The night was too still. Thalassa stood knee-deep in the water, watching the shoreline with a quiet awareness that had nothing to do with sight. The forest wasn’t empty—it was holding its breath.
That only meant one thing.
“You don’t hide,” she said, though her voice remained soft, carrying easily through the silence. “Not really” her gaze lifted, finding Artemis without effort, as though the world itself had already pointed her out “you just wait until everything else disappears first.”
A faint shift of the tide mirrored the thought, subtle but present “I can respect that” a pause followed, her attention settling fully now—not confrontational, but undeniably focused.
“But I’m still curious why you chose /this/ place… tonight.”