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The effects of the fire lingered in the city, even as the royal family worked hard to ensure that efforts to rebuild it would be underway as soon as possible. Her own husband had been busy with many senators and advisors within his room discussing with his brothers on how the efforts could be done as quick as possible, and amidst it all, Evras was beginning to feel quite... useless, really. Unlike herself, Queen Yanni had long since proven that despite her gender and status as a Queen, she had the wit and strength necessary in such discussions, and often the Queen had taken part in the planning with her sons.
Evras however, was left quite to her own devices. She had years to learn yet on how exactly Queen Yanni functioned as a strong Queen, but even so, Evras had been sickly of late. Retiring to bed even earlier then usual, she had seen even less of her husband, especially when, due to Zanon's absence, the care of Dion fell on her shoulders. Sure, her eleven-year old son did not need much in terms of care, but Evras was a hands on mother who refused to leave her son entirely in the attention of servants and handmaidens, and as such made it a point to be there for at least bedtime and meal times each night.
Outside of his care however, especially as Dion had been getting trained in combat and the weapons of late, Evras found herself bereft of things to do. Her visits to the temple had been frequent of late, with the freeing up of her time. But in the time after the fire, it had been especially so. With how she had been caught in the temple as the fire had started, one had thought she would've been afraid, but it had been the other way around. The woman's thought process had been instead, that the gods had protected her and the temples that they were worshipped in, and for that, she was thankful, and showed it by increasing the frequency of her visits.
Of course, she had a heavier retinue these days, her husband ordering at least half dozen soldiers to accompany her. In truth, Evras found it excessive, but to argue against Zanon would be a waste of time. So Evras went with it, and did her usual worships of the Gods whilst they awaited at the entrance the caverns. Pomegrantes for Aphrodite, apples for Hera and Zeus, olive oil for Ares and wine for Hades, it took an hour or so before Evras concluded, and returned to her guard.
Evening had just started its warm fingers as they descended the caverns into the city, where the princess had instructed to go for the day. She intended to get some honey and fresh sesame seeds to make some pasteli, a great food if her husband and family would be staying up long past proper hours to get work done for the ruined Lower Levels. While the dark-haired maiden had long since went to the kitchen herselves, it made her happy to know that her husband would have some form of sustenance should he need.
Entering the Lower Levels however, proved a little harder on horseback then usual. With the debris and remnants of the burnt Lower levels, eventually Evras held up her ride, and handed the reins over to a guard tasked to watch over their horses, and instead, chose to go forward on foot. One hand held up the long ends of her pale blue chiton, whilst the other slowly browsed the shops in the streets of Midas, her coin pouch hung off the silver belt she wore.
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The effects of the fire lingered in the city, even as the royal family worked hard to ensure that efforts to rebuild it would be underway as soon as possible. Her own husband had been busy with many senators and advisors within his room discussing with his brothers on how the efforts could be done as quick as possible, and amidst it all, Evras was beginning to feel quite... useless, really. Unlike herself, Queen Yanni had long since proven that despite her gender and status as a Queen, she had the wit and strength necessary in such discussions, and often the Queen had taken part in the planning with her sons.
Evras however, was left quite to her own devices. She had years to learn yet on how exactly Queen Yanni functioned as a strong Queen, but even so, Evras had been sickly of late. Retiring to bed even earlier then usual, she had seen even less of her husband, especially when, due to Zanon's absence, the care of Dion fell on her shoulders. Sure, her eleven-year old son did not need much in terms of care, but Evras was a hands on mother who refused to leave her son entirely in the attention of servants and handmaidens, and as such made it a point to be there for at least bedtime and meal times each night.
Outside of his care however, especially as Dion had been getting trained in combat and the weapons of late, Evras found herself bereft of things to do. Her visits to the temple had been frequent of late, with the freeing up of her time. But in the time after the fire, it had been especially so. With how she had been caught in the temple as the fire had started, one had thought she would've been afraid, but it had been the other way around. The woman's thought process had been instead, that the gods had protected her and the temples that they were worshipped in, and for that, she was thankful, and showed it by increasing the frequency of her visits.
Of course, she had a heavier retinue these days, her husband ordering at least half dozen soldiers to accompany her. In truth, Evras found it excessive, but to argue against Zanon would be a waste of time. So Evras went with it, and did her usual worships of the Gods whilst they awaited at the entrance the caverns. Pomegrantes for Aphrodite, apples for Hera and Zeus, olive oil for Ares and wine for Hades, it took an hour or so before Evras concluded, and returned to her guard.
Evening had just started its warm fingers as they descended the caverns into the city, where the princess had instructed to go for the day. She intended to get some honey and fresh sesame seeds to make some pasteli, a great food if her husband and family would be staying up long past proper hours to get work done for the ruined Lower Levels. While the dark-haired maiden had long since went to the kitchen herselves, it made her happy to know that her husband would have some form of sustenance should he need.
Entering the Lower Levels however, proved a little harder on horseback then usual. With the debris and remnants of the burnt Lower levels, eventually Evras held up her ride, and handed the reins over to a guard tasked to watch over their horses, and instead, chose to go forward on foot. One hand held up the long ends of her pale blue chiton, whilst the other slowly browsed the shops in the streets of Midas, her coin pouch hung off the silver belt she wore.
The effects of the fire lingered in the city, even as the royal family worked hard to ensure that efforts to rebuild it would be underway as soon as possible. Her own husband had been busy with many senators and advisors within his room discussing with his brothers on how the efforts could be done as quick as possible, and amidst it all, Evras was beginning to feel quite... useless, really. Unlike herself, Queen Yanni had long since proven that despite her gender and status as a Queen, she had the wit and strength necessary in such discussions, and often the Queen had taken part in the planning with her sons.
Evras however, was left quite to her own devices. She had years to learn yet on how exactly Queen Yanni functioned as a strong Queen, but even so, Evras had been sickly of late. Retiring to bed even earlier then usual, she had seen even less of her husband, especially when, due to Zanon's absence, the care of Dion fell on her shoulders. Sure, her eleven-year old son did not need much in terms of care, but Evras was a hands on mother who refused to leave her son entirely in the attention of servants and handmaidens, and as such made it a point to be there for at least bedtime and meal times each night.
Outside of his care however, especially as Dion had been getting trained in combat and the weapons of late, Evras found herself bereft of things to do. Her visits to the temple had been frequent of late, with the freeing up of her time. But in the time after the fire, it had been especially so. With how she had been caught in the temple as the fire had started, one had thought she would've been afraid, but it had been the other way around. The woman's thought process had been instead, that the gods had protected her and the temples that they were worshipped in, and for that, she was thankful, and showed it by increasing the frequency of her visits.
Of course, she had a heavier retinue these days, her husband ordering at least half dozen soldiers to accompany her. In truth, Evras found it excessive, but to argue against Zanon would be a waste of time. So Evras went with it, and did her usual worships of the Gods whilst they awaited at the entrance the caverns. Pomegrantes for Aphrodite, apples for Hera and Zeus, olive oil for Ares and wine for Hades, it took an hour or so before Evras concluded, and returned to her guard.
Evening had just started its warm fingers as they descended the caverns into the city, where the princess had instructed to go for the day. She intended to get some honey and fresh sesame seeds to make some pasteli, a great food if her husband and family would be staying up long past proper hours to get work done for the ruined Lower Levels. While the dark-haired maiden had long since went to the kitchen herselves, it made her happy to know that her husband would have some form of sustenance should he need.
Entering the Lower Levels however, proved a little harder on horseback then usual. With the debris and remnants of the burnt Lower levels, eventually Evras held up her ride, and handed the reins over to a guard tasked to watch over their horses, and instead, chose to go forward on foot. One hand held up the long ends of her pale blue chiton, whilst the other slowly browsed the shops in the streets of Midas, her coin pouch hung off the silver belt she wore.
In the aftermath of the fire, the Eliades children were kept a little bit closer to home. However, as time passed and a sense of security began to fall over the city once again, the restrictions on the boys were lifted, much to the younger twin’s delight. It didn’t take him long to get up to his old antics of sneaking out in search of fun when his brother was too busy with his lessons to pay him anymind.
Wanting to spend his time with other children rather than just wandering about with Vang, Babis decied that the best plan was disguising his noble blood by choosing to wear one of his ripped and dirt stained tunics --an article of clothing he was far from being in short supply in, much to his mother’s chagrin-- Babis had slipped away from the safe walls of the Eliades manor and made his way towards the lower level, fully intent on passing himself off as one of the countless children who called this now decimated part of the city home.
Despite the destruction, children were still children and they would be some of the first to see a silver lining in the disaster that hung over the city. Naturally, they would see the destruction not as a loss, but an opportunity. That much was clear by the fact that by the time Babis reached a ruined part of the city that was near a market, the whole place was teeming with children who were making the best of the situation and were already turning the burnt out shells of nature’s fury into a new playground.
Grinning wildly, Babis picked up the pace to go and join them.
Babis spent the whole day with them, jumping from group to group as he saw fit, eagerly taking part in the games that they all played. Without fail, everything had to do with an exploration of some kind, a clear sign that even the stark truth of this world never being the same had leaked into the world of the most hopeful. Being a natural leader, Babis normally pushed himself into being the leader of these expeditions and whenever one of the local boys got tired of this interloper, he would just move along. However, most of the time, the groups he was with took on a new sense of reckless abandon that disappeared whenever he moved along. Never having dealt with danger before and not having any connection to the ashy ruins, Babis was the first child who dared to scamper up fallen beams and piles of broken stone. It was truly a miracle he didn’t hurt himself in the process, relying on his steady feet to keep himself from falling. However, this didn’t save the boy from an unintended consequence of playing in the remains of a fire.
He was absolutely filthy from head to toe.
His skin was covered in a pale layer of ash with the only color appearing as red little pinpricks of blood from where he had skinned his palms and knees throughout the day. The once brown tunic was also mottled grey and his honey-colored hair almost looked white from the ash. Although Babis himself could not see the sorry state of his appearance, it would not be that far-fetched to believe that not even Marissa would be able to recognize him if he came home without cleaning up first. Hell, maybe even Aras wouldn’t be able to recognize his own mirror image if asked.
However, Babis wasn’t really thinking of this as the hours ticked by and quickly day turned to dusk. One by one, the little groups of rambunctious children petered out until there was only a handful of them left. Babis, of course, was at the center of a group of older boys all pretending that they had just wandered across an set of ancient ruins. According to the fantasy, they were just about to reach the shrine when the uniform sound of multiple horses moving forward brought all the boys, but Babis to a stop. After all, the noise of an approaching retinue of guards was nothing new to him, but once the other boys came to a stop, Babis’s excited shouts also drew into an uneasy silence as the soot-covered boys watched from a distance as a noblewoman dismounted from a horse and walked through the ruins that were too difficult for the animals to safely navigate.
The other boys whispered to themselves, trying to identify who it was by naming every noble family they knew. They didn’t even notice that Babis’s face drained of color when he saw who it was. In fact, they were so absorbed in their own predictions that they almost missed the hushed whisper from their comrade, “It’s Princess Evras.”
The closest boy to him, a scrawny thing of ten with dark curls that bounced about when he turned his head said to Babis loud enough for the rest of the group and perhaps the approaching woman to hear, “You’re lying. It’s not her. What would she be doing here?” Babis didn’t even answer the boy’s accusation and just reaffirmed quietly, “It’s her.” The young boy knew the princess rather well, given that she was the mother of the twin’s best friend and they, just like her son Dion, had been subject to the woman’s mothering. Babis would recognize her anywhere including here, in the ruins of what used to be the lower levels. The color drained from his face though at the prospect of her recognizing him. Evras was known for her overprotective nature and there was no way that she would turn a blind eye to one of the other dynasteía boys running about. Nor would she find his messy state amusing. In fact, Babis could already see her marching him back home in order to explain what the younger son had been doing all day. His parents were not very keen on the whole discipline thing, but being brought home by the Princess of the Kingdom? Even they couldn’t let that slide.
