Poetry in motion wasn’t the proper words to describe her
movements. But in some odd way, it fit. Her movements weren’t graceful, by any
definition of the word, but eyes were glued to her nonetheless. It could be her hair and its ability to defy gravity in its movements or it could be due to
the fact that she had knocked three people to the ground when she hit the dance
floor. It could even be the knowledge that she was the immortal Greek goddess
of the moon, purity, and childbirth. Either way, everyone was watching Artemis
and that made her smile.
She enjoyed being watched when it was on her term. It had to
be on her terms. A few people called her a control freak, she called herself a
trail blazer and them, baby ducks. They were so cute the way they followed
their mother-conformity- around.
When the song ended, Artemis headed back to the bar to order
a drink but one was already presented to her. When she raised an eyebrow, the
bartender nodded in the direction of a young man who was looking at her
intently.
Artemis rolled her eyes and put the drink back on the bar
without taking a sip. The man looked surprised as if it wasn’t everyday that a
woman refused a drink from him. After taking a look at his face, which was
handsome, she decided it wasn’t.
She couldn’t be bothered with consoling his poor inflated
ego. She had places to go. Well not originally, but after Mr. Handsome, she
wanted to see her best-friend, Circe and her newborn son. Maybe she would take
them to the park. The baby would love it. Circe wouldn’t. She hated Nightlight,
a park in the sky that only gods could reach. She said it was too much. This,
coming from goddess, whose power base came from turning men into their inner animals
just for violating her property, Artemis laughed. Circe was something else.
With a smile on her face, Artemis teleported to Circe’s
place.
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