Sun Mote Copse Splintered

She watched the two eat, noted their appetites. She kept close watch on them, wanting to be assured of their health. It was hard to imagine, to remember, that she was a first time mother. The interactions came naturally, but also came fear that would have been helped by others. She worried over them, perhaps more than she should. It hadn't occurred to her that she might be being overly protective. But they were safe, and they were fed and that is what mattered.

Anatha questioned her gently, small eyes looking up into her mother's. Asherah smiled, her heart bursting with joy. This is how it starts, she thought gleefully. This is how their love begins. "Molech is everywhere, Anatha." She breathed happily, pointing to each object with a smile as she went. "In the sky, in the trees. Molech lives in my heart, and in yours, and Elohim's." For a moment she grew quiet, not wanting to overwhelm the sweet girl. "Molech is where you come from, sweet ones, the one who gave you to me." The words slipped easily from her mouth, and with them the idea of Ar-Khalba was gone for good. "Molech is your Father, our God."