Sun Mote Copse red breath

Asherah's mind whirled with noise, the repeated prayers that she silently sent, not wanting to disturb the ritual or corrupt the offering, even with prayer. She stared at the tiny bodies as they came into the world and then closed her eyes a moment. They were beautiful. She turned her gaze skyward, gathering strength from Molech, before they dropped back down to the children.

"They will know your embrace, take them into your arms quickly, dear Molech. Hold them close and safe, warm them with your eternal light." Her eyes watched Eshamun and Arunik'ra, the concern for her sister's shown within the orange pools. This was for the best, this was what was needed. The children would not suffer, they would go straight to Molech's arms. It didn't stop her concern for how the loss would take it's toll on Eshamun. In time she would be able to look back and accept this day for the blessing and honor it was. However...a mother must mourn, and Molech surely would understand.