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despite her gravidity, eshamun found herself warmed by the man's steady gaze, her body responding as if she were a stripling. steeling herself, the canaanite nevertheless allowed herself a quiet smile, glancing up at this king of the roiled salt when he spoke. his voice was raw silk against dry stone, a rasp that was somehow also satin-edged, and charming in a plainly feral way. he recognized in her the awe she felt for his homeland, eshamun decided, and that he asked after her god showed to her that this man was worthy of the respect she had felt so suddenly.

"i am called eshamun. i am the ekar-aji of the malkaria, and we serve molech." her tones were thick with the accent of her homeland, but steady in her confidence in the great one's blessing, and beneath the watchful gaze of the large barred beast. "do you serve a god, nameless one?" she rejoined, her viridian eyes holding that of the man for a gentle moment.