The other boys didn’t put up much of a protest as it was clear that Evras was drawing closer and knowing that she was of a higher status than the rest of them, all the children scrambled down the ash pile to the road below so that they all could line up and bow to her as she passed.
Perhaps if Evras was paying attention, she might have recognized the younger Eliades twin right away, even though he was covered in ash. Or perhaps she could have seen how one of the boys seemed to be a bit slower than the others coming down the pile, almost as if he didn’t speak the same silent language that came with the interactions between the upper and lower classes of society. However, she most certainly would have noticed how one of the boys bowed just a bit more deeply than the others and his form was just a bit too perfect to have not have been subjected to the boring hours of etiquette lessons that all members of their circle of society would have been subjected to since they were little. He couldn’t see it but compare to the other boys around him? Babis stood out like a sore thumb despite all their ashy states. All Babis could do at that moment was hope that Evras suddenly lost her vision or that he would be unrecognizable.
Little did he know that the chances of that happening were almost slim to none.
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In the aftermath of the fire, the Eliades children were kept a little bit closer to home. However, as time passed and a sense of security began to fall over the city once again, the restrictions on the boys were lifted, much to the younger twin’s delight. It didn’t take him long to get up to his old antics of sneaking out in search of fun when his brother was too busy with his lessons to pay him anymind.
Wanting to spend his time with other children rather than just wandering about with Vang, Babis decied that the best plan was disguising his noble blood by choosing to wear one of his ripped and dirt stained tunics --an article of clothing he was far from being in short supply in, much to his mother’s chagrin-- Babis had slipped away from the safe walls of the Eliades manor and made his way towards the lower level, fully intent on passing himself off as one of the countless children who called this now decimated part of the city home.
Despite the destruction, children were still children and they would be some of the first to see a silver lining in the disaster that hung over the city. Naturally, they would see the destruction not as a loss, but an opportunity. That much was clear by the fact that by the time Babis reached a ruined part of the city that was near a market, the whole place was teeming with children who were making the best of the situation and were already turning the burnt out shells of nature’s fury into a new playground.
Grinning wildly, Babis picked up the pace to go and join them.
Babis spent the whole day with them, jumping from group to group as he saw fit, eagerly taking part in the games that they all played. Without fail, everything had to do with an exploration of some kind, a clear sign that even the stark truth of this world never being the same had leaked into the world of the most hopeful. Being a natural leader, Babis normally pushed himself into being the leader of these expeditions and whenever one of the local boys got tired of this interloper, he would just move along. However, most of the time, the groups he was with took on a new sense of reckless abandon that disappeared whenever he moved along. Never having dealt with danger before and not having any connection to the ashy ruins, Babis was the first child who dared to scamper up fallen beams and piles of broken stone. It was truly a miracle he didn’t hurt himself in the process, relying on his steady feet to keep himself from falling. However, this didn’t save the boy from an unintended consequence of playing in the remains of a fire.
He was absolutely filthy from head to toe.
His skin was covered in a pale layer of ash with the only color appearing as red little pinpricks of blood from where he had skinned his palms and knees throughout the day. The once brown tunic was also mottled grey and his honey-colored hair almost looked white from the ash. Although Babis himself could not see the sorry state of his appearance, it would not be that far-fetched to believe that not even Marissa would be able to recognize him if he came home without cleaning up first. Hell, maybe even Aras wouldn’t be able to recognize his own mirror image if asked.
However, Babis wasn’t really thinking of this as the hours ticked by and quickly day turned to dusk. One by one, the little groups of rambunctious children petered out until there was only a handful of them left. Babis, of course, was at the center of a group of older boys all pretending that they had just wandered across an set of ancient ruins. According to the fantasy, they were just about to reach the shrine when the uniform sound of multiple horses moving forward brought all the boys, but Babis to a stop. After all, the noise of an approaching retinue of guards was nothing new to him, but once the other boys came to a stop, Babis’s excited shouts also drew into an uneasy silence as the soot-covered boys watched from a distance as a noblewoman dismounted from a horse and walked through the ruins that were too difficult for the animals to safely navigate.
The other boys whispered to themselves, trying to identify who it was by naming every noble family they knew. They didn’t even notice that Babis’s face drained of color when he saw who it was. In fact, they were so absorbed in their own predictions that they almost missed the hushed whisper from their comrade, “It’s Princess Evras.”
The closest boy to him, a scrawny thing of ten with dark curls that bounced about when he turned his head said to Babis loud enough for the rest of the group and perhaps the approaching woman to hear, “You’re lying. It’s not her. What would she be doing here?” Babis didn’t even answer the boy’s accusation and just reaffirmed quietly, “It’s her.” The young boy knew the princess rather well, given that she was the mother of the twin’s best friend and they, just like her son Dion, had been subject to the woman’s mothering. Babis would recognize her anywhere including here, in the ruins of what used to be the lower levels. The color drained from his face though at the prospect of her recognizing him. Evras was known for her overprotective nature and there was no way that she would turn a blind eye to one of the other dynasteía boys running about. Nor would she find his messy state amusing. In fact, Babis could already see her marching him back home in order to explain what the younger son had been doing all day. His parents were not very keen on the whole discipline thing, but being brought home by the Princess of the Kingdom? Even they couldn’t let that slide.
The other boys didn’t put up much of a protest as it was clear that Evras was drawing closer and knowing that she was of a higher status than the rest of them, all the children scrambled down the ash pile to the road below so that they all could line up and bow to her as she passed.
Perhaps if Evras was paying attention, she might have recognized the younger Eliades twin right away, even though he was covered in ash. Or perhaps she could have seen how one of the boys seemed to be a bit slower than the others coming down the pile, almost as if he didn’t speak the same silent language that came with the interactions between the upper and lower classes of society. However, she most certainly would have noticed how one of the boys bowed just a bit more deeply than the others and his form was just a bit too perfect to have not have been subjected to the boring hours of etiquette lessons that all members of their circle of society would have been subjected to since they were little. He couldn’t see it but compare to the other boys around him? Babis stood out like a sore thumb despite all their ashy states. All Babis could do at that moment was hope that Evras suddenly lost her vision or that he would be unrecognizable.
Little did he know that the chances of that happening were almost slim to none.
In the aftermath of the fire, the Eliades children were kept a little bit closer to home. However, as time passed and a sense of security began to fall over the city once again, the restrictions on the boys were lifted, much to the younger twin’s delight. It didn’t take him long to get up to his old antics of sneaking out in search of fun when his brother was too busy with his lessons to pay him anymind.
Wanting to spend his time with other children rather than just wandering about with Vang, Babis decied that the best plan was disguising his noble blood by choosing to wear one of his ripped and dirt stained tunics --an article of clothing he was far from being in short supply in, much to his mother’s chagrin-- Babis had slipped away from the safe walls of the Eliades manor and made his way towards the lower level, fully intent on passing himself off as one of the countless children who called this now decimated part of the city home.
Despite the destruction, children were still children and they would be some of the first to see a silver lining in the disaster that hung over the city. Naturally, they would see the destruction not as a loss, but an opportunity. That much was clear by the fact that by the time Babis reached a ruined part of the city that was near a market, the whole place was teeming with children who were making the best of the situation and were already turning the burnt out shells of nature’s fury into a new playground.
Grinning wildly, Babis picked up the pace to go and join them.
Babis spent the whole day with them, jumping from group to group as he saw fit, eagerly taking part in the games that they all played. Without fail, everything had to do with an exploration of some kind, a clear sign that even the stark truth of this world never being the same had leaked into the world of the most hopeful. Being a natural leader, Babis normally pushed himself into being the leader of these expeditions and whenever one of the local boys got tired of this interloper, he would just move along. However, most of the time, the groups he was with took on a new sense of reckless abandon that disappeared whenever he moved along. Never having dealt with danger before and not having any connection to the ashy ruins, Babis was the first child who dared to scamper up fallen beams and piles of broken stone. It was truly a miracle he didn’t hurt himself in the process, relying on his steady feet to keep himself from falling. However, this didn’t save the boy from an unintended consequence of playing in the remains of a fire.
He was absolutely filthy from head to toe.
His skin was covered in a pale layer of ash with the only color appearing as red little pinpricks of blood from where he had skinned his palms and knees throughout the day. The once brown tunic was also mottled grey and his honey-colored hair almost looked white from the ash. Although Babis himself could not see the sorry state of his appearance, it would not be that far-fetched to believe that not even Marissa would be able to recognize him if he came home without cleaning up first. Hell, maybe even Aras wouldn’t be able to recognize his own mirror image if asked.
However, Babis wasn’t really thinking of this as the hours ticked by and quickly day turned to dusk. One by one, the little groups of rambunctious children petered out until there was only a handful of them left. Babis, of course, was at the center of a group of older boys all pretending that they had just wandered across an set of ancient ruins. According to the fantasy, they were just about to reach the shrine when the uniform sound of multiple horses moving forward brought all the boys, but Babis to a stop. After all, the noise of an approaching retinue of guards was nothing new to him, but once the other boys came to a stop, Babis’s excited shouts also drew into an uneasy silence as the soot-covered boys watched from a distance as a noblewoman dismounted from a horse and walked through the ruins that were too difficult for the animals to safely navigate.
The other boys whispered to themselves, trying to identify who it was by naming every noble family they knew. They didn’t even notice that Babis’s face drained of color when he saw who it was. In fact, they were so absorbed in their own predictions that they almost missed the hushed whisper from their comrade, “It’s Princess Evras.”
The closest boy to him, a scrawny thing of ten with dark curls that bounced about when he turned his head said to Babis loud enough for the rest of the group and perhaps the approaching woman to hear, “You’re lying. It’s not her. What would she be doing here?” Babis didn’t even answer the boy’s accusation and just reaffirmed quietly, “It’s her.” The young boy knew the princess rather well, given that she was the mother of the twin’s best friend and they, just like her son Dion, had been subject to the woman’s mothering. Babis would recognize her anywhere including here, in the ruins of what used to be the lower levels. The color drained from his face though at the prospect of her recognizing him. Evras was known for her overprotective nature and there was no way that she would turn a blind eye to one of the other dynasteía boys running about. Nor would she find his messy state amusing. In fact, Babis could already see her marching him back home in order to explain what the younger son had been doing all day. His parents were not very keen on the whole discipline thing, but being brought home by the Princess of the Kingdom? Even they couldn’t let that slide.
The other boys didn’t put up much of a protest as it was clear that Evras was drawing closer and knowing that she was of a higher status than the rest of them, all the children scrambled down the ash pile to the road below so that they all could line up and bow to her as she passed.
Perhaps if Evras was paying attention, she might have recognized the younger Eliades twin right away, even though he was covered in ash. Or perhaps she could have seen how one of the boys seemed to be a bit slower than the others coming down the pile, almost as if he didn’t speak the same silent language that came with the interactions between the upper and lower classes of society. However, she most certainly would have noticed how one of the boys bowed just a bit more deeply than the others and his form was just a bit too perfect to have not have been subjected to the boring hours of etiquette lessons that all members of their circle of society would have been subjected to since they were little. He couldn’t see it but compare to the other boys around him? Babis stood out like a sore thumb despite all their ashy states. All Babis could do at that moment was hope that Evras suddenly lost her vision or that he would be unrecognizable.
Little did he know that the chances of that happening were almost slim to none.
