Along the Shoreline

The crude response she received made the goddess?s lips part in a soft chuckle. ?I think men have it harder,? she jests. She enjoys Raisa?s company very much; there feels to be some sort of electric chemistry between them, and the golden she-wolf feels herself drawn to her dark companion. She is guarded, nonetheless; Virgil knows very little about letting strangers near her heart. Raisa is hardly a stranger anymore, but she is not family. For so long the Olympian?s only companions had been her kin, and she had been taught to look down on others. She cannot find it in herself to look down on the former Queen, however.
She grins at Raisa?s response, pleased to know that the woman has an easy time locating her. Alas, when she mentions the golden goddess tracking her down, Virgil can only find it in herself to pay mild attention. Fiery eyes lock upon a smudge on the Queen?s cheek, and the woman can hardly resist herself when she moves. She offers no explanation as she closes the distance, tongue rasping against the woman?s flesh, clearing it of the stain. Alas, she pauses after, a thrill rushing through her system at the contact. ?I will always find you,? she tells her after, perhaps sounding more serious and heated than Virgil intended, or maybe it was right on target. She knows not what this brewing fondness is, doesn?t know what to make of their situation.