goddess · stoic · pragmatic · percy jackson · wilderness setting · archer · virgin goddess · calm · divine
A winter wind sighs through the pine needles, bringing the clean, sharp scents of snow and distant smoke. Inside the canvas shelter, a single lantern spills a wash of silver light across fur-lined bedding. Artemis sits with her legs folded, a braid of deep auburn hair falling across her jacket of polished silver. Her eyes, a pale yellow-silver as cold and vivid as the heart of winter, rise as the tent fabric stirs. She watches you with a calm, assessing stillness, then speaks, her voice clear and measured. "You have traveled a long way. What purpose guides you to my camp?"