Obtaining the honey was an easy task, for many merchants would bring them over from their travels to Egypt, and it was those coming from a province called Luxfar, if Evras remembered correctly. From what she's heard, the people of that particular province made hives from mud, and kept bee's for the sole purpose of harvesting their honey,making their harvest pure and best at healing properties. The honey from that particular area was something of a favorite of Evras, for how fragrant it is, which just makes the pasteli she makes turn out delicious.
Knowing Dion would enjoy it, Evras shopped with a smile, yet the deuced fresh sesame seeds was proving harder then usual to find. With the recent storm of Boreas, it had taken longer then usual for farmers to get their crops to Midas, which meant fresh sesame seeds were scarce, and the recent fire in the Lower Levels did not help matters at all.Focused on bringing supplies to help the rebuilding, carting produce over was the least of the people's worries, considering they did not even have shelter over their heads.
As she started towards the area, the princess noted that many vendors were at work at all - the ones that were, usually were desperately trying to make ends meet, for they needed more coin to replace what they had lost after all. Evras conversed with a few, sent instructions to her maids to bring a few necessities over for the really needy ones.
It would seem however, that young children found the rubble and debris from the fire more of a playground then the adults did. As she progressed down the street, her brows raised when Evras saw a row of dusty, dirty young boys with scraped knees and askew chitons lined up, bowing one by one as she passed. Despite a marriage of almost twelve years now, Evras doubted she could ever be used at the status she had as a princess. The position was one she had gained from marriage, and as such, she had been a little stunted in handling it.
In return however, her smile was soft as she paused in front of the boys, bending her knees in a small curtsy in returned. The greeting would suffice, and the dark-haired maiden was just about to turn on her heels and continue on her search for the ingredients she would need to make the snack she wanted for her husband and child (and perhaps for herself as well, for she did get quite hungry these days), something in the corner of her eye made the princess pause, and then turn back again to further scrutinize.
It did not take long, for her to quickly identify one of the boys. She had been trained as a Thanasi-born lady to know the houses of the Dynasteia within her kingdom, information of even greater use ever since she married into the royal house. But even more then that, Evras was sharpin her knowledge of the difference in behavior between royal and commoner actions. And he bowed deeper, moved slower, and greeted in a way far more proper and trained then that given by a regular boy.
So she paused, tilted her head in confusion as she peered closer, before her blue-green eyes flashed in recognition. Apart, she found it difficult to tell which was which, but she knew without a doubt that this was one of the Eliades boys. "Aras? Babis?" she voiced out in surprise. The twins played with her son fairly often, and she had, on more then one occasion, mothered the twins as well when the three had played within the grounds of the Kotas manor. To see one of the two Eliades twins covered in soot and dust, looking like a ragamuffin, had Evras blinking in surprise as she straightened up, and then frowned as she asked. "Do your parents know you're here? And is your brother around?"
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Obtaining the honey was an easy task, for many merchants would bring them over from their travels to Egypt, and it was those coming from a province called Luxfar, if Evras remembered correctly. From what she's heard, the people of that particular province made hives from mud, and kept bee's for the sole purpose of harvesting their honey,making their harvest pure and best at healing properties. The honey from that particular area was something of a favorite of Evras, for how fragrant it is, which just makes the pasteli she makes turn out delicious.
Knowing Dion would enjoy it, Evras shopped with a smile, yet the deuced fresh sesame seeds was proving harder then usual to find. With the recent storm of Boreas, it had taken longer then usual for farmers to get their crops to Midas, which meant fresh sesame seeds were scarce, and the recent fire in the Lower Levels did not help matters at all.Focused on bringing supplies to help the rebuilding, carting produce over was the least of the people's worries, considering they did not even have shelter over their heads.
As she started towards the area, the princess noted that many vendors were at work at all - the ones that were, usually were desperately trying to make ends meet, for they needed more coin to replace what they had lost after all. Evras conversed with a few, sent instructions to her maids to bring a few necessities over for the really needy ones.
It would seem however, that young children found the rubble and debris from the fire more of a playground then the adults did. As she progressed down the street, her brows raised when Evras saw a row of dusty, dirty young boys with scraped knees and askew chitons lined up, bowing one by one as she passed. Despite a marriage of almost twelve years now, Evras doubted she could ever be used at the status she had as a princess. The position was one she had gained from marriage, and as such, she had been a little stunted in handling it.
In return however, her smile was soft as she paused in front of the boys, bending her knees in a small curtsy in returned. The greeting would suffice, and the dark-haired maiden was just about to turn on her heels and continue on her search for the ingredients she would need to make the snack she wanted for her husband and child (and perhaps for herself as well, for she did get quite hungry these days), something in the corner of her eye made the princess pause, and then turn back again to further scrutinize.
It did not take long, for her to quickly identify one of the boys. She had been trained as a Thanasi-born lady to know the houses of the Dynasteia within her kingdom, information of even greater use ever since she married into the royal house. But even more then that, Evras was sharpin her knowledge of the difference in behavior between royal and commoner actions. And he bowed deeper, moved slower, and greeted in a way far more proper and trained then that given by a regular boy.
So she paused, tilted her head in confusion as she peered closer, before her blue-green eyes flashed in recognition. Apart, she found it difficult to tell which was which, but she knew without a doubt that this was one of the Eliades boys. "Aras? Babis?" she voiced out in surprise. The twins played with her son fairly often, and she had, on more then one occasion, mothered the twins as well when the three had played within the grounds of the Kotas manor. To see one of the two Eliades twins covered in soot and dust, looking like a ragamuffin, had Evras blinking in surprise as she straightened up, and then frowned as she asked. "Do your parents know you're here? And is your brother around?"
Obtaining the honey was an easy task, for many merchants would bring them over from their travels to Egypt, and it was those coming from a province called Luxfar, if Evras remembered correctly. From what she's heard, the people of that particular province made hives from mud, and kept bee's for the sole purpose of harvesting their honey,making their harvest pure and best at healing properties. The honey from that particular area was something of a favorite of Evras, for how fragrant it is, which just makes the pasteli she makes turn out delicious.
Knowing Dion would enjoy it, Evras shopped with a smile, yet the deuced fresh sesame seeds was proving harder then usual to find. With the recent storm of Boreas, it had taken longer then usual for farmers to get their crops to Midas, which meant fresh sesame seeds were scarce, and the recent fire in the Lower Levels did not help matters at all.Focused on bringing supplies to help the rebuilding, carting produce over was the least of the people's worries, considering they did not even have shelter over their heads.
As she started towards the area, the princess noted that many vendors were at work at all - the ones that were, usually were desperately trying to make ends meet, for they needed more coin to replace what they had lost after all. Evras conversed with a few, sent instructions to her maids to bring a few necessities over for the really needy ones.
It would seem however, that young children found the rubble and debris from the fire more of a playground then the adults did. As she progressed down the street, her brows raised when Evras saw a row of dusty, dirty young boys with scraped knees and askew chitons lined up, bowing one by one as she passed. Despite a marriage of almost twelve years now, Evras doubted she could ever be used at the status she had as a princess. The position was one she had gained from marriage, and as such, she had been a little stunted in handling it.
In return however, her smile was soft as she paused in front of the boys, bending her knees in a small curtsy in returned. The greeting would suffice, and the dark-haired maiden was just about to turn on her heels and continue on her search for the ingredients she would need to make the snack she wanted for her husband and child (and perhaps for herself as well, for she did get quite hungry these days), something in the corner of her eye made the princess pause, and then turn back again to further scrutinize.
It did not take long, for her to quickly identify one of the boys. She had been trained as a Thanasi-born lady to know the houses of the Dynasteia within her kingdom, information of even greater use ever since she married into the royal house. But even more then that, Evras was sharpin her knowledge of the difference in behavior between royal and commoner actions. And he bowed deeper, moved slower, and greeted in a way far more proper and trained then that given by a regular boy.
So she paused, tilted her head in confusion as she peered closer, before her blue-green eyes flashed in recognition. Apart, she found it difficult to tell which was which, but she knew without a doubt that this was one of the Eliades boys. "Aras? Babis?" she voiced out in surprise. The twins played with her son fairly often, and she had, on more then one occasion, mothered the twins as well when the three had played within the grounds of the Kotas manor. To see one of the two Eliades twins covered in soot and dust, looking like a ragamuffin, had Evras blinking in surprise as she straightened up, and then frowned as she asked. "Do your parents know you're here? And is your brother around?"
Up until this moment, Babis hadn’t really paid attention to how close the vendors had been to the groups of rambunctious children. To him, they had just been background noise that Babis didn’t really care all that much for as he wasn’t carrying any coins in his pocket this time he snuck out of the Eliades household. It did make sense though as to why the children wouldn’t be too far from the market stalls. More than likely, Babis’s new friends were the children of these street vendors. Given the trauma that the city had just been through, it made sense that they would want their little ones to remain close, but strictly out of the way as they worked to recover what they had lost. Babis hadn’t thought of it up until this moment, but once he did, he started mentally hitting himself for being dumb enough to not find somewhere else to explore. That way maybe he could have avoided the situation of being this close to Evras. After all, there was no way either she or his mother were going to take kindly to the little lord being found on his own in the lower levels, covered in a thick layer of grime.
As the princess turned to the group of boys who now lined the street, Babis considered running away somehow. Maybe he could scramble up the piles of ruins and hide among the wooden beams? Or perhaps he could just make a mad dash for it, up to the road out of sight? His calves twitched slightly, already preparing for the athlete’s sprint to anywhere, but here. He couldn’t let Evras see him like this. Babis knew that if she recognized him there was no way she wouldn’t insist on bringing him home where he’d have to explain this to his family. If that happened, he would be in so much trouble. He would end up being grounded… at least. Being grounded meant that he wouldn’t be able to go outside or run around for however long his parents deemed fit.
He could not let that happen.
But it was already too late to run away as Evras was now approaching the boys so that she might greet them. As the princess drew closer, his eyes remained locked on the ground, hoping against hope that the royal wouldn’t recognize him. Now that, he had a bit of a chance with. The twelve-year-old was covered in so much soot that his skin looked grey and his hair looked to be a mottled brown, a shade that was truly revolting due to the unnatural way the grey and brown mixed. He had already taken steps to hide his identity from the other boys by choosing to wear an already damaged tunic that was now absolutely ripped to shreds. At the moment, he was also barefoot as he decided that it was easier to navigate the ruins without the thick leather compromising his grip. The only thing that he could think of giving him away was his eyes. After all, he didn’t look like the little lord that he was. Surely, Evras wouldn’t look at the ragamuffin he had become for the day and see an Eliades in him.
However, he didn’t count on his own behavior giving him away.
When Evras curtsied to them and then moved away a bit, Babis breathed a sigh of relief… which was sharply inhaled again when he noticed that Evras was now looking directly at him. His head ducked back down immediately, trying to avoid her attention. Babis knew that if she figured out who he was, she would bring him straight home and he didn’t want that. His silent prayers for her to believe herself be mistaken went unanswered though as he heard her say his name along with his twin’s who wasn’t here.
He physically winced at the sound of it, knowing full well that he had been caught and his day of romping through the lower levels was over. He should have known better than to think that he could trick her. Babis and his brother were Dion’s closest friends. The boys spent so much time together that each other’s families seemed to be their own; Evras was very much like a second mother to the twins.
So, perhaps it was out of this respect he had for her both in this capacity and the role she held as a princess, the boy didn’t even attempt to lie to her when he muttered in response, “Babis.” He was used to not being able to be identified by those he was close with so the fact that Evras didn’t know which twin he was didn’t bother him too much. Though, a small part of him still thought it should have been obvious who he was given that Aras would never be able to keep with the endless amounts of energy that Babis had.
Whatever though, that was beside the point.
