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Krysto stared silently into the stables, running a hand back through his wild hair. The stallion had been quarenteened, but there was no promise that the other horses hadn't been infected. It was a frustrating situation, but something that they dealt with time and time again without fail. This was what happened when any creature remained in such close quarters with others. It was expected, but that didn't make it any less frustrating or worrying.
The captain was just glad that he had caught the sickness in the creature at the start, rather than when it was too late. He'd heard a story from a few years back when an illness had wiped out half of Euttica's stables simply because the stablehands hadn't caught it in time. The loss had been great, and the cost of replacing the horses had been even greater. Krysto was only thankful that it hadn't happened under his own watch.
Having sent for the horse physician the day before, the man set about his duties for the morning, instructing the stable hands to do a complete cleaning of the stables and to check for any other horses that seemed sickly. If they were lucky, it would not be something that was contageous. Hopefully, that was true. And if it wasn't contageous, Krysto hoped the physician had a remedy to help the poor creature. He was listless and would not eat, which only served to worry the captain more.
The stallion was only a few years old. Young by any real horse enthusiasts standards.
Deep in thought, the captain turned when one of the soldiers sounded behind him, instructing Krysto that the physician and his entourage was there. Brow furrowed, Krysto couldn't understand why an entourage would be needed, but he didn't question it any further than that. "Right," the captain hummed calmly, pushing away from the stable gate and stepping into the summer sunlight to meet the military's new guests.
The walk down the path was not a long one, and Krysto did not stop or wander on his way. With his mind on the issue at hand, he put a hand up to ward off one or two soldiers that seemed to have questions for him. Making note of their faces, he determined that he would speak with them later, when he had more time. Approaching the small group, Krysto stopped before them. "I am pleased that you could make it here so quickly," he greeted, offering his hand to the physician.
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Krysto stared silently into the stables, running a hand back through his wild hair. The stallion had been quarenteened, but there was no promise that the other horses hadn't been infected. It was a frustrating situation, but something that they dealt with time and time again without fail. This was what happened when any creature remained in such close quarters with others. It was expected, but that didn't make it any less frustrating or worrying.
The captain was just glad that he had caught the sickness in the creature at the start, rather than when it was too late. He'd heard a story from a few years back when an illness had wiped out half of Euttica's stables simply because the stablehands hadn't caught it in time. The loss had been great, and the cost of replacing the horses had been even greater. Krysto was only thankful that it hadn't happened under his own watch.
Having sent for the horse physician the day before, the man set about his duties for the morning, instructing the stable hands to do a complete cleaning of the stables and to check for any other horses that seemed sickly. If they were lucky, it would not be something that was contageous. Hopefully, that was true. And if it wasn't contageous, Krysto hoped the physician had a remedy to help the poor creature. He was listless and would not eat, which only served to worry the captain more.
The stallion was only a few years old. Young by any real horse enthusiasts standards.
Deep in thought, the captain turned when one of the soldiers sounded behind him, instructing Krysto that the physician and his entourage was there. Brow furrowed, Krysto couldn't understand why an entourage would be needed, but he didn't question it any further than that. "Right," the captain hummed calmly, pushing away from the stable gate and stepping into the summer sunlight to meet the military's new guests.
The walk down the path was not a long one, and Krysto did not stop or wander on his way. With his mind on the issue at hand, he put a hand up to ward off one or two soldiers that seemed to have questions for him. Making note of their faces, he determined that he would speak with them later, when he had more time. Approaching the small group, Krysto stopped before them. "I am pleased that you could make it here so quickly," he greeted, offering his hand to the physician.
Krysto stared silently into the stables, running a hand back through his wild hair. The stallion had been quarenteened, but there was no promise that the other horses hadn't been infected. It was a frustrating situation, but something that they dealt with time and time again without fail. This was what happened when any creature remained in such close quarters with others. It was expected, but that didn't make it any less frustrating or worrying.
The captain was just glad that he had caught the sickness in the creature at the start, rather than when it was too late. He'd heard a story from a few years back when an illness had wiped out half of Euttica's stables simply because the stablehands hadn't caught it in time. The loss had been great, and the cost of replacing the horses had been even greater. Krysto was only thankful that it hadn't happened under his own watch.
Having sent for the horse physician the day before, the man set about his duties for the morning, instructing the stable hands to do a complete cleaning of the stables and to check for any other horses that seemed sickly. If they were lucky, it would not be something that was contageous. Hopefully, that was true. And if it wasn't contageous, Krysto hoped the physician had a remedy to help the poor creature. He was listless and would not eat, which only served to worry the captain more.
The stallion was only a few years old. Young by any real horse enthusiasts standards.
Deep in thought, the captain turned when one of the soldiers sounded behind him, instructing Krysto that the physician and his entourage was there. Brow furrowed, Krysto couldn't understand why an entourage would be needed, but he didn't question it any further than that. "Right," the captain hummed calmly, pushing away from the stable gate and stepping into the summer sunlight to meet the military's new guests.
The walk down the path was not a long one, and Krysto did not stop or wander on his way. With his mind on the issue at hand, he put a hand up to ward off one or two soldiers that seemed to have questions for him. Making note of their faces, he determined that he would speak with them later, when he had more time. Approaching the small group, Krysto stopped before them. "I am pleased that you could make it here so quickly," he greeted, offering his hand to the physician.
The small group in question who had arrived at the stable barracks of Euttica's military force consisted of the famed horse healers and physician Aeneas of Acharist, two servants who were employed to aid him in his treatments, carry his equipment and prepare any required medicines and his fourth child and second daughter Hypatia.
Whilst Hypatia would never normally be instructed or permitted to attend upon her father during his visits to clients and their equine patients, it had been determined by her mother that upon this day with this specific assignment, she would become her father's aide and companion.
Whilst Hypatia loved her father as any young daughter should, she held not the connection with him that she did her maternal figure and, as such, conversation was rendered light and the few hours journey from Acharist to Euttica a singular bore of quiet tepidness. Such a missing connection had nothing to do with either herself or her sire's personalities and more so that of her mother. Europa was a forceful woman at her finest who enjoyed the means of a life of luxury that she could control. Whilst her sons had been held to high standards in scholarship pursuits and fame in the military, there was little that she could do to ensure positive outcomes for her male off-spring in such diversions. They were to fend for themselves. But her daughters... Her daughters, Europa could take a keen interest in regarding every element of their foundation, formation and fulfilment. This was especially true in her two eldest: Eurydice and Hypatia.
Whilst their two younger sisters were not yet of a stock and preparedness that Europa would consider to be worthy of the window dressing she had given upon her elder girls, any securing of unions and marriages for the youngest of the brood would be detrimental to the older. Including the eldest. Who was too beautiful and talented to be wasted on poor reputations and the only male of choice willing to overlook married younger siblings.
With such attention forced upon them, and their mother a guiding light in their lives, the role of father had been gradually shifted into the distances with each year that accumulated feminine attributes. The more of a woman each of the girls manifested into, the less their father played any form of significant role in their lives. And, as such, had become a ghostly figure of respect instead of one that actually cultivated love and honour. Young daughters were to love and respect their fathers. And so, they did so. Without any true concept of who their father was, beneath the sheen of his profession and wealth.
As such, it was bizarre for Hypatia to have been instructed on accompanying her father. Not because their personalities were out of line and her interest in the medicine of horses fairly non-existent. But because Europa would never have encouraged such an arrangement.
And, yet, she did.
Upon discovering that the client Aeneas was treating this tine was a warhorse from the army barracks in Euttica, Europa's political mind had instantly curled into a spring like fashion, ready to seek the rewards that could be reaped from such an opportunity.
For the military group of Euttica was the Taengean Lions - the preferred unit of the Lord Achilleas of Mikaelidas. If fortune favoured her family and the Lord was to be there a connection could be made between the families. If he was not and it was simply word of mouth that would shine in Aeneas' favour then so be it - but a good word in the right ear would have her husband's trade increased to the majority of the Taengean military. Either eventuality was a positive one and not to be missed for the sake of rousing one of her daughters and sending them on with their father, gift in hand and appearance constructed in all its finery.
As such, it came to be that Hypatia stood beside her father in the open stable yard of the military stables so highly favoured by the nephew of the king.
Whilst her father wore clothing appropriate to his job - a simple tunic of clear cut but fine fabric - and was dressed with no additional finery, the same could not be said of Hypatia. At the insistence of her mother, she was gowned as would be seen fitting to meet and greet with a member of the royal family should it turn out that he was there in attendance of his men.
Her chiton was a ruffled peplos, designed to pull tight across one shoulder and cinch in at the waist. the fabric was the palest of greens, the colour of sea form, and yet with several chiffon pieces over lapped to construct the bodice it darkened to a tone of pale mint. Around her waist was a belt of gold, the chain of which was affixed at the small of her back and then ran like a tail down to the hem of her gown and her sandals matched in shining tone. Her hair had been piled on top of her head in a design so feminine and delicate that it looked as if a solid breeze might send it destroyed, but it held with all the backbone and capability of Europa's maids. Large gold earrings hung at her lobes in lieu of a necklace and in Hypatia's hands was an ivory and gold inlay box from eastern lands. Within was the gift that she had been charged with presenting to the leader of the unit - or to Lord Achilleas himself, should she get the chance.
Glancing around at the place, Hypatia's nose wrinkled for a moment at the smell but more in a sense that she was acknowledging it than giving an expression of distaste, before she was distracted by the approach of a young and handsome man in military garb.
The manner in which he redirected those who sought his attention, suggested power, yet his age - or his appearance of age - was a clue that he had not been within his duties long. Perhaps he was a Lieutenant?
When he stepped forward, hand outstretched to Hypatia's father, the girl watched the greeting, standing with a demure quiet and statuesque coolness, designed to melt into the background of her father's presence.
"Of course, Captain." Her father responded, surprising his fifteen-year-old daughter that a man of such a young age might have succeeded so through the ranks. "These are my servants who will assist me in any treatments and my daughter, who travels with me today..."
Noting her formal introduction, Hypatia greeted the man with a low and very elegant curtsey that her mother had ensured that she knew how to perform to perfection by the time she was four.
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The small group in question who had arrived at the stable barracks of Euttica's military force consisted of the famed horse healers and physician Aeneas of Acharist, two servants who were employed to aid him in his treatments, carry his equipment and prepare any required medicines and his fourth child and second daughter Hypatia.
Whilst Hypatia would never normally be instructed or permitted to attend upon her father during his visits to clients and their equine patients, it had been determined by her mother that upon this day with this specific assignment, she would become her father's aide and companion.
Whilst Hypatia loved her father as any young daughter should, she held not the connection with him that she did her maternal figure and, as such, conversation was rendered light and the few hours journey from Acharist to Euttica a singular bore of quiet tepidness. Such a missing connection had nothing to do with either herself or her sire's personalities and more so that of her mother. Europa was a forceful woman at her finest who enjoyed the means of a life of luxury that she could control. Whilst her sons had been held to high standards in scholarship pursuits and fame in the military, there was little that she could do to ensure positive outcomes for her male off-spring in such diversions. They were to fend for themselves. But her daughters... Her daughters, Europa could take a keen interest in regarding every element of their foundation, formation and fulfilment. This was especially true in her two eldest: Eurydice and Hypatia.
Whilst their two younger sisters were not yet of a stock and preparedness that Europa would consider to be worthy of the window dressing she had given upon her elder girls, any securing of unions and marriages for the youngest of the brood would be detrimental to the older. Including the eldest. Who was too beautiful and talented to be wasted on poor reputations and the only male of choice willing to overlook married younger siblings.
With such attention forced upon them, and their mother a guiding light in their lives, the role of father had been gradually shifted into the distances with each year that accumulated feminine attributes. The more of a woman each of the girls manifested into, the less their father played any form of significant role in their lives. And, as such, had become a ghostly figure of respect instead of one that actually cultivated love and honour. Young daughters were to love and respect their fathers. And so, they did so. Without any true concept of who their father was, beneath the sheen of his profession and wealth.
As such, it was bizarre for Hypatia to have been instructed on accompanying her father. Not because their personalities were out of line and her interest in the medicine of horses fairly non-existent. But because Europa would never have encouraged such an arrangement.
And, yet, she did.
Upon discovering that the client Aeneas was treating this tine was a warhorse from the army barracks in Euttica, Europa's political mind had instantly curled into a spring like fashion, ready to seek the rewards that could be reaped from such an opportunity.
For the military group of Euttica was the Taengean Lions - the preferred unit of the Lord Achilleas of Mikaelidas. If fortune favoured her family and the Lord was to be there a connection could be made between the families. If he was not and it was simply word of mouth that would shine in Aeneas' favour then so be it - but a good word in the right ear would have her husband's trade increased to the majority of the Taengean military. Either eventuality was a positive one and not to be missed for the sake of rousing one of her daughters and sending them on with their father, gift in hand and appearance constructed in all its finery.
As such, it came to be that Hypatia stood beside her father in the open stable yard of the military stables so highly favoured by the nephew of the king.
Whilst her father wore clothing appropriate to his job - a simple tunic of clear cut but fine fabric - and was dressed with no additional finery, the same could not be said of Hypatia. At the insistence of her mother, she was gowned as would be seen fitting to meet and greet with a member of the royal family should it turn out that he was there in attendance of his men.
