Shadewood quam beningna

lady absinthe. such a royal name. "i am eshamun of the malkaria," she rejoined, thrilling with the sound of its name spoken aloud. pride rose in her breast; she need not the name nor their tongue be understood. that the malkaria would be spoken of in time was enough for the canaanite. "are you from this woodland? i do not mean to trespass," eshamun went on, though she was hopeful that she would not be ordered away.

stepping forward carefully, the melekh saw the face of her counterpart lit by a stray beam of moonlight. an ugly scar and haunting yellow eyes did not detract from the cold beauty of the ashenfurred wolfess, and there was an undeniable aura around lady absinthe that compelled eshamun.

"do you travel to commune with your god also?"