Sun Mote Copse ravenflight

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if her mother could lay eyes upon her now, eshamun had no doubt that the great priestess would have her beaten, even driven out of the malkaria. in a larger pack, one could afford to cling to the ideals of the malkaria, adhere to them steadfastly. eshamun must keep the laws of her mother and foremother, and all that had come before her, for the sake of those who would follow. but ar-khalba's warm embrace provided a security of which she was bereft! how was such a thing wicked?
"i love when you take me in your arms," was her quiet rejoinder, though guilt sliced through the ekar-aji, and she soon pulled away with a small smile, one that faded quickly. "i must speak with you of something: the fate of the malkaria."[/tr][/td][/table]