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With the city in utter uncertainty, the Central Plateía, by rights, should have been deserted. How could it be, when the normal gossiping was now furnished with even more conversation? With no way to contact each other except to leave their homes, there was no real way for the wealthy to speak to, and about, one another without coming here. To wait for dinner parties or invitations was out of the question. They needed to speak and gossip and tattle, and they needed to do it now.
This was precisely the place that Elysia felt she was needed most. Her friends, her acquaintances- all gathered in one central location, as though offering themselves up as gifts. She drifted from one group to the next, mourning the loss of this son or husband with one, immediately switching to discuss the mourning attire of the previous group with the next, to laughing about the play that was being touted as the best show of the year with a third group. It was a lot, even for her, but she played her part well. It was necessary to be liked and well received by absolutely everyone if she could help it and when she could not seem to be a friend to someone, then finding dirt on them was of the utmost importance.
Quite a few ladies of the most prominent houses were there, both the old and the young. She smiled briefly at the Marikas matriarch and received one in return but they weren’t what Elysia would call ‘friends’, though she’d tried, somewhat. They were surface level nice. On good terms and that was enough for now. Turning away from her current group of friends, Elysia felt an arm slide through hers and looked over to find the smiling face of yet another woman, leading her off to join their gaggle.
On her arm, she carried a basket that had been full of treats for friends, or sweet scented soaps that one of her servants was particularly good about finding. These sorts of things she liked to give out to people, but what she didn’t like was to hold the basket all day long. She’d set it down at her feet any time she stopped to talk, but now she held onto it, not wanting to stay at this group for very long. It was heavy on her arm and growing heavier the longer she held onto it, which, she now reflected, shouldn’t be the case. It should be almost nothing to hold.
Glancing down, she frowned at the swath of fabric covering the contents of the basket. Hadn’t hers been blue? Rather than soft ivory? She did have a cloth like this, but was suddenly sure this was not her basket. “Excuse me,” she said to the group she was with and began walking back along the meandering path she’d taken, checking the ground for her empty treat basket, but she didn’t find it. There were too many people and likely the woman who this belonged to now had hers. Sighing in resignation, Elysia moved toward a little sitting place and sat down so see what exactly was in this thing. She pulled back the cloth and her eyes widened.
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With the city in utter uncertainty, the Central Plateía, by rights, should have been deserted. How could it be, when the normal gossiping was now furnished with even more conversation? With no way to contact each other except to leave their homes, there was no real way for the wealthy to speak to, and about, one another without coming here. To wait for dinner parties or invitations was out of the question. They needed to speak and gossip and tattle, and they needed to do it now.
This was precisely the place that Elysia felt she was needed most. Her friends, her acquaintances- all gathered in one central location, as though offering themselves up as gifts. She drifted from one group to the next, mourning the loss of this son or husband with one, immediately switching to discuss the mourning attire of the previous group with the next, to laughing about the play that was being touted as the best show of the year with a third group. It was a lot, even for her, but she played her part well. It was necessary to be liked and well received by absolutely everyone if she could help it and when she could not seem to be a friend to someone, then finding dirt on them was of the utmost importance.
Quite a few ladies of the most prominent houses were there, both the old and the young. She smiled briefly at the Marikas matriarch and received one in return but they weren’t what Elysia would call ‘friends’, though she’d tried, somewhat. They were surface level nice. On good terms and that was enough for now. Turning away from her current group of friends, Elysia felt an arm slide through hers and looked over to find the smiling face of yet another woman, leading her off to join their gaggle.
On her arm, she carried a basket that had been full of treats for friends, or sweet scented soaps that one of her servants was particularly good about finding. These sorts of things she liked to give out to people, but what she didn’t like was to hold the basket all day long. She’d set it down at her feet any time she stopped to talk, but now she held onto it, not wanting to stay at this group for very long. It was heavy on her arm and growing heavier the longer she held onto it, which, she now reflected, shouldn’t be the case. It should be almost nothing to hold.
Glancing down, she frowned at the swath of fabric covering the contents of the basket. Hadn’t hers been blue? Rather than soft ivory? She did have a cloth like this, but was suddenly sure this was not her basket. “Excuse me,” she said to the group she was with and began walking back along the meandering path she’d taken, checking the ground for her empty treat basket, but she didn’t find it. There were too many people and likely the woman who this belonged to now had hers. Sighing in resignation, Elysia moved toward a little sitting place and sat down so see what exactly was in this thing. She pulled back the cloth and her eyes widened.
With the city in utter uncertainty, the Central Plateía, by rights, should have been deserted. How could it be, when the normal gossiping was now furnished with even more conversation? With no way to contact each other except to leave their homes, there was no real way for the wealthy to speak to, and about, one another without coming here. To wait for dinner parties or invitations was out of the question. They needed to speak and gossip and tattle, and they needed to do it now.
