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The elder sister to the Queen seemed kind, and Evras was not at all surprised at the news her husband had been telling her. Zanon was gunning for the marriage of his elder brother and this beauty from Taengea, and from her own point of view, Evras could see no wrong for it. Selene of Leventi seemed to posess the poise, grace and tact to be a future Queen, and the hard, strong spine of a Colchian Queen can be learned, something she could see was not impossible for the young lady now in front of her.
Evras nodded, smiling and unsurprised at the news that her husband had been completely charmed by the baby princess. She gave a wry smile as she watched her own sister take the baby. "Yes, we... have been wishing for a companion for our only son. The Gods have not been kind, but that is what temple visits are for, are they not?" It was said only with a tinge of sadness, for hope now grew within her, as early as it was. Evras held out great wishes for the news Thea had confirmed just a few weeks early. She just wished the dull pain in her abdomen would stop, so she could stop worrying and instead just be happy about what was to come.
For a moment, Evras allowed her to imagine how her husband would react if he found out about the news. Would he be concerned about whether the baby be a boy or a girl? Or would he simply be delighted they would have another squalling young child within their homes again? It had been far too long since Oroboea had a child, the old nursery Dion used to inhabit could be put to good use again.
Yet hearing the Queen's words made Evras cock her head, and then exchange a worried glance with her sister. Evras had heard of many ailments that would distress a mother after childbirth, having read the tomes of childbirth when she had been pregnant with Dion. Was Olympia suffering from one of them? The ordeal they had been through must have been terrible, for childbirth was a traumatic experience in and of itself, she could not imagine doing so upon the throes of running away and having to recover on a rocking ship in unknown territory and a future.
"Dion would be delighted. He too has been wanting younger siblings. It would be good practice for him, I hope." she murmured following Thea's words, watching Thea's actions again. She wished her sister would marry soon, for she knew Thea would be wonderful with children, as she had been a great help when Dion had first been born, and Evras had barely time to sleep, much less familiarize herself with a newborn baby. Thea had been an immeasurable help whenever she visited to her family home, and there was no doubt her sister would excel as a mother.
Watching outside as the carriage slowed, Evras nodded once the rolled completely to a stop, and allowed the carriage driver to open the door, before she was handed down, following the rest of the ladies. Once everyone was on solid ground, only then did she lead them up the granite steps to the halls of the Gods, a standing landmark within their kingdom's capitol. A large and imposing architectural structure, the marble columns were impressive as they were important, holding the housing that contained the likeness of their pantheon Gods.
Carved into the mountains itself, the marble structure served only as an entryway, but as soon as they entered, the coolness of being within a mountain soon made itself clear. Voices echoed if one spoke, and the pathways to the various different temples of the Gods were clearly marked, the one leading to the deepest cavern labelled as the Nekromanteion, whilst the likeness of Hera and Zeus stood right in the middle, in the largest cavernous hall of all. In front of them, a marble platform filled with offerings were laid, and it was there which Evras stopped, and turned to the other ladies. "Please feel free to head to whichever Gods you wish to pay your respects to, my ladies."
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The elder sister to the Queen seemed kind, and Evras was not at all surprised at the news her husband had been telling her. Zanon was gunning for the marriage of his elder brother and this beauty from Taengea, and from her own point of view, Evras could see no wrong for it. Selene of Leventi seemed to posess the poise, grace and tact to be a future Queen, and the hard, strong spine of a Colchian Queen can be learned, something she could see was not impossible for the young lady now in front of her.
Evras nodded, smiling and unsurprised at the news that her husband had been completely charmed by the baby princess. She gave a wry smile as she watched her own sister take the baby. "Yes, we... have been wishing for a companion for our only son. The Gods have not been kind, but that is what temple visits are for, are they not?" It was said only with a tinge of sadness, for hope now grew within her, as early as it was. Evras held out great wishes for the news Thea had confirmed just a few weeks early. She just wished the dull pain in her abdomen would stop, so she could stop worrying and instead just be happy about what was to come.
For a moment, Evras allowed her to imagine how her husband would react if he found out about the news. Would he be concerned about whether the baby be a boy or a girl? Or would he simply be delighted they would have another squalling young child within their homes again? It had been far too long since Oroboea had a child, the old nursery Dion used to inhabit could be put to good use again.
