Cedar Sweep From Whence You Came

asherah spoke as eshamun knew she would; she kissed her young sister gently upon the cheek and did bid the acolyte to walk beside her. theirs was a leisurely stroll across the silken emerald grasses beyond the water, pleasantly silent save for the song of birds nesting in the branches o'erhead. she basked in the camaraderie shared by herself and asherah, and paused every so often to point out a shy rabbit or striking flower.

"asherah," the canaanite murmured at length, settling the warm emerald of her gaze upon the loveliness of her sister's face. "what role do you wish among us, if you could choose anything that you liked."