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In all of the time Anastasia of the Siren's Song had spent within the Kingdom of Taengea, the University of the Arts called to her. Unbearable was the desire to attend, to hone her voice with the addition of instrumental learning so as to be a bard of more versatile interests. Always, Anastasia relied on her voice to pull those into the snare of her stories, the soft lull and loft rise of her sing-song tunes were capable of great things. But, all she knew how to play were the panpipes, a laughably basic tool that was implemented to call people to her presence more so than to truly entertain them. It wasn't that Anastasia ever suffered for her lack of musical knowledge, but she had the ardent hope that growing her repertoire would slowly allow her to wean herself away from the need to steal.
You enjoy stealing, though, was the dark voice in her head, the tones that whirled in her tone, the seductress within Anastasia that compelled her to thieve and pilfer. And she knew it to be true. She not only enjoyed it, but she was skilled in it, too. Ever since she'd passed the crucible that was her instruction at the hands of Damocles of Magnamea, she'd become a powerful woman in her own right. She wore a plain chiton, tied at the waist, Rather than the somewhat ostentatious affairs she was privileged to pilfer away and wear at her leisure, she chose for discretion. While she'd had the lingering fantasy of entering the university, it wasn't until this day that she decided enough was enough.
She'd tried to apply the normal way, but her lacking status and her unwillingness to show off the fortunes she'd compiled had her blatantly refused. By the look of me? Or the name I gave myself? What is it that they want from their applicants? she seethed internally, her fists balled. In her satchel she'd brought a dress and had worn it during her application process, but nonetheless, she was refused. Resolved to get into the university one way or the other, Ana returned home to fetch a different one, and then she allowed herself a walk about the perimeter of the grounds.
If I can't earn my way in, I'll break in. Gods be damned that my entry be refused by elitist assholes, she seethed, her chest rising and falling with angered breaths before she resolved to calm herself down. Anastasia found her centre, a soft chuckle escaping her lips before she found a section of perimeter isolated from the eyes of watchful guard. The wall was high, but there was no one around. Anastasia shifted her weight from the balls of her feet to her heels, rising forward and back as she made her body limber. She stretched her arms next, tilting her head back until her weight fell backwards into a craned position with her abdomen up to the sky. Satisfied after a time, she rose to an upright position and quickly cracked her knuckles.
Ana took to a running start, gaining momentum before she flung herself at the wall. Her knees bent as she leaped into the air, catching her hands on a ledge layer of stone before she hoisted her weight upwards. She sought ledge after ledge, her abdomen burning with the effort of pulling herself higher and higher until her efforts bore fruit and she found herself positioned atop the wall with a drop ahead of her. She turned her body, her legs thrown over the wall and into the grounds before she turned herself about. Her abdomen propped against the wall, she let her weight fall and caught herself with her hands before the slow descent into the grounds was met with equal success.
However, the effort had rendered Anastasia' plain clothes a mess. Regardless, keeping them on would denote her ignoble status, and she resolved to steal herself into a corner. Little by little, Anastasia disrobed, keeping her eyes about for strange, prying eyes before the chiton fell from her body in a messy pool at her feet. In her efforts to make haste, she pilfered into her satchel, intent upon drawing a jet-black chiton from within. Confident that she was alone, the woman took her time, wanting to get every detail in her ensemble right so that she blended in to her surroundings.
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In all of the time Anastasia of the Siren's Song had spent within the Kingdom of Taengea, the University of the Arts called to her. Unbearable was the desire to attend, to hone her voice with the addition of instrumental learning so as to be a bard of more versatile interests. Always, Anastasia relied on her voice to pull those into the snare of her stories, the soft lull and loft rise of her sing-song tunes were capable of great things. But, all she knew how to play were the panpipes, a laughably basic tool that was implemented to call people to her presence more so than to truly entertain them. It wasn't that Anastasia ever suffered for her lack of musical knowledge, but she had the ardent hope that growing her repertoire would slowly allow her to wean herself away from the need to steal.
You enjoy stealing, though, was the dark voice in her head, the tones that whirled in her tone, the seductress within Anastasia that compelled her to thieve and pilfer. And she knew it to be true. She not only enjoyed it, but she was skilled in it, too. Ever since she'd passed the crucible that was her instruction at the hands of Damocles of Magnamea, she'd become a powerful woman in her own right. She wore a plain chiton, tied at the waist, Rather than the somewhat ostentatious affairs she was privileged to pilfer away and wear at her leisure, she chose for discretion. While she'd had the lingering fantasy of entering the university, it wasn't until this day that she decided enough was enough.
She'd tried to apply the normal way, but her lacking status and her unwillingness to show off the fortunes she'd compiled had her blatantly refused. By the look of me? Or the name I gave myself? What is it that they want from their applicants? she seethed internally, her fists balled. In her satchel she'd brought a dress and had worn it during her application process, but nonetheless, she was refused. Resolved to get into the university one way or the other, Ana returned home to fetch a different one, and then she allowed herself a walk about the perimeter of the grounds.
If I can't earn my way in, I'll break in. Gods be damned that my entry be refused by elitist assholes, she seethed, her chest rising and falling with angered breaths before she resolved to calm herself down. Anastasia found her centre, a soft chuckle escaping her lips before she found a section of perimeter isolated from the eyes of watchful guard. The wall was high, but there was no one around. Anastasia shifted her weight from the balls of her feet to her heels, rising forward and back as she made her body limber. She stretched her arms next, tilting her head back until her weight fell backwards into a craned position with her abdomen up to the sky. Satisfied after a time, she rose to an upright position and quickly cracked her knuckles.
Ana took to a running start, gaining momentum before she flung herself at the wall. Her knees bent as she leaped into the air, catching her hands on a ledge layer of stone before she hoisted her weight upwards. She sought ledge after ledge, her abdomen burning with the effort of pulling herself higher and higher until her efforts bore fruit and she found herself positioned atop the wall with a drop ahead of her. She turned her body, her legs thrown over the wall and into the grounds before she turned herself about. Her abdomen propped against the wall, she let her weight fall and caught herself with her hands before the slow descent into the grounds was met with equal success.
However, the effort had rendered Anastasia' plain clothes a mess. Regardless, keeping them on would denote her ignoble status, and she resolved to steal herself into a corner. Little by little, Anastasia disrobed, keeping her eyes about for strange, prying eyes before the chiton fell from her body in a messy pool at her feet. In her efforts to make haste, she pilfered into her satchel, intent upon drawing a jet-black chiton from within. Confident that she was alone, the woman took her time, wanting to get every detail in her ensemble right so that she blended in to her surroundings.
In all of the time Anastasia of the Siren's Song had spent within the Kingdom of Taengea, the University of the Arts called to her. Unbearable was the desire to attend, to hone her voice with the addition of instrumental learning so as to be a bard of more versatile interests. Always, Anastasia relied on her voice to pull those into the snare of her stories, the soft lull and loft rise of her sing-song tunes were capable of great things. But, all she knew how to play were the panpipes, a laughably basic tool that was implemented to call people to her presence more so than to truly entertain them. It wasn't that Anastasia ever suffered for her lack of musical knowledge, but she had the ardent hope that growing her repertoire would slowly allow her to wean herself away from the need to steal.
