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Lady Sibyl held tightly onto her husband’s arm and pointed towards Lady Evelli, who stood alone amid the festivities. ”Look,” she said softly, stroking Gavriil’s arm. “Gregorios is nowhere to be seen, Gavriil and she looks sad to me. Ask her to dance. It will do her some good. After all the bad luck they’ve had lately…” His wife was referring, of course, to the constant daughters being born to the Leventi brothers. Not a one of them, not Lord Fotios, not Lord Georgios, not Lord Konstanos, had sons. There was time, of course, but as yet, none of them had had the fortune that he and his wife had in Iason. That Dorothea was a girl mattered little in light that her brother existed and Gavriil was allowed to love her, therefore, without guilt.
“She doesn’t want to,” he said into his wife’s ear, hoping to put an end to it but Sibyl wouldn’t be put off and instead took to half dragging him, laughing as she did it, over to Evelli.
“Lady Evelli, my friend,” said Lady Sibyl, tugging Gavriil along with her. She laid a hand on Evelli’s arm. “I was just saying to my dear husband that a dance is what you need. Here, I am much too tired, myself.” She gave Evelli a knowing look and smoothed her hands over her slowly growing stomach. “Would you please? My lord loves the dance, so.” This was not at all true and Gavriil widened his eyes at his wife, trying to think of how to get out of this dance, but somehow, within a few minutes, he found himself moving across the floor, dancing with Evelli Leventi.
“You look...nice?” he offered, knowing his wife would be asking what he’d done to try and make Evelli smile. Gavriil resisted craning his neck to try and get a glimpse at his wife. He was not a little boy. He could dance just fine. Probably. Although he kept accidentally getting steps wrong and he frowned, looking down at his feet. “Mmm,” he grumped. “This is more difficult than I remember.
They were in the grand hall of the palati. King Zennon sat on his throne, watching Queen Elise swanning around the dance floor, looking Ethereal and greatly enjoying a celebration of all her closest friends and neighbors, all of this dedicated specifically to her. On the sides of the room, tables were set up, laden with food and drink, with servants standing at attention, ready to serve whichever guest walked up. Above them, candles burned brightly, illuminating the whole room with a soft, though bright glow. Having just turned 41, Gavriil was still handsome. His looks hadn’t failed him quite yet, but he was as unsuited to a large party now as he would be in later years.
Small talk was never going to be his forte, but for his wife, he’d try anyway. “Did...where is your husband?” Blunt. Flat. Almost pleading.
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Lady Sibyl held tightly onto her husband’s arm and pointed towards Lady Evelli, who stood alone amid the festivities. ”Look,” she said softly, stroking Gavriil’s arm. “Gregorios is nowhere to be seen, Gavriil and she looks sad to me. Ask her to dance. It will do her some good. After all the bad luck they’ve had lately…” His wife was referring, of course, to the constant daughters being born to the Leventi brothers. Not a one of them, not Lord Fotios, not Lord Georgios, not Lord Konstanos, had sons. There was time, of course, but as yet, none of them had had the fortune that he and his wife had in Iason. That Dorothea was a girl mattered little in light that her brother existed and Gavriil was allowed to love her, therefore, without guilt.
“She doesn’t want to,” he said into his wife’s ear, hoping to put an end to it but Sibyl wouldn’t be put off and instead took to half dragging him, laughing as she did it, over to Evelli.
“Lady Evelli, my friend,” said Lady Sibyl, tugging Gavriil along with her. She laid a hand on Evelli’s arm. “I was just saying to my dear husband that a dance is what you need. Here, I am much too tired, myself.” She gave Evelli a knowing look and smoothed her hands over her slowly growing stomach. “Would you please? My lord loves the dance, so.” This was not at all true and Gavriil widened his eyes at his wife, trying to think of how to get out of this dance, but somehow, within a few minutes, he found himself moving across the floor, dancing with Evelli Leventi.
“You look...nice?” he offered, knowing his wife would be asking what he’d done to try and make Evelli smile. Gavriil resisted craning his neck to try and get a glimpse at his wife. He was not a little boy. He could dance just fine. Probably. Although he kept accidentally getting steps wrong and he frowned, looking down at his feet. “Mmm,” he grumped. “This is more difficult than I remember.
They were in the grand hall of the palati. King Zennon sat on his throne, watching Queen Elise swanning around the dance floor, looking Ethereal and greatly enjoying a celebration of all her closest friends and neighbors, all of this dedicated specifically to her. On the sides of the room, tables were set up, laden with food and drink, with servants standing at attention, ready to serve whichever guest walked up. Above them, candles burned brightly, illuminating the whole room with a soft, though bright glow. Having just turned 41, Gavriil was still handsome. His looks hadn’t failed him quite yet, but he was as unsuited to a large party now as he would be in later years.
Small talk was never going to be his forte, but for his wife, he’d try anyway. “Did...where is your husband?” Blunt. Flat. Almost pleading.
Lady Sibyl held tightly onto her husband’s arm and pointed towards Lady Evelli, who stood alone amid the festivities. ”Look,” she said softly, stroking Gavriil’s arm. “Gregorios is nowhere to be seen, Gavriil and she looks sad to me. Ask her to dance. It will do her some good. After all the bad luck they’ve had lately…” His wife was referring, of course, to the constant daughters being born to the Leventi brothers. Not a one of them, not Lord Fotios, not Lord Georgios, not Lord Konstanos, had sons. There was time, of course, but as yet, none of them had had the fortune that he and his wife had in Iason. That Dorothea was a girl mattered little in light that her brother existed and Gavriil was allowed to love her, therefore, without guilt.
“She doesn’t want to,” he said into his wife’s ear, hoping to put an end to it but Sibyl wouldn’t be put off and instead took to half dragging him, laughing as she did it, over to Evelli.