Yet hearing the Queen's words made Evras cock her head, and then exchange a worried glance with her sister. Evras had heard of many ailments that would distress a mother after childbirth, having read the tomes of childbirth when she had been pregnant with Dion. Was Olympia suffering from one of them? The ordeal they had been through must have been terrible, for childbirth was a traumatic experience in and of itself, she could not imagine doing so upon the throes of running away and having to recover on a rocking ship in unknown territory and a future.
"Dion would be delighted. He too has been wanting younger siblings. It would be good practice for him, I hope." she murmured following Thea's words, watching Thea's actions again. She wished her sister would marry soon, for she knew Thea would be wonderful with children, as she had been a great help when Dion had first been born, and Evras had barely time to sleep, much less familiarize herself with a newborn baby. Thea had been an immeasurable help whenever she visited to her family home, and there was no doubt her sister would excel as a mother.
Watching outside as the carriage slowed, Evras nodded once the rolled completely to a stop, and allowed the carriage driver to open the door, before she was handed down, following the rest of the ladies. Once everyone was on solid ground, only then did she lead them up the granite steps to the halls of the Gods, a standing landmark within their kingdom's capitol. A large and imposing architectural structure, the marble columns were impressive as they were important, holding the housing that contained the likeness of their pantheon Gods.
Carved into the mountains itself, the marble structure served only as an entryway, but as soon as they entered, the coolness of being within a mountain soon made itself clear. Voices echoed if one spoke, and the pathways to the various different temples of the Gods were clearly marked, the one leading to the deepest cavern labelled as the Nekromanteion, whilst the likeness of Hera and Zeus stood right in the middle, in the largest cavernous hall of all. In front of them, a marble platform filled with offerings were laid, and it was there which Evras stopped, and turned to the other ladies. "Please feel free to head to whichever Gods you wish to pay your respects to, my ladies."
The elder sister to the Queen seemed kind, and Evras was not at all surprised at the news her husband had been telling her. Zanon was gunning for the marriage of his elder brother and this beauty from Taengea, and from her own point of view, Evras could see no wrong for it. Selene of Leventi seemed to posess the poise, grace and tact to be a future Queen, and the hard, strong spine of a Colchian Queen can be learned, something she could see was not impossible for the young lady now in front of her.
Evras nodded, smiling and unsurprised at the news that her husband had been completely charmed by the baby princess. She gave a wry smile as she watched her own sister take the baby. "Yes, we... have been wishing for a companion for our only son. The Gods have not been kind, but that is what temple visits are for, are they not?" It was said only with a tinge of sadness, for hope now grew within her, as early as it was. Evras held out great wishes for the news Thea had confirmed just a few weeks early. She just wished the dull pain in her abdomen would stop, so she could stop worrying and instead just be happy about what was to come.
For a moment, Evras allowed her to imagine how her husband would react if he found out about the news. Would he be concerned about whether the baby be a boy or a girl? Or would he simply be delighted they would have another squalling young child within their homes again? It had been far too long since Oroboea had a child, the old nursery Dion used to inhabit could be put to good use again.
Yet hearing the Queen's words made Evras cock her head, and then exchange a worried glance with her sister. Evras had heard of many ailments that would distress a mother after childbirth, having read the tomes of childbirth when she had been pregnant with Dion. Was Olympia suffering from one of them? The ordeal they had been through must have been terrible, for childbirth was a traumatic experience in and of itself, she could not imagine doing so upon the throes of running away and having to recover on a rocking ship in unknown territory and a future.
"Dion would be delighted. He too has been wanting younger siblings. It would be good practice for him, I hope." she murmured following Thea's words, watching Thea's actions again. She wished her sister would marry soon, for she knew Thea would be wonderful with children, as she had been a great help when Dion had first been born, and Evras had barely time to sleep, much less familiarize herself with a newborn baby. Thea had been an immeasurable help whenever she visited to her family home, and there was no doubt her sister would excel as a mother.
Watching outside as the carriage slowed, Evras nodded once the rolled completely to a stop, and allowed the carriage driver to open the door, before she was handed down, following the rest of the ladies. Once everyone was on solid ground, only then did she lead them up the granite steps to the halls of the Gods, a standing landmark within their kingdom's capitol. A large and imposing architectural structure, the marble columns were impressive as they were important, holding the housing that contained the likeness of their pantheon Gods.
