Sun Mote Copse The Fruit of the Spirit Is Love

Asherah smiled as Ragna asked what duty Ar-Khalba had to her. "Anything you desire. Males in our pack fall below the rank of a female. He must attend to your needs, whatever they may be." Here again her eyes sparked, the sly smile flashed. Ragna seemed to finally understand though, and stuttered out a refusal. 

Asherah's head tilted, confusion on her face. "I apologize, Sister. I did not know Eshamun had set a different task out for you. Ar-Khalba's services are not something that is required, they are simply there if you so desire." The comment about masculinity struck Asherah and she, as covertly as possible, glanced between the female's legs. "Mas...Your masculinity? I'm afraid I don't understand. I...You are a sister, are you not?" She stumbled over her words, unsure of what or how to say what she meant. She was not upset nor judgemental of Ragna's words...but she was very confused.

"Ar-Khalba is still a fine teacher, you need not learn...all of them, if you don't want to. The decision lies within you, not within him. As I said, he serves your desires, your needs. If you have no need of those teachings, he will not provide them." She attempted to reassure the other, wanting her to know that Ar-Khalba wouldn't try to climb atop her without express consent and request.