“Lady Evelli, my friend,” said Lady Sibyl, tugging Gavriil along with her. She laid a hand on Evelli’s arm. “I was just saying to my dear husband that a dance is what you need. Here, I am much too tired, myself.” She gave Evelli a knowing look and smoothed her hands over her slowly growing stomach. “Would you please? My lord loves the dance, so.” This was not at all true and Gavriil widened his eyes at his wife, trying to think of how to get out of this dance, but somehow, within a few minutes, he found himself moving across the floor, dancing with Evelli Leventi.
“You look...nice?” he offered, knowing his wife would be asking what he’d done to try and make Evelli smile. Gavriil resisted craning his neck to try and get a glimpse at his wife. He was not a little boy. He could dance just fine. Probably. Although he kept accidentally getting steps wrong and he frowned, looking down at his feet. “Mmm,” he grumped. “This is more difficult than I remember.
They were in the grand hall of the palati. King Zennon sat on his throne, watching Queen Elise swanning around the dance floor, looking Ethereal and greatly enjoying a celebration of all her closest friends and neighbors, all of this dedicated specifically to her. On the sides of the room, tables were set up, laden with food and drink, with servants standing at attention, ready to serve whichever guest walked up. Above them, candles burned brightly, illuminating the whole room with a soft, though bright glow. Having just turned 41, Gavriil was still handsome. His looks hadn’t failed him quite yet, but he was as unsuited to a large party now as he would be in later years.
Small talk was never going to be his forte, but for his wife, he’d try anyway. “Did...where is your husband?” Blunt. Flat. Almost pleading.
It had been a.... trying year. Oh, Imma was a sweet baby. The youngest of her brood who had just turned one not a few months ago, Evelli had a joy caring for her newborn daughter, and her other girls were equally as charmed by the youngest. Georgios of course, was completely wrapped around her little finger, as he was with all his other girls. Her husband had always adored any child she birthed for him.
But while Evelli could not say she did not love Imma, for she surely did love her golden haired cherub, dissapointment never seemed far away for her. All her life, her parents had always instilled upon her that her only duty in life was to provide an heir for her husband and the continuation of her family line. That was the duty and job of a female born in nobility - yet all she had done was give birth to five girls. Now let it be clear, the dissapointment she felt was in no way the fault of her husband's, for Georgios always made it very clear he'd love any child Evelli granted him. It was her own mindset that casted a gloomy outlook on her demeanour now, even as she held a chalice of wine in her hand.
Her husband had left to chat with his brothers, as he was wont to do at functions such as these. Evelli had assured him that she would be well, but her mind was a force of its own. Even if she had no confirmation, it was as if half the eyes of the court was on her, whispering allegations as they did to every Leventi woman - that they were unable to bear a son for the family line. None of her brother in laws had any sons to their name so far... and with five girls, Evelli felt it the most.
Not realizing it showed on her face however, it was surprise that flashed across her features when a female voice came towards her calling her name.
Instinctively, Evelli wore a smile when she recognized Lady Sibyl, a sweet lady married to a husband who obviously loves her. The family of Dimitrou had always been one that Evelli envied, to a certain extent. It was obvious that, like herself and Georgios, Lady Sibyl and Lord Gavriil had a good relationship, one that was only exemplified when they had their firstborn son. And it helped that the lady of the Dimitrou Dynasteia had always been a kind soul, one that Evelli always enjoyed speaking with.
Her request had her laughing, but how could she turn that down? So instead, she did her best to wipe away the darkened look she had been wearing, and instead placed the half-empty chalice on a passing servant's tray, before nodding in return. "Of course, Lady Sibyl." she murmured, a smile casted on the lady and her growing abdomen. Evelli would dearly love to try again of course, not at all caring that if she did get pregnant again, this would be her sixth. But physicians had said that her five births had been strenuous on her body, and now that she was getting older, it would be dangerous - that simple word had been enough to put Georgios off trying for more children, for the man was far more concerned for his wife's health then he was for a son, much to Evelli's consternation.
Now was not the time to dwell on such matters however, so instead Evelli followed Gavriil's lead to the dance floor, chuckling when the elder man's compliment seemed somewhat stunted, if genuine. "Thank you, my lord." She had no designs on the man - she loved her own husband very much, even if theirs had been no love match at the beginning. Eventually Georgios's earnest devotion had earned her own love, but it was somewhat amusing to see Lord Gavriil do his best at a dance he was obviously struggling with.
"Do not worry, Lord Gavriil. People don't watch, so it is fine to just... ah, wing it, as they say." she murmured softly in return, placing her hands decently as they were supposed to, before beginning to move with the music. Her eyes flitted to her daughter, the only one old enough to attend with her. Theodora, Olympia and Nana were still far too young, even though Theo and Olympia had started taking lessons. Nana was still sharing the nursery with the one year old Imma for now, but it wouldn't be long before both her and Georgios would have their hands full herding five girls at a court event.
"My husband is catching up with his brother's - while keeping an eye on his precious daughter as usual." Evelli replied with a hint of laughter in her voice. Georgios was never more then five paces away from Selene, fearful that she may get taken away even if Evelli had assured him time and again, that nothing untoward would happen to her in a grand ballroom filled with nobility and security. "He finds a need to protect her from all that surrounds. But I'm sure you understand how he feels, do you not, my lord?"
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It had been a.... trying year. Oh, Imma was a sweet baby. The youngest of her brood who had just turned one not a few months ago, Evelli had a joy caring for her newborn daughter, and her other girls were equally as charmed by the youngest. Georgios of course, was completely wrapped around her little finger, as he was with all his other girls. Her husband had always adored any child she birthed for him.
But while Evelli could not say she did not love Imma, for she surely did love her golden haired cherub, dissapointment never seemed far away for her. All her life, her parents had always instilled upon her that her only duty in life was to provide an heir for her husband and the continuation of her family line. That was the duty and job of a female born in nobility - yet all she had done was give birth to five girls. Now let it be clear, the dissapointment she felt was in no way the fault of her husband's, for Georgios always made it very clear he'd love any child Evelli granted him. It was her own mindset that casted a gloomy outlook on her demeanour now, even as she held a chalice of wine in her hand.
