<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><br/>​</div><span style="font-size: 15px">"I must suppose that I truly was gifted," replied Athena.  "I honestly don't know how I came about my talents, but I'm told my mother gave much thought to her endeavors, so I often credit her.  Practice is essential, too.  You're welcome for the wine, also."<br/>
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The Goddess found herself truly enjoying Cora's company.  The way the young woman looked at Athena reminded her a one of Athena's conversations with Erato, the Goddess of Love Poetry, and how the Poetess of Lesbos used to look at the Muse.  To Athena's thinking, she had originally believed the young woman simply admired the Goddess' beauty and skill, now she began to wonder if Cora wished to be more than just an admirer.  The Goddess admitted to herself, earlier, that she had noticed Cora's beauty.  Perhaps....  But best not to chariot before horse.  But Athena was intrigued enough with the idea that she decided to spend time with the beautiful woman-child.</span><br/><br/>On an impulse Athena asked Cora to take her hand, whereupon she lead the girl to the spot on the Lounge floor that had been used as the 'point of view' for the tapestry.  Then she subtly loaned Cora enough extra sight to see the Lounge clearly, in spite of the dim ambient lighting.  "You see the band on the stage, now, Cora," she whispered in the girl's ear, heard clearly even though there was a band playing, "but that's the stage where that comedian stood, weaving stories that could entrance and entertain gods."<br/><br/>Athena directed Cora's vision a bit to the right and continued her narration.  "Standing there was his Muse, who he'd loved all of his life and met her for the first time, in this Lounge and on that night."  She paused and then whispered.  "If you reach out with your mind, you might not be able to see it or hear it, but you can still feel it.  I can feel it.  Feel the life that was here, the joy and the love."