Sunset Valley Tspēsh

Aspa’s golden gaze brightened with a smile she could not contain. This was what she had come to seek, what all mothers sought: the assurance of a prosperous and blessed lineage.

De kan give velsignelser. she declared. Men hvorfor skulle de? Aspa advanced once more, reclaiming the space Ayovi had carved between them.

Gudene... mine guder, dine... vores guder. De er legesyge, deres vilje er uden for os... og hvad de giver, kommer med en pris. She spoke with a tone that grew graver, more foreboding. Hvad ønsker du for disse børn? Hvad kunne de have ud over en Pauite-mor og en bjørn af en far? Eager, her ears stood attentively in the direction of the lady clad in white, curious.