Her husband had left to chat with his brothers, as he was wont to do at functions such as these. Evelli had assured him that she would be well, but her mind was a force of its own. Even if she had no confirmation, it was as if half the eyes of the court was on her, whispering allegations as they did to every Leventi woman - that they were unable to bear a son for the family line. None of her brother in laws had any sons to their name so far... and with five girls, Evelli felt it the most.
Not realizing it showed on her face however, it was surprise that flashed across her features when a female voice came towards her calling her name.
Instinctively, Evelli wore a smile when she recognized Lady Sibyl, a sweet lady married to a husband who obviously loves her. The family of Dimitrou had always been one that Evelli envied, to a certain extent. It was obvious that, like herself and Georgios, Lady Sibyl and Lord Gavriil had a good relationship, one that was only exemplified when they had their firstborn son. And it helped that the lady of the Dimitrou Dynasteia had always been a kind soul, one that Evelli always enjoyed speaking with.
Her request had her laughing, but how could she turn that down? So instead, she did her best to wipe away the darkened look she had been wearing, and instead placed the half-empty chalice on a passing servant's tray, before nodding in return. "Of course, Lady Sibyl." she murmured, a smile casted on the lady and her growing abdomen. Evelli would dearly love to try again of course, not at all caring that if she did get pregnant again, this would be her sixth. But physicians had said that her five births had been strenuous on her body, and now that she was getting older, it would be dangerous - that simple word had been enough to put Georgios off trying for more children, for the man was far more concerned for his wife's health then he was for a son, much to Evelli's consternation.
Now was not the time to dwell on such matters however, so instead Evelli followed Gavriil's lead to the dance floor, chuckling when the elder man's compliment seemed somewhat stunted, if genuine. "Thank you, my lord." She had no designs on the man - she loved her own husband very much, even if theirs had been no love match at the beginning. Eventually Georgios's earnest devotion had earned her own love, but it was somewhat amusing to see Lord Gavriil do his best at a dance he was obviously struggling with.
"Do not worry, Lord Gavriil. People don't watch, so it is fine to just... ah, wing it, as they say." she murmured softly in return, placing her hands decently as they were supposed to, before beginning to move with the music. Her eyes flitted to her daughter, the only one old enough to attend with her. Theodora, Olympia and Nana were still far too young, even though Theo and Olympia had started taking lessons. Nana was still sharing the nursery with the one year old Imma for now, but it wouldn't be long before both her and Georgios would have their hands full herding five girls at a court event.
"My husband is catching up with his brother's - while keeping an eye on his precious daughter as usual." Evelli replied with a hint of laughter in her voice. Georgios was never more then five paces away from Selene, fearful that she may get taken away even if Evelli had assured him time and again, that nothing untoward would happen to her in a grand ballroom filled with nobility and security. "He finds a need to protect her from all that surrounds. But I'm sure you understand how he feels, do you not, my lord?"
It had been a.... trying year. Oh, Imma was a sweet baby. The youngest of her brood who had just turned one not a few months ago, Evelli had a joy caring for her newborn daughter, and her other girls were equally as charmed by the youngest. Georgios of course, was completely wrapped around her little finger, as he was with all his other girls. Her husband had always adored any child she birthed for him.
But while Evelli could not say she did not love Imma, for she surely did love her golden haired cherub, dissapointment never seemed far away for her. All her life, her parents had always instilled upon her that her only duty in life was to provide an heir for her husband and the continuation of her family line. That was the duty and job of a female born in nobility - yet all she had done was give birth to five girls. Now let it be clear, the dissapointment she felt was in no way the fault of her husband's, for Georgios always made it very clear he'd love any child Evelli granted him. It was her own mindset that casted a gloomy outlook on her demeanour now, even as she held a chalice of wine in her hand.
Her husband had left to chat with his brothers, as he was wont to do at functions such as these. Evelli had assured him that she would be well, but her mind was a force of its own. Even if she had no confirmation, it was as if half the eyes of the court was on her, whispering allegations as they did to every Leventi woman - that they were unable to bear a son for the family line. None of her brother in laws had any sons to their name so far... and with five girls, Evelli felt it the most.
Not realizing it showed on her face however, it was surprise that flashed across her features when a female voice came towards her calling her name.
Instinctively, Evelli wore a smile when she recognized Lady Sibyl, a sweet lady married to a husband who obviously loves her. The family of Dimitrou had always been one that Evelli envied, to a certain extent. It was obvious that, like herself and Georgios, Lady Sibyl and Lord Gavriil had a good relationship, one that was only exemplified when they had their firstborn son. And it helped that the lady of the Dimitrou Dynasteia had always been a kind soul, one that Evelli always enjoyed speaking with.
Her request had her laughing, but how could she turn that down? So instead, she did her best to wipe away the darkened look she had been wearing, and instead placed the half-empty chalice on a passing servant's tray, before nodding in return. "Of course, Lady Sibyl." she murmured, a smile casted on the lady and her growing abdomen. Evelli would dearly love to try again of course, not at all caring that if she did get pregnant again, this would be her sixth. But physicians had said that her five births had been strenuous on her body, and now that she was getting older, it would be dangerous - that simple word had been enough to put Georgios off trying for more children, for the man was far more concerned for his wife's health then he was for a son, much to Evelli's consternation.
Now was not the time to dwell on such matters however, so instead Evelli followed Gavriil's lead to the dance floor, chuckling when the elder man's compliment seemed somewhat stunted, if genuine. "Thank you, my lord." She had no designs on the man - she loved her own husband very much, even if theirs had been no love match at the beginning. Eventually Georgios's earnest devotion had earned her own love, but it was somewhat amusing to see Lord Gavriil do his best at a dance he was obviously struggling with.
"Do not worry, Lord Gavriil. People don't watch, so it is fine to just... ah, wing it, as they say." she murmured softly in return, placing her hands decently as they were supposed to, before beginning to move with the music. Her eyes flitted to her daughter, the only one old enough to attend with her. Theodora, Olympia and Nana were still far too young, even though Theo and Olympia had started taking lessons. Nana was still sharing the nursery with the one year old Imma for now, but it wouldn't be long before both her and Georgios would have their hands full herding five girls at a court event.
