"Nice to meet you!" Even if it's a pretty weird situation!

"Yes," she agrees. 

"...Alright, brace yourself." She reaches out with the flame tendril again and- touches it, against that bloom of restrained power. It tries to rebuff her for a moment - the other might feel a twinge of pain while this happens - and then it breaks through the barrier, catching onto her alt's Sky flames, and tugging. 

"Ow-" is all she has time to say, before her flames ignite and suddenly she's spilling orange-touched violet flames all over the room.

G blocks her eyes, squinting in the light, but of course the flames don't harm her, or anything else. They just wash gently over the area, before slowly retreating back into Angela's body.

...They do. But something else doesn't. 

"...What..." Angela stares at her hands, wide eyes taking in the pale silver glow emanating from her skin. "This... isn't part of the flames..." 

And then the memories hit her.

-Chained to the ground in a circle of fire, she strains with all her might, reaching out for the two figures chained within their own circles nearby-

-Muddled together, hundreds of lifetimes, cut short, always cut short, no longer than twenty years, bloody and gruesome and alone, always alone, constant longing for what, so far as she can tell, was never there, and then- 

-A bloom of light, silver-orange-violet power streaming out through a gap in a seal of chains. It shatters. 

Artemis breathes in.

Her aura retreats beneath her skin, and she opens her eyes, catching the gaze of the gaping person next to her.

"...You saw all of that?" She asks. 

She does her best to get ahold of herself. "...No, not all of it. The pivotal memories, I believe." She pauses. "Artemis was the name of one of the ancient ancestors of our people. Or, perhaps not an ancestor - she was said to have had no children. Her twin brother, however, is said to have been a common ancestor of many flame bloodlines." 

"Ancestor? Not by blood, he wouldn't have been. Phoebus has loved only two women, and has no children by blood." She calls to mind the legends she's read in recent lives, going through the common myths surrounding her brother. "All those said to be his children, are either children he adopted and raised when their own blood failed them, or false rumours," she concludes. 

"Of course, he may have been different in your world."

"Yes," she agrees, "From what I recall of the memories I saw... he reminds me of one of my own brothers. I can't imaging Xan having children with the carelessness of the Apollo of our legends." 

"You have a brother like mine? You have brothers?" 

"Yes. Don't you? If you are the Artemis of legend, I'd expect you would have many brothers and sisters, far more than I do."

"My father has other children," she acknowledges, "Most of them aren't siblings, though. Enyo. Hermes, perhaps. Hephaestus has his moments." She shrugs. "Father always favoured me. It made it difficult to bond with most of them. The competition for his attention was... fierce." She pauses. "He used to favour me, that is. Given what he allowed to be done to my brother and myself..." she shakes her head.