Atop the Lookout, Asha'rah meditated, keeping her senses outstretched and her soul still as she guarded Zurvan from above. Hakai energy flared from below where Ishtar stood beside her father. Not hostile or unsettled, but...powerful and loosening, as if long-sleeping muscles began to stretch. Come what may, Asha'rah wished Ishtar no ill. If she were had been nudged forth in ascension's direction, Asha'rah wanted nothing but the best for her.
Come what may.