"My husband is catching up with his brother's - while keeping an eye on his precious daughter as usual." Evelli replied with a hint of laughter in her voice. Georgios was never more then five paces away from Selene, fearful that she may get taken away even if Evelli had assured him time and again, that nothing untoward would happen to her in a grand ballroom filled with nobility and security. "He finds a need to protect her from all that surrounds. But I'm sure you understand how he feels, do you not, my lord?"
Light as he was on his feet when moving through the underbrush in the forest, this synchronic dance was different enough that he had trouble with the rhythm. Like any noble, he’d been taught to dance, but that was in his youth and felt like a lifetime ago at that. His parents had never put much more than the required effort into pleasing at court. His wife, being of common birth, only knew the peasant dances really well. She’d taken lessons in the court dances, but her forte was not dancing, and she and Gavriil never danced together unless it was in public. If they did, they were not the ones out in the middle to be praised. They stayed to the side, moving together, having fun but not displaying any proficiency.
Now, with Lady Evelli, they’d somehow ended up nearer to the middle of the floor than not and Gavriil felt it. Evelli attempted to comfort him by saying "Do not worry, Lord Gavriil. People don't watch, so it is fine to just... ah, wing it, as they say."
“They can watch,” he gruffed, glancing down at their feet, rather than at her. “I don’t want to hurt your toes,” he said. Thankfully for the two of them, he was wearing sandals and not his heavy hunting boots. Otherwise, Evelli’s tone might not have been so soothing in nature.
"My husband is catching up with his brother's - while keeping an eye on his precious daughter as usual." she said easily, moving the conversation on. "He finds a need to protect her from all that surrounds. But I'm sure you understand how he feels, do you not, my lord?"
Gavriil shot her a look and tried to think of a diplomatic thing to say. “I…” he thought of Dorothea. Even at eight years old, he had her and Iason with him out hunting and had trained both of them to stay right where he put them, like they were little fawns. He could leave them in place for over an hour by themselves, armed with knives, bows, and the ability to defend themselves or scale trees if necessary. They were fawns and bear cubs all rolled into one. Able to stay still and unseen in the foliage, or, in the case of true danger, scale a tree with the speed of the bear cub to await his return.
“He is most attentive,” he agreed, without actually agreeing. He didn’t believe in coddling children that way. It produced nervousness and an inability to depend on themselves. But then, the Dimitrou clan were sometimes seen as savages at court, so he didn’t think his brand of parenting would thrill Evelli...yet he couldn’t help but add, “I have left Dorothea and Iason alone for hours in the woods. I believe Selene would be well if Georgios was less vigilant.” That was all the criticism he was prepared to lob at a man he had zero qualms with.
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Light as he was on his feet when moving through the underbrush in the forest, this synchronic dance was different enough that he had trouble with the rhythm. Like any noble, he’d been taught to dance, but that was in his youth and felt like a lifetime ago at that. His parents had never put much more than the required effort into pleasing at court. His wife, being of common birth, only knew the peasant dances really well. She’d taken lessons in the court dances, but her forte was not dancing, and she and Gavriil never danced together unless it was in public. If they did, they were not the ones out in the middle to be praised. They stayed to the side, moving together, having fun but not displaying any proficiency.
Now, with Lady Evelli, they’d somehow ended up nearer to the middle of the floor than not and Gavriil felt it. Evelli attempted to comfort him by saying "Do not worry, Lord Gavriil. People don't watch, so it is fine to just... ah, wing it, as they say."
“They can watch,” he gruffed, glancing down at their feet, rather than at her. “I don’t want to hurt your toes,” he said. Thankfully for the two of them, he was wearing sandals and not his heavy hunting boots. Otherwise, Evelli’s tone might not have been so soothing in nature.
"My husband is catching up with his brother's - while keeping an eye on his precious daughter as usual." she said easily, moving the conversation on. "He finds a need to protect her from all that surrounds. But I'm sure you understand how he feels, do you not, my lord?"
Gavriil shot her a look and tried to think of a diplomatic thing to say. “I…” he thought of Dorothea. Even at eight years old, he had her and Iason with him out hunting and had trained both of them to stay right where he put them, like they were little fawns. He could leave them in place for over an hour by themselves, armed with knives, bows, and the ability to defend themselves or scale trees if necessary. They were fawns and bear cubs all rolled into one. Able to stay still and unseen in the foliage, or, in the case of true danger, scale a tree with the speed of the bear cub to await his return.
“He is most attentive,” he agreed, without actually agreeing. He didn’t believe in coddling children that way. It produced nervousness and an inability to depend on themselves. But then, the Dimitrou clan were sometimes seen as savages at court, so he didn’t think his brand of parenting would thrill Evelli...yet he couldn’t help but add, “I have left Dorothea and Iason alone for hours in the woods. I believe Selene would be well if Georgios was less vigilant.” That was all the criticism he was prepared to lob at a man he had zero qualms with.
Light as he was on his feet when moving through the underbrush in the forest, this synchronic dance was different enough that he had trouble with the rhythm. Like any noble, he’d been taught to dance, but that was in his youth and felt like a lifetime ago at that. His parents had never put much more than the required effort into pleasing at court. His wife, being of common birth, only knew the peasant dances really well. She’d taken lessons in the court dances, but her forte was not dancing, and she and Gavriil never danced together unless it was in public. If they did, they were not the ones out in the middle to be praised. They stayed to the side, moving together, having fun but not displaying any proficiency.
Now, with Lady Evelli, they’d somehow ended up nearer to the middle of the floor than not and Gavriil felt it. Evelli attempted to comfort him by saying "Do not worry, Lord Gavriil. People don't watch, so it is fine to just... ah, wing it, as they say."
“They can watch,” he gruffed, glancing down at their feet, rather than at her. “I don’t want to hurt your toes,” he said. Thankfully for the two of them, he was wearing sandals and not his heavy hunting boots. Otherwise, Evelli’s tone might not have been so soothing in nature.
