Sticks and stones

Excitement fluttered within her, and Virgil cared not that she seemed much like a crazed pup. It could never be said that the matriarch did not love her family members, and around a younger member such as Demeter she felt little pull to be stiff and formal. She listened to her cousin speaking, chuckling. ?One look at you, Dem, and they?d be so distracted they?d forget about me,? she said, and part of her felt off about having missed a part of Demeter?s life. They were together now, but she hated having been parted, having missed growing together. She made no mention that there may have been a male who had caught her attention; that would come later in the conversation, if Virgil chose to reveal it now at all. There was a chance the golden matriarch would decide to delay the revelation until she was more sure of herself.
The question of her whereabouts was easily answered. ?I?ve been searching for a new kingdom. I?m going to take a pack in these lands. Well, not these. I don?t want to freeze my ass off,? she said, making no secret of how much she detested colder lands. ?How have you been? Any bitches I need to slap, or do you have everybody in line?? she asked, her way of checking up on her best friend. She sighed at the mention of their parting being too long, agreeing. She?d missed the girl, missed her family, and now they were slowly trickling back into the lands. ?I?m not going anywhere now,? she promised. They would conquer these kingdoms; once Virgil was ready she would take a throne, and the Olympus name would stand in the prominence it deserved.