You enjoy stealing, though, was the dark voice in her head, the tones that whirled in her tone, the seductress within Anastasia that compelled her to thieve and pilfer. And she knew it to be true. She not only enjoyed it, but she was skilled in it, too. Ever since she'd passed the crucible that was her instruction at the hands of Damocles of Magnamea, she'd become a powerful woman in her own right. She wore a plain chiton, tied at the waist, Rather than the somewhat ostentatious affairs she was privileged to pilfer away and wear at her leisure, she chose for discretion. While she'd had the lingering fantasy of entering the university, it wasn't until this day that she decided enough was enough.
She'd tried to apply the normal way, but her lacking status and her unwillingness to show off the fortunes she'd compiled had her blatantly refused. By the look of me? Or the name I gave myself? What is it that they want from their applicants? she seethed internally, her fists balled. In her satchel she'd brought a dress and had worn it during her application process, but nonetheless, she was refused. Resolved to get into the university one way or the other, Ana returned home to fetch a different one, and then she allowed herself a walk about the perimeter of the grounds.
If I can't earn my way in, I'll break in. Gods be damned that my entry be refused by elitist assholes, she seethed, her chest rising and falling with angered breaths before she resolved to calm herself down. Anastasia found her centre, a soft chuckle escaping her lips before she found a section of perimeter isolated from the eyes of watchful guard. The wall was high, but there was no one around. Anastasia shifted her weight from the balls of her feet to her heels, rising forward and back as she made her body limber. She stretched her arms next, tilting her head back until her weight fell backwards into a craned position with her abdomen up to the sky. Satisfied after a time, she rose to an upright position and quickly cracked her knuckles.
Ana took to a running start, gaining momentum before she flung herself at the wall. Her knees bent as she leaped into the air, catching her hands on a ledge layer of stone before she hoisted her weight upwards. She sought ledge after ledge, her abdomen burning with the effort of pulling herself higher and higher until her efforts bore fruit and she found herself positioned atop the wall with a drop ahead of her. She turned her body, her legs thrown over the wall and into the grounds before she turned herself about. Her abdomen propped against the wall, she let her weight fall and caught herself with her hands before the slow descent into the grounds was met with equal success.
However, the effort had rendered Anastasia' plain clothes a mess. Regardless, keeping them on would denote her ignoble status, and she resolved to steal herself into a corner. Little by little, Anastasia disrobed, keeping her eyes about for strange, prying eyes before the chiton fell from her body in a messy pool at her feet. In her efforts to make haste, she pilfered into her satchel, intent upon drawing a jet-black chiton from within. Confident that she was alone, the woman took her time, wanting to get every detail in her ensemble right so that she blended in to her surroundings.
Eventually. There was so much hope pinned on such a word. Eventually, he’d realized what he had missed out on. Eventually, he’d be sorry. Eventually, he would win her back. Eventually, they’d be happy. Eventually, her heart would heal. Eventually. She closed her eyes, letting her head drift back against the tree near the wall as she took a moment to collect her thoughts and march into the University of the Arts and force herself to better herself. She really just wanted to escape back to the stables and cry her heart out and lose herself in a gallop across the rolling Taengean plains. Evangelina of Leventi was not one of the blessed Leventis. Her only real talent was with horses, and she wasn’t entirely sure if it was actually something unique to her or if it was something in her blood.
The deep brown chiton she wore hid the horsehair that clung to it. Her dark hair was pinned up and away from her face and the satchel next to her held a half-eaten apple for Altair and her paintbrushes that Imma had helped her pick out a few weeks earlier, swearing anyone could paint with the right tools. Opening her large dark eyes, she glanced longingly at the wall. It was all that stood between her and being somewhere far less miserable. But the word, eventually, hung in her thoughts. Eventually, she wouldn’t be so miserable here… she just had to stick it out long enough to get better.
That seemed to be a common theme in her life, learning to endure until the dark sky filled with the light of stars. It wasn’t something she was bitter about, she’d long since just accepted that it simply was part of being a Leventi. Some were born great and some had to achieve greatness. She was most definitely of that second group. The dark chestnut tendril that fell down over her cheek she focused on it and blew it away and settled back against the tree to ponder all the wonderful things that would happen eventually.
Thump.
That was a rather odd noise. For an instant, she wondered if she’d imagined it. That was until she heard rustling about, someone was digging into their satchel. She’d just looked no one was around her so why would she be hearing that now? Peeking around the side of the tree, she stared. Her large doe eyes blinked and her lips fell open just a little. There was a woman standing there and disrobing herself, right there in the middle of nowhere… For all the Gods to see, and anyone else who might have stumbled upon her.
“What are you doing?!” Her usually throaty voice squeaked out in surprise before she could quietly disappear. “You can’t do that here… Oh, Hade’s balls! Someone will see you .” It was completely slipped her mind that someone had seen the young woman. She had. Quickly darting a look around, she didn’t see anyone else but that didn’t mean that there weren’t other people lurking. Vasiliadon might seem safe, especially at the university but there were shadows everywhere for people to hide in.
Jumping to her feet, she motioned for the woman at least to come to the tree. Her lips pursed, she was pretty good with faces and this was one she wasn’t familiar with. Tilting her head, she glanced at the wall. Surely the woman had not come from the other side of it? Catching her lip between her teeth, she narrowed her eyes. It was the only solution she could reasonably come up with. “Did you…” Evangelina slid her eyes and nodded slightly at the wall, “How did you?”
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Eventually. There was so much hope pinned on such a word. Eventually, he’d realized what he had missed out on. Eventually, he’d be sorry. Eventually, he would win her back. Eventually, they’d be happy. Eventually, her heart would heal. Eventually. She closed her eyes, letting her head drift back against the tree near the wall as she took a moment to collect her thoughts and march into the University of the Arts and force herself to better herself. She really just wanted to escape back to the stables and cry her heart out and lose herself in a gallop across the rolling Taengean plains. Evangelina of Leventi was not one of the blessed Leventis. Her only real talent was with horses, and she wasn’t entirely sure if it was actually something unique to her or if it was something in her blood.
The deep brown chiton she wore hid the horsehair that clung to it. Her dark hair was pinned up and away from her face and the satchel next to her held a half-eaten apple for Altair and her paintbrushes that Imma had helped her pick out a few weeks earlier, swearing anyone could paint with the right tools. Opening her large dark eyes, she glanced longingly at the wall. It was all that stood between her and being somewhere far less miserable. But the word, eventually, hung in her thoughts. Eventually, she wouldn’t be so miserable here… she just had to stick it out long enough to get better.
That seemed to be a common theme in her life, learning to endure until the dark sky filled with the light of stars. It wasn’t something she was bitter about, she’d long since just accepted that it simply was part of being a Leventi. Some were born great and some had to achieve greatness. She was most definitely of that second group. The dark chestnut tendril that fell down over her cheek she focused on it and blew it away and settled back against the tree to ponder all the wonderful things that would happen eventually.
Thump.
That was a rather odd noise. For an instant, she wondered if she’d imagined it. That was until she heard rustling about, someone was digging into their satchel. She’d just looked no one was around her so why would she be hearing that now? Peeking around the side of the tree, she stared. Her large doe eyes blinked and her lips fell open just a little. There was a woman standing there and disrobing herself, right there in the middle of nowhere… For all the Gods to see, and anyone else who might have stumbled upon her.
