Sun Mote Copse A safer car, baby smiling in back seat

It was not long before Ar-Khalba was joined by his queen. She took her place at his side and looked around, assessing the merit of Ar-Khalba's discovery with the same awestruck wonderment that he had prior. The grove was nothing short of beautiful, thought Ar-Khalba, especially during the golden hour of evening such as this. His gaze fell from the tree tops and landed upon Eshamun's face. Just as the sun's rays filtered through the leaves, the golden light caught in the fur of Eshamun's face. It glowed; surrounded by a god-like halo.

Briefly, their eyes met as she turned to him. Ar-Khalba diverted his gaze slightly downward. "Look to the sun," he replied. Not directly, of course, but that was beside the point. "Now close your eyes and listen. Hear the whisper of the wind pass though the leaves. Hear the quiet that surrounds; that passes through you -- through me. There is peace here. Calm." He smiled, knowing this place fit him well. "I will get much work done in this place."