A THOUSAND ARMIES COULDN'T KEEP ME OUT

She smells them in the wind, a pleasant touch to the frigid Northern air. They are coming here, to these lands, infiltrating them step by step. It pleases the matriarch, pleases her that her family is slowly coming to her. Amenti is her base for now, and perhaps she will drag her family there for a time, but for now Virgil is all business. Each step carries her closer to a place where she is to launch a summons, a call. Come, my family, and we will take our first steps towards an empire she thinks, grin flickering onto her pretty face.
The woods are not ideal; they are not as secretive as the goddess would prefer, and yet they will do. She lifts her snout towards the heavens, bellowing out a call for all those who bare Olympus blood. Will they come to her? She hopes so; she is their leader, at least one of them, and she bares news of her intentions. Tail wavers behind her as she awaits them, a longing sits deep in her chest. She?s been parted from them for so long, and now they will hear her call, and now she hopes they will come to her.