Sun Mote Copse a forest set fire as i wept in fear for things

arunik'ra placed the slender branch of a bent birch facing the sun's descent, studying the coruscating and dying light that reflected off of the wrist-like twigs. molech's desires were still unknown to her, but arunik'ra was steadfast in her belief molech would show her the way through divination.

a voice punctuated the solemnity of her task and the firestorm lifted her gaze, settling on the unknown form of a stranger. quickly the priestess stood erect, ears and tail raised proudly. "tending to the will of molech." she purled, a grim smile cutting across her daggerlike muzzle. "have you come to give the all-seeing eye your faith?"