The instant Annanu and Enkidu truly heard Humbaba's voice was also the instant their wills connected, and the storm vanished.
Standing before the flower was a small figure.
Though small, it was still much larger than the flower.
Just as Annanu and Enkidu understood, the figure had a head and limbs, but no patterns or antlers.
Instead, she had delicate, beautiful features. Dressed in a pure white skirt and barefoot upon the ground, she wore a radiant smile as she looked at the two enormous mud figures seated before her.
"Wow."
Annanu and Enkidu did not understand what this was.
But—was it perhaps human too?
No, probably not?
They did not know what the creature before them was, much less that the things on her face were called features, or that what she wore was called a skirt.
Nor did they know that the look in her eyes was called "gentleness," or that the curve at the corners of her mouth was called a "smile."
Annanu and Enkidu merely found it strange.
The mud figures were confused and began to think.
This was a naturally manifested phenomenon, a strange occurrence that had appeared at the instant they understood one another.
Still, there were some things worth noting.
Something flickered around the thing that looked so much like a human.
Was it protecting her?
Those gleaming existences, like rainbows after the rain.
There were seven of them in total, spinning and turning, setting off the smile on her face.
But these were not things the mud figures could understand.
[What is that?]
The ends of their mud were still connected, and Annanu curiously asked Enkidu.
[I don't know.]
Their conversation took place through the exchange of their souls.
"Are you called Annanu and Enkidu? How amazing." The girl named Humbaba laughed