Shadewood quam beningna

lady absinthe spoke, and the canaanite nodded, admiring the elegant lines of the ashfurred woman's body. she would have spoken, but it was then that the other took her leave. eshamun dipped her head in a bow. "we are well-met, lady," came her voice through its heavy tones. "i wish you the same."

her eyes followed the island-dweller as she moved away, and then eshamun too turned and trotted in the direction of the copse, thinking upon all that had been said.