This was precisely the place that Elysia felt she was needed most. Her friends, her acquaintances- all gathered in one central location, as though offering themselves up as gifts. She drifted from one group to the next, mourning the loss of this son or husband with one, immediately switching to discuss the mourning attire of the previous group with the next, to laughing about the play that was being touted as the best show of the year with a third group. It was a lot, even for her, but she played her part well. It was necessary to be liked and well received by absolutely everyone if she could help it and when she could not seem to be a friend to someone, then finding dirt on them was of the utmost importance.
Quite a few ladies of the most prominent houses were there, both the old and the young. She smiled briefly at the Marikas matriarch and received one in return but they weren’t what Elysia would call ‘friends’, though she’d tried, somewhat. They were surface level nice. On good terms and that was enough for now. Turning away from her current group of friends, Elysia felt an arm slide through hers and looked over to find the smiling face of yet another woman, leading her off to join their gaggle.
On her arm, she carried a basket that had been full of treats for friends, or sweet scented soaps that one of her servants was particularly good about finding. These sorts of things she liked to give out to people, but what she didn’t like was to hold the basket all day long. She’d set it down at her feet any time she stopped to talk, but now she held onto it, not wanting to stay at this group for very long. It was heavy on her arm and growing heavier the longer she held onto it, which, she now reflected, shouldn’t be the case. It should be almost nothing to hold.
Glancing down, she frowned at the swath of fabric covering the contents of the basket. Hadn’t hers been blue? Rather than soft ivory? She did have a cloth like this, but was suddenly sure this was not her basket. “Excuse me,” she said to the group she was with and began walking back along the meandering path she’d taken, checking the ground for her empty treat basket, but she didn’t find it. There were too many people and likely the woman who this belonged to now had hers. Sighing in resignation, Elysia moved toward a little sitting place and sat down so see what exactly was in this thing. She pulled back the cloth and her eyes widened.
Ownership Papers Key Hunt Prize
Within the basket lay multiple ornaments, boxes and small items of worth and value that might have belonged to a lower noble or merchant family no longer able to afford food through normal means. The weight of the basket was that of old heirlooms and items that could be sold at market in shame, hoping to fetch enough coin that the scarcer (and more expensive) foods stuffs could be purchased for the coming winter. Most being inexpensive trinkets of minimal worth only one holds anything of true value. A small box - like the kind used for letters of import upon a desk - lacquered and varnished to a high and pretty shine and lined within with layers of silk. Empty as the eye can see and yet with a careful prod at the base, the inside bottom is revealed to be false. And the compartment beneath holds only one document. The parchment old and delicate and liable to break if peeled open too harshly, the paperwork begins with an unknown and out of use family crest. The name House of Heras can be read beneath it and the following writing claims the authenticity of the paper. Ownership deeds to a large blue diamond...
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Within the basket lay multiple ornaments, boxes and small items of worth and value that might have belonged to a lower noble or merchant family no longer able to afford food through normal means. The weight of the basket was that of old heirlooms and items that could be sold at market in shame, hoping to fetch enough coin that the scarcer (and more expensive) foods stuffs could be purchased for the coming winter. Most being inexpensive trinkets of minimal worth only one holds anything of true value. A small box - like the kind used for letters of import upon a desk - lacquered and varnished to a high and pretty shine and lined within with layers of silk. Empty as the eye can see and yet with a careful prod at the base, the inside bottom is revealed to be false. And the compartment beneath holds only one document. The parchment old and delicate and liable to break if peeled open too harshly, the paperwork begins with an unknown and out of use family crest. The name House of Heras can be read beneath it and the following writing claims the authenticity of the paper. Ownership deeds to a large blue diamond...
Ownership Papers Key Hunt Prize
Within the basket lay multiple ornaments, boxes and small items of worth and value that might have belonged to a lower noble or merchant family no longer able to afford food through normal means. The weight of the basket was that of old heirlooms and items that could be sold at market in shame, hoping to fetch enough coin that the scarcer (and more expensive) foods stuffs could be purchased for the coming winter. Most being inexpensive trinkets of minimal worth only one holds anything of true value. A small box - like the kind used for letters of import upon a desk - lacquered and varnished to a high and pretty shine and lined within with layers of silk. Empty as the eye can see and yet with a careful prod at the base, the inside bottom is revealed to be false. And the compartment beneath holds only one document. The parchment old and delicate and liable to break if peeled open too harshly, the paperwork begins with an unknown and out of use family crest. The name House of Heras can be read beneath it and the following writing claims the authenticity of the paper. Ownership deeds to a large blue diamond...
Elysia drew back the blanket, staring at the random assortment of bits of mostly worthless items. She frowned, drawing the notice of her friend. ”What’s the matter?” the woman asked and Elysia flipped the cloth back over the contents of the basket.
