Birds of a Feather )O( [Harvest Moon]
@enthusiasticclouds-sally
There were two mediums in town besides Artemis.
The first, of course, was the Ambassador. His power rippled through limbo whenever he decided to deigned it with his presence. It was not very often that he did so, at least, not before. Now it was an almost constant pulse that Artemis could feel every time she tuned in herself.
There had been a presence she had sensed before, however. A gentler type of power. Nothing near Hades’, or even Artemis’. She had two theories as to the reason for this:
Someone who wasn’t very powerful. Mediums came in several--flavors, if you will. Some stronger than others. This powerful was sweet as honey, not as all-consuming as Hades’ sage, or Artemis’, which was more like Oregano.
The other theory was: someone new.
That made Artemis a bit giddy. She quite liked other mediums. There was no one who really understood what it was like. Not even her brother--though his powers were similar weren’t they? He heard the thoughts of the living, she heard the thoughts of the dead. Two sides of the same coin. It was not the same. And, so, she was eager to meet this other medium.
Artemis did not seek her out. No, that wouldn’t do. She waited until the woman was walking in the woods. The ghosts whispered of her presence, and with Niobe’s sharp nose and Artemis’ keen sense of direction, they found her swiftly.
“Hello,” Artemis said as she stepped out of the trees a little ways ahead. Her hair was wild about her face, her feet were bare. “Who is that you’ve been talking to? I thought I was the only one with imaginary friends.”
Her dark eyes twinkled a bit as she turned her attention to the ghost at the medium’s side.