“The Huntress and the Champion”<br/><br/>Inwardly she was doing something that she could NEVER do outwardly and that was squealing like a love-struck mortal teen as she was offered not only one glass of wine, but an entire bottle’s worth of conversation Archie. She was so new at this that the goddess was struggling to keep suave and contained.<br/><br/>“I would love to; I do not think that I have ever been to Florida. I wonder if it is as hot as Greece” Artemis did not want to lie too heavily and was going to keep them as simple as possible so as to not get too caught up in a lie. There was a tingling at the back of her neck, which she was foolishly ignoring so she could focus on her Cha- the Champion. “Of course, this table will lend us some privacy” She commented alittle off hand as she surveyed the room quicker than she should have. It was set aside enough that it would not advertise them to the room and suitable for her to supervise it as well.<br/><br/>Even though she was a strong independent woman, she was pleased that he was such a gentleman as to pull out her chair for her. She sat down and watched him as he took a seat across from her. The dark wine was poured into the goblets, looking like they were filled with liquid rubies. Accepting her drink, she brought it to her lips with the hopes that it would help to steel her nerves. Like all the wine crafted by Dionysus it was heady and light all at once, a brilliant combination of flavors and she sipped more than she meant to in one swallow. Her cheeks turned a pale pink color from it, even though her mind was perfectly clear, “How is the hunting in America?” she asked, latching onto a topic that she could participate in. The tingling at the back of her neck intensified.<br/><br/>“And here I thought that Dion was joking…. Especially when my dearest sister told me that she was out hunting…. What exactly have you been hunting?”<br/><br/>Artemis stiffened at the honeyed voice of her fair brother, even though his voice sounded lyrical and pleasant, the undertones of it were full of suppressed anger and frustration. Damn it…. She turned to look at him with slightly narrowed eyes. Would he say anything to break her cover? He always had a love for dramatics and what better way to ruin her fun than to expose her half truths for Archie to hear. Perhaps Apollo would toy with her emotions and goad her into revealing herself. Even though she should know more about Apollo than all the other gods and goddesses of Olympus, he always seemed a step ahead of her.<br/><br/>“Some good company, sweet brother” She tried to sound light and pleasant as her twin, but the paleness of her face contrasted with the wine induced blush on her cheeks, "Much like you had early tonight". The dark-haired huntress was bold with her words, thanks to Dion's liquid courage.<br/><br/>(To Be Continued)