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

Asherah smiled happily as Arunik'ra began to beam. She nodded, tail waving. The name itself fell off the tongue like butter, sticking to the ground and claiming it in a final way. Arunik'ra turned back to her, gaze bright and delighted. She asked for the second part and while Asherah agreed that watch didn't have the right ring, she was drawing a blank. She glanced around, humming aloud as she thought.

"Sitar'ra's..." She was stuck, so great an aspect was it to name part of this land that none seemed good enough. Vista seemed to plain, as did view. Crest was not grand enough. "..rise? Oh, it seems to hard to name such a lovely place. Sitar'ra's Bask?" Even the last seemed strange on her tongue, though the meaning behind it was there. It was easy to bask in the glory of Molech here, to see all the beauty that had been created. "Sitar'ra's Revel, Gaze..." She trailed away again, her brow furrowed in thought. "Sitar'ra's Horn?" She said, at last, feeling like that might be the best she'd said yet. Her eyes turned to her Priestess, waiting for her favorite or a suggestion.