words without a rhyme

[Artemis Marino]

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I didn't think it was weird. c:

The girl studied the rising sun with interest as she listened to what her uncle was saying, though she found it difficult to focus on the words themselves. Each passing day seemed to blur together for her now, but she had found her niche in the pack, even if it was not a particularly useful one. Artemis did not seem to do anything but sit by the side of the lake and watch its ripples. It was all she had done since she had woken from her prolonged slumber the winter prior. Maybe someday she would find something she was good at and be happy to do it every day; for now, that meant sitting by the lake. Sometimes she had company, but most days she was alone and that suited her fine.

"Do you think we have a lot to worry about?" she asked him, frowning slightly. Her sister was still gone, and her brother, too. The silver-painted girl had not been unaware of their absence; she had merely not given it much thought. This entire war had been something she avoided like the plague that it was. Liliana had talked to her a bit of it, but they had moved on from the subject quickly. It had been visibly painful for the Utina woman to discuss and Artemis was attempting to pretend it didn't exist.