#cotes

Gilgamesh had learned those blossoms always attracted souls to loiter and wander under their pale flowers and dark wood. The sight was worthy of being captured in his treasury, another fragment added to his precious gardens. 

But that evening there was another treasure standing in his garden. The green hair swaying in the breeze, it was almost impossible not to confuse him for Enkidu. 

Gilgamesh was wary, he could not know for certain, he knew Enkidu would be somewhere else. But the closer he got, the more evident it became. 

And yet, he tried his luck for a reaction.