Artemis felt something dance like electricity through her veins. She wasn't in pain. She wasn't tired. She was still lost. Still more flash than substance. But suddenly that seemed manageable. Downright [i]addressable[/i]. Long limbs itched for movement and for a moment Artemis was overwhelmed with this rejuvenation. 

The new awareness of the two children watching her somewhere from the shadows brought her back. Her mind snapped to attention. 

She was still in a sketchy, demonic forest of mystery. Right. 

Running from the Witch probably ranked as one of the top five stupidest things she'd ever done. And she'd done a lot of stupid things before. Going back and asking for help when she clearly needed it was… no. Just no. She could… ask the Pirate for help? He seemed non-murderous. Artemis could ask for a ride or directions to the nearest settlement. Surely there had to be one. People couldn't survive in a world as hellish as this without grouping together for support. Convincing him to help her wouldn't be too hard. Maybe she could flirt.

She just had to not let the Witch see her crawling back onto her property. Because [i]that[/i] would just do wonders for her pride. But first… Artemis stood tall as she could and put a hand on her hip

[color=darkturquoise]"Alright then,"[/color] she drawled to the forest, [color=darkturquoise]"you can either come out, or I can take matters into my own hands."[/color] The fingers on her other hand began to curl around the iron rose hanging from her wrist. These kids… they were Kith, right? Apparently Kith didn't like iron. For whatever reason. And something about runes. Maybe the bluff would be enough to intimidate them. Artemis just hoped they weren't planning on attacking her. Or packing heat.

[color=darkturquoise]"Three…two…"[/color]