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welcome to the spymaster of the court of winter.

THE MISTRESS OF SHADOWS.

Name: Artemis Noxera. Name Meaning: Artemis - from Artemis, goddess of the hunt and the moon | Noxera - surname, belonging to the night. Nickname: Nox, Noxie. Themis ( also meaning justice, divine order & law ) . Gender: Female Orientation: Bisexual Title: Spymaster of the Winter court.

#courtlies.intro #{ queen of shadows. }#{ about. }

courtlights

☆ﾟ*·ﾟAT HER REQUEST, Elian couldn't help the smile that grew on his face. Anything that he could do with her sounded like a good idea. He wanted to spend as much time with her as he possibly could. "It would be my honor to help you," he stated, looking directly at her, his eyes meeting hers. He knew that something felt different, but he hadn't spent too much time investigating, simply due to trying to keep the rest of his court and his soldiers safe. "What have you found, dear? Admittedly, I have spent most of my time ensuring my court is safe."

Elian looked around the room, still completely unsure of the layout of this court. It was frustrating to him to not know anything about a court. The Commander prided himself on knowing the layouts in case he needed to get to his High Lady or if he needed to send soldiers out. So this, this was very frustrating to him. "None of this has felt right, and it's putting me on edge. And I do not like being on edge."

snowcfnoxera

IT WOULD HAVE BEEN BENEFICIAL FOR EVERYONE, IF THE COURTS OF PRYTHIAN HAD DECIDED TO WORK TOGETHER. Alas, while it had been a possibility back home in Gláta, it was made abundantly clear that it would not come to pass. Not since they've discovered the lies and deceit of an entire new court. Whoever could have predicted the court of Starlight existing under their very noses, sending their spies or soldiers to infiltrate the courts of Prythian? Who could have known that such deceit came from one of their own, as well - the court of Hybern, so blatantly siding with Starlight, dragging a majority of Prythian along?

even the court of dawn had followed.

Winter and Summer remained true to themselves, true to the onds of loyalty that, seemingly, only they honored. Then again, she was impressed with that same loyalty coming from Hybern - without batting an eye, they stood by Starlight.

and now everyone's magic was lost.

No, not everyone. The witches had retained their own brand of power. The Cauldron Made retained everything. Prythian was full of hidden enemies and snakes laying low, hiding from sight. But, while she had chosen to turn distrustful over Starlight and those that sided with them, she did not extend it to Elian - he'd proven himself time and time again to be the fae of his word.

it was a shame they did not align in this matter.

Sighing, Artemis shook her head. "Nothing of any importance. Nothing that said anything tangible or coherent about why this court had hidden itself from us for fifteen millennia. Why none knew of their existence." a pause, then, "Or why we've all suddenly lost our powers and why only a select few remain exceptions to this new rule. It is making me quite on edge." she admitted, casting a silvery gaze over him - silently and briefly checking for injuries or anything amiss.

"Did you find anything of use? Anything that might cast some light into this situation?"

#c: elian #{ interactions. }#pls IGNORE this length

location & time: stellaria, winter's suite ; evening. closed for: @ofstarsfalls ; saylée

ARTEMIS WAS A DISTRUSTFUL FAE. It was a trait shared with her High Lady. The fact that their lodgings and life was dependent on a foreign court, a new court, did not sit well with her. It did not sit well with the majority of Winter court's fae - first, they were being side-eyed over the occurrences in their home court and now that the situation had shifted, so did the blame. While she wasn't inclined to think Starlight was behind this, nor was she inclined to think they were in the know of any of it. She understood their... grievances and their secrets, but it did not make her trust them.

trust was earned and they've shown none of the worthiness.

It was a relief to learn that her High Lady felt the same - that at the council she agreed with the court of Summer and their Liege's decision to stand alone. But, it opened more questions - uncomfortable ones. Now that the magic was nullified, her shadows fell silent.

dead silent.

"It makes me antsy. This silence. I'm not accustomed to it and it's not natural. None of this." Artemis sighed, offering a drink to Saylée. "What do you think we should do next? Without our magic, we're sitting ducks."

#c: saylee #{ interactions. }

courtlights

☆ﾟ*·ﾟLOOKING DOWN AT those eyes, Elian was relieved to hear that she was safe. She looked perfectly fine, and right now, that was all that he needed. Holding out his hand to her, he wanted to feel the comfort of her hand in his, but if she didn't accept it, he wouldn't hold it against her. Because all of these feelings, they were new. They were different. He hadn't felt like this since Aurelia. And the truth was, Elian hadn't wanted to, at all. But there was something different about Artemis. He couldn't place his finger or his wings on what it was.