He remained quiet again for a moment as she interrogated him, asking who knew he was here. In truth, no one. He hadn’t told his parents, hadn’t told the guards, hadn’t told his brother. Seven Hades, he hadn’t even brought Vang the Fang along with him. He was on his own out here, which was far beyond a stupid thing for him to do as a member of one of Colchis’s dynestias. That was something he already knew, but he chose to disregard it anyways in favor of him having a chance to play with others his age without all the awkwardness that came with them knowing who he was. It was easier for him to sneak out and all of Colchis practically knew how capable the boys were at doing it. However, he knew that if he was caught, he’d easily end up into heaps of trouble.
But he knew that the answer was plainly obvious so once again he reluctantly muttered to the princess, “No, they aren’t.”
Having admitted who he was and how no one knew that he was out here, he already knew that he was in a troublesome situation as he knew that Evras would not let this slide or turn a blind eye. She was a mother and a princess. She couldn’t do that. However, Babis felt as if he needed to try, so glancing up at her he pleaded with her, “Please don’t tell him I was here. I just wanted to have some fun.”
She didn’t need to tell him that it was too late. Deep down, he already knew that it was, but he didn’t want to admit it all the same.
Oh, he was in so much trouble.
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Up until this moment, Babis hadn’t really paid attention to how close the vendors had been to the groups of rambunctious children. To him, they had just been background noise that Babis didn’t really care all that much for as he wasn’t carrying any coins in his pocket this time he snuck out of the Eliades household. It did make sense though as to why the children wouldn’t be too far from the market stalls. More than likely, Babis’s new friends were the children of these street vendors. Given the trauma that the city had just been through, it made sense that they would want their little ones to remain close, but strictly out of the way as they worked to recover what they had lost. Babis hadn’t thought of it up until this moment, but once he did, he started mentally hitting himself for being dumb enough to not find somewhere else to explore. That way maybe he could have avoided the situation of being this close to Evras. After all, there was no way either she or his mother were going to take kindly to the little lord being found on his own in the lower levels, covered in a thick layer of grime.
As the princess turned to the group of boys who now lined the street, Babis considered running away somehow. Maybe he could scramble up the piles of ruins and hide among the wooden beams? Or perhaps he could just make a mad dash for it, up to the road out of sight? His calves twitched slightly, already preparing for the athlete’s sprint to anywhere, but here. He couldn’t let Evras see him like this. Babis knew that if she recognized him there was no way she wouldn’t insist on bringing him home where he’d have to explain this to his family. If that happened, he would be in so much trouble. He would end up being grounded… at least. Being grounded meant that he wouldn’t be able to go outside or run around for however long his parents deemed fit.
He could not let that happen.
But it was already too late to run away as Evras was now approaching the boys so that she might greet them. As the princess drew closer, his eyes remained locked on the ground, hoping against hope that the royal wouldn’t recognize him. Now that, he had a bit of a chance with. The twelve-year-old was covered in so much soot that his skin looked grey and his hair looked to be a mottled brown, a shade that was truly revolting due to the unnatural way the grey and brown mixed. He had already taken steps to hide his identity from the other boys by choosing to wear an already damaged tunic that was now absolutely ripped to shreds. At the moment, he was also barefoot as he decided that it was easier to navigate the ruins without the thick leather compromising his grip. The only thing that he could think of giving him away was his eyes. After all, he didn’t look like the little lord that he was. Surely, Evras wouldn’t look at the ragamuffin he had become for the day and see an Eliades in him.
However, he didn’t count on his own behavior giving him away.
When Evras curtsied to them and then moved away a bit, Babis breathed a sigh of relief… which was sharply inhaled again when he noticed that Evras was now looking directly at him. His head ducked back down immediately, trying to avoid her attention. Babis knew that if she figured out who he was, she would bring him straight home and he didn’t want that. His silent prayers for her to believe herself be mistaken went unanswered though as he heard her say his name along with his twin’s who wasn’t here.
He physically winced at the sound of it, knowing full well that he had been caught and his day of romping through the lower levels was over. He should have known better than to think that he could trick her. Babis and his brother were Dion’s closest friends. The boys spent so much time together that each other’s families seemed to be their own; Evras was very much like a second mother to the twins.
So, perhaps it was out of this respect he had for her both in this capacity and the role she held as a princess, the boy didn’t even attempt to lie to her when he muttered in response, “Babis.” He was used to not being able to be identified by those he was close with so the fact that Evras didn’t know which twin he was didn’t bother him too much. Though, a small part of him still thought it should have been obvious who he was given that Aras would never be able to keep with the endless amounts of energy that Babis had.
Whatever though, that was beside the point.
He remained quiet again for a moment as she interrogated him, asking who knew he was here. In truth, no one. He hadn’t told his parents, hadn’t told the guards, hadn’t told his brother. Seven Hades, he hadn’t even brought Vang the Fang along with him. He was on his own out here, which was far beyond a stupid thing for him to do as a member of one of Colchis’s dynestias. That was something he already knew, but he chose to disregard it anyways in favor of him having a chance to play with others his age without all the awkwardness that came with them knowing who he was. It was easier for him to sneak out and all of Colchis practically knew how capable the boys were at doing it. However, he knew that if he was caught, he’d easily end up into heaps of trouble.
But he knew that the answer was plainly obvious so once again he reluctantly muttered to the princess, “No, they aren’t.”
Having admitted who he was and how no one knew that he was out here, he already knew that he was in a troublesome situation as he knew that Evras would not let this slide or turn a blind eye. She was a mother and a princess. She couldn’t do that. However, Babis felt as if he needed to try, so glancing up at her he pleaded with her, “Please don’t tell him I was here. I just wanted to have some fun.”
She didn’t need to tell him that it was too late. Deep down, he already knew that it was, but he didn’t want to admit it all the same.
Oh, he was in so much trouble.
Up until this moment, Babis hadn’t really paid attention to how close the vendors had been to the groups of rambunctious children. To him, they had just been background noise that Babis didn’t really care all that much for as he wasn’t carrying any coins in his pocket this time he snuck out of the Eliades household. It did make sense though as to why the children wouldn’t be too far from the market stalls. More than likely, Babis’s new friends were the children of these street vendors. Given the trauma that the city had just been through, it made sense that they would want their little ones to remain close, but strictly out of the way as they worked to recover what they had lost. Babis hadn’t thought of it up until this moment, but once he did, he started mentally hitting himself for being dumb enough to not find somewhere else to explore. That way maybe he could have avoided the situation of being this close to Evras. After all, there was no way either she or his mother were going to take kindly to the little lord being found on his own in the lower levels, covered in a thick layer of grime.
As the princess turned to the group of boys who now lined the street, Babis considered running away somehow. Maybe he could scramble up the piles of ruins and hide among the wooden beams? Or perhaps he could just make a mad dash for it, up to the road out of sight? His calves twitched slightly, already preparing for the athlete’s sprint to anywhere, but here. He couldn’t let Evras see him like this. Babis knew that if she recognized him there was no way she wouldn’t insist on bringing him home where he’d have to explain this to his family. If that happened, he would be in so much trouble. He would end up being grounded… at least. Being grounded meant that he wouldn’t be able to go outside or run around for however long his parents deemed fit.
He could not let that happen.
But it was already too late to run away as Evras was now approaching the boys so that she might greet them. As the princess drew closer, his eyes remained locked on the ground, hoping against hope that the royal wouldn’t recognize him. Now that, he had a bit of a chance with. The twelve-year-old was covered in so much soot that his skin looked grey and his hair looked to be a mottled brown, a shade that was truly revolting due to the unnatural way the grey and brown mixed. He had already taken steps to hide his identity from the other boys by choosing to wear an already damaged tunic that was now absolutely ripped to shreds. At the moment, he was also barefoot as he decided that it was easier to navigate the ruins without the thick leather compromising his grip. The only thing that he could think of giving him away was his eyes. After all, he didn’t look like the little lord that he was. Surely, Evras wouldn’t look at the ragamuffin he had become for the day and see an Eliades in him.
However, he didn’t count on his own behavior giving him away.
When Evras curtsied to them and then moved away a bit, Babis breathed a sigh of relief… which was sharply inhaled again when he noticed that Evras was now looking directly at him. His head ducked back down immediately, trying to avoid her attention. Babis knew that if she figured out who he was, she would bring him straight home and he didn’t want that. His silent prayers for her to believe herself be mistaken went unanswered though as he heard her say his name along with his twin’s who wasn’t here.
He physically winced at the sound of it, knowing full well that he had been caught and his day of romping through the lower levels was over. He should have known better than to think that he could trick her. Babis and his brother were Dion’s closest friends. The boys spent so much time together that each other’s families seemed to be their own; Evras was very much like a second mother to the twins.
So, perhaps it was out of this respect he had for her both in this capacity and the role she held as a princess, the boy didn’t even attempt to lie to her when he muttered in response, “Babis.” He was used to not being able to be identified by those he was close with so the fact that Evras didn’t know which twin he was didn’t bother him too much. Though, a small part of him still thought it should have been obvious who he was given that Aras would never be able to keep with the endless amounts of energy that Babis had.
Whatever though, that was beside the point.
He remained quiet again for a moment as she interrogated him, asking who knew he was here. In truth, no one. He hadn’t told his parents, hadn’t told the guards, hadn’t told his brother. Seven Hades, he hadn’t even brought Vang the Fang along with him. He was on his own out here, which was far beyond a stupid thing for him to do as a member of one of Colchis’s dynestias. That was something he already knew, but he chose to disregard it anyways in favor of him having a chance to play with others his age without all the awkwardness that came with them knowing who he was. It was easier for him to sneak out and all of Colchis practically knew how capable the boys were at doing it. However, he knew that if he was caught, he’d easily end up into heaps of trouble.
But he knew that the answer was plainly obvious so once again he reluctantly muttered to the princess, “No, they aren’t.”
Having admitted who he was and how no one knew that he was out here, he already knew that he was in a troublesome situation as he knew that Evras would not let this slide or turn a blind eye. She was a mother and a princess. She couldn’t do that. However, Babis felt as if he needed to try, so glancing up at her he pleaded with her, “Please don’t tell him I was here. I just wanted to have some fun.”
She didn’t need to tell him that it was too late. Deep down, he already knew that it was, but he didn’t want to admit it all the same.
Oh, he was in so much trouble.
If she had not been a little bit more attentive, used as she was in being trained to note down every last detail ever since she was elevated to the status of princess due to her marriage, Evras might have missed the little detailed that signified Babis's distinct position higher then the other boys he played with. The boy was covered in so much soot and dust, she doubted his own mother would recognize him, and the princess couldn't help but frown when he confirmed which of the two Eliades twins he was.
For a moment, the princess couldn't help but be curious, because Aras was rarely found without his brother. But then again, it was largely known that out of the two twins, it was the younger of the two that seemed to have inherited the atheltic skills, while Aras was the quieter of the two. That being said, Evras somehow was not surprised that it all translated to him being the more impulsive of the two. Had he really thought that coming to play in the Lower Levels with no protection and no one knowing where he was, had been a good idea? Evras could only imagine how his parents must feel at this point. Dion would always have a guard and an assistant with him, more still if he chose to venture alone to the Lower Levels, which was a rare occasion. At the age he was, there was no reason for Dion to be wandering about alone.
Her brows knitted further when Babis further confirmed her suspicions that no one had followed him. His pleads did nothing to allay her need to inform her parents - but she could not do it at right this minute. Instead, Evras turned to the maids who had came with her, and gave strict instructions on the wares she had intended to get. She could not, on her conscience, continue on her tasks when she had an Eliades lord on her hands, one who now looked more like a street urchin then the nobility that he was.
