it doesn’t surprise her. it doesn’t surprise her one bit to know that because she avoids her family that eventually they’d find her and it doesn’t surprise her that it’s athena popping up immediately on her figurative and literal radar. “sister,” she greets without sarcasm. that surprises her more. artemis had been avoiding everyone for a reason. her head tilts and she eyes random strands of hair and braids. “i made it manageable.” artemis declares and for a moment there’s a look of confusion on her features. she’s never been one for fancy things like gold palaces and the finest dresses. things like brushes weren’t high up on her list of things to be stolen when she needed things like tarps and planks of wood for her makeshift treehouse. hey, it’s not a palace but she built it herself. that counts for something. at least it does in artemis’ head. she wouldn’t expect her older sister to understand such a thing. their tastes varied almost on the drastic side of things.
the treehouse, as artemis would say, is just big enough for two people at most. a sleeping bag, a chair and her weapons. it’s not her bow and arrows but she made do.
artemis was more or less prepared for the judgement though it sparks humor in her expression to know apollo was staring at the stars when athena found her. that sounds like her sister. it’s not all that surprising because sometimes artemis found herself looking up at the sky and watching the clouds circle the sun. this world moved on without them but for her at least, all signs pointed back to her family no matter how hard she tried to avoid them. “i have been preparing.” perhaps not athena’s level but hey, artemis isn’t the goddess of wisdom and war. “i’ve found the nooks and crannies.” weak spots, potentially. all the while avoiding everyone not just her family. “it seems that without father,” who it seems is dead, “the barrier cannot be brought down but i’m going to bet that you have a few ideas in the matter.” hence being the goddess of wisdom. she was born from zeus’ forehead. if anyone could figure something out it had to be athena whom would surely take zeus’ place while he’s gone. it seems fitting and you’d think artemis is judging but she’s not. once upon a time she actually respected athena more than most would.
“My most reliable sister,” Athena complimented as she pat her sister’s back, proud that at least someone was aware of the danger that was posed to them. They may be immensely powerful but they were not completely immortal. Even gods had their weaknesses and Athena didn’t want anyone getting ahold of those weaknesses. Individually, however, Athena wasn’t too worried about Artemis’ wellbeing because she was more than able to take care of herself. Although Artemis was a bit of a mess, Athena had to admit that she was probably her favourite sister. Athena may have been the goddess of wisdom but she was also the goddess of warfare. Artemis’ skill in hunting fit well with Athena’s own love for strategy and combat. The only difference was that Athena watched over humans hunting other humans.
“I may have a few ideas, though not anything solid yet,” Athena answered. At the end of the day, her powers were derived from her father so she couldn’t outmatch him when it came to raw strength. She looked through the window, up at the sky, wondering where he had went. Athena refused believe he was dead. While some of her other siblings had negative opinions about their father, Athena held him in the highest regard. She was born from him and he had always been proud of her. “Part of me doesn’t even know if I should try to break it,” she confessed. “Father has his reasons.”