"That's a relief to hear. I don't think I would appreciate something happening to you." Elian wanted to say more, wanted to show her what she could possibly do for his world, but how were you even supposed to explain that? "I am well. I've found most of my court. No one is hurt, at least not in immediate danger. I have been given permission to check upon others, so here I am." Elian sat down on a nearby bench, still looking at her, his eyes locked on the target. "Is there anything I can get for you? Or anything you'd like to discuss about what you've seen?" Laughing, he let his head fall into his hands. "It seems I'm not very good at small talk, I apologize."

snowcfnoxera

DUSTING HER PALMS ON HER TROUSERS, ARTEMIS ACCEPTED THE COMMANDER'S HAND AND HOISTED HERSELF UP FROM THE GROUND. Though she hardly needed help in doing so, the touch of his hand was a comfort and there was a dreadful shortage of it in the recent days. She nodded as he spoke, pleased to hear he was well - and that the majority of his court was unharmed and accounted for. While she was no emissary or a diplomat, she was a higher ranked courtier of Winter and it pleased her to hear their guests are as safe as they could be in this situation.

at least no one on the guest lists seems to be missing.

Artemis chuckled at the latter. She wasn't the one for small talk either, so she focused on the task at hand, instead. "In fact, I could use a hand in tracking this culprit down. The residue of magic doesn't look like anyone from Prythian's eight courts, though I would have guessed some of the rowdier lieges to be up for this kind of... deadly prank. However, it doesn't feel like a prank. And it doesn't feel like it's from any one of us." though if not them...

who?

#c: elian #{ interactions. }

lightbcrn

Apollo laughed, a low and quiet sound that echoed off the cold stone walls, intimate and mocking at all once. The kind of laugh that had made courtiers lean in closer, desperate to be part of whatever joke he was telling himself. He knew it. He didn't care. He pushed off from the wall, slow and deliberate, and began to circle her. His footsteps were soft on the stone floor, almost soundless, similar to a predator's gait... or perhaps just a dancer's. The torchlight caught gold rings on his fingers, the chains at his neck, the sharp line of his jaw.

There was always a stillness and patience about Artemis. She refused to give him the satisfaction of watching him watch her. In another life, they might have been siblings. Artemis and Apollo, chasing each other across the sky, the huntress and the sun. In another life, she may have been the only person in the world who truly understood him. But this was not another life. Here, they were just two fae from opposite courts, circling each other like wolves who hadn't decided whether to fight or walk away.

"You're wrong about one thing," he said, his voice dropping to something lower. "My light doesn't seep through my fingers. It burns. Constant. Unyielding." He paused, letting the words settle. "Even when I wish it wouldn't." He circled back to face her, golden eyes steady on hers. "You want to know if I saw something. If my visions pierced through whatever veil this killer is hiding behind." He tilted his head, studying her. "Maybe. Maybe not." He stepped closer, just one step, close enough that she could see the gold flecks in his eyes, the faint lines at the corners from too many years of squinting against the sun.

"Why do you care? You've never needed my help before. You've never asked for it." His voice was light, almost teasing, but there was something underneath it. "What's different about tonight?"

snowcfnoxera

IT ALL BURNED - THEIR DARK GIFTS, EVEN IF THE ROOT WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS THE SHARED ANOMALY BETWEEN THEM. Shadowsingers were not common throughout Prythian - if there was one in each court, it was already a strangeness. Seers were even more rare. It did not make them more precious in her eyes - and she'd reckon the eyes of many other - instead it made them dangerous. While she did not consider Apollo to be a threat - more of a familial kind of nuisance at worst ( like a brother she never had, but would have loved to have and annoy. )

the click of her tongue the only comment at his words.

Yes, their powers burned. Seared. Just like the light burned the eyes that gazed too long upon them, so did the darkness - though that particular burn was colder. Icy. A different kind of the same distortion. However, she could not resist yet another exasperated expression to briefly ripple through her posture, like a barely-there disturbance on the watery surface, kissed so gently by the imperceptible breeze.

she never needed anyone's help.

But, this was an... alarming situation. Unlike anything that had ever happened in Gláta - and she suspected anywhere else as well. She never heard of such hidden enemies. The fae were not the patient kind. If they were secretive, those secrets never lasted for this long - they were too boastful to shut up about it. Of course, there were always exceptions, but they were as rare as the gifted fae.

