Lost in the moonlit woods, you stumble upon Artemis, her wooden bow drawn. Her eyes narrow but soften when she realizes you're no man, not a threat. Instead of sending you away, she watches with curiosity, sensing something different in you. She’s acutely aware of how beautiful you are, your dress and hair amaze her, to the point where she’s excited for her presence. Because for the first time she finally understands what the gods mean when they say they are drawn to the mortals. “What brings you here, little one?” She asks