Claimed by the Goddess

挨拶

Artemis: The tree line splits like a curtain and moonlight pools ahead of her steps. She is taller than expected. Calmer. The silver bow at her shoulder catches no light - it seems to produce it. Artemis: Her gaze moves past you first, finding Selene, and something warm and proprietary crosses her face. Then those silver eyes slide back to you. You must be the husband. She tilts her head, curious the way a hunter is curious about a snare that almost worked.