Carved into the mountains itself, the marble structure served only as an entryway, but as soon as they entered, the coolness of being within a mountain soon made itself clear. Voices echoed if one spoke, and the pathways to the various different temples of the Gods were clearly marked, the one leading to the deepest cavern labelled as the Nekromanteion, whilst the likeness of Hera and Zeus stood right in the middle, in the largest cavernous hall of all. In front of them, a marble platform filled with offerings were laid, and it was there which Evras stopped, and turned to the other ladies. "Please feel free to head to whichever Gods you wish to pay your respects to, my ladies."
There was genuine concern for her sister and the depths in which her mind had seemed to fall. And while Selene could hardly grasp what she had gone through (even having been on the other end of the trauma), there had been no reason for her to expect her sister to be so melancholy. There should be joy in this little life, even with all the difficulties that happened. But it seemed too much for her sister, who could only look at the child with sorrow. Perhaps it would get better. And perhaps the sisters would offer some help to the young mother with their own experiences.
Because she was absolutely clueless.
How could she help her sister in such a powerful way, when she had no clue on what to suggest? Her mother went through depression with each child, but none like this. Was it just the compounding struggles that seemed to pile upon the Mikaelidas line? How could she come back from this, with all the impending uncertainties lying in front of them? The whispers of Egypt, the discourse on her own soil-- where would the solid ground be? And without a home to go back to, how could she ever find security? How could this be fixed for her? She knew it wasn’t her responsibility to figure that out, and yet she felt like she couldn’t leave until her sister was on firmer ground.
It may not have been the only thing that made her hesitant to return home, but it was the most unsettling.
For now, all she could do was offer her reassurance in a warm embrace, allowing her head to rest on her shoulder while her child was in the care of another. Her own worries seemed so small, compared to that of her sister. Quieting her mind, she instead focused on the things she could control. And as little as it truly was, it was enough for her to enjoy the silence of the rest of the ride. As for the comment about her temperament, Selene let it slide. It was impossible to guess which parent the child would take after, and she was optimistic that Tisiphone would be the best of both her bloodlines.
As they pulled up to the temple, Selene was amazed at how instantly she could feel the calming presence of the Gods. Even in such a large structure, it still felt as if they were a breath away, watching her, protecting her. She was dutiful in her worship, always offering gifts and prayer to them in hopes they would continue to show her favor. For what else mattered but their approval? They could affect everything, could change her fate without thinking twice about it. It was her responsibility, if they had seen fit to bless her, to thank them for looking upon her with favor. Selene stepped down, eyes focusing on the eyes of those around them. Having spent much time here, it felt like home to her. But that didn’t make it less impressive to those who were experiencing it for the first time.
Her arm looped through her sister’s as soon as her feet touched the ground. ”Come, sister, let us thank the Gods for a safe voyage.” She didn’t mind trailing behind their hosts, her mind quieting as she prepared herself to pray. As soon as they were in, her instinct was to turn towards Aphrodite, to do her duty and stop their first. ”Will you be alright to go alone?” She asked Pia quietly, not sure what her answer would be.
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There was genuine concern for her sister and the depths in which her mind had seemed to fall. And while Selene could hardly grasp what she had gone through (even having been on the other end of the trauma), there had been no reason for her to expect her sister to be so melancholy. There should be joy in this little life, even with all the difficulties that happened. But it seemed too much for her sister, who could only look at the child with sorrow. Perhaps it would get better. And perhaps the sisters would offer some help to the young mother with their own experiences.
Because she was absolutely clueless.
How could she help her sister in such a powerful way, when she had no clue on what to suggest? Her mother went through depression with each child, but none like this. Was it just the compounding struggles that seemed to pile upon the Mikaelidas line? How could she come back from this, with all the impending uncertainties lying in front of them? The whispers of Egypt, the discourse on her own soil-- where would the solid ground be? And without a home to go back to, how could she ever find security? How could this be fixed for her? She knew it wasn’t her responsibility to figure that out, and yet she felt like she couldn’t leave until her sister was on firmer ground.
It may not have been the only thing that made her hesitant to return home, but it was the most unsettling.
For now, all she could do was offer her reassurance in a warm embrace, allowing her head to rest on her shoulder while her child was in the care of another. Her own worries seemed so small, compared to that of her sister. Quieting her mind, she instead focused on the things she could control. And as little as it truly was, it was enough for her to enjoy the silence of the rest of the ride. As for the comment about her temperament, Selene let it slide. It was impossible to guess which parent the child would take after, and she was optimistic that Tisiphone would be the best of both her bloodlines.