"Your fun should not come at the expense of your safety, Babis, I thought you should know that by now." Evras gently scolded, as her maid finally set off, and she turned her blue-green gaze back at the boy again. Looking up to see the rest of the commonfolk children awkwardly shuffling around, Evras flicked a wrist to dismiss the rest of them, and then turned to squat down in front of Babis.
Using the back of her sleeve, she wiped away some of the soot covering his face and hair, coughing a little when she breathed some of it in, before using her fingers on his chin to turn him this way and that, checking if anything else was amiss. There would be hell to pay if she returned him in anything less then a whole piece.
"Did you not think of your position when you thought of your fun, little Lord Babis of Eliades?" she reminded, intentionally using his full name and position to remind him of his status in life and in Midas. Straightening up again, she held out a hand at the young teen. "Are you ready to return home, then?"
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If she had not been a little bit more attentive, used as she was in being trained to note down every last detail ever since she was elevated to the status of princess due to her marriage, Evras might have missed the little detailed that signified Babis's distinct position higher then the other boys he played with. The boy was covered in so much soot and dust, she doubted his own mother would recognize him, and the princess couldn't help but frown when he confirmed which of the two Eliades twins he was.
For a moment, the princess couldn't help but be curious, because Aras was rarely found without his brother. But then again, it was largely known that out of the two twins, it was the younger of the two that seemed to have inherited the atheltic skills, while Aras was the quieter of the two. That being said, Evras somehow was not surprised that it all translated to him being the more impulsive of the two. Had he really thought that coming to play in the Lower Levels with no protection and no one knowing where he was, had been a good idea? Evras could only imagine how his parents must feel at this point. Dion would always have a guard and an assistant with him, more still if he chose to venture alone to the Lower Levels, which was a rare occasion. At the age he was, there was no reason for Dion to be wandering about alone.
Her brows knitted further when Babis further confirmed her suspicions that no one had followed him. His pleads did nothing to allay her need to inform her parents - but she could not do it at right this minute. Instead, Evras turned to the maids who had came with her, and gave strict instructions on the wares she had intended to get. She could not, on her conscience, continue on her tasks when she had an Eliades lord on her hands, one who now looked more like a street urchin then the nobility that he was.
"Your fun should not come at the expense of your safety, Babis, I thought you should know that by now." Evras gently scolded, as her maid finally set off, and she turned her blue-green gaze back at the boy again. Looking up to see the rest of the commonfolk children awkwardly shuffling around, Evras flicked a wrist to dismiss the rest of them, and then turned to squat down in front of Babis.
Using the back of her sleeve, she wiped away some of the soot covering his face and hair, coughing a little when she breathed some of it in, before using her fingers on his chin to turn him this way and that, checking if anything else was amiss. There would be hell to pay if she returned him in anything less then a whole piece.
"Did you not think of your position when you thought of your fun, little Lord Babis of Eliades?" she reminded, intentionally using his full name and position to remind him of his status in life and in Midas. Straightening up again, she held out a hand at the young teen. "Are you ready to return home, then?"
If she had not been a little bit more attentive, used as she was in being trained to note down every last detail ever since she was elevated to the status of princess due to her marriage, Evras might have missed the little detailed that signified Babis's distinct position higher then the other boys he played with. The boy was covered in so much soot and dust, she doubted his own mother would recognize him, and the princess couldn't help but frown when he confirmed which of the two Eliades twins he was.
For a moment, the princess couldn't help but be curious, because Aras was rarely found without his brother. But then again, it was largely known that out of the two twins, it was the younger of the two that seemed to have inherited the atheltic skills, while Aras was the quieter of the two. That being said, Evras somehow was not surprised that it all translated to him being the more impulsive of the two. Had he really thought that coming to play in the Lower Levels with no protection and no one knowing where he was, had been a good idea? Evras could only imagine how his parents must feel at this point. Dion would always have a guard and an assistant with him, more still if he chose to venture alone to the Lower Levels, which was a rare occasion. At the age he was, there was no reason for Dion to be wandering about alone.
Her brows knitted further when Babis further confirmed her suspicions that no one had followed him. His pleads did nothing to allay her need to inform her parents - but she could not do it at right this minute. Instead, Evras turned to the maids who had came with her, and gave strict instructions on the wares she had intended to get. She could not, on her conscience, continue on her tasks when she had an Eliades lord on her hands, one who now looked more like a street urchin then the nobility that he was.
"Your fun should not come at the expense of your safety, Babis, I thought you should know that by now." Evras gently scolded, as her maid finally set off, and she turned her blue-green gaze back at the boy again. Looking up to see the rest of the commonfolk children awkwardly shuffling around, Evras flicked a wrist to dismiss the rest of them, and then turned to squat down in front of Babis.
Using the back of her sleeve, she wiped away some of the soot covering his face and hair, coughing a little when she breathed some of it in, before using her fingers on his chin to turn him this way and that, checking if anything else was amiss. There would be hell to pay if she returned him in anything less then a whole piece.
"Did you not think of your position when you thought of your fun, little Lord Babis of Eliades?" she reminded, intentionally using his full name and position to remind him of his status in life and in Midas. Straightening up again, she held out a hand at the young teen. "Are you ready to return home, then?"
It was true, Babis usually didn’t go anywhere without his mirror image. However, it wasn’t like the Eliades lord had much of a choice in that matter. Aras was now spending far more time with their older relatives, leaving poor Babis behind as he didn’t excel in the same ways that his brother did. This change alone was forcing the boys to spend more time apart from one another. Babis couldn’t say for sure, but surely this change must have been easier for his brother who was constantly surrounded by their father and grandfather so it really wasn’t like he was left alone… not in the way that Babis was. Just a year ago, his days were filled with the wild antics that was brought on by Aras, Dion, and himself. Now seemingly overnight, Babis was left on his own for most of the day.
In truth, he didn’t know how to handle the change. It was so different from everything he had ever known as he had never been alone like this before. He wasn’t a child who thrived in solitude. He needed an audience to laugh at the trouble he stirred up. He needed others by his side to cheer him on as he ran faster, climbed higher, jumped farther than he had before. It just wasn’t the same without his brother and friend.
So, yes it was stupid for him to go down to the lower levels, but could Evras really blame him for trying to find some new companions while the ones he grew up with were being prepared for things that he would never do?
“But I didn’t get hurt.” Babis said indignantly, completely oblivious to the fact that the princess was not referencing his choice of activity, “I’ve been here all day and I haven’t even got a splinter… or burned my feet… or fell from some beam…” He was rambling at this point, rattling off all the various ways the children’s impromptu playground could have hurt the boy. In an odd sort of way, he was somewhat offended by the insinuation that he could have injured himself, especially given that a lot of his pride stemmed from his prowess as an athlete. Babis was the most sure-footed out of the infamous trio and as far as he was concerned, there was no way he could ever hurt himself.
However, he wasn’t considering what Evras was really thinking of; others hurting him.
Even though he was a child and was naturally sheltered from the horrors that had occurred in Taengea, he was still vaguely aware of what happened. The Creed killed their king. The Creed killed their prince. The Creed wanted to kill all the royalty. That much everyone, even the youngest members of society knew. Babis was no exception, but he didn’t really grasp the danger that came with this… or better yet the danger that this group’s reemergence put him in. Out of all the Colchian nobles and royals; Babis and his twin had the most to fear from this group. Through their mother’s Condos blood, the boys had a place in the line of succession. Granted, it was highly unlikely that either lad would ever become the king of a land that they had only visited a few times, but that wouldn’t matter to a member of the Creed if they were to come to the rocky outcrop. They were Taengean royals all the same. Any member of that faction would not hesitate to kill a young lord who was stupid enough to wander away from home without any sort of protection. In fact, some of them might consider it an easy hit if anything. It was almost incredulous that Babis couldn’t seem to understand how much danger he was in by just being him. Plus, there was always the possibility of some disgruntled commoner recognizing him as Evras had done. The Gods only knew what would happen to poor Babis if that were to happen.
It was stupid, foolish, and reckless for him to come here with no guard and no way of his family being able to know where to look if something did happen. Evras was right, he should have known better. As stubbornly defiant as he was over the fact that he wasn’t hurt, he was forced to confront this fact as a silence settled over the pair as Evras set about cleaning him up somewhat. A sense of guilt washed over him, clearly evident in his refusal to look directly at his friend’s mother as she inspected him, ensuring that he wasn’t hiding any injuries.
“I’m fine.” He muttered, desperately wishing that Evras would stop fretting over him as it made him feel guilty over what could have happened. Even before she questioned him again, Babis was bouncing on the balls of his feet and glancing over her shoulder, trying to find a route of escape. He didn’t want to be here right now. He didn’t want Evras to march him home where Grandma Ria would be mad over what he had done and his father might decide that it was time to cut down that tree that the boys used to escape over the high garden wall, meant to keep them penned in. He knew that if he came home covered in soot like this, he would get into serious trouble… especially if it was Evras brought him home. He wanted to run. If Babis was going to get out of this unscathed, he needed to scamper to the ocean or the hot spring and get the grime out of his hair and then sneak back in. Then his family would be none the wiser as to how the boy had spent his day. But he could only do that if he ran off, quite literally. As a mother, Evras might be able to recognize that look in the boy’s eyes and what the sudden surge of restlessness within him meant.
However, he was brought to a bit of a standstill when Evras used his full name when she scolded him again. He quietly gulped, knowing full well that whenever his title was used, it was serious. Not even his own family used his title when he was in trouble. Once again the urge to run bubbled up within him, but with the sheer amount of guards and maids the princess had… it was nearly impossible, even for a master of sneaking away like him.
“I just wanted to have some fun.” He quietly said, glancing down again as his cheeks burned from the embarrassment of being caught. Without thinking, he also added, “It’s not fair. I don’t want to be stuck in some stupid library all day. It’s boring.” If Evras wanted him to consider his rank in Midas, this was probably was as close as she was going to get. He didn’t think of his life in terms of Lords and Ladies. He thought of it as his family being scholars and how he didn’t exactly fit that mold. Babis didn’t care for the politics that came with how he decided to spend his time. Nor did it matter to him how he was expected to swallow his pride and suffer through book after book as that’s what his family was known for. He was just a kid, after all, the bigger picture of his worth was something that eluded him still.
That much he made clear to Evras, if she caught his grumbled statement under his breath that is, “It not like it matters anyway. I’m not the heir.” Although this defiant uttering of his wasn’t meant to be rude towards the Princess, instead it was a glimpse into the boy’s frustrations about being held to a standard he didn’t understand why he needed to be held to. It was true. Aras was the heir and he wasn’t. So, why did everyone think it was so horrible that he didn’t want to spend his days conforming himself to the family’s standard? He wasn’t the one who needed it anyway and he never would as far as he was concerned. Not while Aras was around.
However, that really wasn’t something that was up for debate, just like Evras’s question for him. Babis wanted to say no. He wanted to run and hide until the princess left so he could handle this himself and keep trouble away for another day. However, he knew that he couldn’t. The Eliades boy had made his bed, now it was time to lie in it.
So, without another word of protest and a long moment of hesitation on his part, the boy begrudgingly took the women’s hand, fully aware that the amount of trouble he was now in was only going to grow once they left the ashy remains of the city behind for the comfort of the upper levels.
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It was true, Babis usually didn’t go anywhere without his mirror image. However, it wasn’t like the Eliades lord had much of a choice in that matter. Aras was now spending far more time with their older relatives, leaving poor Babis behind as he didn’t excel in the same ways that his brother did. This change alone was forcing the boys to spend more time apart from one another. Babis couldn’t say for sure, but surely this change must have been easier for his brother who was constantly surrounded by their father and grandfather so it really wasn’t like he was left alone… not in the way that Babis was. Just a year ago, his days were filled with the wild antics that was brought on by Aras, Dion, and himself. Now seemingly overnight, Babis was left on his own for most of the day.