“What are you doing?!” Her usually throaty voice squeaked out in surprise before she could quietly disappear. “You can’t do that here… Oh, Hade’s balls! Someone will see you .” It was completely slipped her mind that someone had seen the young woman. She had. Quickly darting a look around, she didn’t see anyone else but that didn’t mean that there weren’t other people lurking. Vasiliadon might seem safe, especially at the university but there were shadows everywhere for people to hide in.
Jumping to her feet, she motioned for the woman at least to come to the tree. Her lips pursed, she was pretty good with faces and this was one she wasn’t familiar with. Tilting her head, she glanced at the wall. Surely the woman had not come from the other side of it? Catching her lip between her teeth, she narrowed her eyes. It was the only solution she could reasonably come up with. “Did you…” Evangelina slid her eyes and nodded slightly at the wall, “How did you?”
Eventually. There was so much hope pinned on such a word. Eventually, he’d realized what he had missed out on. Eventually, he’d be sorry. Eventually, he would win her back. Eventually, they’d be happy. Eventually, her heart would heal. Eventually. She closed her eyes, letting her head drift back against the tree near the wall as she took a moment to collect her thoughts and march into the University of the Arts and force herself to better herself. She really just wanted to escape back to the stables and cry her heart out and lose herself in a gallop across the rolling Taengean plains. Evangelina of Leventi was not one of the blessed Leventis. Her only real talent was with horses, and she wasn’t entirely sure if it was actually something unique to her or if it was something in her blood.
The deep brown chiton she wore hid the horsehair that clung to it. Her dark hair was pinned up and away from her face and the satchel next to her held a half-eaten apple for Altair and her paintbrushes that Imma had helped her pick out a few weeks earlier, swearing anyone could paint with the right tools. Opening her large dark eyes, she glanced longingly at the wall. It was all that stood between her and being somewhere far less miserable. But the word, eventually, hung in her thoughts. Eventually, she wouldn’t be so miserable here… she just had to stick it out long enough to get better.
That seemed to be a common theme in her life, learning to endure until the dark sky filled with the light of stars. It wasn’t something she was bitter about, she’d long since just accepted that it simply was part of being a Leventi. Some were born great and some had to achieve greatness. She was most definitely of that second group. The dark chestnut tendril that fell down over her cheek she focused on it and blew it away and settled back against the tree to ponder all the wonderful things that would happen eventually.
Thump.
That was a rather odd noise. For an instant, she wondered if she’d imagined it. That was until she heard rustling about, someone was digging into their satchel. She’d just looked no one was around her so why would she be hearing that now? Peeking around the side of the tree, she stared. Her large doe eyes blinked and her lips fell open just a little. There was a woman standing there and disrobing herself, right there in the middle of nowhere… For all the Gods to see, and anyone else who might have stumbled upon her.
“What are you doing?!” Her usually throaty voice squeaked out in surprise before she could quietly disappear. “You can’t do that here… Oh, Hade’s balls! Someone will see you .” It was completely slipped her mind that someone had seen the young woman. She had. Quickly darting a look around, she didn’t see anyone else but that didn’t mean that there weren’t other people lurking. Vasiliadon might seem safe, especially at the university but there were shadows everywhere for people to hide in.
Jumping to her feet, she motioned for the woman at least to come to the tree. Her lips pursed, she was pretty good with faces and this was one she wasn’t familiar with. Tilting her head, she glanced at the wall. Surely the woman had not come from the other side of it? Catching her lip between her teeth, she narrowed her eyes. It was the only solution she could reasonably come up with. “Did you…” Evangelina slid her eyes and nodded slightly at the wall, “How did you?”
If Anastasia had been more vigilant, she might've caught the sight of the woman and shifted her position to be more discrete. However, she'd thought herself isolated. If the guard avoided this part of the wall, then why would a student linger? Anonymity was the bard's primary concern, and so she'd let her doubts fall by the wayside in her efforts to assuage them by fitting herself into her proper disguise. Instead, Anastasia was just about to clip her chiton in place when she heard the high pitched shout in her direction.
What are you doing?!
You can't do that here...
Hades' Balls!
Ana had been terrified at the first utterance, believing herself found by someone with a position of authority. But, the expletive threw Anastasia into a totally different assumption. Clearly, the sight of her disrobed to her undergarments caught a student unaware, but rather than slink away, she made herself known. The concern that shifted within Evangelina's expression was palpable, and Ana held her chiton in place, the growing flush in her expression turning from shock to a different sort of intrigue altogether. In one fluid motion as Evangelina drew closer, Ana fell obediently into step next to her. Still her garment failed to heed her motions, and she very nearly lost grip of it as she stepped forward and over to the tree. With a quick swing of her leg she caught her satchel with her foot, the strap looping about her ankle. The bag flew into the air and hit the back of her other calf, but the bard paid the small discomfort no mind as she moved closer to the tree.
Someone will see you... The words lingered in her mind well after she'd shifted. Someone had seen her, and the woman seemed utterly transfixed by the situation at hand. Evangelina's gaze cast to and fro, darting from the bard herself over to the wall and it seemed like her mind was whirling to understand it all. The bard took the opportunity to properly fit the clip at her shoulder. Then, she pulled her knee up, the strap still hanging about her ankle. She pulled the satchel off from her, taking the silver sash from within and tying it loosely about her waist. Satisfied that the rich ebony was smoothed out over her lithe form, she took the opportunity to reach into the satchel and place her silver, sapphire-embossed pendant about her neck. Only then did Anastasia decide it appropriate to answer the woman.
"First, thank you for watching out for me. It was rather... inappropriate to do that out in the open. How lucky that you were the only around," she began. A wide smile cast upon Anastasia's lips as she shook the satchel away from the both of them. Dust flew, and once Ana deemed it clean enough she slung it over her shoulder.
"Thankfully, the one that saw me won't say anything, right? I'll reward your silence with a proper answer to your question. I... I don't belong here, my friend. But I had to get in! I just had to!" she reasoned, a musical huff escaping her lips. Anastasia made the music within her soul evident within her every word, her tones rich and confident as she addressed the woman. Now, it was her turn to wonder. Evangelina was rather plainly dressed, with a deep brown chiton that admittedly suited her. It matched the large doe eyes. Every moment Ana spent in the presence of the woman... intrigued the bard more and more.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you... To reconcile that, can I introduce myself to you? I am Anastasia of the Siren's Song, the bard."
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If Anastasia had been more vigilant, she might've caught the sight of the woman and shifted her position to be more discrete. However, she'd thought herself isolated. If the guard avoided this part of the wall, then why would a student linger? Anonymity was the bard's primary concern, and so she'd let her doubts fall by the wayside in her efforts to assuage them by fitting herself into her proper disguise. Instead, Anastasia was just about to clip her chiton in place when she heard the high pitched shout in her direction.
What are you doing?!
You can't do that here...
Hades' Balls!
