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Asherah too was pleased to have finally settled on comfortable grounds in concern to Ragna's calling. The white wolf agreed and Asherah beamed and nodded, pleased to hear the other call her sister. As she asked her question, it became clear that Ragna did not know where she fell either. Asherah wondered, though truly she didn't think that being on the male side would be overly bad. Of course, as a female it was something she didn't have to worry over.

She nodded, sure that Eshamun would know. "She will. Perhaps I will seek her out to learn more of the Kurgarru, or any other such genders or types. I learn something new everyday here." She smiled again. "Thank you for sharing with me, Ragna." This meeting had been a pleasing one to Asherah. She had met Ragna, established a relationship with her and now knew more of the Malkaria culture. She'd also established a way to not insult Ragna when referring to her, a way to make her more comfortable. "I won't hog your entire day, Ragna. It was wonderful to meet you officially today. I hope we can speak again soon." She gave another grin, then dipped her head before turning to and continuing on her way.