"I'm asking now, am I not?" Artemis retorted with enough bite to let him know she was no longer in the mood to play around - like children around campfire, tossing chestnuts into the raging fire. "Something feels different about this thing. The murder, the memory, the voice. There is too much distortion, too soon. It's unalike anything any one of us ever dealt with, or even heard of. I follow clues and just as come near the answers, they laugh at my face and turn to smoke. My shadows are annoyed. Angry. It will not end well."

#c: apollo #{ interactions. }#the difference is my boy she wants to deck him

liegejamievanderbilt

Jamie nodded, the small smirk still on their face. "Ah— yes, of course. Never doubted you for a second, Miss." The last thing they wanted to do was to doubt Artemis' capabilities, quite the contrary. They just wanted to be of service to her. In— more than one way. But they knew it was just a silly fantasy.

"Did they leave the parchment with the body? I don't know where they took it but the basements seem like a good place to start looking." Jamie offered, trying to be helpful. "Even if we don't find the parchment with the body, it itself could give us some answers." They stepped away and with a defiant look, they dared Artemis to follow them. "Shall we?"

snowcfnoxera

{ closed thread. }

#c: jamie #{ interactions. }

lightbcrn

Apollo skimmed the parchment, then let it drop. He didn't believe in curses. He believed in killers. He also believed that Artemis had already figured out where she wanted to go before she ever opened her mouth. He turned to her with a slow, charming smile, the kind that had made courtiers drop their guard for centuries. It wouldn't work on her. He knew that. But he enjoyed the game anyway.

"The Spymaster of Winter wants my opinion," he said. "I must be moving up in the world." He tilted his head. "Or down. I haven't decided yet." He didn't offer a strategy. Didn't point toward the wine cellar or the corridors. Just leaned against the wall and let her work. Let her wonder what he was thinking. Let her wonder if he was going to be useful or if he was going to be a problem. He'd learned to be careful around people like her, he knew all too well they collected weaknesses the way other fae collected jewels.

"You already know where you want to look. You don't need me for that." His smile sharpened. "So what is this? The moon asking the sun for light? I didn't know you needed me to see in the dark."

snowcfnoxera

THE SPYMASTER OF WINTER, AS HE CALLED HER, WAS ON THE VERGE OF EYEROLLING HERSELF INTO A PARALLEL UNIVERSE. If such a thing existed. If it did, she somehow did not doubt Apollo would find a way to follow her there - like a phantom limb. It was always like this with them, ever since they've met - the sun and the moon, behaving more like exasperated siblings around each other, than as two fae of opposite courts.

this time she did roll her eyes.

"No, but perhaps you've seen something deeper than the dark, when the hours of your light seep through your fingers and the night becomes watchful and frightful." she'd wondered if his seering abilities shone through once again - the shadowsinger and the seer, truly they were the opposite sides of the same, dark coin. "My shadows whispered nothing. Nothing of importance, that is. As if whoever is behind it hides out of their reach."

#c: apollo #{ interactions. }#bro is valid for that LMAO

verdominae

" is this not where your expertise would come in handy? " myra remarked, as she lazily sauntered beside the spymaster of winter ⸻ her eyebrow raised in an questioning manner. " you are the spymaster of winter, after all, do you not have an idea as to the nooks and crannies in which one could hide? " the high lady questioned, having long discarded her mask. it had frustrated her, anyway. " if this palace is anything like the manor of spring ⸻ you hold quite a bit of secrets in these walls. "

snowcfnoxera

OF COURSE SHE KNEW ALL THE WAYS IN AND OUT OF THE CASTLE. But, with the High Liege ordering lockdown, it wouldn't really be helpful if their own spymaster went on an adventure outside the castle's perimeter. It meant she disrespected their order - which she never did.

the spymaster shrugged.

"Of course I do and of course it does, but disrespecting a direct order in times like these are not high on my priority list. We'll have to make do with the inside of the castle until the sun rises." Artemis responded, then smirked, "It's not like there isn't enough places to start here, anyway. If you're willing to join me, High Lady, we could cover more ground."

#c: myra #{ interactions. }

faeriewaterwxtch

Arianrhod was not sure if she agreed with the spymaster of winter. Violent events often followed after more violent events in secession of each other. "More 'messages' such as these could be sent" There was that worry again. Worry that everything would be taken away from the High Priestess again.