As they pulled up to the temple, Selene was amazed at how instantly she could feel the calming presence of the Gods. Even in such a large structure, it still felt as if they were a breath away, watching her, protecting her. She was dutiful in her worship, always offering gifts and prayer to them in hopes they would continue to show her favor. For what else mattered but their approval? They could affect everything, could change her fate without thinking twice about it. It was her responsibility, if they had seen fit to bless her, to thank them for looking upon her with favor. Selene stepped down, eyes focusing on the eyes of those around them. Having spent much time here, it felt like home to her. But that didn’t make it less impressive to those who were experiencing it for the first time.
Her arm looped through her sister’s as soon as her feet touched the ground. ”Come, sister, let us thank the Gods for a safe voyage.” She didn’t mind trailing behind their hosts, her mind quieting as she prepared herself to pray. As soon as they were in, her instinct was to turn towards Aphrodite, to do her duty and stop their first. ”Will you be alright to go alone?” She asked Pia quietly, not sure what her answer would be.
There was genuine concern for her sister and the depths in which her mind had seemed to fall. And while Selene could hardly grasp what she had gone through (even having been on the other end of the trauma), there had been no reason for her to expect her sister to be so melancholy. There should be joy in this little life, even with all the difficulties that happened. But it seemed too much for her sister, who could only look at the child with sorrow. Perhaps it would get better. And perhaps the sisters would offer some help to the young mother with their own experiences.
Because she was absolutely clueless.
How could she help her sister in such a powerful way, when she had no clue on what to suggest? Her mother went through depression with each child, but none like this. Was it just the compounding struggles that seemed to pile upon the Mikaelidas line? How could she come back from this, with all the impending uncertainties lying in front of them? The whispers of Egypt, the discourse on her own soil-- where would the solid ground be? And without a home to go back to, how could she ever find security? How could this be fixed for her? She knew it wasn’t her responsibility to figure that out, and yet she felt like she couldn’t leave until her sister was on firmer ground.
It may not have been the only thing that made her hesitant to return home, but it was the most unsettling.
For now, all she could do was offer her reassurance in a warm embrace, allowing her head to rest on her shoulder while her child was in the care of another. Her own worries seemed so small, compared to that of her sister. Quieting her mind, she instead focused on the things she could control. And as little as it truly was, it was enough for her to enjoy the silence of the rest of the ride. As for the comment about her temperament, Selene let it slide. It was impossible to guess which parent the child would take after, and she was optimistic that Tisiphone would be the best of both her bloodlines.
As they pulled up to the temple, Selene was amazed at how instantly she could feel the calming presence of the Gods. Even in such a large structure, it still felt as if they were a breath away, watching her, protecting her. She was dutiful in her worship, always offering gifts and prayer to them in hopes they would continue to show her favor. For what else mattered but their approval? They could affect everything, could change her fate without thinking twice about it. It was her responsibility, if they had seen fit to bless her, to thank them for looking upon her with favor. Selene stepped down, eyes focusing on the eyes of those around them. Having spent much time here, it felt like home to her. But that didn’t make it less impressive to those who were experiencing it for the first time.
Her arm looped through her sister’s as soon as her feet touched the ground. ”Come, sister, let us thank the Gods for a safe voyage.” She didn’t mind trailing behind their hosts, her mind quieting as she prepared herself to pray. As soon as they were in, her instinct was to turn towards Aphrodite, to do her duty and stop their first. ”Will you be alright to go alone?” She asked Pia quietly, not sure what her answer would be.
She could feel the pitying looks upon her, the concern that they all felt was radiating off of them as they silently wondered what they should do with her. If any of them knew she would have loved to hear it. Perhaps between the four of them something could be discovered that would bring her back to life again. Too many nights as Tisiphone cried Olympia had looked out over the cliffs and thought of the fall. Would it be quick or endless, would she finally feel alive again as she fell?
The carriage rolling to a halt brought her back upright once more, instinctively reaching for her daughter as they began to prepare for descent. Only once the small blonde was tucked against her chest again did she alight, allowing Selene to lead her slowly behind the dark haired sisters. Moving without aim, it took her a moment to register the might of the temples around them, but when she finally took it in her lips parted in awe. Taengea had grand temples, but these carved from the rock of the mountains around them were remarkable.