“Nothing,” she said and looked around again for someone holding her empty basket. This was going to be such a pain to get this returned to whomever it belonged. Excusing herself from the group, she retreated back to where she’d been seated before so that she could better sift through what was in this. It would give her a clue, she hoped, as to where to take this. There was nothing overtly pointing to a single noble house in the basket and, because Elysia wasn’t poor, she pushed the baubles around roughly, sending them tumbling out of the way. There was something else in the basket and her frown deepened when she found a letter box. Still, no definitive markings on the box itself and when she opened it, there was nothing.
“This is most unhelpful,” she muttered under her breath, sighing and caressing the gorgeous silk interior with her fingertips. But the bottom of the box didn’t feel quite right. There was a bit of give to it and it shifted just the tiniest bit. Glancing around, she looked back at the box and tilted her head, she pressed harder on the base of the box and was mildly surprised to find that it yielded its secret to her; a compartment. As soon as she saw the document, she replaced the false bottom on the box, put everything back the way it had been in the basket, jerked the cloth back over it, and stood.
She’d wait until she got home to look over the document. Anything secret did not need to be examined in the open. Nor did she want to be interrupted again as she did it. All thought of returning this was gone, for the time being. Now she wanted to know why there was a box with a secret compartment and what the document inside meant. Her husband was home, she was pretty sure. He would likely want to see this as well, would he not?
“I’ll see you later,” Elysia called to her friend, smiled, gave the woman a wave, and set off in the direction of her home. The curiosity burning in her mind consumed all of her thoughts.
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Elysia drew back the blanket, staring at the random assortment of bits of mostly worthless items. She frowned, drawing the notice of her friend. ”What’s the matter?” the woman asked and Elysia flipped the cloth back over the contents of the basket.
“Nothing,” she said and looked around again for someone holding her empty basket. This was going to be such a pain to get this returned to whomever it belonged. Excusing herself from the group, she retreated back to where she’d been seated before so that she could better sift through what was in this. It would give her a clue, she hoped, as to where to take this. There was nothing overtly pointing to a single noble house in the basket and, because Elysia wasn’t poor, she pushed the baubles around roughly, sending them tumbling out of the way. There was something else in the basket and her frown deepened when she found a letter box. Still, no definitive markings on the box itself and when she opened it, there was nothing.
“This is most unhelpful,” she muttered under her breath, sighing and caressing the gorgeous silk interior with her fingertips. But the bottom of the box didn’t feel quite right. There was a bit of give to it and it shifted just the tiniest bit. Glancing around, she looked back at the box and tilted her head, she pressed harder on the base of the box and was mildly surprised to find that it yielded its secret to her; a compartment. As soon as she saw the document, she replaced the false bottom on the box, put everything back the way it had been in the basket, jerked the cloth back over it, and stood.
She’d wait until she got home to look over the document. Anything secret did not need to be examined in the open. Nor did she want to be interrupted again as she did it. All thought of returning this was gone, for the time being. Now she wanted to know why there was a box with a secret compartment and what the document inside meant. Her husband was home, she was pretty sure. He would likely want to see this as well, would he not?
“I’ll see you later,” Elysia called to her friend, smiled, gave the woman a wave, and set off in the direction of her home. The curiosity burning in her mind consumed all of her thoughts.
Elysia drew back the blanket, staring at the random assortment of bits of mostly worthless items. She frowned, drawing the notice of her friend. ”What’s the matter?” the woman asked and Elysia flipped the cloth back over the contents of the basket.
“Nothing,” she said and looked around again for someone holding her empty basket. This was going to be such a pain to get this returned to whomever it belonged. Excusing herself from the group, she retreated back to where she’d been seated before so that she could better sift through what was in this. It would give her a clue, she hoped, as to where to take this. There was nothing overtly pointing to a single noble house in the basket and, because Elysia wasn’t poor, she pushed the baubles around roughly, sending them tumbling out of the way. There was something else in the basket and her frown deepened when she found a letter box. Still, no definitive markings on the box itself and when she opened it, there was nothing.
“This is most unhelpful,” she muttered under her breath, sighing and caressing the gorgeous silk interior with her fingertips. But the bottom of the box didn’t feel quite right. There was a bit of give to it and it shifted just the tiniest bit. Glancing around, she looked back at the box and tilted her head, she pressed harder on the base of the box and was mildly surprised to find that it yielded its secret to her; a compartment. As soon as she saw the document, she replaced the false bottom on the box, put everything back the way it had been in the basket, jerked the cloth back over it, and stood.
She’d wait until she got home to look over the document. Anything secret did not need to be examined in the open. Nor did she want to be interrupted again as she did it. All thought of returning this was gone, for the time being. Now she wanted to know why there was a box with a secret compartment and what the document inside meant. Her husband was home, she was pretty sure. He would likely want to see this as well, would he not?
“I’ll see you later,” Elysia called to her friend, smiled, gave the woman a wave, and set off in the direction of her home. The curiosity burning in her mind consumed all of her thoughts.