Nobody knew who did the murder nor where the perpetrator belonged? What if whoever was responsible wanted war? "That is what I am concerned about" Arianrhod mumbled. "If we find the answers the one responsible could just wipe out memories again"

snowcfnoxera

OTHER MESSAGES SUCH AS THIS WILL UNDOUBTEDLY BE SENT - BUT, MORE DEAD BODIES WOULD BE RATHER REPETITIVE, WOULDN'T IT? She was certain there are more violent delights to come, but it remains to be seen how violent or how delightful they might be.

still, she agreed with the high priestess.

"It is a terrifying thought, I agree. But, I doubt they would go about it the same way twice. if they do, then they aren't very inventive, wouldn't you agree? A fae won't be tricked the same way twice, but you are right. It does remain to be seen." Artemis sighed, then asked ;

"What do you make of it all?"

#c: arianrhod #{ interactions. }

rxguloailin

Régulo had not enjoyed the feeling of his memories back. He'd rather live his life as a simple winter court merchant and not the failure of autumn.

The murder had shaken all the fae present. Magic had failed and the victim was no guest. The autumn court lord worried that he would be forced to take the blame once again for something he did not do.

Régulo folded his hands across his lap. "I apologize, spymaster, as I do not have a clue either" Régulo would have to ask his older sibling if they knew of anything. Being the trouble maker they were, Régulo would not put it past them.

snowcfnoxera

NO ONE SEEMS TO HAVE A CLUE, BUT ARTEMIS COULD NOT REALLY BLAME THEM. She barely had an idea where to start, yet she needed someone to trigger something. An idea or a thought. Something she could use, a thread she could pull on. But, there was nothing. No threads, no ideas.

only dangerous questions.

She despised not having answers to it, though she knew it wasn't her fault, not now. Not yet, at least. Still, she sighed. "You did not recognize the fae, did you? I am trying to find a tether, anything that might tie them to this court, or any other court. It seems like no one recognizes them." she admitted, feeling necessary to give out that bit of information.

maybe it will circle back to someone who had an inkling on who they were.

#c: regulo #{ interactions. }

faeltee

The High Lord of the Winter Court was at a loss. He didn't even know where to begin. He felt responsible for the death, it happened in his homelands. He searched his mind for a possible path. "I think perhaps we should start with the guest list," He finally said. "Even though they were not wearing a mask, maybe they were listed none the less." He deferred to the Spymaster.

He should have prepared better. He should have realized something was wrong.

His mind retraced the last moments before the scream pierced the stillness. Was there anything that stuck out to him? He sighed. No. Everything seemed to be going according to plans.

snowcfnoxera

IT WAS A SENSIBLE SUGGESTION. The guest list. Maybe they lost their mask, maybe they were invited. Why must the always conjure spies and enemies? Because the fae was dead - but, maybe it was personal. Maybe the parchment was not even meant for the attendees of the ball.

she knew it was a lie.

The note was for them. The body, too, was a message. If the fae was their guest, then someone, anyone should have claimed them. But, she knew it was no Winter fae and other did not yet come. "That would be wise, my Lord." Artemis agreed with a nod, then turned to Santichai. "We can start with the list and do a background check on everyone in it. Though it might take time... my shadows are swift."

#c: santichai #{ interactions. }

courtlights

☆ﾟ*·ﾟTHERE WERE FEW people in this world that captivated Elian's attention the way Artemis did. He couldn't explain to you why, or how, but he guessed that it had something to do with that fiery red hair. No matter where he saw it, it caught his eye and he couldn't stop watching until she left. For months, maybe longer, every time he'd had business near the Night Court, or seen her snooping around the Dawn Court, he couldn't help himself. He watched. Elian had told himself that he wouldn't let himself fall for someone again, not after Aurelia. Not after she ripped his heart from every inch of his soul. And yet, Artemis tugged at every little heartstring.

He'd closed off his heart, refusing to let anyone in, and yet, when she spoke, it was like a comfort in his head, in his heart, and through his blood. Her voice was like a melody that only he could hear. And as he stared at her from across the room, his memories were clouded, confusing him as to what he should've been feeling. But Elian couldn't stop himself from walking toward her. "Artemis, you look... alright." He couldn't format proper words. And now he felt ridiculous. What was he even saying? "Sorry, I mean... You're not bruised from confusion? Or... Oh stars, I'm sorry. Maybe I'm bruised from confusion."