Her chiton was a ruffled peplos, designed to pull tight across one shoulder and cinch in at the waist. the fabric was the palest of greens, the colour of sea form, and yet with several chiffon pieces over lapped to construct the bodice it darkened to a tone of pale mint. Around her waist was a belt of gold, the chain of which was affixed at the small of her back and then ran like a tail down to the hem of her gown and her sandals matched in shining tone. Her hair had been piled on top of her head in a design so feminine and delicate that it looked as if a solid breeze might send it destroyed, but it held with all the backbone and capability of Europa's maids. Large gold earrings hung at her lobes in lieu of a necklace and in Hypatia's hands was an ivory and gold inlay box from eastern lands. Within was the gift that she had been charged with presenting to the leader of the unit - or to Lord Achilleas himself, should she get the chance.
Glancing around at the place, Hypatia's nose wrinkled for a moment at the smell but more in a sense that she was acknowledging it than giving an expression of distaste, before she was distracted by the approach of a young and handsome man in military garb.
The manner in which he redirected those who sought his attention, suggested power, yet his age - or his appearance of age - was a clue that he had not been within his duties long. Perhaps he was a Lieutenant?
When he stepped forward, hand outstretched to Hypatia's father, the girl watched the greeting, standing with a demure quiet and statuesque coolness, designed to melt into the background of her father's presence.
"Of course, Captain." Her father responded, surprising his fifteen-year-old daughter that a man of such a young age might have succeeded so through the ranks. "These are my servants who will assist me in any treatments and my daughter, who travels with me today..."
Noting her formal introduction, Hypatia greeted the man with a low and very elegant curtsey that her mother had ensured that she knew how to perform to perfection by the time she was four.
The small group in question who had arrived at the stable barracks of Euttica's military force consisted of the famed horse healers and physician Aeneas of Acharist, two servants who were employed to aid him in his treatments, carry his equipment and prepare any required medicines and his fourth child and second daughter Hypatia.
Whilst Hypatia would never normally be instructed or permitted to attend upon her father during his visits to clients and their equine patients, it had been determined by her mother that upon this day with this specific assignment, she would become her father's aide and companion.
Whilst Hypatia loved her father as any young daughter should, she held not the connection with him that she did her maternal figure and, as such, conversation was rendered light and the few hours journey from Acharist to Euttica a singular bore of quiet tepidness. Such a missing connection had nothing to do with either herself or her sire's personalities and more so that of her mother. Europa was a forceful woman at her finest who enjoyed the means of a life of luxury that she could control. Whilst her sons had been held to high standards in scholarship pursuits and fame in the military, there was little that she could do to ensure positive outcomes for her male off-spring in such diversions. They were to fend for themselves. But her daughters... Her daughters, Europa could take a keen interest in regarding every element of their foundation, formation and fulfilment. This was especially true in her two eldest: Eurydice and Hypatia.
Whilst their two younger sisters were not yet of a stock and preparedness that Europa would consider to be worthy of the window dressing she had given upon her elder girls, any securing of unions and marriages for the youngest of the brood would be detrimental to the older. Including the eldest. Who was too beautiful and talented to be wasted on poor reputations and the only male of choice willing to overlook married younger siblings.
With such attention forced upon them, and their mother a guiding light in their lives, the role of father had been gradually shifted into the distances with each year that accumulated feminine attributes. The more of a woman each of the girls manifested into, the less their father played any form of significant role in their lives. And, as such, had become a ghostly figure of respect instead of one that actually cultivated love and honour. Young daughters were to love and respect their fathers. And so, they did so. Without any true concept of who their father was, beneath the sheen of his profession and wealth.
As such, it was bizarre for Hypatia to have been instructed on accompanying her father. Not because their personalities were out of line and her interest in the medicine of horses fairly non-existent. But because Europa would never have encouraged such an arrangement.
And, yet, she did.
Upon discovering that the client Aeneas was treating this tine was a warhorse from the army barracks in Euttica, Europa's political mind had instantly curled into a spring like fashion, ready to seek the rewards that could be reaped from such an opportunity.
For the military group of Euttica was the Taengean Lions - the preferred unit of the Lord Achilleas of Mikaelidas. If fortune favoured her family and the Lord was to be there a connection could be made between the families. If he was not and it was simply word of mouth that would shine in Aeneas' favour then so be it - but a good word in the right ear would have her husband's trade increased to the majority of the Taengean military. Either eventuality was a positive one and not to be missed for the sake of rousing one of her daughters and sending them on with their father, gift in hand and appearance constructed in all its finery.
As such, it came to be that Hypatia stood beside her father in the open stable yard of the military stables so highly favoured by the nephew of the king.
Whilst her father wore clothing appropriate to his job - a simple tunic of clear cut but fine fabric - and was dressed with no additional finery, the same could not be said of Hypatia. At the insistence of her mother, she was gowned as would be seen fitting to meet and greet with a member of the royal family should it turn out that he was there in attendance of his men.
Her chiton was a ruffled peplos, designed to pull tight across one shoulder and cinch in at the waist. the fabric was the palest of greens, the colour of sea form, and yet with several chiffon pieces over lapped to construct the bodice it darkened to a tone of pale mint. Around her waist was a belt of gold, the chain of which was affixed at the small of her back and then ran like a tail down to the hem of her gown and her sandals matched in shining tone. Her hair had been piled on top of her head in a design so feminine and delicate that it looked as if a solid breeze might send it destroyed, but it held with all the backbone and capability of Europa's maids. Large gold earrings hung at her lobes in lieu of a necklace and in Hypatia's hands was an ivory and gold inlay box from eastern lands. Within was the gift that she had been charged with presenting to the leader of the unit - or to Lord Achilleas himself, should she get the chance.
Glancing around at the place, Hypatia's nose wrinkled for a moment at the smell but more in a sense that she was acknowledging it than giving an expression of distaste, before she was distracted by the approach of a young and handsome man in military garb.
The manner in which he redirected those who sought his attention, suggested power, yet his age - or his appearance of age - was a clue that he had not been within his duties long. Perhaps he was a Lieutenant?
When he stepped forward, hand outstretched to Hypatia's father, the girl watched the greeting, standing with a demure quiet and statuesque coolness, designed to melt into the background of her father's presence.
"Of course, Captain." Her father responded, surprising his fifteen-year-old daughter that a man of such a young age might have succeeded so through the ranks. "These are my servants who will assist me in any treatments and my daughter, who travels with me today..."
Noting her formal introduction, Hypatia greeted the man with a low and very elegant curtsey that her mother had ensured that she knew how to perform to perfection by the time she was four.
Krysto had not an eye for women. It had never truly been something that had any sort of weight or interest with him. He was not cold toward them, but there had never been someone so profoundly interesting to cross his path that he would spare them more than a glance and a smile from time to time. He was young, chaste, and his mother had been clawing at anything and everything to get her youngest and most successful child married. Somehow, some way. Aella was an artist, but a romantic at heart and her previous efforts of attempting to dangle interesting women in front of her youngest child had all but failed up until now.
The young man had always been too in his own mind, too into his own tasks, and far too loyal to his friend, Lord Achilleas, to give thought to anything else. Where her son had accumulated such intense loyalty toward one singular person, Aella didn't know, but Akylas had asserted that his wife leave their son to his own devices. He would find someone when he found them, and not before.
That was always how Krysto had seemed to operate, and unlike his wife, Akylas was in absolutely no rush to take another girl into the family. Not with so many daughters to marry off as it was. With six sons and three daughters and a burgeoning physician's business, Akylas was never in a rush for anything.
The young captain met Aeneas's grip with a firm one of his own, shaking once and then releasing the man from such a short imprisonment. He took very quick stock of the servants and then the... daughter. She was pretty, but there was nothing but a distanced politeness in his gaze as he looked upon Hypatia, observing the way that she bowed to him like he might be a lord. Krysto hid his own grimace and shifted just a little awkwardly from foot to foot. "I shall have the stablehands assist you," Krysto said calmly as he pulled his gaze from the pretty little girl.
"I have quarenteened stallion and we have been doing periodic checks of the other horses to ensure that whatever ails him has not spread to the others. However, I do not wish a repeat of a few years ago, so I would also ask you to survey the other horses in the stables to be sure. Many of these horses fought hard in the war and they deserve as much care as any veteran," Krysto actually let a slight smile settle on his lips.
After a slight pause, Krysto looked back to young Hypatia, "I am pleased to meet you," he added as if it were an afterthought, though it was more born out of awkwardness over her presence than anything. His gaze dipped to the box that she was holding. Krysto was not stupid. He knew that there had likely been hope for Lord Achilleas to attend to the matter today. "I apologize that Lord Achilleas will not be joining us today," Krysto said politely before motioning back toward the stables. "Shall we?"
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Krysto had not an eye for women. It had never truly been something that had any sort of weight or interest with him. He was not cold toward them, but there had never been someone so profoundly interesting to cross his path that he would spare them more than a glance and a smile from time to time. He was young, chaste, and his mother had been clawing at anything and everything to get her youngest and most successful child married. Somehow, some way. Aella was an artist, but a romantic at heart and her previous efforts of attempting to dangle interesting women in front of her youngest child had all but failed up until now.
The young man had always been too in his own mind, too into his own tasks, and far too loyal to his friend, Lord Achilleas, to give thought to anything else. Where her son had accumulated such intense loyalty toward one singular person, Aella didn't know, but Akylas had asserted that his wife leave their son to his own devices. He would find someone when he found them, and not before.
That was always how Krysto had seemed to operate, and unlike his wife, Akylas was in absolutely no rush to take another girl into the family. Not with so many daughters to marry off as it was. With six sons and three daughters and a burgeoning physician's business, Akylas was never in a rush for anything.
The young captain met Aeneas's grip with a firm one of his own, shaking once and then releasing the man from such a short imprisonment. He took very quick stock of the servants and then the... daughter. She was pretty, but there was nothing but a distanced politeness in his gaze as he looked upon Hypatia, observing the way that she bowed to him like he might be a lord. Krysto hid his own grimace and shifted just a little awkwardly from foot to foot. "I shall have the stablehands assist you," Krysto said calmly as he pulled his gaze from the pretty little girl.
"I have quarenteened stallion and we have been doing periodic checks of the other horses to ensure that whatever ails him has not spread to the others. However, I do not wish a repeat of a few years ago, so I would also ask you to survey the other horses in the stables to be sure. Many of these horses fought hard in the war and they deserve as much care as any veteran," Krysto actually let a slight smile settle on his lips.
After a slight pause, Krysto looked back to young Hypatia, "I am pleased to meet you," he added as if it were an afterthought, though it was more born out of awkwardness over her presence than anything. His gaze dipped to the box that she was holding. Krysto was not stupid. He knew that there had likely been hope for Lord Achilleas to attend to the matter today. "I apologize that Lord Achilleas will not be joining us today," Krysto said politely before motioning back toward the stables. "Shall we?"
Krysto had not an eye for women. It had never truly been something that had any sort of weight or interest with him. He was not cold toward them, but there had never been someone so profoundly interesting to cross his path that he would spare them more than a glance and a smile from time to time. He was young, chaste, and his mother had been clawing at anything and everything to get her youngest and most successful child married. Somehow, some way. Aella was an artist, but a romantic at heart and her previous efforts of attempting to dangle interesting women in front of her youngest child had all but failed up until now.
The young man had always been too in his own mind, too into his own tasks, and far too loyal to his friend, Lord Achilleas, to give thought to anything else. Where her son had accumulated such intense loyalty toward one singular person, Aella didn't know, but Akylas had asserted that his wife leave their son to his own devices. He would find someone when he found them, and not before.
That was always how Krysto had seemed to operate, and unlike his wife, Akylas was in absolutely no rush to take another girl into the family. Not with so many daughters to marry off as it was. With six sons and three daughters and a burgeoning physician's business, Akylas was never in a rush for anything.
The young captain met Aeneas's grip with a firm one of his own, shaking once and then releasing the man from such a short imprisonment. He took very quick stock of the servants and then the... daughter. She was pretty, but there was nothing but a distanced politeness in his gaze as he looked upon Hypatia, observing the way that she bowed to him like he might be a lord. Krysto hid his own grimace and shifted just a little awkwardly from foot to foot. "I shall have the stablehands assist you," Krysto said calmly as he pulled his gaze from the pretty little girl.
"I have quarenteened stallion and we have been doing periodic checks of the other horses to ensure that whatever ails him has not spread to the others. However, I do not wish a repeat of a few years ago, so I would also ask you to survey the other horses in the stables to be sure. Many of these horses fought hard in the war and they deserve as much care as any veteran," Krysto actually let a slight smile settle on his lips.
After a slight pause, Krysto looked back to young Hypatia, "I am pleased to meet you," he added as if it were an afterthought, though it was more born out of awkwardness over her presence than anything. His gaze dipped to the box that she was holding. Krysto was not stupid. He knew that there had likely been hope for Lord Achilleas to attend to the matter today. "I apologize that Lord Achilleas will not be joining us today," Krysto said politely before motioning back toward the stables. "Shall we?"
Hypatia was all polite dignity of a woman of her place in life as she demurely kept to the background of the conversation between the two men. The young Captain spoke with her father in a manner that was calm and friendly but also firm. It was clear that he knew exactly what was occurring around him and how best to carry out his duties as the organiser and leader of his people and horses. She even smiled a little, the soft little bud of her lips tilting just slightly at the corners to form a pretty cupids bow when he mentioned the horses requiring the same respect as the soldiers who had fought in the last war with Egypt a few years passed.
What a funny little notion... She thought with genuine sincerity and amusement. Despite her father's profession, she had never considered the idea of horses - or any other kind of animal - to be treated on the level with human beings. Horses were creatures that served, not children to be coddled. Like a slave - used for a purpose. And so long as one was not cruel to their slaves or animals, surely that was enough? Or were they to put crowns onto pigs?