Ana had been terrified at the first utterance, believing herself found by someone with a position of authority. But, the expletive threw Anastasia into a totally different assumption. Clearly, the sight of her disrobed to her undergarments caught a student unaware, but rather than slink away, she made herself known. The concern that shifted within Evangelina's expression was palpable, and Ana held her chiton in place, the growing flush in her expression turning from shock to a different sort of intrigue altogether. In one fluid motion as Evangelina drew closer, Ana fell obediently into step next to her. Still her garment failed to heed her motions, and she very nearly lost grip of it as she stepped forward and over to the tree. With a quick swing of her leg she caught her satchel with her foot, the strap looping about her ankle. The bag flew into the air and hit the back of her other calf, but the bard paid the small discomfort no mind as she moved closer to the tree.
Someone will see you... The words lingered in her mind well after she'd shifted. Someone had seen her, and the woman seemed utterly transfixed by the situation at hand. Evangelina's gaze cast to and fro, darting from the bard herself over to the wall and it seemed like her mind was whirling to understand it all. The bard took the opportunity to properly fit the clip at her shoulder. Then, she pulled her knee up, the strap still hanging about her ankle. She pulled the satchel off from her, taking the silver sash from within and tying it loosely about her waist. Satisfied that the rich ebony was smoothed out over her lithe form, she took the opportunity to reach into the satchel and place her silver, sapphire-embossed pendant about her neck. Only then did Anastasia decide it appropriate to answer the woman.
"First, thank you for watching out for me. It was rather... inappropriate to do that out in the open. How lucky that you were the only around," she began. A wide smile cast upon Anastasia's lips as she shook the satchel away from the both of them. Dust flew, and once Ana deemed it clean enough she slung it over her shoulder.
"Thankfully, the one that saw me won't say anything, right? I'll reward your silence with a proper answer to your question. I... I don't belong here, my friend. But I had to get in! I just had to!" she reasoned, a musical huff escaping her lips. Anastasia made the music within her soul evident within her every word, her tones rich and confident as she addressed the woman. Now, it was her turn to wonder. Evangelina was rather plainly dressed, with a deep brown chiton that admittedly suited her. It matched the large doe eyes. Every moment Ana spent in the presence of the woman... intrigued the bard more and more.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you... To reconcile that, can I introduce myself to you? I am Anastasia of the Siren's Song, the bard."
If Anastasia had been more vigilant, she might've caught the sight of the woman and shifted her position to be more discrete. However, she'd thought herself isolated. If the guard avoided this part of the wall, then why would a student linger? Anonymity was the bard's primary concern, and so she'd let her doubts fall by the wayside in her efforts to assuage them by fitting herself into her proper disguise. Instead, Anastasia was just about to clip her chiton in place when she heard the high pitched shout in her direction.
What are you doing?!
You can't do that here...
Hades' Balls!
Ana had been terrified at the first utterance, believing herself found by someone with a position of authority. But, the expletive threw Anastasia into a totally different assumption. Clearly, the sight of her disrobed to her undergarments caught a student unaware, but rather than slink away, she made herself known. The concern that shifted within Evangelina's expression was palpable, and Ana held her chiton in place, the growing flush in her expression turning from shock to a different sort of intrigue altogether. In one fluid motion as Evangelina drew closer, Ana fell obediently into step next to her. Still her garment failed to heed her motions, and she very nearly lost grip of it as she stepped forward and over to the tree. With a quick swing of her leg she caught her satchel with her foot, the strap looping about her ankle. The bag flew into the air and hit the back of her other calf, but the bard paid the small discomfort no mind as she moved closer to the tree.
Someone will see you... The words lingered in her mind well after she'd shifted. Someone had seen her, and the woman seemed utterly transfixed by the situation at hand. Evangelina's gaze cast to and fro, darting from the bard herself over to the wall and it seemed like her mind was whirling to understand it all. The bard took the opportunity to properly fit the clip at her shoulder. Then, she pulled her knee up, the strap still hanging about her ankle. She pulled the satchel off from her, taking the silver sash from within and tying it loosely about her waist. Satisfied that the rich ebony was smoothed out over her lithe form, she took the opportunity to reach into the satchel and place her silver, sapphire-embossed pendant about her neck. Only then did Anastasia decide it appropriate to answer the woman.
"First, thank you for watching out for me. It was rather... inappropriate to do that out in the open. How lucky that you were the only around," she began. A wide smile cast upon Anastasia's lips as she shook the satchel away from the both of them. Dust flew, and once Ana deemed it clean enough she slung it over her shoulder.
"Thankfully, the one that saw me won't say anything, right? I'll reward your silence with a proper answer to your question. I... I don't belong here, my friend. But I had to get in! I just had to!" she reasoned, a musical huff escaping her lips. Anastasia made the music within her soul evident within her every word, her tones rich and confident as she addressed the woman. Now, it was her turn to wonder. Evangelina was rather plainly dressed, with a deep brown chiton that admittedly suited her. It matched the large doe eyes. Every moment Ana spent in the presence of the woman... intrigued the bard more and more.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you... To reconcile that, can I introduce myself to you? I am Anastasia of the Siren's Song, the bard."
Evangelina didn’t know what she was more surprised about. The woman seemed perfectly at ease changing right there out of doors or that when she answered her, it was done with a broad and beautiful smile that would have suited one of her cousins. She bit the inside of her cheek. The woman radiated confidence… and when you didn’t have something it made you want it. What would it be like to be that confident? To be able to sneak into a forbidden place and disrobe… right outside? It was hardly something anyone of her own class would do. Firstly, no one with the name Leventi… or any others had to sneak anywhere. They were invited… doors were opened and then they were watched.
It was hard to be confident when the world was waiting to see what sort of failure your next one would be. She sighed softly to herself internally. Maybe one day she’d be that confident but for now… now she’d just have to suffice with being the too thin and very coltish looking Leventi. Faint freckles dotted across her nose from her time spent outdoors with the horses. Selene kept reminding her that she’d better start taking care of herself but it… it always ranked rather low on her list of things to do. Somehow, looking into the mirror was just… depressing. She wasn’t ever going to look like Lene or Theo… and while there was a faint red hue to her hair it hardly compared to the flaming auburn mane that her mother sported.
‘First, thank you for watching out for me. It was rather... inappropriate to do that out in the open. How lucky that you were the only around.’
There was a lull to her voice that practiced… If Evie hadn’t shaken herself from the daze she’d never heard the words just the smokey tone of the woman. Her eyebrows arched and her brown eyes became a shade of skeptical. There was irony in her words and if there was one thing that ruffled the pint-sized Leventi it was feeling like she was being mocked. She got enough of that with her family… she didn’t have to take it from a commoner.
Her lips thinned a little and she did her best to stare down her pointed nose the same way her Aunt Evelli could do, “Hmmm… Yes, it appears the gods were on your side today in that matter.” Evangelina’s attempts at coolness seemed to go ignored as the woman moved in a way that was almost half ignoring of Evie.
‘Thankfully, the one that saw me won't say anything, right? I'll reward your silence with a proper answer to your question. I... I don't belong here, my friend. But I had to get in! I just had to!’
She narrowed her brown eyes at the woman. Did she think she was some sort of idiot? For Hade’s sake, Evangelina had five very mischevious cousins that were older than her… Did she think she’d not heard the bribery? Her jaw tightened and she found herself standing up to her full… five feet and two inches in height. Her hands on her hips, and eyebrows raised.