@snowcfnoxera

snowcfnoxera

THE RED TINTED HAIR GLEAMED ON THE LIGHT OF THE MOON AS ARTEMIS CROUCHED IN THE COURTYARD, PALE EYES STARING AT THE MATCHING RED BLOTCHES ON THE SNOW. She figured the blood would have thawed, seeped deeper into the white of the ice until it turned copper red, then sickly brown. But, the vibrant red remained. It was unnatural.

then again most of it was.

As she frowned, crouched and an elbow resting upon her knee, Artemis clicked her tongue. It was useless. Her eyes were sore from staring at the pale snow and as she straightened, she noticed Elian, approaching. The commander of the Dawn court was someone she had been comfortable around, in a way she had not been around another fae in centuries. Instinctively, she ran a mental check-up over him and smiled, finding nothing amiss.

good.

The smirk turned to a snicker as he spoke, fumbling over his words. "It's been a ride, I have to admit that. Though, I suppose I had it easy. Only the identities of other courts had been altered for me, everything else was the same." she replied, then found herself asking ; "Are you well? Confusion aside, I mean."

#c: elian #{ interactions. }

liegejamievanderbilt

Ever since the incident, a feeling of confusion and fogginess of the mind fell upon Jamie. Only one thing was clear to them. They were a soldier through and through and even though they had the nagging feeling that Winter wasn't their own court, they still wanted to find answers to the whole ordeal and if the Spymaster needed their help, well, it was their duty to assist.

"The High Liege Págos found a piece of parchment on the body, did they not?" Jamie asked, leaning over Artemis. "Perhaps that's where we should begin investigating." It was their first suggestion but there was a glint of mischief in their eyes. "Or... I could find us a way to sneak outside." A small smirk formed in the liege's lips. Were they trying to impress the Spymaster? Perhaps. Yes, probably.

snowcfnoxera

WELL, IT WAS A PLACE TO START - AN OBVIOUS ONE. She considered tracking down the parchment's origin, but she simply... did not know where to start. It provided her with more questions and some of them have been exceptionally uncomfortable. For one, was the origin of the parchment the same as that of the body? Who was the dead fae? Why here, why now? By whom?

some questions she feared asking.

Still, as Jamie spoke and a smirk bloomed on their lips, Artemis couldn't help but to smirk right back. "I am a shadowsinger, dearie. Sneaking out of here will not be a problem, though that's not why I say we're on a lockdown." she doubted they'll find anything outside. No, she had a hunch all the answers were within the palace.

"Parchment is a good idea. If we find the trace of it, we might find the identity of the fae. If we do that, we can locate their court and see if we have enemies among them." she offered.

#c: jamie #{ interactions. }

faeriewaterwxtch

Who: open to everyone! Where: Winter court great hall

Arianrhod was in a panic. How could she have forgotten where she was from? How could she have forgotten how much power she held?

All because of this stupid curse.

The murder was a horrible surprise on top of the curse that only lead to more questions than answers. The twisting throb in her wrist brought Arianrhod back to the present. Cauldron, she needed to find a way out the winter court.

"What could they have meant by that note?" the high priestess mused it over. Her mind continued to catastrophize despite her best efforts not to. "Worse, what if there's another murder?"

snowcfnoxera

IT WAS TOO EARLY IN THE EVENT TO UNDERSTAND THE IMPLICATION OF THE FAE'S DEMISE, BUT ARTEMIS DID NOT MISS THE GRAVITY OF IT. Many of the fae in attendance actually turned out to be the guests - those from other courts that everyone had believed refused to attend the masquerade in Gláta, or got delayed on the way.

no, no, turns out they were here all along, without memories.

If it wasn't so grave, it would have been a little bit amusing. Shaking her head at the other's words, the spymaster pursed her lips in thought. "I don't think we are to fear another such event happening. This in itself is a message to us." she said, though she couldn't not vouch with certainty. No one could. "I'm not sure yet. But, I'm sure I'll find out. If we all work together to solve it, the answer will not remain hidden from us."

#c: arianrhod #{ interactions. }

time & place: after the discovery, between 1am and 4 am. availability: open to everyone

IT WAS CERTAINLY A DEVELOPMENT IN THE EVENING. While the Spymaster of Winter was not thrilled about the sudden change in the air or the way the evening was completely ruined by the very ... not so lively crasher to the party. The fae had no mask, so she knew they were not on the guest list - or they might have lost the mask in a brawl somewhere. Still, she wasn't about to guess without any tangible evidence.

she was on the hunt for one.

