Artemis felt the gryphon skitter into the cave after her, clumsy foot-falls giving away its discomfort in the storm. It huddled close behind her, and Artemis leaned back ever so slightly, her back and shoulder brushing against its chest. Hopefully the contact would be enough to calm it. She really didn't need a spooked… bird-lion-horse thing in such a narrow space.

The man – Oseely, the Lord of Fire apparently. Because that was a thing. Obviously. Oseely introduced himself and welcomed her to the island with an offered hand. Artemis raised an eyebrow. She was certainly [i]not[/i] enjoying her stay. But she extended a copper-skinned hand and placed it in his nonetheless. She wondered how someone became a [i]lord[/i] on nightmare island. He wasn't like the Pirates or Kith, that was for sure. There was something… weighted about the man. Something that made her have to remind herself to breathe. Even the Witch hadn't had such an effect.

[color=darkturquoise]"Artemis,"[/color] she said, pulling her hand back. Her mind traced back over his words. He'd said [i]hundreds[/i] of years ago. A spark of curiosity flickered. [color=darkturquoise]"So you were here when there was daylight,"[/color] she said, tilting her head to the side a bit. The storm outside stopped as suddenly as it'd started. [color=darkturquoise]"Before the dragon was trapped in the Lanterns."[/color]