Sun Mote Copse kyrie, fons bonitatis

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there was another moon to go, eshamun decided, before she was delivered of her children. molech's seed, she corrected herself silently. her sides had grown heavy with her fertile burden, and she felt them move often. and though her heart was pained at the thought of givin them to the god, it was for the greater good of the malkaria that this must be done. 

she paced the corridors of their home in silence, contemplating the upcoming birth and also how to best initiate asherah into their ways. the birdsong was faint, deep as she was in the copse, but shafts of warm sunlight cut through the canopy, and dappled the moving wolf in golden patterns.