Sun Mote Copse The Fruit of the Spirit Is Love

If the many armed god was what made Ashera happy, Ragna would not fault her for it. Her piety was true and sincere, though Ragna thought that her zeal was dangerous. Not for others, Ashera didn't seem the violent type. No, not for others, but dangerous for herself. Could she study her religions teachings critically? She seemed the type to take the word of god as gospel truth with blind faith.

What duty does he have to me? she asked, brow furrowed. She knew that he was meant to impregnate the females of the Malkaria, but that did not include her. After all, she was not female, but kurgarru, and that exempted her from having to reproduce. It didn't occur to her that Ashera wouldn't know this. Yet finally, with all of Ashera's innuendo and sly smiles, Ragna caught on. N...no. That is not for me, she said, stumbling over her words in embarrassment. Eshamun said so. It would clash with my... my masculinity. She shook her head, cheeks burning with this new knowledge. Eshamun said that she wouldn't have to do this duty, and they certainly couldn't make her.