Falls of the Hinterlands opal

Will fade after this!

The world blossomed into colors that Asherah had never seen before. She looked to Eshamun and saw the smile, but the other's face was soon so bright that Asherah had to look away. The cave around her melted away and she felt the warmth of the sun burning within her. Or perhaps it was the potion? She lifted her eyes to a sky of kalidoscopic colors, shifting and changing even as she looked. 

She felt no fear, for even in her state she knew Molech would protect her. As she watched the sky, marveled at the lightness in her limbs, she saw a black spec appear among the colors. She blinked, attempting to clear it, but it only grew bigger. Though the shape kept approaching, growing closer and closer to her, she felt no reason to be alarmed. She smiled softly, lazily, at the now not so small spec. Before long it touched the ground, ground that she now noticed was covered in vibrant green grass. She rubbed a paw along the plant, feeling the tickle of it on her pad. For a moment she was distracted by the grass, and did not see the shape approach.

When she felt a presence near her, she lifted her eyes and felt her mouth fall open and her eyes fill with tears. The once-spec was not before her, all at once towering over her and standing at eye-height. It had no features, seemed to be simply a shadow of swirling dark, but at the same time she could see the eyes. Her own eyes traced over this figure, noting the lupin shape of the body. She was not naive, she knew who this was. She dropped to her belly, sobs rising from her throat. One of the eight limbs lifted and touched her head. She felt warmth envelope her, heard the softest whisper in her brain. The voice was both masculine and deep, yet light and airy. 

"Asherah," It spoke, and she trembled with joy and pride. "Blessed are my people. Those who would give all to me. Blessed are you, child of renewed faith. One who lived in shadows and leapt into the light. Know that I am here, and heed the sights I send to you." She nodded, groveling at the paws of her god. She thought to speak, but as she blinked the presence before her flashed into bright and blinding flame. It seared at her skin and fur, but she felt pleasure in the consumption. It was not a painful fire, but a cleansing one. She basked in the radiance.

No sooner had the fire consumed her whole, did it slowly cool. She glanced around her. A den lay near, the inside shadows glowing as if the sun hid inside. She followed without a thought, sticking her head in the earthen hole. Once more the light was too bright for her, and she had to wince against the power. Soon it moved, splitting into two. The fire of Molech lowered to the ground, pooling against the dirt like water. Before her eyes it formed the shape of two children, two pups. They grew before her, transitioning from newborn to adult in a matter of seconds. 

As they grew they glowed bright, illuminating the den, the world. Covering the earth with light. The fire dimmed against, retreating into the eyes of the wolves. As quickly as they had grown they receded, back into pups shapes and then, back into liquid flame. This flame rolled across the ground, flowing as a stream. It climbed Asherah's legs, her chest, soon it covered her eyes with radiance. She felt the presence of Molech at her side, heard the whisper of the voice once more. 

The remained of her visions would be less dramatic, harder to interpret. Her body did not move, even as she roamed this world of color in her dreamlike state. She lay beside Eshamun, seeing the Light of Molech dance about her.