The mental image amused Hypatia for a moment but even her internal monologue was more curious than it was accusatory. Naive and ignorant of most things, Hypatia was at least aware of her lack of information; aware that others in the world likely knew better than she. And she was happy to permit that the Captain of a military unit would know more than she of warhorses.
Though, not more than her father, who appeared totally calm at the idea of treating every horse available and already held a confidence in his frame that he knew what was wrong with the animal from the report made by the runner and was in no way uncertain of his ability to treat the horseflesh of the unit.
"I understood the reports made by your stable hand." He told the captain, referring to the man who had been sent. "I believe I know the cause of the horse's discomfort. Is the animal eating or refusing food?"
When the young man then looked to Hypatia, taking a momentary opportunity to thank her as they turned to walk towards the stables in which the animal was quarantined. She felt herself blush a little at his comment regarding Achilleas, fearing that he would think her intention revolved around personal feelings or ambitions towards the Lord. She had simply come because her mother hand told her to...
Her fingers tightening around the little box she held before her she gave the Captain another soft smile and replied with the decorum that she was taught...
"I thank you, Captain Krysto."
... before following the men towards the stables.
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Hypatia was all polite dignity of a woman of her place in life as she demurely kept to the background of the conversation between the two men. The young Captain spoke with her father in a manner that was calm and friendly but also firm. It was clear that he knew exactly what was occurring around him and how best to carry out his duties as the organiser and leader of his people and horses. She even smiled a little, the soft little bud of her lips tilting just slightly at the corners to form a pretty cupids bow when he mentioned the horses requiring the same respect as the soldiers who had fought in the last war with Egypt a few years passed.
What a funny little notion... She thought with genuine sincerity and amusement. Despite her father's profession, she had never considered the idea of horses - or any other kind of animal - to be treated on the level with human beings. Horses were creatures that served, not children to be coddled. Like a slave - used for a purpose. And so long as one was not cruel to their slaves or animals, surely that was enough? Or were they to put crowns onto pigs?
The mental image amused Hypatia for a moment but even her internal monologue was more curious than it was accusatory. Naive and ignorant of most things, Hypatia was at least aware of her lack of information; aware that others in the world likely knew better than she. And she was happy to permit that the Captain of a military unit would know more than she of warhorses.
Though, not more than her father, who appeared totally calm at the idea of treating every horse available and already held a confidence in his frame that he knew what was wrong with the animal from the report made by the runner and was in no way uncertain of his ability to treat the horseflesh of the unit.
"I understood the reports made by your stable hand." He told the captain, referring to the man who had been sent. "I believe I know the cause of the horse's discomfort. Is the animal eating or refusing food?"
When the young man then looked to Hypatia, taking a momentary opportunity to thank her as they turned to walk towards the stables in which the animal was quarantined. She felt herself blush a little at his comment regarding Achilleas, fearing that he would think her intention revolved around personal feelings or ambitions towards the Lord. She had simply come because her mother hand told her to...
Her fingers tightening around the little box she held before her she gave the Captain another soft smile and replied with the decorum that she was taught...
"I thank you, Captain Krysto."
... before following the men towards the stables.
Hypatia was all polite dignity of a woman of her place in life as she demurely kept to the background of the conversation between the two men. The young Captain spoke with her father in a manner that was calm and friendly but also firm. It was clear that he knew exactly what was occurring around him and how best to carry out his duties as the organiser and leader of his people and horses. She even smiled a little, the soft little bud of her lips tilting just slightly at the corners to form a pretty cupids bow when he mentioned the horses requiring the same respect as the soldiers who had fought in the last war with Egypt a few years passed.
What a funny little notion... She thought with genuine sincerity and amusement. Despite her father's profession, she had never considered the idea of horses - or any other kind of animal - to be treated on the level with human beings. Horses were creatures that served, not children to be coddled. Like a slave - used for a purpose. And so long as one was not cruel to their slaves or animals, surely that was enough? Or were they to put crowns onto pigs?
The mental image amused Hypatia for a moment but even her internal monologue was more curious than it was accusatory. Naive and ignorant of most things, Hypatia was at least aware of her lack of information; aware that others in the world likely knew better than she. And she was happy to permit that the Captain of a military unit would know more than she of warhorses.
Though, not more than her father, who appeared totally calm at the idea of treating every horse available and already held a confidence in his frame that he knew what was wrong with the animal from the report made by the runner and was in no way uncertain of his ability to treat the horseflesh of the unit.
"I understood the reports made by your stable hand." He told the captain, referring to the man who had been sent. "I believe I know the cause of the horse's discomfort. Is the animal eating or refusing food?"
When the young man then looked to Hypatia, taking a momentary opportunity to thank her as they turned to walk towards the stables in which the animal was quarantined. She felt herself blush a little at his comment regarding Achilleas, fearing that he would think her intention revolved around personal feelings or ambitions towards the Lord. She had simply come because her mother hand told her to...
Her fingers tightening around the little box she held before her she gave the Captain another soft smile and replied with the decorum that she was taught...
"I thank you, Captain Krysto."
... before following the men towards the stables.
The Captain was more than polite to the physician that he stood with, and he wasn't trying to ignore the daughter the man had brought with him, but his mind was more focused on his work than socializing. At least, it would be until Krysto brought Aeneas back to the stables so that he could take a look at the horse in question. Usually, Krysto could multitask, and he wasn't uncharming, but his mind was on ensuring that whatever sickness this was did not spread to the other horses.
Thankfully, Aeneas' question was one that Krysto could easily answer and the man clicked his tongue a little in thought. "The horse will not eat," Krysto instructed, "No matter the food that we give it, it will not eat. Nor drink, even," he noted as the two of them started in the direction of the stables. Noticing that Hypatia had lagged behind, Krysto actually stopped and turned to wait for her to catch up with the two men and the servants.
"I wouldn't want you to get lost in the barracks," Krysto offered her with a softer smile than the one he had given her before. It hadn't taken long for him to warm up to the idea of having the young woman accompany them. She was quiet, but Krysto almost wished she would ask some sort of question instead of seeming so silent and demure. A military barracks usually brought with it so many questions and curiosities, especially from the younger ladies who might grace the place with their presence.
Once the group had made it to the stables, Krysto let them into the pen with the ill horse, but he himself stayed back, standing with Hypatia so that she was not left outside the stables alone. Now that the two of them were the only ones to keep one another company, as Krysto had no intention of bothering the physicians or his assistants, they really had no choice but to speak to one another.
The young man's gaze danced down to the box in Hypatia's hand and Krysto let himself lift an eyebrow at her. "What did you bring such a beautiful box for?" he asked without thinking about it. Of course, it must have been for Lord Achilleas. Surely the man would like it, or he would look at it once and never consider it again. His mind wasn't often on women, at least thats how Krysto saw him. There were many other things to focus on, after all.
Then, because there was little else to talk about, the captain offered the young woman another question. "You seem really out of place. I take it this was not your first choice in what you were to do today?" the captain offered with a small chuckle. "But it is very hard to deny the wants and wishes of our parents, isn't it?" Krysto was more than familiar with expectation, though he was sure his sisters were even moreso. It had been somewhat of a shock when Krysto had decided to go into the military instead of art or medicine, after all.
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The Captain was more than polite to the physician that he stood with, and he wasn't trying to ignore the daughter the man had brought with him, but his mind was more focused on his work than socializing. At least, it would be until Krysto brought Aeneas back to the stables so that he could take a look at the horse in question. Usually, Krysto could multitask, and he wasn't uncharming, but his mind was on ensuring that whatever sickness this was did not spread to the other horses.
Thankfully, Aeneas' question was one that Krysto could easily answer and the man clicked his tongue a little in thought. "The horse will not eat," Krysto instructed, "No matter the food that we give it, it will not eat. Nor drink, even," he noted as the two of them started in the direction of the stables. Noticing that Hypatia had lagged behind, Krysto actually stopped and turned to wait for her to catch up with the two men and the servants.
"I wouldn't want you to get lost in the barracks," Krysto offered her with a softer smile than the one he had given her before. It hadn't taken long for him to warm up to the idea of having the young woman accompany them. She was quiet, but Krysto almost wished she would ask some sort of question instead of seeming so silent and demure. A military barracks usually brought with it so many questions and curiosities, especially from the younger ladies who might grace the place with their presence.
Once the group had made it to the stables, Krysto let them into the pen with the ill horse, but he himself stayed back, standing with Hypatia so that she was not left outside the stables alone. Now that the two of them were the only ones to keep one another company, as Krysto had no intention of bothering the physicians or his assistants, they really had no choice but to speak to one another.
The young man's gaze danced down to the box in Hypatia's hand and Krysto let himself lift an eyebrow at her. "What did you bring such a beautiful box for?" he asked without thinking about it. Of course, it must have been for Lord Achilleas. Surely the man would like it, or he would look at it once and never consider it again. His mind wasn't often on women, at least thats how Krysto saw him. There were many other things to focus on, after all.
Then, because there was little else to talk about, the captain offered the young woman another question. "You seem really out of place. I take it this was not your first choice in what you were to do today?" the captain offered with a small chuckle. "But it is very hard to deny the wants and wishes of our parents, isn't it?" Krysto was more than familiar with expectation, though he was sure his sisters were even moreso. It had been somewhat of a shock when Krysto had decided to go into the military instead of art or medicine, after all.
The Captain was more than polite to the physician that he stood with, and he wasn't trying to ignore the daughter the man had brought with him, but his mind was more focused on his work than socializing. At least, it would be until Krysto brought Aeneas back to the stables so that he could take a look at the horse in question. Usually, Krysto could multitask, and he wasn't uncharming, but his mind was on ensuring that whatever sickness this was did not spread to the other horses.
Thankfully, Aeneas' question was one that Krysto could easily answer and the man clicked his tongue a little in thought. "The horse will not eat," Krysto instructed, "No matter the food that we give it, it will not eat. Nor drink, even," he noted as the two of them started in the direction of the stables. Noticing that Hypatia had lagged behind, Krysto actually stopped and turned to wait for her to catch up with the two men and the servants.
"I wouldn't want you to get lost in the barracks," Krysto offered her with a softer smile than the one he had given her before. It hadn't taken long for him to warm up to the idea of having the young woman accompany them. She was quiet, but Krysto almost wished she would ask some sort of question instead of seeming so silent and demure. A military barracks usually brought with it so many questions and curiosities, especially from the younger ladies who might grace the place with their presence.
Once the group had made it to the stables, Krysto let them into the pen with the ill horse, but he himself stayed back, standing with Hypatia so that she was not left outside the stables alone. Now that the two of them were the only ones to keep one another company, as Krysto had no intention of bothering the physicians or his assistants, they really had no choice but to speak to one another.
The young man's gaze danced down to the box in Hypatia's hand and Krysto let himself lift an eyebrow at her. "What did you bring such a beautiful box for?" he asked without thinking about it. Of course, it must have been for Lord Achilleas. Surely the man would like it, or he would look at it once and never consider it again. His mind wasn't often on women, at least thats how Krysto saw him. There were many other things to focus on, after all.
Then, because there was little else to talk about, the captain offered the young woman another question. "You seem really out of place. I take it this was not your first choice in what you were to do today?" the captain offered with a small chuckle. "But it is very hard to deny the wants and wishes of our parents, isn't it?" Krysto was more than familiar with expectation, though he was sure his sisters were even moreso. It had been somewhat of a shock when Krysto had decided to go into the military instead of art or medicine, after all.
Hypatia followed her father with a demure duty that came with that of a beloving daughter. Whilst it had never been her ambition in life to impression upon others her ability to be subservient or skill at blending into the background, she was at a point in her life where validation from her parents was the key to a happy life. A new dress, a preferred meal, a gift in exchange for good behaviour. Her world was dictated and designed by her parents and, as such, it became better or worse depending on the fealty she showed unto them. As such, it never occurred to Hypatia that she might be able to rebel, to do as she wished, regardless of its contradiction to her parents' wants and desires. She simply didn't have the revolutionary spirit that others might have possessed in her stead.
When the men spoke, she kept her head down, when they paused in their steps, she drew to a graceful, restrained hesitation behind them. When they set off towards the stables, she followed at a pace she could maintain with the elegance her mother had always insisted was so important.
When the man that led them noticed that this required limitation in her steps was causing her to lag behind just a moment, he was gracious enough to stop and to wait, ensuring that she was not rendered alone in her progress; the men too far ahead to catch up to. In response to this, she was quick to smile a bright and polite expression of thanks. When he mentioned that he did not wish her to become lost in the barracks, her mind did not move to the more serious and worrisome concerns that such a happenstance might bring but, instead, focused on his natural care and consideration of her.
"You are very kind." She mentioned, in a genuine comment of thanks, before bowing her head. She was careful to ensure that her steps were lengthened slightly and did not stop when she gave her thanks, so that the moment of care was not responsible for exacerbating the problem of her delayed steps.
Allowed to focus on the matter at hand over the drifting daughter of the physician he had summoned, the man turned to answer her father's questions, comments of which it was clear that Aeneas had expected.
"That was my expectation." He told the man, as they finally approached the appropriate stable with an internal pen within with, Hypatia assumed, the sickly horse was being kept. As the door was opened for him, Hypatia felt a flicker of pride over the certainty with which the famed horse physician spoke. "You've confirmed for me the disease. It is fatal if not treated but I can ensure that does not happen." Aeneas made a quick nod towards his two servants that were to help him in handling and treating the animal. "I shall see to this one and then will need to inspect the others of your unit."