"My husband is catching up with his brother's - while keeping an eye on his precious daughter as usual." she said easily, moving the conversation on. "He finds a need to protect her from all that surrounds. But I'm sure you understand how he feels, do you not, my lord?"
Gavriil shot her a look and tried to think of a diplomatic thing to say. “I…” he thought of Dorothea. Even at eight years old, he had her and Iason with him out hunting and had trained both of them to stay right where he put them, like they were little fawns. He could leave them in place for over an hour by themselves, armed with knives, bows, and the ability to defend themselves or scale trees if necessary. They were fawns and bear cubs all rolled into one. Able to stay still and unseen in the foliage, or, in the case of true danger, scale a tree with the speed of the bear cub to await his return.
“He is most attentive,” he agreed, without actually agreeing. He didn’t believe in coddling children that way. It produced nervousness and an inability to depend on themselves. But then, the Dimitrou clan were sometimes seen as savages at court, so he didn’t think his brand of parenting would thrill Evelli...yet he couldn’t help but add, “I have left Dorothea and Iason alone for hours in the woods. I believe Selene would be well if Georgios was less vigilant.” That was all the criticism he was prepared to lob at a man he had zero qualms with.
She was an adept dancer. Her mother, Nomiki of Leventi, had made sure that Evelli received dance lessons from the best tutors in Taengea, for in her mother's eyes, that was the best way and form Evelli could display to get a husband. But to Evelli's advantage, the lady actually enjoyed it. In her younger years, Georgios would always ensure he took a few rounds with his wife on the floor, for he always said he enjoyed the smile Evelli wore when she was dancing. After the birth of Olympia however, and when Selene had started attending court, her husband had busied himself with the girls, that Evelli only got a few. He was apologetic of course, but Evelli did not fault him, for she knew of her husband's overprotective nature of his daughter's.
Just like how he was practically hovering over the young Selene, new to court and already attracting attention from all over. A beauty that was rumored to have been blessed by Aprhodite herself, Georgios found himself with his hands full fending off young men, that Evelli could only watch with rueful amusement.
"My toes will be fine, my lord. My husband had a long learning curve, I've developed quite a tolerance for pain." Evelli replied with an airy laugh as a spin was done, and she returned to speaking distance. "Do you not dance with your wife often then? I was of the impression that Lady Sibyl enjoyed this sport." That Gavrill was gruff amused her. Evelli was not offended, purely because she often spoke with Lady Sibyl, and for a lady to be so happy with her husband, there was no way the lord she was married to could be bad... so Evelli merely wanted to see further.
Raising a brow at his own judgement of his children, in a way, she supposed his children were... different then her own. The Dimitrou house were known to be hunters and well skilled at the sport. For a moment, Evelli wondered if she should send her daughter's to learn under them - but in that same instance, she also knew her husband would never agree. Besides, her daughter's needed to find husbands, and for that to occur, skills in dancing, music and song were far more valuable then hunting and archery.
Nevertheless though, that wasn't exactly what Evelli had in mind.
Her eyes twinkled as she gazed at the lord for a moment, before nodding in agreement. "That is very commendable, my lord. I'm sure Lady Dorothea and young Lord Iason excel in the woods. However, it isn't Selene, my husband is worried about. She's fine in social settings. It is the ones who have their eye on our eldest daughter, that Georgios is watching out for." Momentarily, Evelli directed Gavriil's gaze to where Selene stood basically holding court with half a dozen young men who were practically drooling over the blonde haired beauty in an ice blue chiton, before speaking again. "Would you leave Lady Dorothea alone, in a situation like that, my lord?"
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She was an adept dancer. Her mother, Nomiki of Leventi, had made sure that Evelli received dance lessons from the best tutors in Taengea, for in her mother's eyes, that was the best way and form Evelli could display to get a husband. But to Evelli's advantage, the lady actually enjoyed it. In her younger years, Georgios would always ensure he took a few rounds with his wife on the floor, for he always said he enjoyed the smile Evelli wore when she was dancing. After the birth of Olympia however, and when Selene had started attending court, her husband had busied himself with the girls, that Evelli only got a few. He was apologetic of course, but Evelli did not fault him, for she knew of her husband's overprotective nature of his daughter's.
Just like how he was practically hovering over the young Selene, new to court and already attracting attention from all over. A beauty that was rumored to have been blessed by Aprhodite herself, Georgios found himself with his hands full fending off young men, that Evelli could only watch with rueful amusement.
"My toes will be fine, my lord. My husband had a long learning curve, I've developed quite a tolerance for pain." Evelli replied with an airy laugh as a spin was done, and she returned to speaking distance. "Do you not dance with your wife often then? I was of the impression that Lady Sibyl enjoyed this sport." That Gavrill was gruff amused her. Evelli was not offended, purely because she often spoke with Lady Sibyl, and for a lady to be so happy with her husband, there was no way the lord she was married to could be bad... so Evelli merely wanted to see further.
Raising a brow at his own judgement of his children, in a way, she supposed his children were... different then her own. The Dimitrou house were known to be hunters and well skilled at the sport. For a moment, Evelli wondered if she should send her daughter's to learn under them - but in that same instance, she also knew her husband would never agree. Besides, her daughter's needed to find husbands, and for that to occur, skills in dancing, music and song were far more valuable then hunting and archery.
Nevertheless though, that wasn't exactly what Evelli had in mind.
Her eyes twinkled as she gazed at the lord for a moment, before nodding in agreement. "That is very commendable, my lord. I'm sure Lady Dorothea and young Lord Iason excel in the woods. However, it isn't Selene, my husband is worried about. She's fine in social settings. It is the ones who have their eye on our eldest daughter, that Georgios is watching out for." Momentarily, Evelli directed Gavriil's gaze to where Selene stood basically holding court with half a dozen young men who were practically drooling over the blonde haired beauty in an ice blue chiton, before speaking again. "Would you leave Lady Dorothea alone, in a situation like that, my lord?"