Turning towards the fae beside her, Artemis' silver gaze fixed upon the individual. "I am getting sidetracked by so many options and I could use an outside input. Do you have any idea or even a mild hunch as to were we should start? I would prefer to roam outside, but the palace is on the lockdown until the sunrise."

#courtlies.starter

ofstarsfalls

how in the world could they talk about weather at a time like this? not only was it insanely cold, but there was no one else from other courts here! mihika was completely confused. half the point of a party like this was to actually mingle and further discussions and relations between the courts. but how could she do that if there were no actual other courts there? it was literally just the winter, which didn't seem right. especially because she didn't even remember being a winter fae. obviously she was, because only winter fae were here, but she didn't feel like a winter fae.

"an overcoat? and cover up this outfit? please," mihika stated, chuckling softly, flipping her hair back. there was one thing she always liked about a party, getting to dress up. she was rather girly, liking the fun of dressing up. but this outfit was being ruined by no one else from other courts showing up. "i'm not much of a dancer. i told my inner circle that we'd come to this event to speak with the other courts but we seemingly can't do that because no other court is here! how does that happen? was there a blizzard or a downed tree?" mihika was horribly confused.

snowcfnoxera

SOME FAE PREFERRED COMFORT OVER AESTHETIC AND IT SEEMS HER COMPANION IS OF THE LATTER SORT. She, on the other hand, preferred comfort, but with a stylish cleavage or leather detailing. Besides, it never did hurt to look good, and while she wasn't the one to play dressup, she had to admit she liked the occasional masquerade, or a ball.

as long as no one dared to assume she'd like to dance.

Humming in both agreement and appreciation, Artemis pivoted. "Well, it would be a shame to cover it up. The color suits your complexion and the cut suits your figure." she complimented, before nodding solemnly at the remark. Indeed, it had been strange, to say the least.

especially since they've all written to confirm their attendance.

"Perhaps they are delayed by something, though I find it a little too coincidental that all of the seven courts would be delayed at the same time. Unless there is trouble at our borders, but no one had said anything about unrest or worse." she added, though at this point she spoke more to herself than to Mihika. "I'm sure it's nothing, though. It could be a misunderstanding. Perhaps they got the dates wrong."

#c: mihika #{ interactions. }

courtlights

☆ﾟ*·ﾟFROM THE MOMENT, Elian found himself at this party, he knew something wasn't right. Here he stood in Winter, feeling like he'd been part of Winter this whole time, but he knew he wasn't. Nothing about that seemed right in the moment. He didn't feel like he was meant to be a cold person, or endure anything regarding the Winter. In all honestly, Elian wasn't even sure he liked the color blue. The sound of the snow made him a little uncomfortable, like he couldn't be quiet or careful.

He saw someone else, a familiar head of hair, one that he felt like he'd known for quite a while. As he watched her turn, a soft smile grew across his face. "Hoping for someone else?" Elian asked, a smirk creeping on his face. He always enjoyed a little banter with those that he felt safe around. His eyes moved down to the goblet of hot chocolate. "Molten chocolate? It's like you read my mind. I don't do well with the cold, never have, and never will. I think sharing will benefit you greatly," he explained, leaning up against the nearest pillar. "Might even earn you chocolate points."

snowcfnoxera

AMUSEMENT FLASHED SO VERY BRIEFLY ACROSS THE, USUALLY, STERN VISAGE OF THE WINTER'S SPYMASTER. The hint of a smirk that began to tug at the corner of her mouth had shifted into a chuckle. "One does not come here and hope for company, if I may say so. One usually comes here to get away from company." Artemis clarified, before adding, "But, now that you're here, I won't say I'll mind your company. Better than any of the other... overenthusiastic dancers."

if one more fae dared to invite her for a dance, she just might disappear fully into shadows she had commanded.

Humming lightly, Artemis reached into the pocket realm where she kept her most basic necessities at arm's reach, at all times. Somehow, an endless supply of magically heated hot chocolate had been one of those dire necessities. "Do you want some rum in it?" she remembered to ask, considering to add some more into her own chocolate.

at this point, she was drinking rum with a hint of chocolate, not the other way around.

"That's ironic, given how you're native to this place. Perhaps there's a warmer magic that courses your veins. Maybe one of your ancestors was a Summer fae." she snickered.

#c: elian #{ interactions. }

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