Sticks and stones

The scent of family was the sweetest Virgil had ever known, warm and welcomed. For a while she?d been alone in these lands, stranded, outcast and sent to scout their next source of power. It was lonely, that she would never deny, and yet it seemed slowly and surely her loved ones were coming after her. The matriarch felt wicked for ever truly thinking they would abandon her; blood ran thick, after all, especially in the kin of the gods.
If the sweet smell was not enough, the summons was. Her younger cousin, dear Demeter, was seemingly present. The golden girl did not hesitate; instead her legs carried her deftly towards the source. Part of her feared she was imagining the noise, and yet when her eyes landed upon the dark toned maiden, she could not help the yip of joy the left her lips. ?Demeter!? she greeted, rushing forth with little restraint. She sought to press close to her younger cousin, to pull her into a wolfish hug if at all possible. ?Missed me?? she asked, a friendly, teasing tone. Virgil?s actions clearly revealed how much she had missed the younger girl.