Sun Mote Copse i just need you, my river

arunik'ra was attended by another, a woman who was robed in stone and scarlet. eshamun drew near after a time, curious as to what molech had blessed the sunspear with, and was not disappointed. a great monument reared itself amidst the tangle of the forest's touch, and the tophet-woman drew in an audible breath of ecstasy.

"res drunak," she murmured reverently. "we are blessed; he has turned his eye away and given us a safe bower in its place." eshamun pressed her lips against the coolness of the rock, her eyes fluttering closed for a long moment of reverence.