Artemis watched as the guards carried Aurora back to where she came from. The way he was so focused on the palanquin one may say he wanted to jump on it and take Aurora out it, but only if he knew that Aurora was excited to see him as much he was, maybe he wouldn't be so heartbroken.
With his yellow silk robe dazzled with his sigil as a brooch, Artemis looked so fine this early beautiful morning. His silver hair grew long, he had never cut them ever since his hairs changed, he feared if he cuts them, he won't have silver hairs anymore. Besides, he had no idea how did non Morrow descendants kept their silver hairs during that time, or did they even have silver hairs?
"Good Morrow brother" Artemis heard Aeryn's voice coming from his back and he quickly turned back.
"Good Morrow sister, it's a beautiful day wouldn't you agree?" he smiled widely at Aeryn who was carrying his son.