She was an adept dancer. Her mother, Nomiki of Leventi, had made sure that Evelli received dance lessons from the best tutors in Taengea, for in her mother's eyes, that was the best way and form Evelli could display to get a husband. But to Evelli's advantage, the lady actually enjoyed it. In her younger years, Georgios would always ensure he took a few rounds with his wife on the floor, for he always said he enjoyed the smile Evelli wore when she was dancing. After the birth of Olympia however, and when Selene had started attending court, her husband had busied himself with the girls, that Evelli only got a few. He was apologetic of course, but Evelli did not fault him, for she knew of her husband's overprotective nature of his daughter's.
Just like how he was practically hovering over the young Selene, new to court and already attracting attention from all over. A beauty that was rumored to have been blessed by Aprhodite herself, Georgios found himself with his hands full fending off young men, that Evelli could only watch with rueful amusement.
"My toes will be fine, my lord. My husband had a long learning curve, I've developed quite a tolerance for pain." Evelli replied with an airy laugh as a spin was done, and she returned to speaking distance. "Do you not dance with your wife often then? I was of the impression that Lady Sibyl enjoyed this sport." That Gavrill was gruff amused her. Evelli was not offended, purely because she often spoke with Lady Sibyl, and for a lady to be so happy with her husband, there was no way the lord she was married to could be bad... so Evelli merely wanted to see further.
Raising a brow at his own judgement of his children, in a way, she supposed his children were... different then her own. The Dimitrou house were known to be hunters and well skilled at the sport. For a moment, Evelli wondered if she should send her daughter's to learn under them - but in that same instance, she also knew her husband would never agree. Besides, her daughter's needed to find husbands, and for that to occur, skills in dancing, music and song were far more valuable then hunting and archery.
Nevertheless though, that wasn't exactly what Evelli had in mind.
Her eyes twinkled as she gazed at the lord for a moment, before nodding in agreement. "That is very commendable, my lord. I'm sure Lady Dorothea and young Lord Iason excel in the woods. However, it isn't Selene, my husband is worried about. She's fine in social settings. It is the ones who have their eye on our eldest daughter, that Georgios is watching out for." Momentarily, Evelli directed Gavriil's gaze to where Selene stood basically holding court with half a dozen young men who were practically drooling over the blonde haired beauty in an ice blue chiton, before speaking again. "Would you leave Lady Dorothea alone, in a situation like that, my lord?"
He was still watching their feet when Evelli joked that she had a high tolerance for pain. Gavriil nodded at that. Lady Evelli was fortunate to have the ability to block out pain when she had birthed five children. The lord supposed that a little pressure on the toes would be nothing in comparison and so took the lady at her word. Of course, he would still be sure not to harm her if he could possibly help it, and when it came time to spin Evelli out from him and bring her back, he was more amazed than she was that it had worked, which he figured was more due to her skill than to his.
"Do you not dance with your wife often then? I was of the impression that Lady Sibyl enjoyed this sport."
“Country dances,” he corrected. “You know. ‘Round the bonfire. In a circle.” He broke one of his hands free from Evelli’s grasp so that he could make a little circling motion with his finger and found his attention drawn over Evelli’s shoulder. His wife stood at the far end of the dance floor, having drifted over to speak to one of her other friends, and the two women were laughing and looking at him. Knowing his wife, their humor at his expense was not meant for ill, and so he bore it. “Savage dancing,” he continued to Evelli as though his wife was not finding this whole thing completely hilarious. Gavriil knew exactly which part had tickled her so, too. It was the spin that had gone off rather beautifully. When he and Sibyl had tried that at home a few times, it had ended up with one or the both of them stuck as to how to get back properly. Either his arm or hers would be in the wrong place and somehow she’d ended up to his right instead of his left. Or was it supposed to be the other way around?
"That is very commendable, my lord. I'm sure Lady Dorothea and young Lord Iason excel in the woods. However, it isn't Selene, my husband is worried about. She's fine in social settings. It is the ones who have their eye on our eldest daughter, that Georgios is watching out for." Evelli was saying, and it brought lord Gavriil back to the present, stopping his tangle of thoughts on dancing. On their girl? Gavriil frowned a moment. Wasn’t the point for Selene to be seen? And then he gathered Evelli’s meaning. Of course. In his analogy, he’d given his children the skills to defend themselves, but exactly how Selene was supposed to do that without a real knife, which would never be permitted, he was unsure.
"Would you leave Lady Dorothea alone, in a situation like that, my lord?"
“Ah,” he gave her a tight smile that held a contrite tone in it. “Ah, no, ah, I wouldn’t. I apologize, I see how I may have given the impression that Lord Georgios is too protective, but I don’t have a solution, so maybe he isn’t.” It wasn’t the dancing part that Gavriil didn’t like, though he wasn’t stellar at it. It was the conversation part, which, again, he wasn’t stellar with. Lord Gavriil was not a simple minded man, but he was not in possession of a sharp, witty tongue, either. He liked to consider his answers and for his words to have meaning. There needed to be a point to conversation and not just talking for its own sake, which was what dancing required. Unfortunately for his dance partner, she was going to have to bear witness to his weakness in this area.
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He was still watching their feet when Evelli joked that she had a high tolerance for pain. Gavriil nodded at that. Lady Evelli was fortunate to have the ability to block out pain when she had birthed five children. The lord supposed that a little pressure on the toes would be nothing in comparison and so took the lady at her word. Of course, he would still be sure not to harm her if he could possibly help it, and when it came time to spin Evelli out from him and bring her back, he was more amazed than she was that it had worked, which he figured was more due to her skill than to his.
"Do you not dance with your wife often then? I was of the impression that Lady Sibyl enjoyed this sport."
