well, if nothing else, I was right; even the great Trickster agrees."
enuma eliš la nabuú šámamu
šapliš ammatum šuma la zakrat
gipara la kiissuru susaa la she'uú
enuma dingir dingir la šupuu manama