"W-Worship him?" Verra and Serra blurted out at the same time, their voices overlapping awkwardly.
The two of them instantly turned to face each other, eyes wide, before snapping their gazes back to Artemis. The uncertainty in their expressions was plain as day.
They weren't really in it—at least, not fully. Hesitation clung to them like a chain. And that hesitation wasn't born out of hatred. It wasn't like elves despised every other race that wasn't their own, but they had their issues, especially when it came to trust.
Trust was the one thing they lacked the most. It was such a fragile thing for them that they could barely even manage it among their own kind, much less with outsiders. Their distrust ran so deep it had already warped the way they lived. Their entire race was made of females, yet instead of seeking something beyond, they resorted to only having sex with each other, not because of choice, but because it was safer that way.