“Now wait just a minute… you can’t ask me not to…” Evangelina’s words seemed to die on deaf ears as the woman continued with pleading that she just had to get in here. Evie’s mouth snapped shut and she glanced around at the university with almost a sour look on her face. Who in their right might would want to stay here? She did but she didn’t want to… she needed too if she was ever going to find a way to pull her life back together. She was definitely maybe going to be the next greatest painter in history. Well, after what her instructor said today… probably not but Evie wasn’t going to give up just because of what that one mean ole tutor had said. He lacked taste.
‘I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you... To reconcile that, can I introduce myself to you? I am Anastasia of the Siren's Song, the bard.’
The smokey voice of the woman jarred Evangelina out of her current thoughts and caused her to pin her eyes on the woman, indignity rising in her voice, “I am not frightened of you. You were the one almost naked, not me.” Her lips pursed and she stared at her for a long moment. Anastasia of the Siren’s Song. She was a bard. Well, that explained quite a lot. Tilting her head sideways, she looked the woman up and down with a frown then settled her gaze on the bewitching features of the bard. “Evangelina of Leventi.”
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Evangelina didn’t know what she was more surprised about. The woman seemed perfectly at ease changing right there out of doors or that when she answered her, it was done with a broad and beautiful smile that would have suited one of her cousins. She bit the inside of her cheek. The woman radiated confidence… and when you didn’t have something it made you want it. What would it be like to be that confident? To be able to sneak into a forbidden place and disrobe… right outside? It was hardly something anyone of her own class would do. Firstly, no one with the name Leventi… or any others had to sneak anywhere. They were invited… doors were opened and then they were watched.
It was hard to be confident when the world was waiting to see what sort of failure your next one would be. She sighed softly to herself internally. Maybe one day she’d be that confident but for now… now she’d just have to suffice with being the too thin and very coltish looking Leventi. Faint freckles dotted across her nose from her time spent outdoors with the horses. Selene kept reminding her that she’d better start taking care of herself but it… it always ranked rather low on her list of things to do. Somehow, looking into the mirror was just… depressing. She wasn’t ever going to look like Lene or Theo… and while there was a faint red hue to her hair it hardly compared to the flaming auburn mane that her mother sported.
‘First, thank you for watching out for me. It was rather... inappropriate to do that out in the open. How lucky that you were the only around.’
There was a lull to her voice that practiced… If Evie hadn’t shaken herself from the daze she’d never heard the words just the smokey tone of the woman. Her eyebrows arched and her brown eyes became a shade of skeptical. There was irony in her words and if there was one thing that ruffled the pint-sized Leventi it was feeling like she was being mocked. She got enough of that with her family… she didn’t have to take it from a commoner.
Her lips thinned a little and she did her best to stare down her pointed nose the same way her Aunt Evelli could do, “Hmmm… Yes, it appears the gods were on your side today in that matter.” Evangelina’s attempts at coolness seemed to go ignored as the woman moved in a way that was almost half ignoring of Evie.
‘Thankfully, the one that saw me won't say anything, right? I'll reward your silence with a proper answer to your question. I... I don't belong here, my friend. But I had to get in! I just had to!’
She narrowed her brown eyes at the woman. Did she think she was some sort of idiot? For Hade’s sake, Evangelina had five very mischevious cousins that were older than her… Did she think she’d not heard the bribery? Her jaw tightened and she found herself standing up to her full… five feet and two inches in height. Her hands on her hips, and eyebrows raised.
“Now wait just a minute… you can’t ask me not to…” Evangelina’s words seemed to die on deaf ears as the woman continued with pleading that she just had to get in here. Evie’s mouth snapped shut and she glanced around at the university with almost a sour look on her face. Who in their right might would want to stay here? She did but she didn’t want to… she needed too if she was ever going to find a way to pull her life back together. She was definitely maybe going to be the next greatest painter in history. Well, after what her instructor said today… probably not but Evie wasn’t going to give up just because of what that one mean ole tutor had said. He lacked taste.
‘I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you... To reconcile that, can I introduce myself to you? I am Anastasia of the Siren's Song, the bard.’
The smokey voice of the woman jarred Evangelina out of her current thoughts and caused her to pin her eyes on the woman, indignity rising in her voice, “I am not frightened of you. You were the one almost naked, not me.” Her lips pursed and she stared at her for a long moment. Anastasia of the Siren’s Song. She was a bard. Well, that explained quite a lot. Tilting her head sideways, she looked the woman up and down with a frown then settled her gaze on the bewitching features of the bard. “Evangelina of Leventi.”
Evangelina didn’t know what she was more surprised about. The woman seemed perfectly at ease changing right there out of doors or that when she answered her, it was done with a broad and beautiful smile that would have suited one of her cousins. She bit the inside of her cheek. The woman radiated confidence… and when you didn’t have something it made you want it. What would it be like to be that confident? To be able to sneak into a forbidden place and disrobe… right outside? It was hardly something anyone of her own class would do. Firstly, no one with the name Leventi… or any others had to sneak anywhere. They were invited… doors were opened and then they were watched.
It was hard to be confident when the world was waiting to see what sort of failure your next one would be. She sighed softly to herself internally. Maybe one day she’d be that confident but for now… now she’d just have to suffice with being the too thin and very coltish looking Leventi. Faint freckles dotted across her nose from her time spent outdoors with the horses. Selene kept reminding her that she’d better start taking care of herself but it… it always ranked rather low on her list of things to do. Somehow, looking into the mirror was just… depressing. She wasn’t ever going to look like Lene or Theo… and while there was a faint red hue to her hair it hardly compared to the flaming auburn mane that her mother sported.
‘First, thank you for watching out for me. It was rather... inappropriate to do that out in the open. How lucky that you were the only around.’
There was a lull to her voice that practiced… If Evie hadn’t shaken herself from the daze she’d never heard the words just the smokey tone of the woman. Her eyebrows arched and her brown eyes became a shade of skeptical. There was irony in her words and if there was one thing that ruffled the pint-sized Leventi it was feeling like she was being mocked. She got enough of that with her family… she didn’t have to take it from a commoner.
Her lips thinned a little and she did her best to stare down her pointed nose the same way her Aunt Evelli could do, “Hmmm… Yes, it appears the gods were on your side today in that matter.” Evangelina’s attempts at coolness seemed to go ignored as the woman moved in a way that was almost half ignoring of Evie.
‘Thankfully, the one that saw me won't say anything, right? I'll reward your silence with a proper answer to your question. I... I don't belong here, my friend. But I had to get in! I just had to!’
She narrowed her brown eyes at the woman. Did she think she was some sort of idiot? For Hade’s sake, Evangelina had five very mischevious cousins that were older than her… Did she think she’d not heard the bribery? Her jaw tightened and she found herself standing up to her full… five feet and two inches in height. Her hands on her hips, and eyebrows raised.
“Now wait just a minute… you can’t ask me not to…” Evangelina’s words seemed to die on deaf ears as the woman continued with pleading that she just had to get in here. Evie’s mouth snapped shut and she glanced around at the university with almost a sour look on her face. Who in their right might would want to stay here? She did but she didn’t want to… she needed too if she was ever going to find a way to pull her life back together. She was definitely maybe going to be the next greatest painter in history. Well, after what her instructor said today… probably not but Evie wasn’t going to give up just because of what that one mean ole tutor had said. He lacked taste.
