Rolling with the Hunters of Artemis is the best, times like this is when it’s at the peak.

Cool, calm and sitting on a dock at dusk. When the stars are coming out and the sun is barely in the sky.

Thalia walked down the dock, the wood quietly creaked underneath her black Doc Martins.

In her hand she was holding the pack of Strawberry Mentos you saw her stealing at the convenience store earlier.

“Want one?” Thalia asked holding the pack out while she sat besides you.