And then he was gone.
A man of blunt and basic speech and determined and specific action, Aeneas was not uncaring in his homestead but he was very single-minded. Here, he was working. And Hypatia was neither offended nor unused to having not so much as a glance cast her way as he went about his professional business. Instead, she simply turned to the Captain who seemed eager to attempt to engage her in conversation whilst they waited upon her father.
Turning to look upon him directly, Hypatia's fingers tightened and smoothed over the polished wooden box she held. The box that her mother had made very clear was to go to Lord Achilleas if it were possible or a man of rank and power within the barracks. She was considering if this man would count as such, her lips parted but silent upon her answer, when he offered her a secondary query, regarding her role at her father's side.
Concerned when he identified her as looking out of place - for a woman was always supposed to appear appropriate and calm within any social context - and feeling flattered at his apparent understanding of parental pressure, Hypatia's lips drew in between her teeth where her tongue played upon the lower of the pair. The gesture was one her mother would have scolded for but it was acted in a subconscious manner. Hypatia was anxious to not shame her family in her response to this man's clearly candid friendliness...
"I..." Hypatia looked up from the little box she had been analysing and smiled. "I am thankful and happy to aid my parents however I can." She stated, as her first confirmation of loyalty to her family. "But I can see that I shall not convince you that I am familiar in these sorts of contexts." Her gaze was kind and a little bright with self-deprecation. She glanced at the open paddocks and squares, the bustling of men and the distant clang of weaponry as some seemed to be practicing their craft. "I am not well-practiced in the visiting of military barracks... My sister is often the open hand of social friendship at my father's side. Yet, today she was detained. I have made myself the dissatisfactory replacement, I feel."
Her words were not spoken in any kind of sorrow or depression over her own failings. Simply a statement of fact over the reputation and skills that her parents often exalted upon and about her older sister. She smiled shyly at the man before her, searching for something else to say but unsure what she might be able to suggest or ask that would not be considered inappropriate or impertinent.
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Hypatia followed her father with a demure duty that came with that of a beloving daughter. Whilst it had never been her ambition in life to impression upon others her ability to be subservient or skill at blending into the background, she was at a point in her life where validation from her parents was the key to a happy life. A new dress, a preferred meal, a gift in exchange for good behaviour. Her world was dictated and designed by her parents and, as such, it became better or worse depending on the fealty she showed unto them. As such, it never occurred to Hypatia that she might be able to rebel, to do as she wished, regardless of its contradiction to her parents' wants and desires. She simply didn't have the revolutionary spirit that others might have possessed in her stead.
When the men spoke, she kept her head down, when they paused in their steps, she drew to a graceful, restrained hesitation behind them. When they set off towards the stables, she followed at a pace she could maintain with the elegance her mother had always insisted was so important.
When the man that led them noticed that this required limitation in her steps was causing her to lag behind just a moment, he was gracious enough to stop and to wait, ensuring that she was not rendered alone in her progress; the men too far ahead to catch up to. In response to this, she was quick to smile a bright and polite expression of thanks. When he mentioned that he did not wish her to become lost in the barracks, her mind did not move to the more serious and worrisome concerns that such a happenstance might bring but, instead, focused on his natural care and consideration of her.
"You are very kind." She mentioned, in a genuine comment of thanks, before bowing her head. She was careful to ensure that her steps were lengthened slightly and did not stop when she gave her thanks, so that the moment of care was not responsible for exacerbating the problem of her delayed steps.
Allowed to focus on the matter at hand over the drifting daughter of the physician he had summoned, the man turned to answer her father's questions, comments of which it was clear that Aeneas had expected.
"That was my expectation." He told the man, as they finally approached the appropriate stable with an internal pen within with, Hypatia assumed, the sickly horse was being kept. As the door was opened for him, Hypatia felt a flicker of pride over the certainty with which the famed horse physician spoke. "You've confirmed for me the disease. It is fatal if not treated but I can ensure that does not happen." Aeneas made a quick nod towards his two servants that were to help him in handling and treating the animal. "I shall see to this one and then will need to inspect the others of your unit."
And then he was gone.
A man of blunt and basic speech and determined and specific action, Aeneas was not uncaring in his homestead but he was very single-minded. Here, he was working. And Hypatia was neither offended nor unused to having not so much as a glance cast her way as he went about his professional business. Instead, she simply turned to the Captain who seemed eager to attempt to engage her in conversation whilst they waited upon her father.
Turning to look upon him directly, Hypatia's fingers tightened and smoothed over the polished wooden box she held. The box that her mother had made very clear was to go to Lord Achilleas if it were possible or a man of rank and power within the barracks. She was considering if this man would count as such, her lips parted but silent upon her answer, when he offered her a secondary query, regarding her role at her father's side.
Concerned when he identified her as looking out of place - for a woman was always supposed to appear appropriate and calm within any social context - and feeling flattered at his apparent understanding of parental pressure, Hypatia's lips drew in between her teeth where her tongue played upon the lower of the pair. The gesture was one her mother would have scolded for but it was acted in a subconscious manner. Hypatia was anxious to not shame her family in her response to this man's clearly candid friendliness...
"I..." Hypatia looked up from the little box she had been analysing and smiled. "I am thankful and happy to aid my parents however I can." She stated, as her first confirmation of loyalty to her family. "But I can see that I shall not convince you that I am familiar in these sorts of contexts." Her gaze was kind and a little bright with self-deprecation. She glanced at the open paddocks and squares, the bustling of men and the distant clang of weaponry as some seemed to be practicing their craft. "I am not well-practiced in the visiting of military barracks... My sister is often the open hand of social friendship at my father's side. Yet, today she was detained. I have made myself the dissatisfactory replacement, I feel."
Her words were not spoken in any kind of sorrow or depression over her own failings. Simply a statement of fact over the reputation and skills that her parents often exalted upon and about her older sister. She smiled shyly at the man before her, searching for something else to say but unsure what she might be able to suggest or ask that would not be considered inappropriate or impertinent.
Hypatia followed her father with a demure duty that came with that of a beloving daughter. Whilst it had never been her ambition in life to impression upon others her ability to be subservient or skill at blending into the background, she was at a point in her life where validation from her parents was the key to a happy life. A new dress, a preferred meal, a gift in exchange for good behaviour. Her world was dictated and designed by her parents and, as such, it became better or worse depending on the fealty she showed unto them. As such, it never occurred to Hypatia that she might be able to rebel, to do as she wished, regardless of its contradiction to her parents' wants and desires. She simply didn't have the revolutionary spirit that others might have possessed in her stead.
When the men spoke, she kept her head down, when they paused in their steps, she drew to a graceful, restrained hesitation behind them. When they set off towards the stables, she followed at a pace she could maintain with the elegance her mother had always insisted was so important.
When the man that led them noticed that this required limitation in her steps was causing her to lag behind just a moment, he was gracious enough to stop and to wait, ensuring that she was not rendered alone in her progress; the men too far ahead to catch up to. In response to this, she was quick to smile a bright and polite expression of thanks. When he mentioned that he did not wish her to become lost in the barracks, her mind did not move to the more serious and worrisome concerns that such a happenstance might bring but, instead, focused on his natural care and consideration of her.
"You are very kind." She mentioned, in a genuine comment of thanks, before bowing her head. She was careful to ensure that her steps were lengthened slightly and did not stop when she gave her thanks, so that the moment of care was not responsible for exacerbating the problem of her delayed steps.
Allowed to focus on the matter at hand over the drifting daughter of the physician he had summoned, the man turned to answer her father's questions, comments of which it was clear that Aeneas had expected.
"That was my expectation." He told the man, as they finally approached the appropriate stable with an internal pen within with, Hypatia assumed, the sickly horse was being kept. As the door was opened for him, Hypatia felt a flicker of pride over the certainty with which the famed horse physician spoke. "You've confirmed for me the disease. It is fatal if not treated but I can ensure that does not happen." Aeneas made a quick nod towards his two servants that were to help him in handling and treating the animal. "I shall see to this one and then will need to inspect the others of your unit."
And then he was gone.
A man of blunt and basic speech and determined and specific action, Aeneas was not uncaring in his homestead but he was very single-minded. Here, he was working. And Hypatia was neither offended nor unused to having not so much as a glance cast her way as he went about his professional business. Instead, she simply turned to the Captain who seemed eager to attempt to engage her in conversation whilst they waited upon her father.
Turning to look upon him directly, Hypatia's fingers tightened and smoothed over the polished wooden box she held. The box that her mother had made very clear was to go to Lord Achilleas if it were possible or a man of rank and power within the barracks. She was considering if this man would count as such, her lips parted but silent upon her answer, when he offered her a secondary query, regarding her role at her father's side.
Concerned when he identified her as looking out of place - for a woman was always supposed to appear appropriate and calm within any social context - and feeling flattered at his apparent understanding of parental pressure, Hypatia's lips drew in between her teeth where her tongue played upon the lower of the pair. The gesture was one her mother would have scolded for but it was acted in a subconscious manner. Hypatia was anxious to not shame her family in her response to this man's clearly candid friendliness...
"I..." Hypatia looked up from the little box she had been analysing and smiled. "I am thankful and happy to aid my parents however I can." She stated, as her first confirmation of loyalty to her family. "But I can see that I shall not convince you that I am familiar in these sorts of contexts." Her gaze was kind and a little bright with self-deprecation. She glanced at the open paddocks and squares, the bustling of men and the distant clang of weaponry as some seemed to be practicing their craft. "I am not well-practiced in the visiting of military barracks... My sister is often the open hand of social friendship at my father's side. Yet, today she was detained. I have made myself the dissatisfactory replacement, I feel."
Her words were not spoken in any kind of sorrow or depression over her own failings. Simply a statement of fact over the reputation and skills that her parents often exalted upon and about her older sister. She smiled shyly at the man before her, searching for something else to say but unsure what she might be able to suggest or ask that would not be considered inappropriate or impertinent.
Had Krysto been called kind before? Of course, but sometimes he felt like that was a little too lofty for a man such as himself. Staunch, strict, and not willing to take bullshit from nearly anyone except those who held rank above him, Krysto was often a quiet, reserved force. Willing to do anything for his friends, he often found it more difficult to truly aid those that he did not know well. It was difficult for him to make friends outside of those he had known for a long time. Whether it was trust or disinterest in splitting his time any more than he already did for those that he loved, he supposed his tendency for quiet consideration of others could be seen as kindness.
He certainly didn't, though.
The girl's father waked off to take care of the horses and Krysto was left alone with her. That did not bother him any more than he expected it to; which was not at all. She was pretty and polite, but he wondered if that was just what had been taught to her or if that was her usual personality. His own sisters often acted like this, and sometimes it did irk them that they were not so free spirited as other women that he had met. Then again, being so free and open with ones self could often be seen as a mark against a woman's propriety and worth. If she acted too out of what society deemed appropriate, things were bound to knock them down a few pegs on the social ladder.
She was keenly self-depreciative and Krysto found himself frowning a little bit. "One does not need to be familiar," Krysto conceded. Here, he normally would have reached out to pat a man on the back, but she was not a man. Touching her was not appropriate by any means. "Visiting military barracks is not something one can really practice, miss," Krysto then noted rather slowly, "Even I struggle when walking on these grounds. One never truly knows what they should expect when they start down this path. I run this barracks and I find myself questioning what to do in some situations as well. I'm not a novice, things are simply... different when youre here," he was saying quietly, glancing into the stables.
Once more, he found the need to apologize for Achilleas not attending on this meeting. "You are not a dissatisfactory replacement at all, miss. I just feel remiss about Lord Achilleas not being able to attend today. Had I known you were accompanying your father, I would have made arrangements to alert the lord of the situation here. It did not seem needed, thus his absence. If you needed to speak with him," Krysto started. Many a time, there was always a purpose to bringing a woman to a job like this. It wasn't as if it were an abnormal action. "I would be happy to relay any messages at all to his lordship."
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Had Krysto been called kind before? Of course, but sometimes he felt like that was a little too lofty for a man such as himself. Staunch, strict, and not willing to take bullshit from nearly anyone except those who held rank above him, Krysto was often a quiet, reserved force. Willing to do anything for his friends, he often found it more difficult to truly aid those that he did not know well. It was difficult for him to make friends outside of those he had known for a long time. Whether it was trust or disinterest in splitting his time any more than he already did for those that he loved, he supposed his tendency for quiet consideration of others could be seen as kindness.
He certainly didn't, though.
The girl's father waked off to take care of the horses and Krysto was left alone with her. That did not bother him any more than he expected it to; which was not at all. She was pretty and polite, but he wondered if that was just what had been taught to her or if that was her usual personality. His own sisters often acted like this, and sometimes it did irk them that they were not so free spirited as other women that he had met. Then again, being so free and open with ones self could often be seen as a mark against a woman's propriety and worth. If she acted too out of what society deemed appropriate, things were bound to knock them down a few pegs on the social ladder.
She was keenly self-depreciative and Krysto found himself frowning a little bit. "One does not need to be familiar," Krysto conceded. Here, he normally would have reached out to pat a man on the back, but she was not a man. Touching her was not appropriate by any means. "Visiting military barracks is not something one can really practice, miss," Krysto then noted rather slowly, "Even I struggle when walking on these grounds. One never truly knows what they should expect when they start down this path. I run this barracks and I find myself questioning what to do in some situations as well. I'm not a novice, things are simply... different when youre here," he was saying quietly, glancing into the stables.
