Cedar Sweep runic

eshamun watched the lines of the other's body, her face, her expression. they shifted as the waters did, as the clouds did beneath the lash of storm and of nightfall. without hesitation she held the eyes of the other, ears cupped forward to hear the answer of the one who seemed who besieged by agonies.

the other then grew pensive, appraising; eshamun stood firmly beneath the silent questioning. whatever the other sought, she would find it within the bosom of molech. the eight-armed one took much, but he also gave a great deal to those who were faithful unto him. her heart thrummed within her chest at the anticipation of the woman's response.

doubt. she expected such, the cracked sound of the voice that lilted to answer her own. without speaking, eshamun approached more closely, ears falling back gently against her skull as she sought to touch gently the crimson shoulder of the other. "i know with all of my heart that he who i serve will heal your soul. look upon -- are we not sisters in appearance? are we not already bonded upon this matter? he has dried my tears and given me love, blessing beyond imagining. the great one speaks to me as i look upon you; step into his embrace and join me in this forest."