<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/E7DxWjl.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Selene Neoma Black</span><br/><strong>Blessed By::</strong>Artemis<br/><strong>Location::</strong>IN the Village proper<br/><strong>Company::</strong>Jeremiah<br/><strong>Date/Time::</strong>Friday June 19th | In da Morning<br/><strong>Mood::</strong>Friggin' thrilled...<br/><strong>Wearing::</strong>A pair of camo print leggings in black/gray/white and a white tee, black hiking boots, large duffel bag slung over one shoulder.<br/><strong>TRIGGER WARNINGS::</strong>Nothin'<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Selene allowed a smile to curve her lips upward as the gentleman swooped down to rescue her duffel bag from the ground before waving her forward.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"I could have carried that, you know? I've been toting it for months!"</span>She glanced up at him, a small quizzical frown leaving the merest trace of unease behind even as she spoke once more, her smaller gait moving faster than normal to keep up with his longer legs.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"My big brother is named Elio which means Sun. I think something was working on my mum long before I graced the planet with my awesomeness. It makes sense that the Goddess of the Hunt would reach out to touch me. Virginal, a hunter, controlled? I was damned near perfection!"</span>The frown deepened.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"That really doesn't make me feel so good, now that I think about it."</span><br/><br/>As his large hand directed her attention to various buildings and his deep voice gave directions concerning the day to day schedule and such, Selene found herself slowly falling into contemplation as to what all of this actually meant for HER. Why did it matter if she had been touched or blessed? She wasn't a damned super hero, no demi-goddess brought to earth to enthrall the masses with her amazing ability to hit whatever she aimed at. What was the point of this village. She did note people in passing but for the most part, she filed them all under.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><em>'Meet them later, maybe..'</em></span>and continued her stroll with the teak hued man beside her.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"If I have a house, why am I eating on a schedule? Am I not responsible for my own meals? I don't trust anyone else to cook for me. I don't know you people."</span>The words were brisk, almost rude, but she didn't mean to be. It was more a case of innate shyness and not wanting to be around a bunch of men she did not know. Women were okay, mostly. If there was a penis within 25 yards, she'd be left to her own devices unless the chick was a lesbian....She blinked at that thought and brushed it away.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Classes for what? Why?"</span>She paused for a moment and allowed one hand to sweep through the tumble of her curls.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"What is the point of this?"</span><br/><br/>His answers mattered. They would decide whether she stayed...or left.<br/>