Heron Lake Plateau quam amoena

he was a leader; that much she gleaned from the movement of his steps, the powerful ripple of musculature beneath his oddly colored coat. his voice was gentle, yet commanding, and eshamun knew it would inspire fealty in those he chose to follow him. she lifted her chin with a small smile as he drew near, and cupped his words within her ears.

"i am," eshamun answered, placing her gaze upon his own. "we are the malkaria, and i am our ekar-aji. my name is eshamun," she added. "i do not know of this place you speak, but it sounds quite beautiful." there were several groups settling in this area, it seemed.