Please don't say you are ∫åzy


Artemis sighed, leafing through a human book while sitting on an uppermost branch of a tall Caroline Silverbell tree, reading my the light of a full moon. Artemis didn't sleep often, but she could never sleep on the night of a full moon. After all, as a moon goddess, she was full of energy on such nights. Sadly, her immortal huntresses were not as... Energetic as her, and they were against her hunting on her own. "But Artemis," They'd say, their cheeks a flustered red as they clutched their bows, "We want to hunt any time you do! If you hunt, we want to come too!" So she rarely hunted without them. Bored, a bit hyper, and wishing she had something to do, Artemis crossed her legs around the trees branch and swung down, hanging upside down, her long silvery hair shining in the moonlight as she read about some human invention called a "spaceship" in the book she was reading. Feeling a slight price on her neck, Artemis reached back to pull off a horsefly that was trying to suck her blood. Horsefly! You dare to partake of my blood? She whispered in a voice the horsefly could understand. The malice in her tone was obvious, Artemis did not enjoy small bugs drink her blood, and as she tossed it away the bug fell for a few moments before getting over the shock of being talked to by something other than an insect, forgot the encounter, and flew away. Restless, Artemis looked back at the blindingly beautiful full moon and moaned. I'm. So. Bored! She yelled at the murky darkness and moonbeams around her, sighing in boredom.

Because I know you're Çråzy