Sun Mote Copse kyrie, fons bonitatis

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eshamun listened to ragna, intrigued. she had heard of this fluidity before -- there had been a priestess before her mother who had been so, a mixture of both male and female. their service to the gods had been full and unquestioned, and now it seemed to be embodied in ragna. eshamun knew nothing of the world around them, or if wolves would be accepting of the shieldmaiden, but she herself felt nothing but warmth for the somber wolfess. "kurgarru," the canaanite murmured gently. "it is our word for what you are: neither, but devoted, and hopefully among us you will be devoted to molech and to inanna."

"no matter," she said of ragna's age, pressing on. "if you are kurgarru, i will not ask that of you. it would interfere too harshly with the masculinity within your soul, ragna," eshamun murmured. "serve us well. serve molech. honor the god in all that you do. that is what i ask."