Sun Mote Copse Can you feel the Schadenfreude?

the voice of a man was upon the air.

eshamun paused where she had been laying a rabbit in a cache, near to where asherah had made her den. so. molech had provided after all. not only could this be a man for the kurvat to oversee, perhaps this was the god's way of telling the ekar-aji she need not stray far to fulfill her promise. eshamun finished her task and slid into a smooth lope, one that carried her to a stop between the bristling giana and the sweet-voiced asherah.

her viridian eyes fell upon the man, roamed over the odd thing at his feet, and lingered atop his altogether mangy appearance. "for what have you come?" the ekar-aji asked gently, returning her gaze to his face. if he wished a place here, the man would do well to give an honest answer.