Sun Mote Copse world's water

the woman held a cold beauty beneath her scars, though eshamun's eyes were drawn to the odd circlet that decorated the stranger's neck. what curse did the other hold -- or perhaps it was not such. perhaps it was merely something that eshamun did not understand, and she accepted this wholeheartedly. "yes," the canaanite rejoined, a smile curving her lips. 

"what brings you to this copse?" eshamun added, drawing near with a slow extending of her muzzle to take the other's scent, if she was allowed.