RUSSIANS LOVE THEIR CHILDREN TOO
Ah, exploration. The North is cold and bitter, and Virgil holds little love for it. Alas, she carries herself around its premises regardless. Amenti is starting to bore her, and she is starting to grow restless. The time is coming soon; soon they will need to start a place for Olympians to rise. Soon she will find her hand promises to her husband. Soon they will bring Alacritis to bow before them, and the golden woman will lead them to it. It is a destiny that makes her feel nervous, admittedly, but she will not shrink from it. The gods do not cower; they conquer. After all, these lands are covered in ash, destroyed and ruined. Amenti, meanwhile, sits unblemished by ash and wind, unhurt by volcano or hurricane. The gods are on their side, and if they remain in their path, glory will come to the Olympians. |
It is a boy who approaches her first, a child who is young and fragile. Virgil?s eyes soften upon him maternally; she is without children so far into her season, without a man to warm her bed. She has always doted upon her little cousins, and now that she is within reach of possessing youth of her own, she has none to give them to her. Alas, she tries not to mourn it too much. The gods have their reasons, and if she is not meant to have children now, she is not meant to have them now.
The boys asks her what she is looking at, and she smiles. ?It is a Geyser. It spits water from Hades?s lair, and it is not to be touched by any. All those who touch its sinful waters turn into a craven, and then rot,? she says. She knows morbid stories fascinate boys, and she also knows that a scary story will keep the boy from stepping into the steaming water.