‘I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you... To reconcile that, can I introduce myself to you? I am Anastasia of the Siren's Song, the bard.’
The smokey voice of the woman jarred Evangelina out of her current thoughts and caused her to pin her eyes on the woman, indignity rising in her voice, “I am not frightened of you. You were the one almost naked, not me.” Her lips pursed and she stared at her for a long moment. Anastasia of the Siren’s Song. She was a bard. Well, that explained quite a lot. Tilting her head sideways, she looked the woman up and down with a frown then settled her gaze on the bewitching features of the bard. “Evangelina of Leventi.”
Ana never felt ashamed of her body, but there were imperfections about her to be found for those that paid close attention. The chiton covered over scars that littered her back, the sash hugging at her waist and protecting the deep nailmark scars along her thighs. Her flesh was marked up, but not so heavily as to let it be obvious. Anastasia was grateful for the fact, but each remembrance of her life as Calliope of Aetaea hardly entreated her into any sort of gratitude. She sought to whirl her thoughts away from the Athenian life she left behind, and instead considered the lovely young stranger in front of her.
Evangelina of Leventi seemed completely uncomfortable. Was it the fact that she'd caught Ana in a compromising situation? Or was there something else? Behind the woman's honey coloured orbs, she seemed conflicted, and Ana was remiss to give her any reasons to overtly dislike Anastasia lest she report her crime of sneaking into the university to the proper authorities. She could try to escape... but what point would that prove? In the end, the attempt was far less palatable than attempting to sway the other woman to her intentions. Perhaps it'd be a challenge, particularly as the younger woman seemed more and more pushed into a corner. The bard didn't mean to push her as she did, but there was little alternative.
A small frown caught upon Ana's features up until Evangelina corrected her presumption. It wasn't fear. It couldn't be fear. When Evangelina introduced herself properly as a Leventi, the bard couldn't help but raise her eyebrows in surprise. She'd had her share of encounters with the Leventis, particularly with the lovely but reserved Melina. She'd heard tale of the women claimed to be blessed by the Gods. Selene and Theodora of Leventi, and the sights Ana had seen of them from afar certainly brought that point some credence, but Anastasia of the Siren's Song was scarcely interested in exquisite beauty. Instead, she found herself intrigued more deeply with how Evangeline answered her... how Melina had let herself fall by the wayside... The struggles of humanity born within the faces of beautiful souls called to Anastasia's artistic spirit.
A flush carried upon Ana's own features, a mixture of her embarrassment from the misunderstanding of Evangelina's emotions and the thoughts that wove within her own mind. A chuckle, nervous and quiet, escaped Ana's lips before she acquiesced the point.
"That's very fair, my lady," she adopted instead. Her tones did not change from before, but she did grace the woman with a curtsy now that she was properly dressed.
"I'd be rather unsure of how to handle it if you were, to be honest. However... if you aren't frightened... would you rather I take my leave, Lady Evangelina? I'd rather not be a burden to you if my presence is disconcerting. If it isn't, however, I'd be quite pleased to stay near and dear to the young woman who caught my entrance and seems disinclined to sharing tell of that misdeed."
The smile that had diminished sought to return. Perhaps Anastasia was a bit too presumptuous for her own good. Perhaps the Lady would grow tired of it... In truth, the bard could hardly say. She found herself flustered by the way they'd met, and while she brought about an air of confidence and a flare for ostentatious habit, there was the self-doubt that permeated within the woman as well. She bit her lip softly, those hazel eyes exploring Evangelina in idle intrigue.
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Ana never felt ashamed of her body, but there were imperfections about her to be found for those that paid close attention. The chiton covered over scars that littered her back, the sash hugging at her waist and protecting the deep nailmark scars along her thighs. Her flesh was marked up, but not so heavily as to let it be obvious. Anastasia was grateful for the fact, but each remembrance of her life as Calliope of Aetaea hardly entreated her into any sort of gratitude. She sought to whirl her thoughts away from the Athenian life she left behind, and instead considered the lovely young stranger in front of her.
Evangelina of Leventi seemed completely uncomfortable. Was it the fact that she'd caught Ana in a compromising situation? Or was there something else? Behind the woman's honey coloured orbs, she seemed conflicted, and Ana was remiss to give her any reasons to overtly dislike Anastasia lest she report her crime of sneaking into the university to the proper authorities. She could try to escape... but what point would that prove? In the end, the attempt was far less palatable than attempting to sway the other woman to her intentions. Perhaps it'd be a challenge, particularly as the younger woman seemed more and more pushed into a corner. The bard didn't mean to push her as she did, but there was little alternative.
A small frown caught upon Ana's features up until Evangelina corrected her presumption. It wasn't fear. It couldn't be fear. When Evangelina introduced herself properly as a Leventi, the bard couldn't help but raise her eyebrows in surprise. She'd had her share of encounters with the Leventis, particularly with the lovely but reserved Melina. She'd heard tale of the women claimed to be blessed by the Gods. Selene and Theodora of Leventi, and the sights Ana had seen of them from afar certainly brought that point some credence, but Anastasia of the Siren's Song was scarcely interested in exquisite beauty. Instead, she found herself intrigued more deeply with how Evangeline answered her... how Melina had let herself fall by the wayside... The struggles of humanity born within the faces of beautiful souls called to Anastasia's artistic spirit.
A flush carried upon Ana's own features, a mixture of her embarrassment from the misunderstanding of Evangelina's emotions and the thoughts that wove within her own mind. A chuckle, nervous and quiet, escaped Ana's lips before she acquiesced the point.
"That's very fair, my lady," she adopted instead. Her tones did not change from before, but she did grace the woman with a curtsy now that she was properly dressed.
"I'd be rather unsure of how to handle it if you were, to be honest. However... if you aren't frightened... would you rather I take my leave, Lady Evangelina? I'd rather not be a burden to you if my presence is disconcerting. If it isn't, however, I'd be quite pleased to stay near and dear to the young woman who caught my entrance and seems disinclined to sharing tell of that misdeed."
The smile that had diminished sought to return. Perhaps Anastasia was a bit too presumptuous for her own good. Perhaps the Lady would grow tired of it... In truth, the bard could hardly say. She found herself flustered by the way they'd met, and while she brought about an air of confidence and a flare for ostentatious habit, there was the self-doubt that permeated within the woman as well. She bit her lip softly, those hazel eyes exploring Evangelina in idle intrigue.
Ana never felt ashamed of her body, but there were imperfections about her to be found for those that paid close attention. The chiton covered over scars that littered her back, the sash hugging at her waist and protecting the deep nailmark scars along her thighs. Her flesh was marked up, but not so heavily as to let it be obvious. Anastasia was grateful for the fact, but each remembrance of her life as Calliope of Aetaea hardly entreated her into any sort of gratitude. She sought to whirl her thoughts away from the Athenian life she left behind, and instead considered the lovely young stranger in front of her.
