Sun Mote Copse surrendra's breath

let's say after, for timelines' sake

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eshamun did as she was bid, smiling widely at asherah. the woman held grief in her heart still, of this the ekar-aji was sure. and so she held the acolyte's eyes for a moment, before dropping her gaze to the gently moving bundles on the warm floor of the den. "what are their names?" one child stayed burrowed near asherah's breast, but the other was squirming toward her. eshamun pushed forward the scapula she had brought into the den and waited to see what the little one would make of it.[/tr][/td][/table]