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ragna came to her side, and eshamun extended her muzzle to brush the other's cheek. her touch lingered, and she felt the breath of desire within her, but the ekar-aji did not dare keep herself close, too close, for surely she would fall prey to the wretch of her ignorance when it came to the wants of the shieldmaiden. she wanted only to do right in the eyes of molech, but her viridian gaze met silently the eyes of the other for a moment before she turned them forward.

"the role of guardian, it falls now to you, for children shall be brought forth again. but you shall not be alone." eshamun paused for several heartbeats, moving in silence, before she began again. "i am not a woman of ferocity, but i wish to be. will you ... will you tell me of the snows that are to come? this will be my first true winter. and then, ragna, will you teach me to fight?"

her breath caught in her throat; the canaanite halted and watched the shieldmaiden quietly, wondering if ragna would deign to share such intricacies and magick with her.