Sun Mote Copse these hard times can last us so very long

arunik'ra, belly full and spirits high, clambered atop the rocky ridge that marked the westernmost rim of their sun-dappled hold. below her the valley swept away in goldenrod hues, the gentle roll of distant foothills a verdant, soft olive-green. on slender, stilt-like limbs the priestess hovered over the descent, casting her gaze towards the shadowed tree-line where a long shadow broke through the shaded flats. arunik'ra was certain it was @Asherah and with a bright yip dove down the hill towards her friend.