“Country dances,” he corrected. “You know. ‘Round the bonfire. In a circle.” He broke one of his hands free from Evelli’s grasp so that he could make a little circling motion with his finger and found his attention drawn over Evelli’s shoulder. His wife stood at the far end of the dance floor, having drifted over to speak to one of her other friends, and the two women were laughing and looking at him. Knowing his wife, their humor at his expense was not meant for ill, and so he bore it. “Savage dancing,” he continued to Evelli as though his wife was not finding this whole thing completely hilarious. Gavriil knew exactly which part had tickled her so, too. It was the spin that had gone off rather beautifully. When he and Sibyl had tried that at home a few times, it had ended up with one or the both of them stuck as to how to get back properly. Either his arm or hers would be in the wrong place and somehow she’d ended up to his right instead of his left. Or was it supposed to be the other way around?
"That is very commendable, my lord. I'm sure Lady Dorothea and young Lord Iason excel in the woods. However, it isn't Selene, my husband is worried about. She's fine in social settings. It is the ones who have their eye on our eldest daughter, that Georgios is watching out for." Evelli was saying, and it brought lord Gavriil back to the present, stopping his tangle of thoughts on dancing. On their girl? Gavriil frowned a moment. Wasn’t the point for Selene to be seen? And then he gathered Evelli’s meaning. Of course. In his analogy, he’d given his children the skills to defend themselves, but exactly how Selene was supposed to do that without a real knife, which would never be permitted, he was unsure.
"Would you leave Lady Dorothea alone, in a situation like that, my lord?"
“Ah,” he gave her a tight smile that held a contrite tone in it. “Ah, no, ah, I wouldn’t. I apologize, I see how I may have given the impression that Lord Georgios is too protective, but I don’t have a solution, so maybe he isn’t.” It wasn’t the dancing part that Gavriil didn’t like, though he wasn’t stellar at it. It was the conversation part, which, again, he wasn’t stellar with. Lord Gavriil was not a simple minded man, but he was not in possession of a sharp, witty tongue, either. He liked to consider his answers and for his words to have meaning. There needed to be a point to conversation and not just talking for its own sake, which was what dancing required. Unfortunately for his dance partner, she was going to have to bear witness to his weakness in this area.
He was still watching their feet when Evelli joked that she had a high tolerance for pain. Gavriil nodded at that. Lady Evelli was fortunate to have the ability to block out pain when she had birthed five children. The lord supposed that a little pressure on the toes would be nothing in comparison and so took the lady at her word. Of course, he would still be sure not to harm her if he could possibly help it, and when it came time to spin Evelli out from him and bring her back, he was more amazed than she was that it had worked, which he figured was more due to her skill than to his.
"Do you not dance with your wife often then? I was of the impression that Lady Sibyl enjoyed this sport."
“Country dances,” he corrected. “You know. ‘Round the bonfire. In a circle.” He broke one of his hands free from Evelli’s grasp so that he could make a little circling motion with his finger and found his attention drawn over Evelli’s shoulder. His wife stood at the far end of the dance floor, having drifted over to speak to one of her other friends, and the two women were laughing and looking at him. Knowing his wife, their humor at his expense was not meant for ill, and so he bore it. “Savage dancing,” he continued to Evelli as though his wife was not finding this whole thing completely hilarious. Gavriil knew exactly which part had tickled her so, too. It was the spin that had gone off rather beautifully. When he and Sibyl had tried that at home a few times, it had ended up with one or the both of them stuck as to how to get back properly. Either his arm or hers would be in the wrong place and somehow she’d ended up to his right instead of his left. Or was it supposed to be the other way around?
"That is very commendable, my lord. I'm sure Lady Dorothea and young Lord Iason excel in the woods. However, it isn't Selene, my husband is worried about. She's fine in social settings. It is the ones who have their eye on our eldest daughter, that Georgios is watching out for." Evelli was saying, and it brought lord Gavriil back to the present, stopping his tangle of thoughts on dancing. On their girl? Gavriil frowned a moment. Wasn’t the point for Selene to be seen? And then he gathered Evelli’s meaning. Of course. In his analogy, he’d given his children the skills to defend themselves, but exactly how Selene was supposed to do that without a real knife, which would never be permitted, he was unsure.
"Would you leave Lady Dorothea alone, in a situation like that, my lord?"
“Ah,” he gave her a tight smile that held a contrite tone in it. “Ah, no, ah, I wouldn’t. I apologize, I see how I may have given the impression that Lord Georgios is too protective, but I don’t have a solution, so maybe he isn’t.” It wasn’t the dancing part that Gavriil didn’t like, though he wasn’t stellar at it. It was the conversation part, which, again, he wasn’t stellar with. Lord Gavriil was not a simple minded man, but he was not in possession of a sharp, witty tongue, either. He liked to consider his answers and for his words to have meaning. There needed to be a point to conversation and not just talking for its own sake, which was what dancing required. Unfortunately for his dance partner, she was going to have to bear witness to his weakness in this area.
Evelli's face lit up at the mention of country dances. They were not things that Nomiki allowed her to participate in often, for her mother had seen them as heathen-ish, and inappropriate for a young lady who sought a husband. But Georgios had brought her. A little after she had given birth to Selene and just before she had gotten pregnant with Theodora, Georgios had brought her to a festival held in his province, and it was there that Evelli was introduced to the warmth of a simple village festival, one that was not held with the pomp and festivities as a grand festival thrown by a royal family, but held the same fun, and an extra added dash of warmth.
Gavriil would see an almost nostalgic smile as he called it savage dancing, but Evelli, while smiling, chose not to make a respond on it. Afterall, for someone else to hear Evelli disagree would mean for her name to be on someone else's tongue. Unlike the Dimitrou's, Evelli's name on the Leventi family line meant she had to upkeep the family image of grace, elegance and beauty, and country dancing certainly didn't fit the image. But neither was she going to disagree that it was fun.
Keeping in mind to ask Georgios to accompany her for another jaunt to the nearby village whenever they found the time (for now that Olympia was almost a year old, surely she could find the time), she followed the lord's guidance in the dance, as they continued the conversation to the question if their daughter's.
