<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/>"I'm having a wondaful time with you, Athena."  Cora had said.<br/><br/>What had merely been a 'fun' and a 'good time'..., a chance encounter, was touching Athena's heart.  Here was a young woman that didn't know who or what Athena truly was and now, by the goddess pretending to be a human, this girl was stirring feelings inside Athena that had been quiet for hundreds of years.<br/><br/>Mnemosyne might not have believed it if she hadn't seen it, but Athena was blushing.  She looked at Cora and could clearly see the signs of attraction in the girl's face and body.  Then she looked back at Athena.  The younger goddess, widely known for wisdom, cleverness and crafts appeared to be falling in love.  Mnemosyne looked about the Lounge for signs of interference by Eros or Aphrodite, but saw no trace of the love god or his mother.  Then Mnemosyne simply kept her mouth closed and smiled a small, knowing, smile.<br/><br/>"I'm also having a wonderful time with you, Cora," the goddess confessed.  She looked downward for a second and then met Cora's light brown eyes.  She wanted to reach forward and touch Cora's hair and face.  She was a goddess and no one would have dared to stop her, except maybe Zeus, but Athena found herself afraid that the mortal wouldn't approve of such an uninvited and personal gesture.  She found herself wanting some clue that would tell her that Cora would welcome her touch.