Cedar Sweep From Whence You Came

i couldnt match length...im so sorry ;_;

asherah lifted her face, and eshamun saw there the pain, the quarrel within the girl. but she did not speak, merely cupping her ears forward to hold the acolyte's words. asherah spoke at length, as she oft did, but with the eloquence and zeal eshamun so loved; she found herself moved to tears by the other's committment to molech. how could such a new worshipper believe in the god with such openness when there was doubt in her own heart?

swallowing past the sudden tightness of her throat, eshamun nodded with trembling lips at the other. "i too must thank molech -- for you. asherah, your name is the name of our mother, and your passion is her lifeblood. you are our very heart -- i believe you have within you the ability to be the greatest of us," eshamun added, a bit breathlessly, "for molech has shone the light upon you, and your radiance does not go unseen. thank you for your faith."