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She had followed the lady of the moon, the huntress of the silver bow, into the forest not because she hated men, but because she loved pure nature more.
Then she wandered, lost and lonely, her former glory only remembered in snatches while drinking in argent twilight when her ursine form was not as clear as the reflection of her pearl eyes.
It was a welcome return to form when Kallisto joined the stars: a homecoming she had been drawn to unknowing all her days.