Once more, he found the need to apologize for Achilleas not attending on this meeting. "You are not a dissatisfactory replacement at all, miss. I just feel remiss about Lord Achilleas not being able to attend today. Had I known you were accompanying your father, I would have made arrangements to alert the lord of the situation here. It did not seem needed, thus his absence. If you needed to speak with him," Krysto started. Many a time, there was always a purpose to bringing a woman to a job like this. It wasn't as if it were an abnormal action. "I would be happy to relay any messages at all to his lordship."
Had Krysto been called kind before? Of course, but sometimes he felt like that was a little too lofty for a man such as himself. Staunch, strict, and not willing to take bullshit from nearly anyone except those who held rank above him, Krysto was often a quiet, reserved force. Willing to do anything for his friends, he often found it more difficult to truly aid those that he did not know well. It was difficult for him to make friends outside of those he had known for a long time. Whether it was trust or disinterest in splitting his time any more than he already did for those that he loved, he supposed his tendency for quiet consideration of others could be seen as kindness.
He certainly didn't, though.
The girl's father waked off to take care of the horses and Krysto was left alone with her. That did not bother him any more than he expected it to; which was not at all. She was pretty and polite, but he wondered if that was just what had been taught to her or if that was her usual personality. His own sisters often acted like this, and sometimes it did irk them that they were not so free spirited as other women that he had met. Then again, being so free and open with ones self could often be seen as a mark against a woman's propriety and worth. If she acted too out of what society deemed appropriate, things were bound to knock them down a few pegs on the social ladder.
She was keenly self-depreciative and Krysto found himself frowning a little bit. "One does not need to be familiar," Krysto conceded. Here, he normally would have reached out to pat a man on the back, but she was not a man. Touching her was not appropriate by any means. "Visiting military barracks is not something one can really practice, miss," Krysto then noted rather slowly, "Even I struggle when walking on these grounds. One never truly knows what they should expect when they start down this path. I run this barracks and I find myself questioning what to do in some situations as well. I'm not a novice, things are simply... different when youre here," he was saying quietly, glancing into the stables.
Once more, he found the need to apologize for Achilleas not attending on this meeting. "You are not a dissatisfactory replacement at all, miss. I just feel remiss about Lord Achilleas not being able to attend today. Had I known you were accompanying your father, I would have made arrangements to alert the lord of the situation here. It did not seem needed, thus his absence. If you needed to speak with him," Krysto started. Many a time, there was always a purpose to bringing a woman to a job like this. It wasn't as if it were an abnormal action. "I would be happy to relay any messages at all to his lordship."
The man that Hypatia had been left with was friendly and polite. She held no issues with staying by his side and discussing her experience and then his upon such scenes as the barracks that surrounded them. Her expressions, as he spoke, were open and honest; her brows rising at her surprise that he often felt out of sync with the world that was his duty and her lips parting on questions that were already answered in his next sentence. Her features indicated a young and very real engagement in the conversation. For while Hypatia was not at all practiced in the art of false social decorum, there was perhaps an element of the sociable about her. Or at least of the personable.
She smiled softly when he mentioned his feeling of disconnect and lack of 'practice' around the barracks - how his world shifted and changed and he did not always know what to expect in his daily occupation running the centre of military might.
"Should a captain say such things as you are, Captain Krysto?" She asked him with a lilting tone to her voice that turned their conversation light and joking. "I thought that all soldiers were to be stoic and unshakeable by nature?"
When the man went on to apologise for the absence of the Lord Achilleas, Hypatia was quick to politely shake her head, dismissing his awkward apologies as unneeded with so simple a thing as the bouncing of her ringlets.
"Please. Whilst I am sure I would have enjoyed the company of Lord Mikaelidas, it was my mother who wished to make the polite connection of respect." For a moment, Hypatia rolled her lips back and between her teeth as she wondered if she should have admitted such a thing. But she had come thus far... she might as well be honest with the man who seemed to be so with her. "I have no personally connection nor need to meet the gentleman." Her fingertips rubbed over the little box she held.
Distracted momentarily by the sound of a horse moving back and forth in a rebellion against stable hands, Hypatia came back to the conversation when all had been quieted again and her father had seen to the peace of the animal once more.
"My father is very skilled." She said, not sure what else to add to the conversation. "I have heard men say just as much. You will not need to fear for your horses."
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The man that Hypatia had been left with was friendly and polite. She held no issues with staying by his side and discussing her experience and then his upon such scenes as the barracks that surrounded them. Her expressions, as he spoke, were open and honest; her brows rising at her surprise that he often felt out of sync with the world that was his duty and her lips parting on questions that were already answered in his next sentence. Her features indicated a young and very real engagement in the conversation. For while Hypatia was not at all practiced in the art of false social decorum, there was perhaps an element of the sociable about her. Or at least of the personable.
She smiled softly when he mentioned his feeling of disconnect and lack of 'practice' around the barracks - how his world shifted and changed and he did not always know what to expect in his daily occupation running the centre of military might.
"Should a captain say such things as you are, Captain Krysto?" She asked him with a lilting tone to her voice that turned their conversation light and joking. "I thought that all soldiers were to be stoic and unshakeable by nature?"
When the man went on to apologise for the absence of the Lord Achilleas, Hypatia was quick to politely shake her head, dismissing his awkward apologies as unneeded with so simple a thing as the bouncing of her ringlets.
"Please. Whilst I am sure I would have enjoyed the company of Lord Mikaelidas, it was my mother who wished to make the polite connection of respect." For a moment, Hypatia rolled her lips back and between her teeth as she wondered if she should have admitted such a thing. But she had come thus far... she might as well be honest with the man who seemed to be so with her. "I have no personally connection nor need to meet the gentleman." Her fingertips rubbed over the little box she held.
Distracted momentarily by the sound of a horse moving back and forth in a rebellion against stable hands, Hypatia came back to the conversation when all had been quieted again and her father had seen to the peace of the animal once more.
"My father is very skilled." She said, not sure what else to add to the conversation. "I have heard men say just as much. You will not need to fear for your horses."
The man that Hypatia had been left with was friendly and polite. She held no issues with staying by his side and discussing her experience and then his upon such scenes as the barracks that surrounded them. Her expressions, as he spoke, were open and honest; her brows rising at her surprise that he often felt out of sync with the world that was his duty and her lips parting on questions that were already answered in his next sentence. Her features indicated a young and very real engagement in the conversation. For while Hypatia was not at all practiced in the art of false social decorum, there was perhaps an element of the sociable about her. Or at least of the personable.
She smiled softly when he mentioned his feeling of disconnect and lack of 'practice' around the barracks - how his world shifted and changed and he did not always know what to expect in his daily occupation running the centre of military might.
"Should a captain say such things as you are, Captain Krysto?" She asked him with a lilting tone to her voice that turned their conversation light and joking. "I thought that all soldiers were to be stoic and unshakeable by nature?"
When the man went on to apologise for the absence of the Lord Achilleas, Hypatia was quick to politely shake her head, dismissing his awkward apologies as unneeded with so simple a thing as the bouncing of her ringlets.
"Please. Whilst I am sure I would have enjoyed the company of Lord Mikaelidas, it was my mother who wished to make the polite connection of respect." For a moment, Hypatia rolled her lips back and between her teeth as she wondered if she should have admitted such a thing. But she had come thus far... she might as well be honest with the man who seemed to be so with her. "I have no personally connection nor need to meet the gentleman." Her fingertips rubbed over the little box she held.
Distracted momentarily by the sound of a horse moving back and forth in a rebellion against stable hands, Hypatia came back to the conversation when all had been quieted again and her father had seen to the peace of the animal once more.
"My father is very skilled." She said, not sure what else to add to the conversation. "I have heard men say just as much. You will not need to fear for your horses."
Krysto was pleased by the presence of the young woman at his side. She was soft and delicate and very much interested in what he had to say. That much was clear just by the expression on her face and the way she seemed to want to ask questions that he had already answered. She was much more social now without the presence of her father than she had been when she was standing in the man's shadow. For all of the social decorum of the upper classes and the rich, sometimes the need to remain proper was what truly took away from the personality of people. There were times where Krysto wanted to cuff Achilleas across the head for being so tense.
Seeing Hypatia relax was a blessing.
Her lilting tone made him laugh a little and he shrugged his shoulders in a way that made him seem boyish and unpracticed around the fairer sex. "Let me let you in on a little secret, miss," Krysto said with clear amusement in his tone. He leaned a little closer and a playful glint shone in his eye. "No soldier is entirely stoic or unshakeable. There will also be something that will scare a man to his core and it won't always be the same fear each time."
Krysto couldn't help but feel relieved that there was no true expectation for Achilleas to be present on this day. That would make things that much easier. He would not need to call for the lord, especially because Hypatia seemed keen to not meet the man anyway. Though, the way she held the box made it seem like that was a bit of a lie. Then again, he could understand the pressures that parents put on their children when they were wealthy and wished for the betterment of their blood. "I appreciate your assertion, then. I'm sure that he will be remiss that he did miss getting to meet you, miss Hypatia," he murmured and gave a calm bow of his head before his head snapped in the direction of the horse that was making trouble for the physician. This was to be expected. Horses didn't often like to be handled the way that the physician was being forced to. Still, it filled Krysto with the slightest bit of concern for both man and creature.
The captain made a slight move to twist his body more in the direction of the stable, though he did not make a move to go and help. The stablehands would be able to handle it, especially with the skilled help. But he did want to keep a keen eye on what was happening. Hypatia's voice broke through his thoughts and he glanced toward her again, giving her a bit of a smile this time, "I can only pray to the gods that you're right. Many of the men are attached to these creatures. They pick favorite horses. Man and beast both have personalities that can both clash or mesh very well."
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Krysto was pleased by the presence of the young woman at his side. She was soft and delicate and very much interested in what he had to say. That much was clear just by the expression on her face and the way she seemed to want to ask questions that he had already answered. She was much more social now without the presence of her father than she had been when she was standing in the man's shadow. For all of the social decorum of the upper classes and the rich, sometimes the need to remain proper was what truly took away from the personality of people. There were times where Krysto wanted to cuff Achilleas across the head for being so tense.
Seeing Hypatia relax was a blessing.
Her lilting tone made him laugh a little and he shrugged his shoulders in a way that made him seem boyish and unpracticed around the fairer sex. "Let me let you in on a little secret, miss," Krysto said with clear amusement in his tone. He leaned a little closer and a playful glint shone in his eye. "No soldier is entirely stoic or unshakeable. There will also be something that will scare a man to his core and it won't always be the same fear each time."
Krysto couldn't help but feel relieved that there was no true expectation for Achilleas to be present on this day. That would make things that much easier. He would not need to call for the lord, especially because Hypatia seemed keen to not meet the man anyway. Though, the way she held the box made it seem like that was a bit of a lie. Then again, he could understand the pressures that parents put on their children when they were wealthy and wished for the betterment of their blood. "I appreciate your assertion, then. I'm sure that he will be remiss that he did miss getting to meet you, miss Hypatia," he murmured and gave a calm bow of his head before his head snapped in the direction of the horse that was making trouble for the physician. This was to be expected. Horses didn't often like to be handled the way that the physician was being forced to. Still, it filled Krysto with the slightest bit of concern for both man and creature.
The captain made a slight move to twist his body more in the direction of the stable, though he did not make a move to go and help. The stablehands would be able to handle it, especially with the skilled help. But he did want to keep a keen eye on what was happening. Hypatia's voice broke through his thoughts and he glanced toward her again, giving her a bit of a smile this time, "I can only pray to the gods that you're right. Many of the men are attached to these creatures. They pick favorite horses. Man and beast both have personalities that can both clash or mesh very well."
Krysto was pleased by the presence of the young woman at his side. She was soft and delicate and very much interested in what he had to say. That much was clear just by the expression on her face and the way she seemed to want to ask questions that he had already answered. She was much more social now without the presence of her father than she had been when she was standing in the man's shadow. For all of the social decorum of the upper classes and the rich, sometimes the need to remain proper was what truly took away from the personality of people. There were times where Krysto wanted to cuff Achilleas across the head for being so tense.
Seeing Hypatia relax was a blessing.
Her lilting tone made him laugh a little and he shrugged his shoulders in a way that made him seem boyish and unpracticed around the fairer sex. "Let me let you in on a little secret, miss," Krysto said with clear amusement in his tone. He leaned a little closer and a playful glint shone in his eye. "No soldier is entirely stoic or unshakeable. There will also be something that will scare a man to his core and it won't always be the same fear each time."
Krysto couldn't help but feel relieved that there was no true expectation for Achilleas to be present on this day. That would make things that much easier. He would not need to call for the lord, especially because Hypatia seemed keen to not meet the man anyway. Though, the way she held the box made it seem like that was a bit of a lie. Then again, he could understand the pressures that parents put on their children when they were wealthy and wished for the betterment of their blood. "I appreciate your assertion, then. I'm sure that he will be remiss that he did miss getting to meet you, miss Hypatia," he murmured and gave a calm bow of his head before his head snapped in the direction of the horse that was making trouble for the physician. This was to be expected. Horses didn't often like to be handled the way that the physician was being forced to. Still, it filled Krysto with the slightest bit of concern for both man and creature.
The captain made a slight move to twist his body more in the direction of the stable, though he did not make a move to go and help. The stablehands would be able to handle it, especially with the skilled help. But he did want to keep a keen eye on what was happening. Hypatia's voice broke through his thoughts and he glanced toward her again, giving her a bit of a smile this time, "I can only pray to the gods that you're right. Many of the men are attached to these creatures. They pick favorite horses. Man and beast both have personalities that can both clash or mesh very well."