Tisiphone's little sniffles of impending tears and Selene's soft words drew her notice back to reality. Looking between her daughter and sister, Pia gave a nod and removed her arm from the older woman's. She didn't know if she would be alright, but for the brief time that she was on her own in the temple she would manage. After all, she had questions and begging to present to her own patron.
"Go on. I'll meet you here."
Carrying the little princess her own way, she didn't notice if any of the others followed her or had gone head, focused instead on the statue of Hera before her. She hadn't brought any offerings, hadn't known she would be here or else she would have gathered the usual apples and honey she left for her patron. Instead Olympia knelt before the statue and after a moment, laid her daughter down on the ground before her. Wriggling in irritation, the baby's face wrinkled up in displeasure as her mother presented her to the goddess for the first time.
"Hera, great mother. I bring you my daughter for your blessing. Grant us strength and guidance."
Olympia paused a moment, looking down to the fibulae that fastened her himation. The golden peacock was somehow exactly what was needed, and she removed it to lay above Tisiphone's head. If she'd only had a candle and statue to pray for a son, a brother would would give Tisiphone her position back and secure the Mikaelidas line and her own legacy. In order for that to happen though, Stephanos would have to be able to look her in the eye again.
"Bring him back to me. Bring us together as we once were so that we can conceive a son. So that we can reclaim our place."
She didn't know how long she knelt there, only that when Tisiphone began to whimper she'd lifted her into her arms once again. In her life she had been to the temples more times than she could count, but this felt different. With her daughter held to her chest her prayers continued in silence.
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She could feel the pitying looks upon her, the concern that they all felt was radiating off of them as they silently wondered what they should do with her. If any of them knew she would have loved to hear it. Perhaps between the four of them something could be discovered that would bring her back to life again. Too many nights as Tisiphone cried Olympia had looked out over the cliffs and thought of the fall. Would it be quick or endless, would she finally feel alive again as she fell?
The carriage rolling to a halt brought her back upright once more, instinctively reaching for her daughter as they began to prepare for descent. Only once the small blonde was tucked against her chest again did she alight, allowing Selene to lead her slowly behind the dark haired sisters. Moving without aim, it took her a moment to register the might of the temples around them, but when she finally took it in her lips parted in awe. Taengea had grand temples, but these carved from the rock of the mountains around them were remarkable.
Tisiphone's little sniffles of impending tears and Selene's soft words drew her notice back to reality. Looking between her daughter and sister, Pia gave a nod and removed her arm from the older woman's. She didn't know if she would be alright, but for the brief time that she was on her own in the temple she would manage. After all, she had questions and begging to present to her own patron.
"Go on. I'll meet you here."
Carrying the little princess her own way, she didn't notice if any of the others followed her or had gone head, focused instead on the statue of Hera before her. She hadn't brought any offerings, hadn't known she would be here or else she would have gathered the usual apples and honey she left for her patron. Instead Olympia knelt before the statue and after a moment, laid her daughter down on the ground before her. Wriggling in irritation, the baby's face wrinkled up in displeasure as her mother presented her to the goddess for the first time.
"Hera, great mother. I bring you my daughter for your blessing. Grant us strength and guidance."
Olympia paused a moment, looking down to the fibulae that fastened her himation. The golden peacock was somehow exactly what was needed, and she removed it to lay above Tisiphone's head. If she'd only had a candle and statue to pray for a son, a brother would would give Tisiphone her position back and secure the Mikaelidas line and her own legacy. In order for that to happen though, Stephanos would have to be able to look her in the eye again.
"Bring him back to me. Bring us together as we once were so that we can conceive a son. So that we can reclaim our place."
She didn't know how long she knelt there, only that when Tisiphone began to whimper she'd lifted her into her arms once again. In her life she had been to the temples more times than she could count, but this felt different. With her daughter held to her chest her prayers continued in silence.
She could feel the pitying looks upon her, the concern that they all felt was radiating off of them as they silently wondered what they should do with her. If any of them knew she would have loved to hear it. Perhaps between the four of them something could be discovered that would bring her back to life again. Too many nights as Tisiphone cried Olympia had looked out over the cliffs and thought of the fall. Would it be quick or endless, would she finally feel alive again as she fell?
