<b><span style="font-size: 18px">The Weaver and the Maid</span></b><br/><div style="text-align: center"><b><span style="font-size: 15px">
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<span style="font-size: 15px"><a class="username" data-user-id="8147" data-username="Finnrin" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/8147/">Finnrin</a></span>​</div><br/>She kept one arm around Cora and with the other arm brought a finger to her lips, making a gentle shushing sound.  Then Athena looked compassionately into Cora's eyes and said, "You've done nothing wrong, Cora.  Everything is fine.  There's no need to cry."<br/><br/>Athena was torn between a desire to gaze upon the beautiful girl and the desire to surround her with a warm and comforting embrace.  She chose the embrace.  One of the goddess's hands went around Cora's torso and lightly pressed into her back.  The other hand moved to cradle her head.  "Please don't cry, Cora.  Did I push you too much?  Did I pressure you?"<br/><br/>How could Athena have been so wrong?  Could it be that while the girl seemed clearly interested in laying with her, that she was morally confused over it?  Perhaps Cora had been taught that women laying with women was 'wrong'?  Perhaps the girl was a 'romantic', but also still a virgin with ideas about what her first experience with love ought to be like?<br/><br/>She continued to hold Cora and give her soft words of assurance that everything was well, that there was nothing to cry about.  Still holding Cora, Athena drew her head back to look into Cora's eyes and said, "I<i>do</i>want you, Cora.  I also want you to have me.  But if you feel that something isn't right about us<i>giving ourselves to each other,</i>I will respect your thoughts and feelings."<br/><br/>Cora was a lovely mortal woman with most of her life still ahead of her.  Athena was ancient and didn't know if she'd even had a quarter or a half of her existence behind her.  Because Cora's life was so much shorter, it would be best for Cora to decide, for good or ill, how the human would live the rest of her life.  If the girl chose to leave, Athena would miss what might have been.