Sun Mote Copse i just need you, my river

all of arunik'ra's efforts the last several hours had been dedicated to molech's newest shrine; the first shrine that would mark the malkarian's reign and molech's indomitable will. the large boulder had been discovered only by molech's design -- and when arunik'ra beheld the stone she knew then and there her day's providence. she set immediately to tidying the foot of the altar, her teeth pulling from the dried earth wiry-brush and tangled sage. before long arunik'ra had amassed a smile pile of wild refuge from errant fern and shrub alike.