Hypatia's eyes were bright as Krysto spoke of secrets and gossip that was a part of the militant world. Like a child, Hypatia was eager to hear anything new that she could and liked to absorb learning through others. Not particularly academic, nor a big reader, the experiences of meeting knew people and discussing with them the elements of the world that they inhabited - both of similar and contrasting nature to her own - was her preferred method of 'study'. Not that she saw her integration with people in those terms.
She laughed a little - soft and delicate in the back of her throat - when the man spoke of fears; of how every soldier would meet a fear of some kind that would shake him and wound him if he permitted it to do so. She was shaking her head by the end of his sentence, the curls of her hair floating about her face and her expression glinting with humour.
"I find that hard to believe, Captain Krysto." She told him, her cherubin like lips curling into a private little smile. "Or if it be true, my brother has enlisted into the wrong career. For, I believe him to be the definition of fearless. A courageous soldier if ever there was one."
Damon had always been the child to be the most reckless in their youth. To climb to the highest branch, to jump the largest gap. He was the first to prove that he could go one step beyond what any of his siblings could manage but just as quick to prevent them from trying. He was a protective brother, prone to showing off when he tested the boundaries of safety - boundaries he knew only too well in order to ensure that his sisters never tried to follow beyond them.
When the young man moved on to speak of the horses - of the connection between human and animal, Hypatia's brows drew together a little in a confused sort of listening. She couldn't openly state in honesty that she understood such a phenomenon, as animals had always been animals to her. But it drew her interest none-the-less.
"Do you have a favourite steed, Captain Krysto?" She asked, taking the obvious question in such a conversation.
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Hypatia's eyes were bright as Krysto spoke of secrets and gossip that was a part of the militant world. Like a child, Hypatia was eager to hear anything new that she could and liked to absorb learning through others. Not particularly academic, nor a big reader, the experiences of meeting knew people and discussing with them the elements of the world that they inhabited - both of similar and contrasting nature to her own - was her preferred method of 'study'. Not that she saw her integration with people in those terms.
She laughed a little - soft and delicate in the back of her throat - when the man spoke of fears; of how every soldier would meet a fear of some kind that would shake him and wound him if he permitted it to do so. She was shaking her head by the end of his sentence, the curls of her hair floating about her face and her expression glinting with humour.
"I find that hard to believe, Captain Krysto." She told him, her cherubin like lips curling into a private little smile. "Or if it be true, my brother has enlisted into the wrong career. For, I believe him to be the definition of fearless. A courageous soldier if ever there was one."
Damon had always been the child to be the most reckless in their youth. To climb to the highest branch, to jump the largest gap. He was the first to prove that he could go one step beyond what any of his siblings could manage but just as quick to prevent them from trying. He was a protective brother, prone to showing off when he tested the boundaries of safety - boundaries he knew only too well in order to ensure that his sisters never tried to follow beyond them.
When the young man moved on to speak of the horses - of the connection between human and animal, Hypatia's brows drew together a little in a confused sort of listening. She couldn't openly state in honesty that she understood such a phenomenon, as animals had always been animals to her. But it drew her interest none-the-less.
"Do you have a favourite steed, Captain Krysto?" She asked, taking the obvious question in such a conversation.
Hypatia's eyes were bright as Krysto spoke of secrets and gossip that was a part of the militant world. Like a child, Hypatia was eager to hear anything new that she could and liked to absorb learning through others. Not particularly academic, nor a big reader, the experiences of meeting knew people and discussing with them the elements of the world that they inhabited - both of similar and contrasting nature to her own - was her preferred method of 'study'. Not that she saw her integration with people in those terms.
She laughed a little - soft and delicate in the back of her throat - when the man spoke of fears; of how every soldier would meet a fear of some kind that would shake him and wound him if he permitted it to do so. She was shaking her head by the end of his sentence, the curls of her hair floating about her face and her expression glinting with humour.
"I find that hard to believe, Captain Krysto." She told him, her cherubin like lips curling into a private little smile. "Or if it be true, my brother has enlisted into the wrong career. For, I believe him to be the definition of fearless. A courageous soldier if ever there was one."
Damon had always been the child to be the most reckless in their youth. To climb to the highest branch, to jump the largest gap. He was the first to prove that he could go one step beyond what any of his siblings could manage but just as quick to prevent them from trying. He was a protective brother, prone to showing off when he tested the boundaries of safety - boundaries he knew only too well in order to ensure that his sisters never tried to follow beyond them.
When the young man moved on to speak of the horses - of the connection between human and animal, Hypatia's brows drew together a little in a confused sort of listening. She couldn't openly state in honesty that she understood such a phenomenon, as animals had always been animals to her. But it drew her interest none-the-less.
"Do you have a favourite steed, Captain Krysto?" She asked, taking the obvious question in such a conversation.
Krysto gave Hypatia a pleasant smile when she combated his statement about fears and soldiers who experienced them. There was a moment where a sort of darkness flashed in his gaze as he remembered his first war campaign in Egypt just a few years prior. He remembered, initially, being absolutely terrified out of his wits. Often, he'd found it difficult to sleep, always listening for any sound or sign that they would be ambushed upon the Egyptian sands even though their camps had often proven to be ironclad.
The captain rubbed at the back of his neck as he considered her words, shaking his head, "No one is fearless, miss," he said slowly, "Even a man who has been in the military as long as I have, since I was twelve, has fears. My first battle I thought I might soil myself. Its easy to express yourself as fearless to those around you, but only you know the terrors that grip your heart in the moment," Krysto said slowly, giving an amending smile as he thought for a moment about her brother, "Those who hold that they are entirely without fear are liars, and I apologize for saying such a thing."
He was thankful for the shift in conversation, if only because he really didn't want to end up talking about his own fears in the face of absolute terror or the rolling of armies over fields. It was almost... belittling, in a way. Having to admit that you were fearful of anything at all was a hit to someone's masculinity.
His gaze remained firmly on the horses in the stables and the captain nodded slowly. "I do," he said lightly, "The one your father is working with is a particular favorite of mine. I rode him in Egypt and he's particularly sentimental to myself and how much time I'd put in to training and caring for him," Krysto admitted lightly, "Though I would not forgive myself if his illness spread to the other steeds in the barracks." Not only was it expensive to purchase more horses, but the time that it would take to train them would drag the entire camp down in morale.
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Krysto gave Hypatia a pleasant smile when she combated his statement about fears and soldiers who experienced them. There was a moment where a sort of darkness flashed in his gaze as he remembered his first war campaign in Egypt just a few years prior. He remembered, initially, being absolutely terrified out of his wits. Often, he'd found it difficult to sleep, always listening for any sound or sign that they would be ambushed upon the Egyptian sands even though their camps had often proven to be ironclad.
The captain rubbed at the back of his neck as he considered her words, shaking his head, "No one is fearless, miss," he said slowly, "Even a man who has been in the military as long as I have, since I was twelve, has fears. My first battle I thought I might soil myself. Its easy to express yourself as fearless to those around you, but only you know the terrors that grip your heart in the moment," Krysto said slowly, giving an amending smile as he thought for a moment about her brother, "Those who hold that they are entirely without fear are liars, and I apologize for saying such a thing."
He was thankful for the shift in conversation, if only because he really didn't want to end up talking about his own fears in the face of absolute terror or the rolling of armies over fields. It was almost... belittling, in a way. Having to admit that you were fearful of anything at all was a hit to someone's masculinity.
His gaze remained firmly on the horses in the stables and the captain nodded slowly. "I do," he said lightly, "The one your father is working with is a particular favorite of mine. I rode him in Egypt and he's particularly sentimental to myself and how much time I'd put in to training and caring for him," Krysto admitted lightly, "Though I would not forgive myself if his illness spread to the other steeds in the barracks." Not only was it expensive to purchase more horses, but the time that it would take to train them would drag the entire camp down in morale.
Krysto gave Hypatia a pleasant smile when she combated his statement about fears and soldiers who experienced them. There was a moment where a sort of darkness flashed in his gaze as he remembered his first war campaign in Egypt just a few years prior. He remembered, initially, being absolutely terrified out of his wits. Often, he'd found it difficult to sleep, always listening for any sound or sign that they would be ambushed upon the Egyptian sands even though their camps had often proven to be ironclad.
The captain rubbed at the back of his neck as he considered her words, shaking his head, "No one is fearless, miss," he said slowly, "Even a man who has been in the military as long as I have, since I was twelve, has fears. My first battle I thought I might soil myself. Its easy to express yourself as fearless to those around you, but only you know the terrors that grip your heart in the moment," Krysto said slowly, giving an amending smile as he thought for a moment about her brother, "Those who hold that they are entirely without fear are liars, and I apologize for saying such a thing."
He was thankful for the shift in conversation, if only because he really didn't want to end up talking about his own fears in the face of absolute terror or the rolling of armies over fields. It was almost... belittling, in a way. Having to admit that you were fearful of anything at all was a hit to someone's masculinity.
His gaze remained firmly on the horses in the stables and the captain nodded slowly. "I do," he said lightly, "The one your father is working with is a particular favorite of mine. I rode him in Egypt and he's particularly sentimental to myself and how much time I'd put in to training and caring for him," Krysto admitted lightly, "Though I would not forgive myself if his illness spread to the other steeds in the barracks." Not only was it expensive to purchase more horses, but the time that it would take to train them would drag the entire camp down in morale.
Hypatia's eyes shot wide and then her nose wrinkled at the suggestion that the man had... in his words... soiled himself upon the battlefield. Never had she heard anyone speak of their bodily functions in such a way. For why would anyone discuss them in polite and educated company. Perhaps this was merely a hint at this man's lower breeding, as her mother would have called it. She had taken an inescapable half step backwards when he spoke of it, for she was so shocked to have the subject put upon her but she quickly recovered. Ducking her head and swallowing to reset her sensibilities, she focused on the conversation and the man's meaning, rather than his choice of evidence.
"I... I cannot offer any likeness, Captain." She offered unsure. "I... don't think I have been scared of much in my life." Barring her mother, but it would be far too rude to say so. And even that fear was a fear of disappointing rather than a fear of physical safety. Her parents, nor siblings, would ever do her harm. Of that she was perfectly trusting and certain. She also felt the quick need to defend her brother from being accused as a liar. "And Damon has never said he was fearless." She clarified. "I have just always seen him that way, perhaps."
Once that was stated and certified, however, Hypatia was content to allow the conversation to move forward to her question of the Captain's favourite horse. When he determined that it was the animal her father was currently working to heal, she became even more curious and instantly regretted not following her father into the barracks so that she might have a look at the beast. Perhaps he would be big and powerful, or sleek and speedy. One thing she knew, from witnessing her father's occupation was that equines came in all frame, shapes and sizes. She knew none of the technical terms but had witnessed much in the way of diversity of the creatures.
She nodded sympathetically over the man's care for the animal, pleased to see that soldiers did not simply see the animals as a means to an end in war. That they cared for them as they did for their human brothers in arms. Of course, she was naive enough to attribute Krysto's personal opinion and observations to every military man ever, but she was content in such a self-deception. Even if she did view the animals as such and humans as superior to them, she wasn't a being that enjoyed the harming of creatures unnecessarily.
Reaching out to brush the tips of her fingers to the man's lower arm, where he held his helmet, Hypatia quickly withdrew her hands and then smiled sweetly, in a manner that she hoped would be naturally comforting.
"I'm sure that my father will be able to see your horse healthy, Captain Krysto." She insisted, despite knowing no such thing. "He is the best at what he does and very knowledgeable I assure you." She felt pleased with this assessment despite the fact that she was only stating what the man already knew - else why would father and daughter now be there? Hypatia only realised this belatedly and then cursed herself for looking like an idiot.
In her shame, she glanced down and what she held in her hand and realised that she had not yet parted with the gift her mother had insisted that she bring. Suddenly infused with an idea, given this man's kindness and the lack of Lord Achilleas' presence, her smile reappeared.
"Here." She stated, holding it out to him. "I would like to give you this for your kindness and your worries." She smiled. "Gifts make everyone feel better, do you not think?"
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Hypatia's eyes shot wide and then her nose wrinkled at the suggestion that the man had... in his words... soiled himself upon the battlefield. Never had she heard anyone speak of their bodily functions in such a way. For why would anyone discuss them in polite and educated company. Perhaps this was merely a hint at this man's lower breeding, as her mother would have called it. She had taken an inescapable half step backwards when he spoke of it, for she was so shocked to have the subject put upon her but she quickly recovered. Ducking her head and swallowing to reset her sensibilities, she focused on the conversation and the man's meaning, rather than his choice of evidence.
"I... I cannot offer any likeness, Captain." She offered unsure. "I... don't think I have been scared of much in my life." Barring her mother, but it would be far too rude to say so. And even that fear was a fear of disappointing rather than a fear of physical safety. Her parents, nor siblings, would ever do her harm. Of that she was perfectly trusting and certain. She also felt the quick need to defend her brother from being accused as a liar. "And Damon has never said he was fearless." She clarified. "I have just always seen him that way, perhaps."
Once that was stated and certified, however, Hypatia was content to allow the conversation to move forward to her question of the Captain's favourite horse. When he determined that it was the animal her father was currently working to heal, she became even more curious and instantly regretted not following her father into the barracks so that she might have a look at the beast. Perhaps he would be big and powerful, or sleek and speedy. One thing she knew, from witnessing her father's occupation was that equines came in all frame, shapes and sizes. She knew none of the technical terms but had witnessed much in the way of diversity of the creatures.
