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Post by artemis on May 29, 2016 1:33:27 GMT
It's been a good several thousand years since Artemis and Daphne seen each other, but that didn't have to be addressed until they've eaten.
Artemis lifts a slice of pizza out of the sizzling hot pan. The cheese stretched a mile before Artemis placed it onto her own plate. The smell of mozzarella wafts into her face, and she stops seeing any need for propriety. Nobody in this restaurant's looked at them twice, and Artemis has never been accused of caring much for public relations.
She eats like a wolf; Artemis is already on her third slice of pizza before Daphne has even said anything. She figured that her dinner companion wouldn't mind. She suspected that social pretenses mattered little to the women in her cult, or they would be prostrating themselves to her half-sister.
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May 29, 2016 12:33:32 GMT
Post by daphne on May 29, 2016 12:33:32 GMT
There was a time food did not come on a platter, steaming hot. Madame Artemis seemed very open with the conditions they were currently in... taking ferocious bite out of a delicacy called pizza. It smelled delightful to her—it was almost overwhelming to the senses that had been dormant for so long. While she was on her third (and working to possibly be on her fourth) Daphne settled for only one. Hot on her tongue, easy to chew, new flavors bursting upon her drowsy tastebuds until she was wide awake. “Ah,” A soft hum of approval as a trail of mozzarella was pursed between her lips, the tip of her tongue licking it up greedily. “It's valorous but... I still doth not receiveth the point of this.” She drops the slice back onto her plate and leans over the table, dainty hands gripping the edge of the aged oak, eyes glimmering in worry. “Mine lady, Artemis, please doth not extend yourself.” Was there such thing as famine still in this world? She knew it well. They both did. artemis |
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May 30, 2016 14:17:18 GMT
Post by artemis on May 30, 2016 14:17:18 GMT
Artemis puts her half eaten slice down, as if she were not wolfing it down a few minutes ago.
"It is important to eat in the same manner that we kill." She could have sworn that she had gone over this with most of her followers a few thousand years ago. "With conviction and humility. Give thanks to the food as you would give the land. As you would give to me." After all, an animal had died to provide them with pepperoni and sausage bits. To waste was an insult to the hunter. Obviously, Artemis had not encountered the modern wonders of factory farming.
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May 31, 2016 14:44:53 GMT
Post by daphne on May 31, 2016 14:44:53 GMT
Her Goddess was of an admirable sort, truly. Although there was little that the Nymph did not understand about the world, the earth around her; Artemis put words in a way she could fully make sense of it all. Even now, centuries later, her words were still bread to her disciple. There's a flare of emotion in her eyes at this thought. “Those gents doth not hunt anymore,” Daphne sounded embarrassed for this modern world, a hushed whisper to her as she glanced around suspiciously to the people that surrounded them. As if she was telling Artemis a secret. She closes her eyes and dips her head, “Of course, I understandeth. But... wherefore not giveth to thee in the earth's stead? thee art... I only worship thee.” Finally she takes another bite, taking in the information given as she chewed. artemis |
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Post by artemis on Jun 1, 2016 16:44:09 GMT
"Do they not?" Artemis jams the pizza back into her mouth again. Got to finish it while it was still delicious. She chews properly before swallowing. "Take a look outside. Walk down until you don't see any flashing cars anymore. Men are hunting. They've always been, always will."
Men have outgrown animal prey. The farmers who can't hunt will call it murder. In the end, it didn't matter. Farmers and hunters ought to live and let live.
Artemis had her own standards. For one, she only accepted virgin followers because they were not content to be chattel slaves. Only those who love freedom are welcome by her side. She spares a glance at Daphne. She wonders how much she has changed since Artemis saw her last.
"Daphne, what do you think I wish of you?"
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Post by daphne on Jun 5, 2016 0:29:03 GMT
She couldn't be the only one. She knew freedom so well it didn't seem like a necessity, but something she would have and take without her own knowledge of doing so. Daphne was no one's slave -- she did as she pleased and that meant clasping her hands together over her Goddess. Did this modern world make it so unfamiliar and different without her knowing? She takes a few more bites and she finally reaches the crust, and then she discards of it, obvious distaste written all over her face. The bread tasted very bland, and the tomato sauce and assortment of meat distracted her of the dryness on her tongue. Maybe she should take a look at the bigger picture as Artemis was doing herself. She hums in acknowledgement, looking at her crumb covered fingertips as she processed the single inquiry that she was unsure how to answer. "I cannot answer that." She murmurs as she takes a napkin and wipes her hands of the grease. She could, but putting her thoughts into words have been difficult as she tried to translate them into modern tongue, "Thee tooketh me in and gaveth me a home. Thee gaveth me a bow and hath taught me to hunt. It hath been long, but I still wanteth to learneth from thee. That is all. I am in thy debt, mine Goddess."She silently wondered if that made enough sense. Sheepishly she glances down at her hands, afraid to meet her eyes. artemis |
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Post by artemis on Jun 5, 2016 16:00:22 GMT
"I see."
So Daphne hangs onto a warm memory, though the path is not warm. It is neither comfort nor kindness. The years have been long, but Artemis is certain that is not why she taught the nymph the path of the bow.
"Then you are hereby dismissed from my service, Daphnaia Artemis. You are my attendant no longer." She finishes the statement after wiping crust crumbs from her mouth. "Why should you continue in my service? You are only permitted to return once you come back with a satisfactory answer."
In her mind, it is not an act of cruelty. It is an act of necessity. She needs to find that answer for herself.
Artemis asks for the bill. She still hasn't learned very much about paper money, so she sets down a hundred dollar bill without expecting change. Their waiter was going to have a very good day.
As if she had not just turned Daphne's life upside down, Artemis asks her: "Do you want to take home the remainder of the pizza?"
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