"And if I want to that sort of display I'm sure we could find some kind of wildlife preserve to visit," she replied with a bemused scoff.
The appraisal of the place rather took it off the table of suitable options for ways to spend her time. There were other options, surely, perhaps in France of Italy. A few old haunts in Sweden and Greenland came to mind. It wasn't quite the same, however, as someplace one's own proverbial back yard. No use in bemoaning it. In the next few years she hoped to see a sort of pureblood renaissance, as she was intending to call it. It had a nice ring. Well, maybe more than a few. At the point, a heavy bit of it still relied on Draco.
"Really?" Kastra asked, a bit intrigued, giving a quick lift to her brow.
Artemis didn't usually bring up men, a habit Kastra had no particular strong feeling about. Pleasantly absent was the adjective 'dreamy,' which she'd heard to overused by so many simpering women that she wasn't keen to associate the idea with the young woman sitting next to her.