08-11-2007, 01:53 PM
"Yeah, its just a little cold." She rubbed her bare arms. All she had on was a tank top and jeans. She took his hand and stood up. "Never did get used to those bombs."
Zeus looked up. "What Artimis?" He asked.
Athena stopped and waited.
"Athena, go ahead. Artimis shall catch up to you."
Athena nodded and rushed out.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.