Cedar Sweep jewel

eshamun listened, meeting his strides with her own. his words flowed through her ears and she found herself nodding, smiling at the man alongside her. she had asked for the sound of his voice, and he had provided her a rich banquet indeed. "i am from the hotlands, over which the sun burns red and yellow. there we live harmoniously, and worship the great one, molech. we are the malkaria;" she sighed the name of her people.

"we are led by women, such as myself, and priestesses, like my sister. our men tend our children and stay within our borders. we go out to hunt and to forage, to guard our lands, and we seek lovers to father our cubs. each year, one or two may be given back to molech at birth, so that molech may grant us favour in the new year. it is our way, and now it is my way."