[Bombay]

It was a simpler time when they were younger. Less responsibilities, less conflicts, just two twins trying to find their place in the world. Find their worth, their followers, their destiny. So, Artemis joined her brother taking a similar form. Messy brown hair that shaggily fell down her back flowed in the breeze as she walked. Ordained in an olive tunic, the messier twin chuckled at her brother’s bet.

“It seems you have forgotten your role brother, but I accept your terms. Just don’t be upset when I win~” the goddess mocked. Taking her bow made from the finest black lotuses she could find. The prickly tree reminds her of herself. Everyone thinks she’s standoffish and harsh, but on the inside, there’s so much potential. With string woven from the finest hemp by her nymphs, Artemis readied her bow. With a steady breath, the arrow flew in the air with a whistle hitting the edge of the bullseye, but still a bullseye nonetheless.