Sun Mote Copse yellow ranger

With first contact, Eshamun pulled Ragna close, worrying at her ear. Though she eclipsed the Ekar-aji in size, Ragna felt so much smaller. For the first time in a very, very long time she felt as young as she was, and she was wracked by a quiet, tearless sob. She was lost, and thought that she had found somewhere to be. The fear that she could lose that, that she might have to turn away, was difficult to bear.

As close as they were, Ragna could hear Eshamun's chest vibrate with each word. That, combined with the sweet sound of the red woman's voice, soothed the ragged edges of Ragna's fear. Free, she repeated. Will you tell me more? About the [i]kurgarru? It would serve as a reminder of why she was there. To protect and, in turn, have this most intimate part of her protected.