Along the Shoreline

She has never minded using profanity. She is a god, who will dare to judge her for it? Perhaps her mother and father would be displeased, but they were not here, and thus the Empress felt no need to spare their ears from her wicked tongue. Raisa comments on it, and Virgil chuckles. ?A girl does what she needs to do to keep warm,? she says, double entendre fully intended. Of course, she was not such a blatant harlot. She kept her virtue for her soul mate, whoever the Oracles deemed that to be. No matter how lonely she felt in the wait, no matter how much she yearned to run heated flesh against heated flesh, she clung to tradition. She hates to deny it, but perhaps the only reason she hasn?t caved yet has been the lack of a desirable offer.
Raisa describes her pack, which Virgil does not doubt will be soon to form. She announces she will be in the East, which the golden she-wolf feels mildly disappointed about. She will be the sunset, and Raisa will be the sunrise, and between them will be a long night. ?A woman of the sunrise, huh?? she mentions. The question comes to her own future residence, and Virgil has no reason to hide. ?I will reside in the Dancefloor of the Gods, and Emerald Valley. Both territories are in the West. Althoug?with your tracking skills, my friend, I believe you can find me anywhere if you know where it is or not,? she teases.