The carriage rolling to a halt brought her back upright once more, instinctively reaching for her daughter as they began to prepare for descent. Only once the small blonde was tucked against her chest again did she alight, allowing Selene to lead her slowly behind the dark haired sisters. Moving without aim, it took her a moment to register the might of the temples around them, but when she finally took it in her lips parted in awe. Taengea had grand temples, but these carved from the rock of the mountains around them were remarkable.
Tisiphone's little sniffles of impending tears and Selene's soft words drew her notice back to reality. Looking between her daughter and sister, Pia gave a nod and removed her arm from the older woman's. She didn't know if she would be alright, but for the brief time that she was on her own in the temple she would manage. After all, she had questions and begging to present to her own patron.
"Go on. I'll meet you here."
Carrying the little princess her own way, she didn't notice if any of the others followed her or had gone head, focused instead on the statue of Hera before her. She hadn't brought any offerings, hadn't known she would be here or else she would have gathered the usual apples and honey she left for her patron. Instead Olympia knelt before the statue and after a moment, laid her daughter down on the ground before her. Wriggling in irritation, the baby's face wrinkled up in displeasure as her mother presented her to the goddess for the first time.
"Hera, great mother. I bring you my daughter for your blessing. Grant us strength and guidance."
Olympia paused a moment, looking down to the fibulae that fastened her himation. The golden peacock was somehow exactly what was needed, and she removed it to lay above Tisiphone's head. If she'd only had a candle and statue to pray for a son, a brother would would give Tisiphone her position back and secure the Mikaelidas line and her own legacy. In order for that to happen though, Stephanos would have to be able to look her in the eye again.
"Bring him back to me. Bring us together as we once were so that we can conceive a son. So that we can reclaim our place."
She didn't know how long she knelt there, only that when Tisiphone began to whimper she'd lifted her into her arms once again. In her life she had been to the temples more times than she could count, but this felt different. With her daughter held to her chest her prayers continued in silence.
Thea gently cradled Tisiphone as she watched Selene assist Olympia from the carriage. Her eyes drifted to her own sister a moment before turning to face the towering chasm in the cliff face that housed the temples. Within, countless mortals had prayed for their wants, for protection, for guidance in any aspect of their life.
Today, Thea was here to pray for her sister, Evras, and the unborn child she carried that had fallen quiet in her womb. Perhaps, the child was simply a quiet one, much like Thea and Evras had been in comparison to their other siblings. Knowing how desperately Evras wanted to be a mother once over again, Thea knew that their voices in unison toward Hera would be heard....at least, so she hoped.
The gods were jealous beings, she knew, and even in recent days her mind had shifted between Dionysus and Apollo, as if she were in the midst of a tugging war game between the one she ran to in her youth, alongside Nethis, and the one who seemed to drive her hand to work through writing her own tome of medicine and herbal knowledge.
Gracefully, Thea passed the young princess to her mother, marking how her arms felt once the weight had been shifted away. Yes, once Evras had her child - healthy and living, per their prayers today - Thea would once again know such a feeling, as borrowed as it would be.
Her hands resting on her sister's arms, Thea simply nodded as she watched the two women drift away into the Temples to offer their respects. Her eyes turning to meet Evras, they mirrored concern for their current circumstance, now that they were away from their company.
"Here, I brought these," Thea began, rifling through a loosely hanging satchel that she brought with her to hand Evras a pomegranate and a small, ivory-carved figurine of a mother holding a child, no larger than her forefinger. Her eyes had fallen on it in the market from a few stalls away and she knew it would be a gift for Evras. Thea hoped it would be enough to help please the goddess of motherhood and bless her sister, knowing that only she had the power to do so.
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Thea gently cradled Tisiphone as she watched Selene assist Olympia from the carriage. Her eyes drifted to her own sister a moment before turning to face the towering chasm in the cliff face that housed the temples. Within, countless mortals had prayed for their wants, for protection, for guidance in any aspect of their life.
Today, Thea was here to pray for her sister, Evras, and the unborn child she carried that had fallen quiet in her womb. Perhaps, the child was simply a quiet one, much like Thea and Evras had been in comparison to their other siblings. Knowing how desperately Evras wanted to be a mother once over again, Thea knew that their voices in unison toward Hera would be heard....at least, so she hoped.
The gods were jealous beings, she knew, and even in recent days her mind had shifted between Dionysus and Apollo, as if she were in the midst of a tugging war game between the one she ran to in her youth, alongside Nethis, and the one who seemed to drive her hand to work through writing her own tome of medicine and herbal knowledge.
