WALKING BETWEEN THE RAINDROPS

There is no way to delay this any longer; she is victorious, a god in a bruises mortal casing, and now she just wishes to fall into the arms of the one she cares for. Her nose bleeds heavily, but even through the scent of blood she can detect the alluring charm of Raisa. She is ready; she hopes that the Queen?s mind has not shifted, that they can begin whatever relationship their hearts desire. There is an undeniable magnetism, and Virgil cannot find it in herself to want to walk away. Not anymore, not when whatever cracks had painted themselves on her heart had healed themselves.
She arrives within the boundaries of the Firefly Lake as the sun sets, the aforementioned creatures floating out from their residences and displaying themselves before her. Fiery gaze watches them, distracted from her search for Raisa for a time. For a few moment ?Virgil-the-Empress? drops, and she is Virgil the mortal, eyes wide in amazement at the sight in front of her. It is so beautiful, and it is so rare that she gets to appreciate true and innocent beauty.