ISHTARâS  well aware of her own staring, but it canât be helped. This woman... Sparkled from head to toe. Literally ! If they were in the sun, regardless of which angle the woman presented herself in, Ishtar would go blind. ... Itâs beautiful. ... Itâs infuriating ! Â
   â  Are they offerings ?  â  The goddess finally asks, gesturing toward her fine jewelry with a half-crooked finger. Her gaze lingers on that headdress in particular... Something dazzling and dainty like that would complement this new dark hair of hers perfectly. How come no one ever made offerings this good to her, even in Urukâs glory days ?Â
   â  You know... From love-struck suitors. Perhaps even worshipers... ?  â
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