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

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eshamun did as ar-khalba bid, lifting her face toward the aureate glow of the great orb and closing her eyes. she did indeed hear what he had guided her to sense, the rustle of the crisp breeze through the multi-hued leaves, the serenity that slid to envelop her with velveteen arms. "it is a blessed place indeed, ar-khalba." a smile came to her then.
"a woman must bring her lover here, to consecrate your grove. who will it be, khalba?" eshamun inquired, turning to him with a gentle look of affection.[/tr][/td][/table]