Going mad was often misjudged. At least, that's what Artemis always said. She thought it was the sanest thing in the world to just give in to madness, on occasion.

Diana was still skeptical about that.

She reached into the neckline of her dress, pulling out a pendant from her bosom. It was a sun and crescent moon of gleaming gold and frosted silver, respectively. She was sure Stefan had seen it before. About ten years ago in a certain forest. But both of their minds had been rather occupied with something a bit more carnal than jewelry. And she hadn't bothered to hide it or explain it.

"It's called the Order of the Silver Crescent."