Sun Mote Copse calalily

arunik'ra's features, while sharp, were not laced with harshness -- if anything, the female's sudden trepidation caused a visible softening the sunspear's usually pinched countenance.

arunik'ra could be convinced by any means to speak of molech; it was her purpose and her passion. she tucked her thin stomach, resting on her long haunches -- if honey wished to learn about molech, arunik'ra would happily supply tutelage.

"molech - that is the god's name." she spoke, her tongue thick with accent. she would have launched into a long (albeit not very well-worded) explanation but instead thought it better to ask first: "how much does this one know about molech?"