It was no secret that Georgios was overly protective of his daughter's, Selene especially so when she had just started attending court sessions and hosted dinner parties. Her blonde eldest born was now of the age to seek a husband, and while Evelli was strongly going down that path, it was a path she had to drag Georgios kicking and screaming along with her. Her husband had no wish to see Selene married. Raising a brow with a knowing smile when Gavriil agreed with her, she was not at all surprised with his answer,knowing that the Dimitrou lord equally treasured his daughter's as her husband did with theirs. "I don't think there would be any father who would deem themselves as 'too protective', my lord. Don't you think?' she murmured, a question that didn't really need an answer.
As the music began to die down, Evelli finished up the last few steps, and then smiled as she took one step back and did her curtsy as she was supposed to, before allowing herself to be led off the floor. "Thank you, Lord Gavriil, for accompanying me when my husband seems to busy for such things." Evelli murmured, an amused glance at her husband's glowering face at Selene holding court with many young gentleman her age. Her gaze flickered to where the wife of the lord approached, and to her, Evelli did a small nod of her head. "And thank you, Lady Sibyl, for the loan of your husband. His skills are...not as atrocious as he thinks they are. I bid you good night." With another small curtsy, Evelli flitted off to seek Selene and save her husband fro a whole night of glaring.
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Evelli's face lit up at the mention of country dances. They were not things that Nomiki allowed her to participate in often, for her mother had seen them as heathen-ish, and inappropriate for a young lady who sought a husband. But Georgios had brought her. A little after she had given birth to Selene and just before she had gotten pregnant with Theodora, Georgios had brought her to a festival held in his province, and it was there that Evelli was introduced to the warmth of a simple village festival, one that was not held with the pomp and festivities as a grand festival thrown by a royal family, but held the same fun, and an extra added dash of warmth.
Gavriil would see an almost nostalgic smile as he called it savage dancing, but Evelli, while smiling, chose not to make a respond on it. Afterall, for someone else to hear Evelli disagree would mean for her name to be on someone else's tongue. Unlike the Dimitrou's, Evelli's name on the Leventi family line meant she had to upkeep the family image of grace, elegance and beauty, and country dancing certainly didn't fit the image. But neither was she going to disagree that it was fun.
Keeping in mind to ask Georgios to accompany her for another jaunt to the nearby village whenever they found the time (for now that Olympia was almost a year old, surely she could find the time), she followed the lord's guidance in the dance, as they continued the conversation to the question if their daughter's.
It was no secret that Georgios was overly protective of his daughter's, Selene especially so when she had just started attending court sessions and hosted dinner parties. Her blonde eldest born was now of the age to seek a husband, and while Evelli was strongly going down that path, it was a path she had to drag Georgios kicking and screaming along with her. Her husband had no wish to see Selene married. Raising a brow with a knowing smile when Gavriil agreed with her, she was not at all surprised with his answer,knowing that the Dimitrou lord equally treasured his daughter's as her husband did with theirs. "I don't think there would be any father who would deem themselves as 'too protective', my lord. Don't you think?' she murmured, a question that didn't really need an answer.
As the music began to die down, Evelli finished up the last few steps, and then smiled as she took one step back and did her curtsy as she was supposed to, before allowing herself to be led off the floor. "Thank you, Lord Gavriil, for accompanying me when my husband seems to busy for such things." Evelli murmured, an amused glance at her husband's glowering face at Selene holding court with many young gentleman her age. Her gaze flickered to where the wife of the lord approached, and to her, Evelli did a small nod of her head. "And thank you, Lady Sibyl, for the loan of your husband. His skills are...not as atrocious as he thinks they are. I bid you good night." With another small curtsy, Evelli flitted off to seek Selene and save her husband fro a whole night of glaring.
Evelli's face lit up at the mention of country dances. They were not things that Nomiki allowed her to participate in often, for her mother had seen them as heathen-ish, and inappropriate for a young lady who sought a husband. But Georgios had brought her. A little after she had given birth to Selene and just before she had gotten pregnant with Theodora, Georgios had brought her to a festival held in his province, and it was there that Evelli was introduced to the warmth of a simple village festival, one that was not held with the pomp and festivities as a grand festival thrown by a royal family, but held the same fun, and an extra added dash of warmth.
Gavriil would see an almost nostalgic smile as he called it savage dancing, but Evelli, while smiling, chose not to make a respond on it. Afterall, for someone else to hear Evelli disagree would mean for her name to be on someone else's tongue. Unlike the Dimitrou's, Evelli's name on the Leventi family line meant she had to upkeep the family image of grace, elegance and beauty, and country dancing certainly didn't fit the image. But neither was she going to disagree that it was fun.
Keeping in mind to ask Georgios to accompany her for another jaunt to the nearby village whenever they found the time (for now that Olympia was almost a year old, surely she could find the time), she followed the lord's guidance in the dance, as they continued the conversation to the question if their daughter's.
It was no secret that Georgios was overly protective of his daughter's, Selene especially so when she had just started attending court sessions and hosted dinner parties. Her blonde eldest born was now of the age to seek a husband, and while Evelli was strongly going down that path, it was a path she had to drag Georgios kicking and screaming along with her. Her husband had no wish to see Selene married. Raising a brow with a knowing smile when Gavriil agreed with her, she was not at all surprised with his answer,knowing that the Dimitrou lord equally treasured his daughter's as her husband did with theirs. "I don't think there would be any father who would deem themselves as 'too protective', my lord. Don't you think?' she murmured, a question that didn't really need an answer.
As the music began to die down, Evelli finished up the last few steps, and then smiled as she took one step back and did her curtsy as she was supposed to, before allowing herself to be led off the floor. "Thank you, Lord Gavriil, for accompanying me when my husband seems to busy for such things." Evelli murmured, an amused glance at her husband's glowering face at Selene holding court with many young gentleman her age. Her gaze flickered to where the wife of the lord approached, and to her, Evelli did a small nod of her head. "And thank you, Lady Sibyl, for the loan of your husband. His skills are...not as atrocious as he thinks they are. I bid you good night." With another small curtsy, Evelli flitted off to seek Selene and save her husband fro a whole night of glaring.