Sun Mote Copse azure & ash

the sour scent of vomitus came to eshamun, mingled with giana's scent -- she quickened her pace and drew near to the wolfess, who seemed quite elated despite her sickness. "are you ill?" the ekar-aji blurted, worried that whatever malady had seemed to plague giana at her joining had come back to claim the baakar. but there was no scent of rot in the other's blood, nor beneath her skin, and so eshamun relaxed and gave the other a pointed look.

giana's departure from the borders had not gone unnoticed, and nor had her return. the red woman wondered then if she had been worshipping molech with her body, as was directed of her, and the idea curved her lips, but still she did not speak — not yet.