The man spoke of her mother fondly, then again most do when they just attended the wake of the dearly departed. Looking back to the casket in the grave, a caretaker started to place dirt upon it as they began to cover her mother and seal her to the earth. For a moment she was lost in thought until he spoke again asking her a question that she almost missed. “Hmm? Oh, yes I’m her eldest.” Latrice replied simply as she looked at the man before her. There was something about him, something that pulled her in but also made her wary of him. The feeling only grew when he said that she knew of his name.<br/><br/>As she was going to reply, the mysterious person brought up a few things about Artemis and a Satyr. The statement left her to chuckle a bit, watching them throw more dirt over her mother. “So she told you of her stories as well? Mom was always so imaginative. I told her for years that she should write a book with all those thoughts in her head.” The young woman was under the impression that the tales were tall and not of fact that the man was implying they were. Though again he said something that struck her as weird, with his statement he moved closer to her before he eventually placed a hand on her shoulder. A heavy feeling surrounded her and she looked up at him with concern and confusion.<br/><br/>“I-I don’t know who you are actually..” She breathed, bewitched by the fact tha the rain seemed to fall around them instead of on them. Looking around for a moment her eyes finally settled back on the man before her, causing Latrice to pull away a bit from his hold. “Who are you.. w-what, are you?”