Sun Mote Copse you were made for starlit things

though arunik'ra did not think herself beautiful, eshamun thought her sister was possessed of a certain poised beauty the queen lacked. where the ekar-aji was devoted, zestful in her intentions, the priestess was calm and logical, cool water to temper the fire-brightness of eshamun's devotion. they complemented each other, the woman decided.

"food," she nodded. "the stream is our best chance at such," eshamun murmured, sliding into a slow lope in the direction of the waters. arunik'ra would follow, but she set a gentle pace for the two of them, that they might talk as they searched for sustenance.