She nodded sympathetically over the man's care for the animal, pleased to see that soldiers did not simply see the animals as a means to an end in war. That they cared for them as they did for their human brothers in arms. Of course, she was naive enough to attribute Krysto's personal opinion and observations to every military man ever, but she was content in such a self-deception. Even if she did view the animals as such and humans as superior to them, she wasn't a being that enjoyed the harming of creatures unnecessarily.
Reaching out to brush the tips of her fingers to the man's lower arm, where he held his helmet, Hypatia quickly withdrew her hands and then smiled sweetly, in a manner that she hoped would be naturally comforting.
"I'm sure that my father will be able to see your horse healthy, Captain Krysto." She insisted, despite knowing no such thing. "He is the best at what he does and very knowledgeable I assure you." She felt pleased with this assessment despite the fact that she was only stating what the man already knew - else why would father and daughter now be there? Hypatia only realised this belatedly and then cursed herself for looking like an idiot.
In her shame, she glanced down and what she held in her hand and realised that she had not yet parted with the gift her mother had insisted that she bring. Suddenly infused with an idea, given this man's kindness and the lack of Lord Achilleas' presence, her smile reappeared.
"Here." She stated, holding it out to him. "I would like to give you this for your kindness and your worries." She smiled. "Gifts make everyone feel better, do you not think?"
Hypatia's eyes shot wide and then her nose wrinkled at the suggestion that the man had... in his words... soiled himself upon the battlefield. Never had she heard anyone speak of their bodily functions in such a way. For why would anyone discuss them in polite and educated company. Perhaps this was merely a hint at this man's lower breeding, as her mother would have called it. She had taken an inescapable half step backwards when he spoke of it, for she was so shocked to have the subject put upon her but she quickly recovered. Ducking her head and swallowing to reset her sensibilities, she focused on the conversation and the man's meaning, rather than his choice of evidence.
"I... I cannot offer any likeness, Captain." She offered unsure. "I... don't think I have been scared of much in my life." Barring her mother, but it would be far too rude to say so. And even that fear was a fear of disappointing rather than a fear of physical safety. Her parents, nor siblings, would ever do her harm. Of that she was perfectly trusting and certain. She also felt the quick need to defend her brother from being accused as a liar. "And Damon has never said he was fearless." She clarified. "I have just always seen him that way, perhaps."
Once that was stated and certified, however, Hypatia was content to allow the conversation to move forward to her question of the Captain's favourite horse. When he determined that it was the animal her father was currently working to heal, she became even more curious and instantly regretted not following her father into the barracks so that she might have a look at the beast. Perhaps he would be big and powerful, or sleek and speedy. One thing she knew, from witnessing her father's occupation was that equines came in all frame, shapes and sizes. She knew none of the technical terms but had witnessed much in the way of diversity of the creatures.
She nodded sympathetically over the man's care for the animal, pleased to see that soldiers did not simply see the animals as a means to an end in war. That they cared for them as they did for their human brothers in arms. Of course, she was naive enough to attribute Krysto's personal opinion and observations to every military man ever, but she was content in such a self-deception. Even if she did view the animals as such and humans as superior to them, she wasn't a being that enjoyed the harming of creatures unnecessarily.
Reaching out to brush the tips of her fingers to the man's lower arm, where he held his helmet, Hypatia quickly withdrew her hands and then smiled sweetly, in a manner that she hoped would be naturally comforting.
"I'm sure that my father will be able to see your horse healthy, Captain Krysto." She insisted, despite knowing no such thing. "He is the best at what he does and very knowledgeable I assure you." She felt pleased with this assessment despite the fact that she was only stating what the man already knew - else why would father and daughter now be there? Hypatia only realised this belatedly and then cursed herself for looking like an idiot.
In her shame, she glanced down and what she held in her hand and realised that she had not yet parted with the gift her mother had insisted that she bring. Suddenly infused with an idea, given this man's kindness and the lack of Lord Achilleas' presence, her smile reappeared.
"Here." She stated, holding it out to him. "I would like to give you this for your kindness and your worries." She smiled. "Gifts make everyone feel better, do you not think?"
The young woman recoiled, but such was the way of war and a man's fear. His first real battle, Krysto hadn't been able to hold his food down. Not when the stench of blood and shit hit him as hard as someone striking him in the chest with the pummel of their sword. It had been an entirely new experience, and not one that his higher breeding had allowed him to really consider. Things were not spoken of in veiled terms in his home, not when most of the family took on a medicinal background and such things were just facts of life. But his father had never warned him of the horrors of war.
Krysto doubted that even Stephanos or Achilleas were so prepared upon their first battle. They had come out alive, sure, but all of them had been changed in the span of hours, if not minutes. And the way that Krysto had bounced back from such a shock was exactly why he was in the position he stood in now. Captain of men, many much older than he. Not because he was best friends to Lord Achilleas, but because he had the skill to back up his position. He had the standing and the experience to ensure that he was the best man for the job.
A charioteer at heart, it was near impossible to stay upon your chariot in the thick of a battle. At one point, you had to let feet touch solid ground. You had to change the center of your being to match those around you.
"I do not mean to make you uncomfortable, miss," the captain murmured softly, giving her a bit of a stern smile and then glancing toward the barracks. "There are many things that you do not learn until you stand upon a battlefield. I was born into a wealthy family, and it was a... shock of the highest calibre. Still is," he murmured, thinking back to his time in Egypt with only the ease that he was no longer there and did not have another person's blood sticking to every inch of his clothes and his skin.
"I pray that you are correct, miss Hypatia," Krysto added, "I have favored this horse through all of the last war," he muttered, "And there are simply some things that I do not wish to let go if I needn't in the first place," he opted to have faith in the young woman's father, knowing his horse to be in good hands but still fearing the worst in the back of his mind. But Krysto would not allow her to see that uncertainty in the same way she had already listened to his candid recounting of war.
If only because he had little else to connect on or speak about to begin with. His knowledge was strictly limited to service. To medicine. To war. Women were still an engima to him, and not something he had explored in the way that Lord Stephanos had in years past, and even still now.
But it was the offering of the small box in her hands that had Krysto pausing, his mind momentarily on the warmth and softness of her fingers on his arm. He thought about it for a long while, staring at the gift that she was soon handing him. His heart sped up in paces, but he kept himself calm, carefully taking the box into his own hands. "I thank you, miss," he murmured, carefully fingering the latch so that he could look at what lay inside. It was so rare that he recieved gifts that he was almost scared about what he was going to find, though he was gracious to the very tips of his fingers for such a kindness. "They do," he confirmed, smiling as he looked down into the shallow depths of the delicate wooden box in his hands.
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The young woman recoiled, but such was the way of war and a man's fear. His first real battle, Krysto hadn't been able to hold his food down. Not when the stench of blood and shit hit him as hard as someone striking him in the chest with the pummel of their sword. It had been an entirely new experience, and not one that his higher breeding had allowed him to really consider. Things were not spoken of in veiled terms in his home, not when most of the family took on a medicinal background and such things were just facts of life. But his father had never warned him of the horrors of war.
Krysto doubted that even Stephanos or Achilleas were so prepared upon their first battle. They had come out alive, sure, but all of them had been changed in the span of hours, if not minutes. And the way that Krysto had bounced back from such a shock was exactly why he was in the position he stood in now. Captain of men, many much older than he. Not because he was best friends to Lord Achilleas, but because he had the skill to back up his position. He had the standing and the experience to ensure that he was the best man for the job.
A charioteer at heart, it was near impossible to stay upon your chariot in the thick of a battle. At one point, you had to let feet touch solid ground. You had to change the center of your being to match those around you.
"I do not mean to make you uncomfortable, miss," the captain murmured softly, giving her a bit of a stern smile and then glancing toward the barracks. "There are many things that you do not learn until you stand upon a battlefield. I was born into a wealthy family, and it was a... shock of the highest calibre. Still is," he murmured, thinking back to his time in Egypt with only the ease that he was no longer there and did not have another person's blood sticking to every inch of his clothes and his skin.
"I pray that you are correct, miss Hypatia," Krysto added, "I have favored this horse through all of the last war," he muttered, "And there are simply some things that I do not wish to let go if I needn't in the first place," he opted to have faith in the young woman's father, knowing his horse to be in good hands but still fearing the worst in the back of his mind. But Krysto would not allow her to see that uncertainty in the same way she had already listened to his candid recounting of war.
If only because he had little else to connect on or speak about to begin with. His knowledge was strictly limited to service. To medicine. To war. Women were still an engima to him, and not something he had explored in the way that Lord Stephanos had in years past, and even still now.
But it was the offering of the small box in her hands that had Krysto pausing, his mind momentarily on the warmth and softness of her fingers on his arm. He thought about it for a long while, staring at the gift that she was soon handing him. His heart sped up in paces, but he kept himself calm, carefully taking the box into his own hands. "I thank you, miss," he murmured, carefully fingering the latch so that he could look at what lay inside. It was so rare that he recieved gifts that he was almost scared about what he was going to find, though he was gracious to the very tips of his fingers for such a kindness. "They do," he confirmed, smiling as he looked down into the shallow depths of the delicate wooden box in his hands.
The young woman recoiled, but such was the way of war and a man's fear. His first real battle, Krysto hadn't been able to hold his food down. Not when the stench of blood and shit hit him as hard as someone striking him in the chest with the pummel of their sword. It had been an entirely new experience, and not one that his higher breeding had allowed him to really consider. Things were not spoken of in veiled terms in his home, not when most of the family took on a medicinal background and such things were just facts of life. But his father had never warned him of the horrors of war.
Krysto doubted that even Stephanos or Achilleas were so prepared upon their first battle. They had come out alive, sure, but all of them had been changed in the span of hours, if not minutes. And the way that Krysto had bounced back from such a shock was exactly why he was in the position he stood in now. Captain of men, many much older than he. Not because he was best friends to Lord Achilleas, but because he had the skill to back up his position. He had the standing and the experience to ensure that he was the best man for the job.
A charioteer at heart, it was near impossible to stay upon your chariot in the thick of a battle. At one point, you had to let feet touch solid ground. You had to change the center of your being to match those around you.
"I do not mean to make you uncomfortable, miss," the captain murmured softly, giving her a bit of a stern smile and then glancing toward the barracks. "There are many things that you do not learn until you stand upon a battlefield. I was born into a wealthy family, and it was a... shock of the highest calibre. Still is," he murmured, thinking back to his time in Egypt with only the ease that he was no longer there and did not have another person's blood sticking to every inch of his clothes and his skin.
"I pray that you are correct, miss Hypatia," Krysto added, "I have favored this horse through all of the last war," he muttered, "And there are simply some things that I do not wish to let go if I needn't in the first place," he opted to have faith in the young woman's father, knowing his horse to be in good hands but still fearing the worst in the back of his mind. But Krysto would not allow her to see that uncertainty in the same way she had already listened to his candid recounting of war.
If only because he had little else to connect on or speak about to begin with. His knowledge was strictly limited to service. To medicine. To war. Women were still an engima to him, and not something he had explored in the way that Lord Stephanos had in years past, and even still now.
But it was the offering of the small box in her hands that had Krysto pausing, his mind momentarily on the warmth and softness of her fingers on his arm. He thought about it for a long while, staring at the gift that she was soon handing him. His heart sped up in paces, but he kept himself calm, carefully taking the box into his own hands. "I thank you, miss," he murmured, carefully fingering the latch so that he could look at what lay inside. It was so rare that he recieved gifts that he was almost scared about what he was going to find, though he was gracious to the very tips of his fingers for such a kindness. "They do," he confirmed, smiling as he looked down into the shallow depths of the delicate wooden box in his hands.
Hypatia was content in the Captain Krysto's presence. Which was rare for her. Whilst she was not a timid person by nature, she had not the gregarious social confidence of her sister and brothers or the natural means of personal assurance. When it came to men, in particular, her lack of integration with their half of the species had led to an awkward sort of lack in skill and dexterity. She could not negotiate around a conversation in the same way that her sister could when it came to men - especially those like Captain Krysto. Strong, powerful, military in nature. The men that Hypatia felt most comfortable around were the softer sort; intellects like her father and brothers. Damon, the only one of her siblings to have taken a career in the martial forces, was perhaps the sole exception to such a rule.
Now, she had two.
Krysto was easy to talk to and he did not loom upon her presence like some men. He did not stand too close and therefore enshroud her with his shadow or the width of his shoulders. He did not tower into her personal space in a way that made her nervous. He was respectful and friendly and his natural openness saw even his height appear diminished in her eyes. No threat, no danger.
She smiled brightly when he spoke of the horse being his favoured steed in the war. For this was another reason that the captain could not appear dangerous before her eyes. What dangerous man of violence cared so for an animal? Even one that he rode into the heat of battle.
Perhaps Hypatia was pre-conceived to liking a man that respected the creatures of the earth. Her father's occupation for one and her family's main income for a second had her constantly around those that cared for horses. Perhaps it was the familiar care in Krysto that had her warming to him and securing his friendship almost easily.
At least... easily for her. By comparison of other encounters that she had erroneously stumbled through.
When the young man seemed to hesitate over the offering of the box, Hypatia only tried to smile brighter, encouraging in her manner and expression for him to take hold of the little wooden piece. It was prettily decorated with different strains of wood grain forming a geometric star upon its top. Little bronze latches and hinges gave it a touch of the luxurious, but it was far from girly. The piece was expensive looking but most certainly designed for a male's use. Her mother had chosen the gift well, with her original intention of it eventually belonging to Lord Achilleas.
