Sun Mote Copse The Fruit of the Spirit Is Love

Asherah smiled at Ragna as she replied, noting that the female seemed to be one of few words. At least, for now. "Thank you." Molech was happiness, and serving the Many Armed God and Eshamun was all Asherah wanted to do. She was well and truly devoted, there was not a single atom in her entire being that did not yearn for it. Her conversion had been quick, easier than some perhaps because of her despair. She believed it was meant to be, however, believed she was meant to follow the word of Molech from birth. Somehow...things had simply gone awry, and it wasn't until Eshamun that Molech had a true chance to enter her life.

Asherah was pleased Ragna enjoyed living here and waved her tail in response. The female did not seem to truly understand her subtle jesting, but it did not dull Asherah's sly smile. "He offers further teaching of Molech, as well as teachings about our structure. His place, and your place, under Eshamun and Arunik'ra. He can teach you of his duty to you, to us." She grinned here. "He was an exceptional teacher for me...and he is gentle." She wondered if Ragna had caught some of her meaning now, but decided she wouldn't outright say what Ar-Khalba could show her. Let it be a pleasant surprise as it had been for Asherah. 

Her comment about his being gentle brought a vision of the end of their mating together, as he grew rougher and harder until he too was consumed in burning fire and reached his peak. He was gentle when it was needed, but rough when rough was needed. She shifted on her feet, realizing she should change her thoughts. Her desire was rising, and there was no place for that now but a cool swim.