[Bombay]

Artemis, the goddess of not only the hunt but of chastity held her train of nymphs to high standards. They are to follow her orders and stay celibate lest they turn their backs on her teachings. Most of the nymphs understood this, but for those who stepped out of line, they would either be banished from her party or thoroughly punished. Artemis always admired how mortals dealt with their young, and adapted that to her own style of discipline. A nice and red backside usually made even the naughtiest nymphs reconsider. Plus, their magical tears healed the woods they hunted in. None other did she have to talk to than Admete. She sees so much potential in the girl, if she’d actually listen for once. The only reason why she hasn’t tasted the kiss of her palm yet is because she always manages to catch her in the middle of punishing another. That doesn’t mean the multitasking goddess doesn’t give her a good scolding though.

But today is different. Admete is late once again, and it seems like she’s the only one who decided to disobey her mistress. Being the expert hunter she is, she began tracking the young nymph easily. With messy brown and curly hair that trailed down her back, Artemis’ mossy green eyes stared at the young Nymph as she barreled passed the trees. “I will ask you this only once, and I want the truth. Where were you?”