Gracefully, Thea passed the young princess to her mother, marking how her arms felt once the weight had been shifted away. Yes, once Evras had her child - healthy and living, per their prayers today - Thea would once again know such a feeling, as borrowed as it would be.
Her hands resting on her sister's arms, Thea simply nodded as she watched the two women drift away into the Temples to offer their respects. Her eyes turning to meet Evras, they mirrored concern for their current circumstance, now that they were away from their company.
"Here, I brought these," Thea began, rifling through a loosely hanging satchel that she brought with her to hand Evras a pomegranate and a small, ivory-carved figurine of a mother holding a child, no larger than her forefinger. Her eyes had fallen on it in the market from a few stalls away and she knew it would be a gift for Evras. Thea hoped it would be enough to help please the goddess of motherhood and bless her sister, knowing that only she had the power to do so.
Thea gently cradled Tisiphone as she watched Selene assist Olympia from the carriage. Her eyes drifted to her own sister a moment before turning to face the towering chasm in the cliff face that housed the temples. Within, countless mortals had prayed for their wants, for protection, for guidance in any aspect of their life.
Today, Thea was here to pray for her sister, Evras, and the unborn child she carried that had fallen quiet in her womb. Perhaps, the child was simply a quiet one, much like Thea and Evras had been in comparison to their other siblings. Knowing how desperately Evras wanted to be a mother once over again, Thea knew that their voices in unison toward Hera would be heard....at least, so she hoped.
The gods were jealous beings, she knew, and even in recent days her mind had shifted between Dionysus and Apollo, as if she were in the midst of a tugging war game between the one she ran to in her youth, alongside Nethis, and the one who seemed to drive her hand to work through writing her own tome of medicine and herbal knowledge.
Gracefully, Thea passed the young princess to her mother, marking how her arms felt once the weight had been shifted away. Yes, once Evras had her child - healthy and living, per their prayers today - Thea would once again know such a feeling, as borrowed as it would be.
Her hands resting on her sister's arms, Thea simply nodded as she watched the two women drift away into the Temples to offer their respects. Her eyes turning to meet Evras, they mirrored concern for their current circumstance, now that they were away from their company.
"Here, I brought these," Thea began, rifling through a loosely hanging satchel that she brought with her to hand Evras a pomegranate and a small, ivory-carved figurine of a mother holding a child, no larger than her forefinger. Her eyes had fallen on it in the market from a few stalls away and she knew it would be a gift for Evras. Thea hoped it would be enough to help please the goddess of motherhood and bless her sister, knowing that only she had the power to do so.
As the two ladies headed off, Evras would usually cycle through all the Gods, but with visitors this time, she instead chose to simply hang back and allow the Taengeans to do their own prayers, content as she would be making another trip back likely within the next few days. As princess, one of her duties also included praying for the wellbeing and health of Colchian's and their kingdom, and Evras saw through to that duty very seriously, dutifully bringing the offerings every two or three days.
Turning to her sister once they left to their own offerings, Evras blinked, and then her eyes softened, a thankful gaze coming to her lips when she saw what Thea held out. To have a figurine of the goddess of motherhood in her rooms would calm her - it would be one other thing she could do as she anxiously waited till her pregnancy reached a safe term for her to ascertain that she would hold a child in her arms in the next few months. As a newlywed, Evras had left the possibility of a second child after giving birth to Dion up to the will of the Gods, believing the Gods to know best. But now at her age, Evras was reduced to praying for one - she did not wish her son to grow up alone, and simply wished for a young babe to hold in her arms again.
Gratefulness shone in her eyes as she held the figurine and pomegranate close to her chest, the saccharine scent of the fruit reminding her of how the Goddess's temple would smell like, overflowing with offerings from everyone who would visit. At this hour early in the morning, the scent would not be so strong yet for the priestesses and priests would have cleared out the altar the night before, but should one visit during midday, that would be when the offerings would be at its peak, and fruity scents lingered in the air.
"Thank you, sister." she murmured, leaning forward to press a kiss to Thea's cheek, before waving a maid forward. Handing the figurine over with express instructions to be careful with the finely wrought ivory-figurine, Evras held on to the pomegranate, and looped her arm through to Thea's tuging on her sister. "Come with me to visit Hera, would you? I would feel much calmer by your side."