In truth, he didn’t know how to handle the change. It was so different from everything he had ever known as he had never been alone like this before. He wasn’t a child who thrived in solitude. He needed an audience to laugh at the trouble he stirred up. He needed others by his side to cheer him on as he ran faster, climbed higher, jumped farther than he had before. It just wasn’t the same without his brother and friend.
So, yes it was stupid for him to go down to the lower levels, but could Evras really blame him for trying to find some new companions while the ones he grew up with were being prepared for things that he would never do?
“But I didn’t get hurt.” Babis said indignantly, completely oblivious to the fact that the princess was not referencing his choice of activity, “I’ve been here all day and I haven’t even got a splinter… or burned my feet… or fell from some beam…” He was rambling at this point, rattling off all the various ways the children’s impromptu playground could have hurt the boy. In an odd sort of way, he was somewhat offended by the insinuation that he could have injured himself, especially given that a lot of his pride stemmed from his prowess as an athlete. Babis was the most sure-footed out of the infamous trio and as far as he was concerned, there was no way he could ever hurt himself.
However, he wasn’t considering what Evras was really thinking of; others hurting him.
Even though he was a child and was naturally sheltered from the horrors that had occurred in Taengea, he was still vaguely aware of what happened. The Creed killed their king. The Creed killed their prince. The Creed wanted to kill all the royalty. That much everyone, even the youngest members of society knew. Babis was no exception, but he didn’t really grasp the danger that came with this… or better yet the danger that this group’s reemergence put him in. Out of all the Colchian nobles and royals; Babis and his twin had the most to fear from this group. Through their mother’s Condos blood, the boys had a place in the line of succession. Granted, it was highly unlikely that either lad would ever become the king of a land that they had only visited a few times, but that wouldn’t matter to a member of the Creed if they were to come to the rocky outcrop. They were Taengean royals all the same. Any member of that faction would not hesitate to kill a young lord who was stupid enough to wander away from home without any sort of protection. In fact, some of them might consider it an easy hit if anything. It was almost incredulous that Babis couldn’t seem to understand how much danger he was in by just being him. Plus, there was always the possibility of some disgruntled commoner recognizing him as Evras had done. The Gods only knew what would happen to poor Babis if that were to happen.
It was stupid, foolish, and reckless for him to come here with no guard and no way of his family being able to know where to look if something did happen. Evras was right, he should have known better. As stubbornly defiant as he was over the fact that he wasn’t hurt, he was forced to confront this fact as a silence settled over the pair as Evras set about cleaning him up somewhat. A sense of guilt washed over him, clearly evident in his refusal to look directly at his friend’s mother as she inspected him, ensuring that he wasn’t hiding any injuries.
“I’m fine.” He muttered, desperately wishing that Evras would stop fretting over him as it made him feel guilty over what could have happened. Even before she questioned him again, Babis was bouncing on the balls of his feet and glancing over her shoulder, trying to find a route of escape. He didn’t want to be here right now. He didn’t want Evras to march him home where Grandma Ria would be mad over what he had done and his father might decide that it was time to cut down that tree that the boys used to escape over the high garden wall, meant to keep them penned in. He knew that if he came home covered in soot like this, he would get into serious trouble… especially if it was Evras brought him home. He wanted to run. If Babis was going to get out of this unscathed, he needed to scamper to the ocean or the hot spring and get the grime out of his hair and then sneak back in. Then his family would be none the wiser as to how the boy had spent his day. But he could only do that if he ran off, quite literally. As a mother, Evras might be able to recognize that look in the boy’s eyes and what the sudden surge of restlessness within him meant.
However, he was brought to a bit of a standstill when Evras used his full name when she scolded him again. He quietly gulped, knowing full well that whenever his title was used, it was serious. Not even his own family used his title when he was in trouble. Once again the urge to run bubbled up within him, but with the sheer amount of guards and maids the princess had… it was nearly impossible, even for a master of sneaking away like him.
“I just wanted to have some fun.” He quietly said, glancing down again as his cheeks burned from the embarrassment of being caught. Without thinking, he also added, “It’s not fair. I don’t want to be stuck in some stupid library all day. It’s boring.” If Evras wanted him to consider his rank in Midas, this was probably was as close as she was going to get. He didn’t think of his life in terms of Lords and Ladies. He thought of it as his family being scholars and how he didn’t exactly fit that mold. Babis didn’t care for the politics that came with how he decided to spend his time. Nor did it matter to him how he was expected to swallow his pride and suffer through book after book as that’s what his family was known for. He was just a kid, after all, the bigger picture of his worth was something that eluded him still.
That much he made clear to Evras, if she caught his grumbled statement under his breath that is, “It not like it matters anyway. I’m not the heir.” Although this defiant uttering of his wasn’t meant to be rude towards the Princess, instead it was a glimpse into the boy’s frustrations about being held to a standard he didn’t understand why he needed to be held to. It was true. Aras was the heir and he wasn’t. So, why did everyone think it was so horrible that he didn’t want to spend his days conforming himself to the family’s standard? He wasn’t the one who needed it anyway and he never would as far as he was concerned. Not while Aras was around.
However, that really wasn’t something that was up for debate, just like Evras’s question for him. Babis wanted to say no. He wanted to run and hide until the princess left so he could handle this himself and keep trouble away for another day. However, he knew that he couldn’t. The Eliades boy had made his bed, now it was time to lie in it.
So, without another word of protest and a long moment of hesitation on his part, the boy begrudgingly took the women’s hand, fully aware that the amount of trouble he was now in was only going to grow once they left the ashy remains of the city behind for the comfort of the upper levels.
It was true, Babis usually didn’t go anywhere without his mirror image. However, it wasn’t like the Eliades lord had much of a choice in that matter. Aras was now spending far more time with their older relatives, leaving poor Babis behind as he didn’t excel in the same ways that his brother did. This change alone was forcing the boys to spend more time apart from one another. Babis couldn’t say for sure, but surely this change must have been easier for his brother who was constantly surrounded by their father and grandfather so it really wasn’t like he was left alone… not in the way that Babis was. Just a year ago, his days were filled with the wild antics that was brought on by Aras, Dion, and himself. Now seemingly overnight, Babis was left on his own for most of the day.
In truth, he didn’t know how to handle the change. It was so different from everything he had ever known as he had never been alone like this before. He wasn’t a child who thrived in solitude. He needed an audience to laugh at the trouble he stirred up. He needed others by his side to cheer him on as he ran faster, climbed higher, jumped farther than he had before. It just wasn’t the same without his brother and friend.
So, yes it was stupid for him to go down to the lower levels, but could Evras really blame him for trying to find some new companions while the ones he grew up with were being prepared for things that he would never do?
“But I didn’t get hurt.” Babis said indignantly, completely oblivious to the fact that the princess was not referencing his choice of activity, “I’ve been here all day and I haven’t even got a splinter… or burned my feet… or fell from some beam…” He was rambling at this point, rattling off all the various ways the children’s impromptu playground could have hurt the boy. In an odd sort of way, he was somewhat offended by the insinuation that he could have injured himself, especially given that a lot of his pride stemmed from his prowess as an athlete. Babis was the most sure-footed out of the infamous trio and as far as he was concerned, there was no way he could ever hurt himself.
However, he wasn’t considering what Evras was really thinking of; others hurting him.
Even though he was a child and was naturally sheltered from the horrors that had occurred in Taengea, he was still vaguely aware of what happened. The Creed killed their king. The Creed killed their prince. The Creed wanted to kill all the royalty. That much everyone, even the youngest members of society knew. Babis was no exception, but he didn’t really grasp the danger that came with this… or better yet the danger that this group’s reemergence put him in. Out of all the Colchian nobles and royals; Babis and his twin had the most to fear from this group. Through their mother’s Condos blood, the boys had a place in the line of succession. Granted, it was highly unlikely that either lad would ever become the king of a land that they had only visited a few times, but that wouldn’t matter to a member of the Creed if they were to come to the rocky outcrop. They were Taengean royals all the same. Any member of that faction would not hesitate to kill a young lord who was stupid enough to wander away from home without any sort of protection. In fact, some of them might consider it an easy hit if anything. It was almost incredulous that Babis couldn’t seem to understand how much danger he was in by just being him. Plus, there was always the possibility of some disgruntled commoner recognizing him as Evras had done. The Gods only knew what would happen to poor Babis if that were to happen.
It was stupid, foolish, and reckless for him to come here with no guard and no way of his family being able to know where to look if something did happen. Evras was right, he should have known better. As stubbornly defiant as he was over the fact that he wasn’t hurt, he was forced to confront this fact as a silence settled over the pair as Evras set about cleaning him up somewhat. A sense of guilt washed over him, clearly evident in his refusal to look directly at his friend’s mother as she inspected him, ensuring that he wasn’t hiding any injuries.
“I’m fine.” He muttered, desperately wishing that Evras would stop fretting over him as it made him feel guilty over what could have happened. Even before she questioned him again, Babis was bouncing on the balls of his feet and glancing over her shoulder, trying to find a route of escape. He didn’t want to be here right now. He didn’t want Evras to march him home where Grandma Ria would be mad over what he had done and his father might decide that it was time to cut down that tree that the boys used to escape over the high garden wall, meant to keep them penned in. He knew that if he came home covered in soot like this, he would get into serious trouble… especially if it was Evras brought him home. He wanted to run. If Babis was going to get out of this unscathed, he needed to scamper to the ocean or the hot spring and get the grime out of his hair and then sneak back in. Then his family would be none the wiser as to how the boy had spent his day. But he could only do that if he ran off, quite literally. As a mother, Evras might be able to recognize that look in the boy’s eyes and what the sudden surge of restlessness within him meant.
However, he was brought to a bit of a standstill when Evras used his full name when she scolded him again. He quietly gulped, knowing full well that whenever his title was used, it was serious. Not even his own family used his title when he was in trouble. Once again the urge to run bubbled up within him, but with the sheer amount of guards and maids the princess had… it was nearly impossible, even for a master of sneaking away like him.
“I just wanted to have some fun.” He quietly said, glancing down again as his cheeks burned from the embarrassment of being caught. Without thinking, he also added, “It’s not fair. I don’t want to be stuck in some stupid library all day. It’s boring.” If Evras wanted him to consider his rank in Midas, this was probably was as close as she was going to get. He didn’t think of his life in terms of Lords and Ladies. He thought of it as his family being scholars and how he didn’t exactly fit that mold. Babis didn’t care for the politics that came with how he decided to spend his time. Nor did it matter to him how he was expected to swallow his pride and suffer through book after book as that’s what his family was known for. He was just a kid, after all, the bigger picture of his worth was something that eluded him still.
That much he made clear to Evras, if she caught his grumbled statement under his breath that is, “It not like it matters anyway. I’m not the heir.” Although this defiant uttering of his wasn’t meant to be rude towards the Princess, instead it was a glimpse into the boy’s frustrations about being held to a standard he didn’t understand why he needed to be held to. It was true. Aras was the heir and he wasn’t. So, why did everyone think it was so horrible that he didn’t want to spend his days conforming himself to the family’s standard? He wasn’t the one who needed it anyway and he never would as far as he was concerned. Not while Aras was around.
However, that really wasn’t something that was up for debate, just like Evras’s question for him. Babis wanted to say no. He wanted to run and hide until the princess left so he could handle this himself and keep trouble away for another day. However, he knew that he couldn’t. The Eliades boy had made his bed, now it was time to lie in it.
So, without another word of protest and a long moment of hesitation on his part, the boy begrudgingly took the women’s hand, fully aware that the amount of trouble he was now in was only going to grow once they left the ashy remains of the city behind for the comfort of the upper levels.
