Sun Mote Copse you were made for starlit things

arunik'ra had tidied their makeshift den, stealing back and forth through the sun-dappled copse on hurried legs. molech had not lead the small harem astray; while the vegetation was sparse even arunik'ra could see the promise here. it was clear their god had great designations ahead, and arunik'ra would not leave molech wanting.

the red priestess had noticed eshamun's return; she wished to witness the flush of her sister's efforts herself, but kept herself busy until eshamun was ready. finally her impatience got the better of her, and she stole towards eshamun's direction. her sharply triangular ears fastened ahead as she heard the efforts of her sister amidst a small bloom of dust. "hale, ekar-aji." she proclaimed solemnly, canting her slender muzzle to the side in deference.