Evangelina of Leventi seemed completely uncomfortable. Was it the fact that she'd caught Ana in a compromising situation? Or was there something else? Behind the woman's honey coloured orbs, she seemed conflicted, and Ana was remiss to give her any reasons to overtly dislike Anastasia lest she report her crime of sneaking into the university to the proper authorities. She could try to escape... but what point would that prove? In the end, the attempt was far less palatable than attempting to sway the other woman to her intentions. Perhaps it'd be a challenge, particularly as the younger woman seemed more and more pushed into a corner. The bard didn't mean to push her as she did, but there was little alternative.
A small frown caught upon Ana's features up until Evangelina corrected her presumption. It wasn't fear. It couldn't be fear. When Evangelina introduced herself properly as a Leventi, the bard couldn't help but raise her eyebrows in surprise. She'd had her share of encounters with the Leventis, particularly with the lovely but reserved Melina. She'd heard tale of the women claimed to be blessed by the Gods. Selene and Theodora of Leventi, and the sights Ana had seen of them from afar certainly brought that point some credence, but Anastasia of the Siren's Song was scarcely interested in exquisite beauty. Instead, she found herself intrigued more deeply with how Evangeline answered her... how Melina had let herself fall by the wayside... The struggles of humanity born within the faces of beautiful souls called to Anastasia's artistic spirit.
A flush carried upon Ana's own features, a mixture of her embarrassment from the misunderstanding of Evangelina's emotions and the thoughts that wove within her own mind. A chuckle, nervous and quiet, escaped Ana's lips before she acquiesced the point.
"That's very fair, my lady," she adopted instead. Her tones did not change from before, but she did grace the woman with a curtsy now that she was properly dressed.
"I'd be rather unsure of how to handle it if you were, to be honest. However... if you aren't frightened... would you rather I take my leave, Lady Evangelina? I'd rather not be a burden to you if my presence is disconcerting. If it isn't, however, I'd be quite pleased to stay near and dear to the young woman who caught my entrance and seems disinclined to sharing tell of that misdeed."
The smile that had diminished sought to return. Perhaps Anastasia was a bit too presumptuous for her own good. Perhaps the Lady would grow tired of it... In truth, the bard could hardly say. She found herself flustered by the way they'd met, and while she brought about an air of confidence and a flare for ostentatious habit, there was the self-doubt that permeated within the woman as well. She bit her lip softly, those hazel eyes exploring Evangelina in idle intrigue.
Rule breakers, rebels, and restless heart possessors were the sorts of souls that Evangelina had always found herself drawn to. Even as a young child, it was not ever the little girls who dressed and acted like accomplished young ladies that had drawn her comradery but the scamps and hooligans that her mother would have had fits about her consorting with. Underdogs stole her heart. Broken people appealed to her. Whether it was because too often, she’d seen the light in her father’s eyes dimmed by the manipulation of his brother or if it was because she saw herself in the light of those souls she wasn’t sure and might never fully understand, but that’s the way it was so it would continue to be that way.
The flush that stained the other woman’s cheeks as the pint-sized Leventi corrected her assumptions about being afraid soothed her tender pride. She was mostly definitely not afraid. Her chin jutted out a little and her lips pursed at the curtsy.
‘That's very fair, my lady.’
So the bard was familiar with her name. Surprise, surprise. Who didn’t know the Leventis? Her molars ground together a little at that thought. It would be nice if for just one day could go by and she introduced herself and people didn’t adopt that forged tone of revery. This Anastasia might know her family. She might know their reputation from their power or money or horses or even that they were noted for their distinguished beauty, but she didn’t know Evangelina. It was patronizing.
‘I'd be rather unsure of how to handle it if you were, to be honest. However... if you aren't frightened... would you rather I take my leave, Lady Evangelina? I'd rather not be a burden to you if my presence is disconcerting. If it isn't, however, I'd be quite pleased to stay near and dear to the young woman who caught my entrance and seems disinclined to sharing tell of that misdeed.’
The bard continued talking and Evangelina simply considered her as she spoke. It was her duty as an attending pupil to turn the woman in but that damnable soft spot was making her question whether or not she would or she wouldn’t. It wasn’t hurting her if the bard attended… it didn’t lessen her own education and if the Gods were against it then she would fail without Evangelina’s assistance.
Her lips pressed into a thinner line as the woman smiled at her. Pretty people smiling at her was a weakness she decided would no longer affect her. No. She wasn’t going to be led astray like that again. Her shoulders straightened and she was silent for a long moment as she contemplated not what she should but what she was going to do about this whole situation. No. The woman had to go away. She had to remove herself and leave Evangelina to her own studies. How in the world was she ever going to make Nikos realize his mistake in losing her if she didn’t acquire some sort of flair or capabilities that would make him regret having lost her. No. She had enough on her plate at this very moment instead of dealing with some sort of acrobatic reprobate.
“I am…” Evangelina was about to tell her that she was sorry, but Anastasia would just have to figure this world out all on her own without the help of Evangelina. The words never managed out though as out of the corner of her eye, a figure caught her attention. It was a flash and too far away for her to discern for certain that it was who she’d hoped it wasn’t. She blinked her mouth hanging open, before in a delayed reaction she darted back behind the tree and ducked down. Had that been Nikos? It’d looked like him. Closing her eyes, she pushed the thoughts of the other woman out of her mind as she tried to conjure up just why in the world he would be there.
Opening her eyes, she dared to peek around the tree and saw another flash of the backside of someone who looked vaguely like the Condos heir. She watched for a moment then remembered the bard and looked back to her, her dark eyes inspecting her again. An idea was forming in her mind and she slowly stood up and a puckish smile crept onto her lips as she took a step towards Anastasia and reached out linking arms with her new friend, “Come along. We wouldn’t want to be late for class now. Would we, Lady Anastasia.”
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Rule breakers, rebels, and restless heart possessors were the sorts of souls that Evangelina had always found herself drawn to. Even as a young child, it was not ever the little girls who dressed and acted like accomplished young ladies that had drawn her comradery but the scamps and hooligans that her mother would have had fits about her consorting with. Underdogs stole her heart. Broken people appealed to her. Whether it was because too often, she’d seen the light in her father’s eyes dimmed by the manipulation of his brother or if it was because she saw herself in the light of those souls she wasn’t sure and might never fully understand, but that’s the way it was so it would continue to be that way.
The flush that stained the other woman’s cheeks as the pint-sized Leventi corrected her assumptions about being afraid soothed her tender pride. She was mostly definitely not afraid. Her chin jutted out a little and her lips pursed at the curtsy.
‘That's very fair, my lady.’
So the bard was familiar with her name. Surprise, surprise. Who didn’t know the Leventis? Her molars ground together a little at that thought. It would be nice if for just one day could go by and she introduced herself and people didn’t adopt that forged tone of revery. This Anastasia might know her family. She might know their reputation from their power or money or horses or even that they were noted for their distinguished beauty, but she didn’t know Evangelina. It was patronizing.
‘I'd be rather unsure of how to handle it if you were, to be honest. However... if you aren't frightened... would you rather I take my leave, Lady Evangelina? I'd rather not be a burden to you if my presence is disconcerting. If it isn't, however, I'd be quite pleased to stay near and dear to the young woman who caught my entrance and seems disinclined to sharing tell of that misdeed.’
