Sun Mote Copse from dusk until dawn

the red priestess watched as the juvenile rephrased the word, savoring it. malkaria. it gave arunik'ra a grave and terrible sense of pleasure hearing molech's words articulated by a heathen; and it gave her greater pleasure to indoctrinate heathens into the fold.

digit's reply seemed honest, and while arunik'ra appreciated the transparency she was not entirely forthright in her next reply. "the malkaria are home to worshippers." she started, gazing over the agouti in the hopes to catch a reaction to the word 'worshipper' if there was any. "believers are welcome, but it is best for all if those with shaky conviction to pass us by." that was it -- the statement that would expose digit for a believer or a fraud -- it was whatever digit's reaction was in the next few minutes that would decide her fate that sunny morning.