Sun Mote Copse Fitter, Happier, More Productive

arunik'ra closed her eyes, and in a way, in that gesture she had closed off an entire section of the world. she let the dark hum about her, felt the intensity of the night rise -- even the punctured snaps of bones and gristle seemed to gain new meaning in her committed and unseeing darkness.

it was interrupted when ar-khalba spoke, but arunik'ra did not mind. she opened her eyes, the roundness of her pupils slendering into harsh slits. "it is pleasant." the scarlet priestess conceded, crossing a single angular limb atop another. "do you know what else is pleasing, ar-khalba?" she cast him a wry glance, savoring the pause -- "doing one's duty." a disappointing way to end an inquiry that seemed like it was leading somewhere.. "have you done your duty with the ekar-aji?"