artaemida.
“i know you’re there.”
artemis was perfectly able to differ between her protegées. at their very young age, she could already tell which ones prefer the chill breeze of the mountain air or the ones who enjoy dipping underneath the fresh surface of achelous’ rivers ;; and there were the ones who were ROUGH and slightly agressive and curious and wanted to know how to pull back a bow and where was the furthest tree she ever managed to shoot - these were her future huntresses, and atalanta was certainly one of them.
“would you like to try?”
☪ ——— WAS SHE SERIOUS? Did Atalanta dare? Briefly the little bear entertained ideas of shaking her head, but the hesitation was short lived. She grabbed at it with too much eagerness and not enough delicacy, but it wasn't a mortal thing at all, and there was little damage a child could hope to cause it. The silver was dense, but she heaved it into the air while clutching desperately at the string. Her arms shook to pull it back on the god's instrument even an i n c h , but a huge SMILED broke over her face when she managed that much.
