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I shookall entrepreneurial My capitalist roommate”

Florian beanificant upgrade from ‘man who sleeps on the couch’ Which it was There was a lot I didn’t know about the guy, and I appreciated getting a better understanding of who and what he was This harebrained ht just work after all

Speaking ofjust in the distance, over at the opposite corner of the arboretuht – just the one – had touched down on the grass, slowly expanding into a silvery pool, like the beaht, when a woman descended from the moonbeam, like an alien abduction, but in reverse She stepped onto the grass lightly with two sandaled feet, her hair’s brown, lustrous curls reflecting the silver of the ht she looked familiar, even from that distance, but it wasn’t until I saw the bow and quiver of arrows strapped to her back that I truly recognized her

“Well, hot da more to myself than anyone else “Artemis? Is that you?”

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That was definitely her The waves of brown, curly hair, the sandals she liked to wear, whether or not she dressed in ancient Grecian garb or more modern outfits, but especially the bow and arroined around with fresh vines that never wilted Arteoddess of the hunt, had returned to Valero

“Dude,” Ithis? It’s Artemis”

He craned his neck over to where I was pointing, then looked at ly “Who?”

“Greek goddess of the ht you were a dryad, you’re supposed to know this shit”

He nodded hurriedly, his eyes flitting froain “Oh yeah, sure, I know her Goddess lady, sure, sure Why don’t you go over and say ‘Hi?’”

I shook my head “I’m not sure I should”

We had a little bit of history, Arteative, mind you I’d interacted way more with her twin brother Apollo, but as far as entities and ancient gods went, those tere pretty okay into tattle to any ofa friendly goddess inIt orth the risk

Florian shrugged “Suit yourself It sounds like you know her If you’re friends, you should go over and say so”

I ale to think of entities as friends They were fickle, only ever working for their own interests and purposes The last I’d known of Artee chunk of her domicile, the dimensional safe space where a supernatural entity could live without risk of per it back See, in most cases, entities were vulnerable when found outside their hoood luck trying to kill one, s out in the cosht to destroy even the deities of ancient myth I shuddered

“You knohat? Fine No har my hands in my jacket pockets to stave off the cold as I made a beeline for Arte herself in a little clearing a on the ground As I approached, I realized that it was a little stone statue of a fox, no bigger than your average bottle of water It was her tether, that much I remembered It marked one of the many hidden entrances to her domicile