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

Asherah noted that Arunik'ra too seemed still excited, and why should she not be? The journey here had been a success, already they had claimed lands and earned two new members: herself and Ragna. Who knew how many more would follow, how large their population would grow? Who knew the things they could achieve through Molech?

"And also through you, Sister!" She returned, her voice light and laughing. "A wondrous spot." She agreed with her sister. She beamed at the mention of the hunt, shutting her eyes and shaking her head in delight. "A great victory, a great hunt. Molech shines so brightly on us, and truly we worked so very well together. I believe we all felt the guiding of the Many Armed God last night." Her sister's giggle brought one of her own as she turned to stare into the distance.

"It most certainly needs a name. A great name, in fact. Shall we name it for Eshamun to memorialize her for years to come? Or for Molech, for that is who's grace finds us here?" She paused a moment, thinking. "What were landmarks named in your birth pack, Arunik'ra? What was the land like, as well? It must have been wonderful to be surrounded by so many believers." Her eyes were still aglow, picturing the great pack of Molech beyond the horizon.