The twelve year old still had no perception of danger, of that Evras was clear. She's seen enough in her own son, although Dion was a lot more cautious then the Eliades twins of course. Since he was a child, he's had it hammered into him that while he was to hang out with the children in the royal houses, his rank far outstripped theirs, and was therefore the reason why he needed to pay extra attention to what he did, say, or act. Still, Evras tried to give him as normal of an upbringing as she could.
Letting Babis finish his desperate attempt to save himself, Evras had crossed her arms over her chest whilst he rambled, until he finally came to a stop. Should he look up, he would see Evras with a raised brow look, a silent question asking him if he was done. Because really, he should know what he should, could and couldn't do as a lord of the Eliades house, heir or no heir.
"The fact that you are fine now does not negate the fact that you are alone with no protection whatsoever. I would have to answer to your parents if I left you knowingly unprotected." she reminded, as gently as she could whilst still trying to be firm. That was the final bit of her firmness however, for after, Evras bent down and offered Babis a little smile, her version of an apology for having to take him away from his fun. "I know you don't want to be stuck indoors all day, but the least you could do is tell someone where you are. How would we answer to your parents, and to your brother, if anything happened to you?"
It wasn't a question the princess expected an answer to, really. Only meant for Babis to think and brood over what he has done, to see if he understood the consequences of his actions to others. At their young age, the only one at the center of their universe was themselves, a fact that was very understandable. Yet at the same time, Evras could not, in her own conscience, allow them to grow up with that same sentiment, and as such hoped for Dion as much as she hoped for the Eliades twins, that they would grow up to be just, fair lords of their own people, and not just royals strutting around for their own importance.
When the young child slipped his hand into her offered one, Evras smiled, and squeezed his a little tighter, a warm but silent offering before leading him back to her waiting carriage. "It isn't who you have to grow up to be, Babis. It is who you want to be in the future." The last part was a soft murmur to him, the only indication that Evras had heard his muttered statement. When she returned the young twin to his House, she would try and soften the feelings of his parents, perhaps even offer to bring the twins out with her own son one day. While she felt bad to a certain extent, she understood what Babis was going through, not unlike the lessons she had to learn when she transitioned from being a Thanasi born lady to the wife of a prince. She commiserated with the young boy...but sometimes the strength of duty was stronger then the wishes of the heart.
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The twelve year old still had no perception of danger, of that Evras was clear. She's seen enough in her own son, although Dion was a lot more cautious then the Eliades twins of course. Since he was a child, he's had it hammered into him that while he was to hang out with the children in the royal houses, his rank far outstripped theirs, and was therefore the reason why he needed to pay extra attention to what he did, say, or act. Still, Evras tried to give him as normal of an upbringing as she could.
Letting Babis finish his desperate attempt to save himself, Evras had crossed her arms over her chest whilst he rambled, until he finally came to a stop. Should he look up, he would see Evras with a raised brow look, a silent question asking him if he was done. Because really, he should know what he should, could and couldn't do as a lord of the Eliades house, heir or no heir.
"The fact that you are fine now does not negate the fact that you are alone with no protection whatsoever. I would have to answer to your parents if I left you knowingly unprotected." she reminded, as gently as she could whilst still trying to be firm. That was the final bit of her firmness however, for after, Evras bent down and offered Babis a little smile, her version of an apology for having to take him away from his fun. "I know you don't want to be stuck indoors all day, but the least you could do is tell someone where you are. How would we answer to your parents, and to your brother, if anything happened to you?"
It wasn't a question the princess expected an answer to, really. Only meant for Babis to think and brood over what he has done, to see if he understood the consequences of his actions to others. At their young age, the only one at the center of their universe was themselves, a fact that was very understandable. Yet at the same time, Evras could not, in her own conscience, allow them to grow up with that same sentiment, and as such hoped for Dion as much as she hoped for the Eliades twins, that they would grow up to be just, fair lords of their own people, and not just royals strutting around for their own importance.
When the young child slipped his hand into her offered one, Evras smiled, and squeezed his a little tighter, a warm but silent offering before leading him back to her waiting carriage. "It isn't who you have to grow up to be, Babis. It is who you want to be in the future." The last part was a soft murmur to him, the only indication that Evras had heard his muttered statement. When she returned the young twin to his House, she would try and soften the feelings of his parents, perhaps even offer to bring the twins out with her own son one day. While she felt bad to a certain extent, she understood what Babis was going through, not unlike the lessons she had to learn when she transitioned from being a Thanasi born lady to the wife of a prince. She commiserated with the young boy...but sometimes the strength of duty was stronger then the wishes of the heart.
The twelve year old still had no perception of danger, of that Evras was clear. She's seen enough in her own son, although Dion was a lot more cautious then the Eliades twins of course. Since he was a child, he's had it hammered into him that while he was to hang out with the children in the royal houses, his rank far outstripped theirs, and was therefore the reason why he needed to pay extra attention to what he did, say, or act. Still, Evras tried to give him as normal of an upbringing as she could.
Letting Babis finish his desperate attempt to save himself, Evras had crossed her arms over her chest whilst he rambled, until he finally came to a stop. Should he look up, he would see Evras with a raised brow look, a silent question asking him if he was done. Because really, he should know what he should, could and couldn't do as a lord of the Eliades house, heir or no heir.
"The fact that you are fine now does not negate the fact that you are alone with no protection whatsoever. I would have to answer to your parents if I left you knowingly unprotected." she reminded, as gently as she could whilst still trying to be firm. That was the final bit of her firmness however, for after, Evras bent down and offered Babis a little smile, her version of an apology for having to take him away from his fun. "I know you don't want to be stuck indoors all day, but the least you could do is tell someone where you are. How would we answer to your parents, and to your brother, if anything happened to you?"
It wasn't a question the princess expected an answer to, really. Only meant for Babis to think and brood over what he has done, to see if he understood the consequences of his actions to others. At their young age, the only one at the center of their universe was themselves, a fact that was very understandable. Yet at the same time, Evras could not, in her own conscience, allow them to grow up with that same sentiment, and as such hoped for Dion as much as she hoped for the Eliades twins, that they would grow up to be just, fair lords of their own people, and not just royals strutting around for their own importance.
When the young child slipped his hand into her offered one, Evras smiled, and squeezed his a little tighter, a warm but silent offering before leading him back to her waiting carriage. "It isn't who you have to grow up to be, Babis. It is who you want to be in the future." The last part was a soft murmur to him, the only indication that Evras had heard his muttered statement. When she returned the young twin to his House, she would try and soften the feelings of his parents, perhaps even offer to bring the twins out with her own son one day. While she felt bad to a certain extent, she understood what Babis was going through, not unlike the lessons she had to learn when she transitioned from being a Thanasi born lady to the wife of a prince. She commiserated with the young boy...but sometimes the strength of duty was stronger then the wishes of the heart.
At the core of it, Babis was just simply a child who rarely, if ever, heard the word “ no” from his family. There were rarely consequences for his actions as his family was far more keen on using instances of bad behavior as lessons rather than jumping right to the more straight-laced discipline methods that other Colchians were used to. Although it was normally done in good faith, this way of handling issues did absolutely nothing to correct Babis’s behavior. There was nothing at stake if he misbehaved. It was almost routine if he was caught acting out of line; he would be lectured for an hour and sent on his merry way to do the same thing. That was partially why he was so brazen in his choice to play in the wreckage of a burnt city with no sort of guard. If a member of the Eliades family caught him, there wouldn’t be any sort of punishment.
But the fact that it was Evras that caught him that changed everything.
After all, not only was she a princess, but she was an overprotective mother in her own right. Babis knew from the moment he had recognized the younger twin that she would not simply let him wander home on his accord. Evras would not settle for anything less than bringing him directly home and explaining to his parents directly where their son had been. He would have to stand there deeply ashamed and covered in grime with no way to worm out of the mess that he had created. His parents would be embarrassed as well and for once there would have to be a punishment as Evras had to get involved. They couldn’t let it slide. Babis knew it to be a fact and it wouldn’t have surprised him if Evras did as well.
The young boy knew he needed to downplay the situation and the only way the twelve-year-old could think of doing that was sticking to the only defense he had thus far. “ But I wasn’t hurt. You don’t have to tell them. Please,” Babis pleaded with a slight whine to his voice, “ They don’t have to know. I swear I’ll never leave without Vang again.” Although, he was trying his hardest to convince the princess to not tell Marissa and Photis; it was likely falling on deaf ears. Especially as his promised form of protection, the twin’s loyal hound, probably didn’t appear to be as safe to her as a retinue of guards would be.
For a moment, though, he thought that it might be working as Evras lost the firm tone to her voice and tried an emotional appeal to get the boy to see how he had misbehaved. It didn’t work all that well though as Babis blurted out as soon as she was finished, “ But nothing happened, just like I knew it would. Why would I tell someone when they’ll just try to stop me?” He couldn’t even see the irony in his statement as this was most likely the point that Evras was trying to make. As a mother, she would want to keep the boy out of danger. She would want someone to say no to him and keep him from sneaking out as he had done.
But she didn’t understand how miserable he would be if that were to happen.
She may not have known it, but being kept at home was quickly becoming an isolating experience for Babis. His brother was always in the library and now Dion was busy with his lessons. That left Babis on his own which was awful as he was a little social butterfly. He needed an audience for his antics. Plus it didn’t hurt that any babysitter who knew about his reputation would keep him from doing anything physical. No running, jumping, climbing, etc. The boy didn’t recognize it himself, but he needed to sneak out to find the fun he was used to but was losing as the trio was quickly growing up. Everything he did was to have some hold on what was normal to him.
It never crossed his mind that what he did could have a consequence on others. Evras’s words would have little effect on changing this though as he wasn’t emotionally mature enough yet to weigh factors like that. He wouldn’t be able to truly understand that for quite a while either. Not while he still believed himself immune to the dangers that Evras knew the world contained and he didn’t.
He looked up at her with a quizzical expression on his face when she tried to reassure him that he had a choice in who he grew up to be. To him, he didn’t seem to have much of a choice in the matter. Not while he was the spare for his family and he was expected to grow into his role of a lord. What he wanted was to stay by his brother’s side and Dion’s too, but even at the young age of twelve, duties and birthrights were taking that from him. This reality was scary enough for Babis that he couldn’t even consider any other future career for himself. Not when he was so laser-focused on the here and now.
He made that much clear when he whispered his response to what she had said, “ I just want things to be the same.” It was barely audible and more to himself than Evras, but it was the truth.
What did it matter if he was a Lord or a Soldier or a Gambler when he was older if he didn’t have his partner in crime by his side?
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At the core of it, Babis was just simply a child who rarely, if ever, heard the word “ no” from his family. There were rarely consequences for his actions as his family was far more keen on using instances of bad behavior as lessons rather than jumping right to the more straight-laced discipline methods that other Colchians were used to. Although it was normally done in good faith, this way of handling issues did absolutely nothing to correct Babis’s behavior. There was nothing at stake if he misbehaved. It was almost routine if he was caught acting out of line; he would be lectured for an hour and sent on his merry way to do the same thing. That was partially why he was so brazen in his choice to play in the wreckage of a burnt city with no sort of guard. If a member of the Eliades family caught him, there wouldn’t be any sort of punishment.
But the fact that it was Evras that caught him that changed everything.
After all, not only was she a princess, but she was an overprotective mother in her own right. Babis knew from the moment he had recognized the younger twin that she would not simply let him wander home on his accord. Evras would not settle for anything less than bringing him directly home and explaining to his parents directly where their son had been. He would have to stand there deeply ashamed and covered in grime with no way to worm out of the mess that he had created. His parents would be embarrassed as well and for once there would have to be a punishment as Evras had to get involved. They couldn’t let it slide. Babis knew it to be a fact and it wouldn’t have surprised him if Evras did as well.
