Of the York sisters, people often joked that she was the least passionate. They teased her for having no interest in love affairs. For never shouting. For always turning inward where the other two turned outward.
But nothing could be further from the truth. Artemis too had a lusty passion, smoldering inside. What she lacked, significantly, was the capacity for surprise. When she heard new truths--if they were, in fact, truths--she often could see them. Woven into an intricate tapestry around her.
And she would wonder why she'd never noticed them before.
Perhaps that was just the way the madness wanted it.
After an endless moment of silence, Artemis stepped off the railing of the boat, landing neatly on her feet on the deck. She turned to look out at the water. "I see," she said quietly.
no subject
Not outwardly.
Of the York sisters, people often joked that she was the least passionate. They teased her for having no interest in love affairs. For never shouting. For always turning inward where the other two turned outward.
But nothing could be further from the truth. Artemis too had a lusty passion, smoldering inside. What she lacked, significantly, was the capacity for surprise. When she heard new truths--if they were, in fact, truths--she often could see them. Woven into an intricate tapestry around her.
And she would wonder why she'd never noticed them before.
Perhaps that was just the way the madness wanted it.
After an endless moment of silence, Artemis stepped off the railing of the boat, landing neatly on her feet on the deck. She turned to look out at the water. "I see," she said quietly.