Evras would do her own prayers to Hera behind where the exiled Queen of Taengea, though hers was shorter, once she arrived. Once that was done, she would simply wait for the readiness of the visitors she brought along, before returning them to the carriage. The sun would've rose by then, as the city came to life - but at least for the four ladies within the temples, each silently praying for what they wanted the most - the day would've started on the right note.
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As the two ladies headed off, Evras would usually cycle through all the Gods, but with visitors this time, she instead chose to simply hang back and allow the Taengeans to do their own prayers, content as she would be making another trip back likely within the next few days. As princess, one of her duties also included praying for the wellbeing and health of Colchian's and their kingdom, and Evras saw through to that duty very seriously, dutifully bringing the offerings every two or three days.
Turning to her sister once they left to their own offerings, Evras blinked, and then her eyes softened, a thankful gaze coming to her lips when she saw what Thea held out. To have a figurine of the goddess of motherhood in her rooms would calm her - it would be one other thing she could do as she anxiously waited till her pregnancy reached a safe term for her to ascertain that she would hold a child in her arms in the next few months. As a newlywed, Evras had left the possibility of a second child after giving birth to Dion up to the will of the Gods, believing the Gods to know best. But now at her age, Evras was reduced to praying for one - she did not wish her son to grow up alone, and simply wished for a young babe to hold in her arms again.
Gratefulness shone in her eyes as she held the figurine and pomegranate close to her chest, the saccharine scent of the fruit reminding her of how the Goddess's temple would smell like, overflowing with offerings from everyone who would visit. At this hour early in the morning, the scent would not be so strong yet for the priestesses and priests would have cleared out the altar the night before, but should one visit during midday, that would be when the offerings would be at its peak, and fruity scents lingered in the air.
"Thank you, sister." she murmured, leaning forward to press a kiss to Thea's cheek, before waving a maid forward. Handing the figurine over with express instructions to be careful with the finely wrought ivory-figurine, Evras held on to the pomegranate, and looped her arm through to Thea's tuging on her sister. "Come with me to visit Hera, would you? I would feel much calmer by your side."
Evras would do her own prayers to Hera behind where the exiled Queen of Taengea, though hers was shorter, once she arrived. Once that was done, she would simply wait for the readiness of the visitors she brought along, before returning them to the carriage. The sun would've rose by then, as the city came to life - but at least for the four ladies within the temples, each silently praying for what they wanted the most - the day would've started on the right note.
As the two ladies headed off, Evras would usually cycle through all the Gods, but with visitors this time, she instead chose to simply hang back and allow the Taengeans to do their own prayers, content as she would be making another trip back likely within the next few days. As princess, one of her duties also included praying for the wellbeing and health of Colchian's and their kingdom, and Evras saw through to that duty very seriously, dutifully bringing the offerings every two or three days.
Turning to her sister once they left to their own offerings, Evras blinked, and then her eyes softened, a thankful gaze coming to her lips when she saw what Thea held out. To have a figurine of the goddess of motherhood in her rooms would calm her - it would be one other thing she could do as she anxiously waited till her pregnancy reached a safe term for her to ascertain that she would hold a child in her arms in the next few months. As a newlywed, Evras had left the possibility of a second child after giving birth to Dion up to the will of the Gods, believing the Gods to know best. But now at her age, Evras was reduced to praying for one - she did not wish her son to grow up alone, and simply wished for a young babe to hold in her arms again.
Gratefulness shone in her eyes as she held the figurine and pomegranate close to her chest, the saccharine scent of the fruit reminding her of how the Goddess's temple would smell like, overflowing with offerings from everyone who would visit. At this hour early in the morning, the scent would not be so strong yet for the priestesses and priests would have cleared out the altar the night before, but should one visit during midday, that would be when the offerings would be at its peak, and fruity scents lingered in the air.
"Thank you, sister." she murmured, leaning forward to press a kiss to Thea's cheek, before waving a maid forward. Handing the figurine over with express instructions to be careful with the finely wrought ivory-figurine, Evras held on to the pomegranate, and looped her arm through to Thea's tuging on her sister. "Come with me to visit Hera, would you? I would feel much calmer by your side."
Evras would do her own prayers to Hera behind where the exiled Queen of Taengea, though hers was shorter, once she arrived. Once that was done, she would simply wait for the readiness of the visitors she brought along, before returning them to the carriage. The sun would've rose by then, as the city came to life - but at least for the four ladies within the temples, each silently praying for what they wanted the most - the day would've started on the right note.