Sun Mote Copse bitter melodies turning your orbit around

arunik'ra noticed the troubled expression that consumed her sister's face, and immediately she wished to banish it from the realm of wolves. she set upright and looked upon asherah with concern, and understanding the context in which the woman spoke the priestess rose to her feet and walked away, motioning for asherah to follow. "of course." she inferred gravely, taking slow steps away from the shrine with deliberate placement. she trusted whatever troubled asherah was of great importance, and dearly wished to assist her sister in whatever means she could.