Sun Mote Copse The Fruit of the Spirit Is Love

Ragna shook her head at Asherah's apology, but still the woman felt guilt. She wanted to make friends with her new packmate, not make her...him...Ragna feel forced into anything. Ragna's voice was kind though, and Asherah nodded but still frowned. "I will know now." She said, smiling softly at the white wolf. The answer to what to call her sent Asherah nodding again. "Ragna it is. I will have many sister's and brother's here, but you shall be my only Ragna." Her tail waved and a small smile covered her face.

Asherah shrugged her shoulders, dismissing Ragna's words. "There is no way to know Molech's will. By all rights, you are as you were intended. It is simply that our world looks in the physical before anything else. Perhaps in Eshamun's home they would be different. I do not know, truly. I only know Molech has made you, yourself an image of the Many Armed God." Asherah regarded Ragna thoughtfully for a moment. "In our hierarchy, where is your position, did Eshamun say? Are you somewhere in the middle? Ranked with Ar-Khalba, or myself?" Briefly she wondered if Ragna would partner with a female instead of a male, or if she would partner at all. Did Molech allow the women to take pleasure with women? She thought it seemed likely, but didn't know.