Sunbeam Lair a longer table, not a taller fence

ve bachche mere hain.

the seraph swayed as she recited the chants, voice barely above a whisper. aatma was making his ascent over the world, the silver eye of the spirit king staring down through the split ceiling. he spoke to her, commanded her — those children belong to me, he'd said.

main unhen aapaka naam sikhaoonga.

the distant fall of footsteps broke bhediya's trance. she began a slow turn and stood, stretching to loosen her muscles. a breeze along her underbelly pushed her forward in the direction of the cavern's opening. hello? she called out, then waited for a response.