Damnable Curiosity

Perhaps she is making a friend. Friends are powerful things to have; the golden grown woman knows this very well. Politics were not always her strong suit, but she knew the basics. ?Be careful, they might just sing songs about us,? she says, teasing mostly. She notes that it is nice to might another of royal caliber, and she dips her head in agreement. ?Indeed. Refinement is a gene that seems to be wearing thin,? she notes. She is a goddess; she is refined and graceful by blood, and is allowed to note the clumsy tendencies of mortals. ?Virgil, simply. I am not yet an Empress, and that is my preferred title,? she says. ?And what of you?? it is a fair inquiry.