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I LOVE IT!

sitar'ra's horn.

arunik'ra knew that was it - it carried importance with it. gravitas. she leaned back and took in the view once more, repeating inwardly asherah's idea.

she loved it, and it showed clearly on her face. "it is befitting!" she exclaimed, a wave of her tail given in delight. it was a most worthy name, and asherah a most worthy supplicant to view it.

"sitar'ra's horn." she recanted, savoring the weight of it. "i shall tell @Eshamun of your contribution. she will love it, surely." the subject of her sister brought a slight pause from the priestess, and she turned to asherah with new purpose in her gaze. "have you been learning lots under eshamun's tutelage? is there anything you wish for me to help you with?"