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[agrotera]

Outside the DF Mansion there are woods. After a while, the woods become forest. In the forest is a clearing, and in the clearing is a great weathered stone, silver in the moonlight that filters through the branches

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[catethecursed]

It is dark, and Hecate, being a goddess of witches and such, rather likes the dark. Were she not a goddess or something similar herself, she would brobably be startled to see Artemis. However, there is something to be said for divine instinct. She speaks quietly.

"Hey. Long time no see."

[agrotera]

She doesn't immediately look up. "Hullo."

[catethecursed]

Hecate moves into the clearing, seating herself on a rock at the edge. "I hope I didn't scare off anything you were hunting. I wasn't expecting to run into anyone out here."

[agrotera]

"Hardly worth it anyway." Artemis straightens, tossing a long black braid over her shoulder.

[favouredsun]

"I hate nights like these." It's a sigh, more a whisper through the trees than a voice - certainly no mortal voice ever matched that particular tone of discontent, that pitch of restless eternities. Its speaker comes out from beneath the shading trees on the very heels of the words; Apollo, of course, who props himself up against a tree - the lanky, taut length of him draped against the bark, almost (almost, but never quite) unconsciously posed.

"Too damn creepy by half. And I know creepy. I've got an oracle of snakes."

[agrotera]

"Snakes are poor sport," Artemis says calmly, shaking the pebble out onto the ground. "They might as well be useful. What's creepy about it?"