criss-cross over miles of eyes, ending looks shooting over
The eternal night was, for many, an unbearable thing. Unrelenting, unbearable, and so very, very dark. For Artemis, it was more frustrating than simply missing the warmth of the sun on her back or the singing of birds in the dawn. The lack of time tugged at her nerves, putting her on edge. How long had it been since she had arrived here? How long since she had defeated Laila? How long since meeting Antheia and Apollo and how long since he had healed her now fading wounds? And, lastly, how long had it been since she had promised to return to the North?

She leaned upon a tree, the lantern light hung high over her body and casting bright lights over her pelt. Before her, the lanterns danced in the wind, waving slightly and inviting her deeper into the lands toward the majority of her family. Family. It was a strong word, and one that still had little flavour. A sigh escaped her lips as she turned away, standing by the borders under the lamp light, entirely lost and unsure of what to do. She could venture toward the others, maybe speak to Apollo or dare conversation with Ktulu or Archibald, but the mare kept her distance. If they wanted her, they would come for her. For now, she would remain the wordless pale ghost of the land, defending the borders as a lone guardian, standing in solitude under the lamp light.

Turning, she began her vigil, walking the borders with her eyes set forwards, squinting through the dark. The night brought dangerous time, and none were safe. If only for something to do, Artemis would guard the threshold of the Foothills. She pulled her head up high, striding on powerful legs, throwing away her doubtful thoughts and instead focusing on the task at hand.

She walked for some time before she came across any movement, and when she did she felt a snort erupt from flared nares. With a toss of the mane, she trotted toward the figure, slowing to a walk once the gap was closed and the face materialized from the dark. "Who goes there?" She demanded, her words a growl forced from gritted teeth, yet as soon as the words made it past the tight barrier, her eyes settled upon a familiar scarred chest. Ear pricking forwards, she briefly flickered her eyes upward to confirm the face. Surprised, her eyes widened as she threw her head to the side, glancing back and forth to ensure they were alone. For the time being, it seemed it was the case. "Tharos, what are you doing here?" She asked, voice softening at his name, yet worry crossing her features. She did not wish him to be caught so close, unless he wished to join the herd which she doubted completely - and neither did she wish to be took for a traitor. Still, she didn't force him away as she should have. "Has it been that long? I lost track of time..."

"Speech goes here"