UP AGAINST THE WALL

The woman she sees is a stranger, but she does not greet her with aggression. Virgil carries herself well, like the god she is, head held up high and fiery eyes locked upon the snowy-colored woman. She has no reason to be aggressive, and so she isn?t. She smiles gently, a friendly soul, at least as far as this stranger is concerned. ?And if I told you that battle is my main hobby?? she questions amusedly. It is not a threat in the slightest hint of the word. It is small talk, a meaningless inquiry. She wishes to glean what knowledge she can from this woman, so that she can determine more about these lands.
Knowledge is power, after all.