But, it was in the ownership of Hypatia now and she saw no harm in gifting it to one who had shown her care and kindness.
When he took the box from her, he was careful not to overstep bounds and touch her own hands or stroke along her fingers. Instead, his grip was firm on the little wooden container and he seemed truly taken to heart with the gift.
When he opened the lid, Hypatia watched his expression, hoping that such an offering was as well received as the intention to give it.
Inside the little brown box were coils of fine parchment, thick and expensive. They were kept together with a single ribbon of blue. Beside the roll was a pretty inkwell, filled with octopus ink and a golden stylus to be used for transferring it from pot to paper.
Most correspondence was written in clay. Carved from an open slab and heated and baked. Or, sharp styluses were used to carve messages into a wax plate borne in a frame of wood. This was perhaps the most illustrious way to send messages. Upon the papyrus of the Egyptian plains with the black ink of sea creatures. It was a popular means of writing letters now and Hypatia was entirely certain that Europa had meant to hold a reminder of their family upon Lord Achilleas' desk with every letter that he wrote. Her mother was clever like that.
Now, Hypatia turned the gift around, feeling only a hesitant bubble of guilt over her claiming of her mother's olive branch.
"Perhaps... if your duties do not keep you so busy, Captain Krysto, you might use the gift to let me know the progress of your horse?" She asked, a little tentatively, as her gaze glanced over the stables. "I would be heartbroken not to know the outcome of an animal so tenderly cared for...?"
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Hypatia was content in the Captain Krysto's presence. Which was rare for her. Whilst she was not a timid person by nature, she had not the gregarious social confidence of her sister and brothers or the natural means of personal assurance. When it came to men, in particular, her lack of integration with their half of the species had led to an awkward sort of lack in skill and dexterity. She could not negotiate around a conversation in the same way that her sister could when it came to men - especially those like Captain Krysto. Strong, powerful, military in nature. The men that Hypatia felt most comfortable around were the softer sort; intellects like her father and brothers. Damon, the only one of her siblings to have taken a career in the martial forces, was perhaps the sole exception to such a rule.
Now, she had two.
Krysto was easy to talk to and he did not loom upon her presence like some men. He did not stand too close and therefore enshroud her with his shadow or the width of his shoulders. He did not tower into her personal space in a way that made her nervous. He was respectful and friendly and his natural openness saw even his height appear diminished in her eyes. No threat, no danger.
She smiled brightly when he spoke of the horse being his favoured steed in the war. For this was another reason that the captain could not appear dangerous before her eyes. What dangerous man of violence cared so for an animal? Even one that he rode into the heat of battle.
Perhaps Hypatia was pre-conceived to liking a man that respected the creatures of the earth. Her father's occupation for one and her family's main income for a second had her constantly around those that cared for horses. Perhaps it was the familiar care in Krysto that had her warming to him and securing his friendship almost easily.
At least... easily for her. By comparison of other encounters that she had erroneously stumbled through.
When the young man seemed to hesitate over the offering of the box, Hypatia only tried to smile brighter, encouraging in her manner and expression for him to take hold of the little wooden piece. It was prettily decorated with different strains of wood grain forming a geometric star upon its top. Little bronze latches and hinges gave it a touch of the luxurious, but it was far from girly. The piece was expensive looking but most certainly designed for a male's use. Her mother had chosen the gift well, with her original intention of it eventually belonging to Lord Achilleas.
But, it was in the ownership of Hypatia now and she saw no harm in gifting it to one who had shown her care and kindness.
When he took the box from her, he was careful not to overstep bounds and touch her own hands or stroke along her fingers. Instead, his grip was firm on the little wooden container and he seemed truly taken to heart with the gift.
When he opened the lid, Hypatia watched his expression, hoping that such an offering was as well received as the intention to give it.
Inside the little brown box were coils of fine parchment, thick and expensive. They were kept together with a single ribbon of blue. Beside the roll was a pretty inkwell, filled with octopus ink and a golden stylus to be used for transferring it from pot to paper.
Most correspondence was written in clay. Carved from an open slab and heated and baked. Or, sharp styluses were used to carve messages into a wax plate borne in a frame of wood. This was perhaps the most illustrious way to send messages. Upon the papyrus of the Egyptian plains with the black ink of sea creatures. It was a popular means of writing letters now and Hypatia was entirely certain that Europa had meant to hold a reminder of their family upon Lord Achilleas' desk with every letter that he wrote. Her mother was clever like that.
Now, Hypatia turned the gift around, feeling only a hesitant bubble of guilt over her claiming of her mother's olive branch.
"Perhaps... if your duties do not keep you so busy, Captain Krysto, you might use the gift to let me know the progress of your horse?" She asked, a little tentatively, as her gaze glanced over the stables. "I would be heartbroken not to know the outcome of an animal so tenderly cared for...?"
Hypatia was content in the Captain Krysto's presence. Which was rare for her. Whilst she was not a timid person by nature, she had not the gregarious social confidence of her sister and brothers or the natural means of personal assurance. When it came to men, in particular, her lack of integration with their half of the species had led to an awkward sort of lack in skill and dexterity. She could not negotiate around a conversation in the same way that her sister could when it came to men - especially those like Captain Krysto. Strong, powerful, military in nature. The men that Hypatia felt most comfortable around were the softer sort; intellects like her father and brothers. Damon, the only one of her siblings to have taken a career in the martial forces, was perhaps the sole exception to such a rule.
Now, she had two.
Krysto was easy to talk to and he did not loom upon her presence like some men. He did not stand too close and therefore enshroud her with his shadow or the width of his shoulders. He did not tower into her personal space in a way that made her nervous. He was respectful and friendly and his natural openness saw even his height appear diminished in her eyes. No threat, no danger.
She smiled brightly when he spoke of the horse being his favoured steed in the war. For this was another reason that the captain could not appear dangerous before her eyes. What dangerous man of violence cared so for an animal? Even one that he rode into the heat of battle.
Perhaps Hypatia was pre-conceived to liking a man that respected the creatures of the earth. Her father's occupation for one and her family's main income for a second had her constantly around those that cared for horses. Perhaps it was the familiar care in Krysto that had her warming to him and securing his friendship almost easily.
At least... easily for her. By comparison of other encounters that she had erroneously stumbled through.
When the young man seemed to hesitate over the offering of the box, Hypatia only tried to smile brighter, encouraging in her manner and expression for him to take hold of the little wooden piece. It was prettily decorated with different strains of wood grain forming a geometric star upon its top. Little bronze latches and hinges gave it a touch of the luxurious, but it was far from girly. The piece was expensive looking but most certainly designed for a male's use. Her mother had chosen the gift well, with her original intention of it eventually belonging to Lord Achilleas.
But, it was in the ownership of Hypatia now and she saw no harm in gifting it to one who had shown her care and kindness.
When he took the box from her, he was careful not to overstep bounds and touch her own hands or stroke along her fingers. Instead, his grip was firm on the little wooden container and he seemed truly taken to heart with the gift.
When he opened the lid, Hypatia watched his expression, hoping that such an offering was as well received as the intention to give it.
Inside the little brown box were coils of fine parchment, thick and expensive. They were kept together with a single ribbon of blue. Beside the roll was a pretty inkwell, filled with octopus ink and a golden stylus to be used for transferring it from pot to paper.
Most correspondence was written in clay. Carved from an open slab and heated and baked. Or, sharp styluses were used to carve messages into a wax plate borne in a frame of wood. This was perhaps the most illustrious way to send messages. Upon the papyrus of the Egyptian plains with the black ink of sea creatures. It was a popular means of writing letters now and Hypatia was entirely certain that Europa had meant to hold a reminder of their family upon Lord Achilleas' desk with every letter that he wrote. Her mother was clever like that.
Now, Hypatia turned the gift around, feeling only a hesitant bubble of guilt over her claiming of her mother's olive branch.
"Perhaps... if your duties do not keep you so busy, Captain Krysto, you might use the gift to let me know the progress of your horse?" She asked, a little tentatively, as her gaze glanced over the stables. "I would be heartbroken not to know the outcome of an animal so tenderly cared for...?"
It was a thoughtful gift and the young Captain's first thought was that this wasn't truly meant for him. Now, it obviously was his because it had been given to him, but the thought had been for someone else. He knew exactly who, but Lord Achilleas wasn't here to accept such a beautiful gift. Honestly, it seemed almost too fine for Krysto's own personal belongings, but he thought of the words that his mother would tell him. It was rude to reject a gift given by a young woman. He'd not find himself a wife by being standoffish, and he couldn't find it in himself to be rude about the gift. The parchment, stylus, and ink in the beautiful wooden box. Admittedly, he adored it and he would cherish it for many years to come.
Who said that a Captain couldn't write missives in style? A popular style that was quickly overtaking the use of clay tablets and wax.
Staring down into the pretty box, Krysto took a few long moments to compose himself, swallowing hard. "I must thank you for something so beautiful and... inherently thoughtful, even though I'm sure that this was meant for the Lord," Krysto said with a soft smile, "For you to deem me worthy makes me grateful," the young captain said quietly, closing the box slowly and tucking it under his arm so that he could keep it nice and safe until he returned to his quarters for the night.
He could think of what he would do with the first piece of papyrus. He would write this young lady a thank you letter for her kindness simply because words could not describe the appreciation he felt for such a gesture. Thinking a little too deeply, the military man jumped when Hypatia spoke again, his blue gaze resting on her pretty form while he listened to her questions of him. Would he write to her? Absolutely. Would it all be for the sake of the horse? Likely not.
Krysto was friendly and he appreciated making connections with even the most unlikely of allies.
Smiling softly, Krysto nodded slightly, "Of course, Miss Hypatia. I would be honored to write to you, but I hope our correspondences could be born more out of friendship than simple concern for my favored steed," he said with a wry smile. "It would be nice to have someone to write to on a more regular basis."
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It was a thoughtful gift and the young Captain's first thought was that this wasn't truly meant for him. Now, it obviously was his because it had been given to him, but the thought had been for someone else. He knew exactly who, but Lord Achilleas wasn't here to accept such a beautiful gift. Honestly, it seemed almost too fine for Krysto's own personal belongings, but he thought of the words that his mother would tell him. It was rude to reject a gift given by a young woman. He'd not find himself a wife by being standoffish, and he couldn't find it in himself to be rude about the gift. The parchment, stylus, and ink in the beautiful wooden box. Admittedly, he adored it and he would cherish it for many years to come.
Who said that a Captain couldn't write missives in style? A popular style that was quickly overtaking the use of clay tablets and wax.
Staring down into the pretty box, Krysto took a few long moments to compose himself, swallowing hard. "I must thank you for something so beautiful and... inherently thoughtful, even though I'm sure that this was meant for the Lord," Krysto said with a soft smile, "For you to deem me worthy makes me grateful," the young captain said quietly, closing the box slowly and tucking it under his arm so that he could keep it nice and safe until he returned to his quarters for the night.
He could think of what he would do with the first piece of papyrus. He would write this young lady a thank you letter for her kindness simply because words could not describe the appreciation he felt for such a gesture. Thinking a little too deeply, the military man jumped when Hypatia spoke again, his blue gaze resting on her pretty form while he listened to her questions of him. Would he write to her? Absolutely. Would it all be for the sake of the horse? Likely not.
Krysto was friendly and he appreciated making connections with even the most unlikely of allies.
Smiling softly, Krysto nodded slightly, "Of course, Miss Hypatia. I would be honored to write to you, but I hope our correspondences could be born more out of friendship than simple concern for my favored steed," he said with a wry smile. "It would be nice to have someone to write to on a more regular basis."
It was a thoughtful gift and the young Captain's first thought was that this wasn't truly meant for him. Now, it obviously was his because it had been given to him, but the thought had been for someone else. He knew exactly who, but Lord Achilleas wasn't here to accept such a beautiful gift. Honestly, it seemed almost too fine for Krysto's own personal belongings, but he thought of the words that his mother would tell him. It was rude to reject a gift given by a young woman. He'd not find himself a wife by being standoffish, and he couldn't find it in himself to be rude about the gift. The parchment, stylus, and ink in the beautiful wooden box. Admittedly, he adored it and he would cherish it for many years to come.
Who said that a Captain couldn't write missives in style? A popular style that was quickly overtaking the use of clay tablets and wax.
Staring down into the pretty box, Krysto took a few long moments to compose himself, swallowing hard. "I must thank you for something so beautiful and... inherently thoughtful, even though I'm sure that this was meant for the Lord," Krysto said with a soft smile, "For you to deem me worthy makes me grateful," the young captain said quietly, closing the box slowly and tucking it under his arm so that he could keep it nice and safe until he returned to his quarters for the night.
He could think of what he would do with the first piece of papyrus. He would write this young lady a thank you letter for her kindness simply because words could not describe the appreciation he felt for such a gesture. Thinking a little too deeply, the military man jumped when Hypatia spoke again, his blue gaze resting on her pretty form while he listened to her questions of him. Would he write to her? Absolutely. Would it all be for the sake of the horse? Likely not.
Krysto was friendly and he appreciated making connections with even the most unlikely of allies.
Smiling softly, Krysto nodded slightly, "Of course, Miss Hypatia. I would be honored to write to you, but I hope our correspondences could be born more out of friendship than simple concern for my favored steed," he said with a wry smile. "It would be nice to have someone to write to on a more regular basis."