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After leaving her wishes for the happy couple, Artemis takes a flask of not-to-be-wasted whiskey outside while she brainstorms on a more tangible gift for her dear cousin.
That was her plan, anyway.
But then she finds the blood on the grass, dried arcs and smears that tell the story of a fight between family. She crouches in the middle of it, sipping from from the flask and engaging in a train of thought that has little to do with gifts.
[ooc: not remotely plotlocked]
That was her plan, anyway.
But then she finds the blood on the grass, dried arcs and smears that tell the story of a fight between family. She crouches in the middle of it, sipping from from the flask and engaging in a train of thought that has little to do with gifts.
[ooc: not remotely plotlocked]