Falls of the Hinterlands opal

The pride and love in Eshamun's eyes in turn made Asherah all the more proud. She deeply adored her family and the God that had made it all possible. Listening to both her Preistess and leader, she stood tall and confident, prepared to face whatever task they asked of her. Her ears perked at the mention of a cave, wondering what importance this held. She did not hesitate to follow, her actions giving truth to the words she had spoken only moments earlier.

The water beat down on her back, the sound thundering in her ears. It felt like traveling to another world, like being born. The world on the other side of the falls was darker, for obvious reason. The sound of the falls thrummed within the air, bouncing off the walls. Eshamun shook, and Asherah followed suit. She looked around the place and commit it to memory, knowing that this was a pivotal point in her life. With all her heart and soul she believed that this was something worth telling, worth knowing.

Before her sat a hole in the mud, and her eyes moved from it, to Eshamun as the woman began to speak. At the mention of preistess acolytes she felt a shiver race down her spine. Eshamun had begun the journey with the words of begining her rites, but hearing it again made it seem all the more real. There was no fear in her. A smile bloomed on her face, though her eyes betrayed her as being nervous, nervous only that she still might not deserve this rite. 

She shared one last glance with both the women before stepping forward and dipping her muzzle down. She drank deeply despite the taste of the plant, fighting and succeeding to keep her face serene. She drank a few great swallows before she lift her head and look to Eshamun for more instruction. She had drained much of what lay in the pool. Carefully she lowered her rump to the ground. As moments passed, her head began to feel lighter and she turned her eyes to Eshamun, silently asking if this was the first sign of a vision to come.