Sun Mote Copse azure & ash

eshamun settled herself and her heart to listen openly to giana's words, her expression oft revealing the pain and shock she felt during the telling. but she thought no differently of the woman when the russet-marked wolfess had finished speaking. to experience so much  -- childbirth, loss, torture -- eshamun felt that giana spoke as if she had deserved the tragedies which had befallen her. such a thing was not for the ekar-aji to decide; it had humbled giana, brought her a broken vessel to the malkaria's borders, ready to be shaped upon the clay-plate of the potter.

"you have suffered so very much, and molech saw fit to bring you here. perhaps the gods put these trials before you, to shape your path to these lands. whatever it may be, know that you are a member of the malkaria now, and there is new life for you here." she gave giana a gentle smile. "and i am here for you also."