|Iphigenia (strongborn) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2012-12-26 23:14:00
|Entry tags:||daphne, iphigenia|
WHO: Iphigenia & Daphne
WHEN: Christmas Day
WHERE: Daphne's place in the Catskills
WHAT: Greek friends
The ground beneath Iphigenia's feet cracked and squeaked, the snow not quite deep enough to reach above the ankles of her hiking boots and likely to get no deeper tonight as the snow had stopped. (The weather reports said it would snow again tomorrow, but Iphigenia rarely trusted in them. They were so often wrong that it seemed, even now, that the sky was something only known to the gods.)
She preferred it here in the warmer seasons, the summer when the forests were alive with game. The breath from her lips escaped in clouds and it always felt strange to move through these familiar woods without her bow. But today wasn't for hunting. Today was too see the nymph who lived among these trees, and Iphigenia approached the cabin she smiled to herself.
She understood Daphne. They were both of them loyal followers of Artemis, something rare in these days, and Daphne shared her love of the wilderness and the hunt. Agamemnon had been an incredible hunter, and it had been at her father's side that Iphigenia had learned. Perhaps they could have hunted happily into her adulthood together had he not boasted that he was better at it even than Artemis.
Clad in furs, Iphigenia reached Daphne's doorstep and knocked. It was a spontaneous visit and she hoped that not only was Daphne home, but she wanted company.