The young boy knew he needed to downplay the situation and the only way the twelve-year-old could think of doing that was sticking to the only defense he had thus far. “ But I wasn’t hurt. You don’t have to tell them. Please,” Babis pleaded with a slight whine to his voice, “ They don’t have to know. I swear I’ll never leave without Vang again.” Although, he was trying his hardest to convince the princess to not tell Marissa and Photis; it was likely falling on deaf ears. Especially as his promised form of protection, the twin’s loyal hound, probably didn’t appear to be as safe to her as a retinue of guards would be.
For a moment, though, he thought that it might be working as Evras lost the firm tone to her voice and tried an emotional appeal to get the boy to see how he had misbehaved. It didn’t work all that well though as Babis blurted out as soon as she was finished, “ But nothing happened, just like I knew it would. Why would I tell someone when they’ll just try to stop me?” He couldn’t even see the irony in his statement as this was most likely the point that Evras was trying to make. As a mother, she would want to keep the boy out of danger. She would want someone to say no to him and keep him from sneaking out as he had done.
But she didn’t understand how miserable he would be if that were to happen.
She may not have known it, but being kept at home was quickly becoming an isolating experience for Babis. His brother was always in the library and now Dion was busy with his lessons. That left Babis on his own which was awful as he was a little social butterfly. He needed an audience for his antics. Plus it didn’t hurt that any babysitter who knew about his reputation would keep him from doing anything physical. No running, jumping, climbing, etc. The boy didn’t recognize it himself, but he needed to sneak out to find the fun he was used to but was losing as the trio was quickly growing up. Everything he did was to have some hold on what was normal to him.
It never crossed his mind that what he did could have a consequence on others. Evras’s words would have little effect on changing this though as he wasn’t emotionally mature enough yet to weigh factors like that. He wouldn’t be able to truly understand that for quite a while either. Not while he still believed himself immune to the dangers that Evras knew the world contained and he didn’t.
He looked up at her with a quizzical expression on his face when she tried to reassure him that he had a choice in who he grew up to be. To him, he didn’t seem to have much of a choice in the matter. Not while he was the spare for his family and he was expected to grow into his role of a lord. What he wanted was to stay by his brother’s side and Dion’s too, but even at the young age of twelve, duties and birthrights were taking that from him. This reality was scary enough for Babis that he couldn’t even consider any other future career for himself. Not when he was so laser-focused on the here and now.
He made that much clear when he whispered his response to what she had said, “ I just want things to be the same.” It was barely audible and more to himself than Evras, but it was the truth.
What did it matter if he was a Lord or a Soldier or a Gambler when he was older if he didn’t have his partner in crime by his side?
At the core of it, Babis was just simply a child who rarely, if ever, heard the word “ no” from his family. There were rarely consequences for his actions as his family was far more keen on using instances of bad behavior as lessons rather than jumping right to the more straight-laced discipline methods that other Colchians were used to. Although it was normally done in good faith, this way of handling issues did absolutely nothing to correct Babis’s behavior. There was nothing at stake if he misbehaved. It was almost routine if he was caught acting out of line; he would be lectured for an hour and sent on his merry way to do the same thing. That was partially why he was so brazen in his choice to play in the wreckage of a burnt city with no sort of guard. If a member of the Eliades family caught him, there wouldn’t be any sort of punishment.
But the fact that it was Evras that caught him that changed everything.
After all, not only was she a princess, but she was an overprotective mother in her own right. Babis knew from the moment he had recognized the younger twin that she would not simply let him wander home on his accord. Evras would not settle for anything less than bringing him directly home and explaining to his parents directly where their son had been. He would have to stand there deeply ashamed and covered in grime with no way to worm out of the mess that he had created. His parents would be embarrassed as well and for once there would have to be a punishment as Evras had to get involved. They couldn’t let it slide. Babis knew it to be a fact and it wouldn’t have surprised him if Evras did as well.
The young boy knew he needed to downplay the situation and the only way the twelve-year-old could think of doing that was sticking to the only defense he had thus far. “ But I wasn’t hurt. You don’t have to tell them. Please,” Babis pleaded with a slight whine to his voice, “ They don’t have to know. I swear I’ll never leave without Vang again.” Although, he was trying his hardest to convince the princess to not tell Marissa and Photis; it was likely falling on deaf ears. Especially as his promised form of protection, the twin’s loyal hound, probably didn’t appear to be as safe to her as a retinue of guards would be.
For a moment, though, he thought that it might be working as Evras lost the firm tone to her voice and tried an emotional appeal to get the boy to see how he had misbehaved. It didn’t work all that well though as Babis blurted out as soon as she was finished, “ But nothing happened, just like I knew it would. Why would I tell someone when they’ll just try to stop me?” He couldn’t even see the irony in his statement as this was most likely the point that Evras was trying to make. As a mother, she would want to keep the boy out of danger. She would want someone to say no to him and keep him from sneaking out as he had done.
But she didn’t understand how miserable he would be if that were to happen.
She may not have known it, but being kept at home was quickly becoming an isolating experience for Babis. His brother was always in the library and now Dion was busy with his lessons. That left Babis on his own which was awful as he was a little social butterfly. He needed an audience for his antics. Plus it didn’t hurt that any babysitter who knew about his reputation would keep him from doing anything physical. No running, jumping, climbing, etc. The boy didn’t recognize it himself, but he needed to sneak out to find the fun he was used to but was losing as the trio was quickly growing up. Everything he did was to have some hold on what was normal to him.
It never crossed his mind that what he did could have a consequence on others. Evras’s words would have little effect on changing this though as he wasn’t emotionally mature enough yet to weigh factors like that. He wouldn’t be able to truly understand that for quite a while either. Not while he still believed himself immune to the dangers that Evras knew the world contained and he didn’t.
He looked up at her with a quizzical expression on his face when she tried to reassure him that he had a choice in who he grew up to be. To him, he didn’t seem to have much of a choice in the matter. Not while he was the spare for his family and he was expected to grow into his role of a lord. What he wanted was to stay by his brother’s side and Dion’s too, but even at the young age of twelve, duties and birthrights were taking that from him. This reality was scary enough for Babis that he couldn’t even consider any other future career for himself. Not when he was so laser-focused on the here and now.
He made that much clear when he whispered his response to what she had said, “ I just want things to be the same.” It was barely audible and more to himself than Evras, but it was the truth.
What did it matter if he was a Lord or a Soldier or a Gambler when he was older if he didn’t have his partner in crime by his side?
Unlike many other parents, Evras did not see a need for strict disciplining, and was often found to let Dion learn and play at his own pace. Of course, that method was often frowned upon, especially when he had high achieveing uncles, and a family who asked for the skies and the moon of a young boy. It was why Evras spent too long trying to protect Dion from the expectations of others. She occasionally wondered if there would be a point she had to stop... but at the same time, Evras would figure that out when that time came.
However, allowing them their freedom did not mean allowing them the chance to likely severely injure themselves. Her blue-green eyes glanced down at the twelve-year old as he tried to squirm his way out of this, and she shook her head. His words would not fly with her. "It isn't just the fact that nothing happened - which you should be thankful to the Gods for. It is the fact that you didn't bother telling anyone where you were going. You need to understand the consequences your actions could have on others, Babis." she murmured in a gentle, yet somewhat firm and reprimanding tone.
"How could they know where to find you if something were to happen? You're no longer five, it is time to start being accountable to your actions." Of course, Evras would not understand Babis's increasing loneliness when both Dion and his brother were now needed for other matters. Dion especially, was beginning to have his schedule fill up as his father arranged for lessons for his son, which meant it was likely her son would rarely see his friends soon.
That thought brought a flash of forlorn mournfulness in Evras, for it was yet another sign that Dion was growing up now, seemingly too fast for her liking. But she had no control over the pace of time.
Arriving at the carriage, she caught only the tail end, last words of Babis's murmured sigh, but chose to not address it, especially when she did not know the full extent of his matters, and that which went on within the Eliades house. For now, her only duty was to ensure the young lord was delivered back to his parents.
Ushering him in the carriage, the doors closed with a click as Evras directed the driver to bring them to the Elideas manor in Midas, intending to do just as she said regardless of what the twelve year old protested.
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Unlike many other parents, Evras did not see a need for strict disciplining, and was often found to let Dion learn and play at his own pace. Of course, that method was often frowned upon, especially when he had high achieveing uncles, and a family who asked for the skies and the moon of a young boy. It was why Evras spent too long trying to protect Dion from the expectations of others. She occasionally wondered if there would be a point she had to stop... but at the same time, Evras would figure that out when that time came.
However, allowing them their freedom did not mean allowing them the chance to likely severely injure themselves. Her blue-green eyes glanced down at the twelve-year old as he tried to squirm his way out of this, and she shook her head. His words would not fly with her. "It isn't just the fact that nothing happened - which you should be thankful to the Gods for. It is the fact that you didn't bother telling anyone where you were going. You need to understand the consequences your actions could have on others, Babis." she murmured in a gentle, yet somewhat firm and reprimanding tone.
"How could they know where to find you if something were to happen? You're no longer five, it is time to start being accountable to your actions." Of course, Evras would not understand Babis's increasing loneliness when both Dion and his brother were now needed for other matters. Dion especially, was beginning to have his schedule fill up as his father arranged for lessons for his son, which meant it was likely her son would rarely see his friends soon.
That thought brought a flash of forlorn mournfulness in Evras, for it was yet another sign that Dion was growing up now, seemingly too fast for her liking. But she had no control over the pace of time.
Arriving at the carriage, she caught only the tail end, last words of Babis's murmured sigh, but chose to not address it, especially when she did not know the full extent of his matters, and that which went on within the Eliades house. For now, her only duty was to ensure the young lord was delivered back to his parents.
Ushering him in the carriage, the doors closed with a click as Evras directed the driver to bring them to the Elideas manor in Midas, intending to do just as she said regardless of what the twelve year old protested.
Unlike many other parents, Evras did not see a need for strict disciplining, and was often found to let Dion learn and play at his own pace. Of course, that method was often frowned upon, especially when he had high achieveing uncles, and a family who asked for the skies and the moon of a young boy. It was why Evras spent too long trying to protect Dion from the expectations of others. She occasionally wondered if there would be a point she had to stop... but at the same time, Evras would figure that out when that time came.
However, allowing them their freedom did not mean allowing them the chance to likely severely injure themselves. Her blue-green eyes glanced down at the twelve-year old as he tried to squirm his way out of this, and she shook her head. His words would not fly with her. "It isn't just the fact that nothing happened - which you should be thankful to the Gods for. It is the fact that you didn't bother telling anyone where you were going. You need to understand the consequences your actions could have on others, Babis." she murmured in a gentle, yet somewhat firm and reprimanding tone.
"How could they know where to find you if something were to happen? You're no longer five, it is time to start being accountable to your actions." Of course, Evras would not understand Babis's increasing loneliness when both Dion and his brother were now needed for other matters. Dion especially, was beginning to have his schedule fill up as his father arranged for lessons for his son, which meant it was likely her son would rarely see his friends soon.
That thought brought a flash of forlorn mournfulness in Evras, for it was yet another sign that Dion was growing up now, seemingly too fast for her liking. But she had no control over the pace of time.
Arriving at the carriage, she caught only the tail end, last words of Babis's murmured sigh, but chose to not address it, especially when she did not know the full extent of his matters, and that which went on within the Eliades house. For now, her only duty was to ensure the young lord was delivered back to his parents.
Ushering him in the carriage, the doors closed with a click as Evras directed the driver to bring them to the Elideas manor in Midas, intending to do just as she said regardless of what the twelve year old protested.