Staring up at the wickedly sharp arrow prodding her nose, Dru supposed she might have taken a few wrong turns. She huffed, blowing a puff of glitter in the air, and glanced past the glinting arrowhead to the wielder of such a fine weapon. Her perfectly trim eyebrow rose in surprise. It wasn't some highway robber holding her at bow-point but a woman, lithe and athletic, dark silver caste hair in a coiled braid at her nape. Dru's fortunes were looking up after all.

"My apologies, I appear to be lost," she said.

"You're trespassing," the archer snapped. Her fierce eyes were silver as well, nearly glowing in the moonlight. Dru bit back an appreciative sigh, but her wings gave away with an agitated flutter. The archer's eyes widened, the arrow going slack as she drew back to peek at Dru's resting wings.

With eyes like that looking at her, Dru couldn't help showing off a bit, rolling her shoulders so they flexed wide, iridescent and gossamer as dragonfly scales, shimmering in the moonlight.

"You're a fairy," the archer breathed, her features softening into indulgent annoyance. "What is a dainty fey like you doing trouncing about these woods at night. This place is crawling with all manner of beast."

Dru's wings drooped at the reminder. "Funny story..." She rubbed the back of her neck, causing glitter to rain down. She always shed when nervous.

The archer propped herself up on her bow, giving a 'carry on' gesture while looking over Dru's velveteen and taffeta midnight blue confection of a gown. Her gaze paused at the shredded skirts, revealing Dru's bare dirty feet. It had been a long flight from the ball.

"I was fleeing," Dru blurted out. The archer lifted her silvery inquisitive gaze. Dru sighed. "Another one of those blasted balls aka marriage auctions. Mother must have paraded every pompous overstuffed little lordling tonight-"

"Sit on this rock so that I may examine your feet," said the archer.

"Um, sure," Dru sat, biting her lip as the woman's fingers slid up her legs. "She wants me to marry, but she doesn't understand."

"You have such tiny feet," the archer mused, massaging her strained calves. Dru bit back a moan. "What doesn't she understand?"

Dru blushed. "Oh, uh, well, I don't, uh, like... men."

The archer's hands paused, an unreadable expression on her face. "What's your name, my lady?"

"Drusilla, er, Dru."

"Would you care to join me for a hunt this evening, Lady Dru?" As the archer asked, her thumb circled Dru's ankle in a caress that made her breath hitch and wings flutter.

Right about then, she'd follow the silver eyed archer anywhere. "Y-yes," she breathed, "I'd love to Lady...?"

A secretive smile lit the archer's lips as she rose and helped Dru to her feet. "Artemis."

Dru gasped as the archer tugged her along. Archer, no GODDESS! Talk about the freaking jackpot. Her inner fairy squealed with delight. Thank you, Cupid!