The bard continued talking and Evangelina simply considered her as she spoke. It was her duty as an attending pupil to turn the woman in but that damnable soft spot was making her question whether or not she would or she wouldn’t. It wasn’t hurting her if the bard attended… it didn’t lessen her own education and if the Gods were against it then she would fail without Evangelina’s assistance.
Her lips pressed into a thinner line as the woman smiled at her. Pretty people smiling at her was a weakness she decided would no longer affect her. No. She wasn’t going to be led astray like that again. Her shoulders straightened and she was silent for a long moment as she contemplated not what she should but what she was going to do about this whole situation. No. The woman had to go away. She had to remove herself and leave Evangelina to her own studies. How in the world was she ever going to make Nikos realize his mistake in losing her if she didn’t acquire some sort of flair or capabilities that would make him regret having lost her. No. She had enough on her plate at this very moment instead of dealing with some sort of acrobatic reprobate.
“I am…” Evangelina was about to tell her that she was sorry, but Anastasia would just have to figure this world out all on her own without the help of Evangelina. The words never managed out though as out of the corner of her eye, a figure caught her attention. It was a flash and too far away for her to discern for certain that it was who she’d hoped it wasn’t. She blinked her mouth hanging open, before in a delayed reaction she darted back behind the tree and ducked down. Had that been Nikos? It’d looked like him. Closing her eyes, she pushed the thoughts of the other woman out of her mind as she tried to conjure up just why in the world he would be there.
Opening her eyes, she dared to peek around the tree and saw another flash of the backside of someone who looked vaguely like the Condos heir. She watched for a moment then remembered the bard and looked back to her, her dark eyes inspecting her again. An idea was forming in her mind and she slowly stood up and a puckish smile crept onto her lips as she took a step towards Anastasia and reached out linking arms with her new friend, “Come along. We wouldn’t want to be late for class now. Would we, Lady Anastasia.”
Rule breakers, rebels, and restless heart possessors were the sorts of souls that Evangelina had always found herself drawn to. Even as a young child, it was not ever the little girls who dressed and acted like accomplished young ladies that had drawn her comradery but the scamps and hooligans that her mother would have had fits about her consorting with. Underdogs stole her heart. Broken people appealed to her. Whether it was because too often, she’d seen the light in her father’s eyes dimmed by the manipulation of his brother or if it was because she saw herself in the light of those souls she wasn’t sure and might never fully understand, but that’s the way it was so it would continue to be that way.
The flush that stained the other woman’s cheeks as the pint-sized Leventi corrected her assumptions about being afraid soothed her tender pride. She was mostly definitely not afraid. Her chin jutted out a little and her lips pursed at the curtsy.
‘That's very fair, my lady.’
So the bard was familiar with her name. Surprise, surprise. Who didn’t know the Leventis? Her molars ground together a little at that thought. It would be nice if for just one day could go by and she introduced herself and people didn’t adopt that forged tone of revery. This Anastasia might know her family. She might know their reputation from their power or money or horses or even that they were noted for their distinguished beauty, but she didn’t know Evangelina. It was patronizing.
‘I'd be rather unsure of how to handle it if you were, to be honest. However... if you aren't frightened... would you rather I take my leave, Lady Evangelina? I'd rather not be a burden to you if my presence is disconcerting. If it isn't, however, I'd be quite pleased to stay near and dear to the young woman who caught my entrance and seems disinclined to sharing tell of that misdeed.’
The bard continued talking and Evangelina simply considered her as she spoke. It was her duty as an attending pupil to turn the woman in but that damnable soft spot was making her question whether or not she would or she wouldn’t. It wasn’t hurting her if the bard attended… it didn’t lessen her own education and if the Gods were against it then she would fail without Evangelina’s assistance.
Her lips pressed into a thinner line as the woman smiled at her. Pretty people smiling at her was a weakness she decided would no longer affect her. No. She wasn’t going to be led astray like that again. Her shoulders straightened and she was silent for a long moment as she contemplated not what she should but what she was going to do about this whole situation. No. The woman had to go away. She had to remove herself and leave Evangelina to her own studies. How in the world was she ever going to make Nikos realize his mistake in losing her if she didn’t acquire some sort of flair or capabilities that would make him regret having lost her. No. She had enough on her plate at this very moment instead of dealing with some sort of acrobatic reprobate.
“I am…” Evangelina was about to tell her that she was sorry, but Anastasia would just have to figure this world out all on her own without the help of Evangelina. The words never managed out though as out of the corner of her eye, a figure caught her attention. It was a flash and too far away for her to discern for certain that it was who she’d hoped it wasn’t. She blinked her mouth hanging open, before in a delayed reaction she darted back behind the tree and ducked down. Had that been Nikos? It’d looked like him. Closing her eyes, she pushed the thoughts of the other woman out of her mind as she tried to conjure up just why in the world he would be there.
Opening her eyes, she dared to peek around the tree and saw another flash of the backside of someone who looked vaguely like the Condos heir. She watched for a moment then remembered the bard and looked back to her, her dark eyes inspecting her again. An idea was forming in her mind and she slowly stood up and a puckish smile crept onto her lips as she took a step towards Anastasia and reached out linking arms with her new friend, “Come along. We wouldn’t want to be late for class now. Would we, Lady Anastasia.”
The rules did not apply to Anastasia.
At least, she made it that way. The young woman rejected the snare that society placed on her, abandoning her identity in favour of anonymity through reinvention. Every bit of attention she received did nothing to sully that reinvention, and Anastasia could understand very well the notion that filled Evangeline, even if she didn't know it. Being known as one thing or judged as another, never being seen for what she truly was... that was the fate she dodged by abandoning the notion of identity in the first place. Anastasia of the Siren's Song was a ruse, the very name she adopted was the admission that it was her resurrection. But, being resurrected did not mean that she abandoned who she was.
No, Calliope of Aetaea was always buried within Anastasia, the shell of who she was. As much as Anastasia hated what had happened to her, how eagerly she'd forsaken herself in front of everyone and everything... she never called herself Anastasia in her own mind. Always, she knew herself as Calliope, despite training herself to introduce and acknowledge the name Anastasia in answer. She held on to the identity left behind, as much as she wanted to abandon it altogether. Anastasia hid all of this behind her smile as she spoke to Evangelina, looking to the younger woman as she clearly mulled over the answer and whether Ana would need to run away from her. She didn't want to, in the slightest. Interest, not for the titles Evangelina held but for the girl beneath the powerful name of Leventi held her in place. Nervous flared welled within Anastasia as she felt under judgment.
Then, the smile cast upon Evangelina's lips and she linked arms with Anastasia. The woman, by now well-dressed and perfectly poised to blend in with the masses of the University of the Arts, was all too pleased with her answer. The fact that she was referred to as 'Lady', a gesture that brought amusement to the common-born bard. She chuckled aloud, a mellifluous tone, before she asked,
"Oh, of course, my lady! I'm so excited!" she said aloud in the event that any had heard her. Then, she tipped her head close to Evie's ear, to ask her,
"What class are we going tooo?" she inquired, purposely dragging on the last syllable in a playful, singsong utterance.
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The rules did not apply to Anastasia.
At least, she made it that way. The young woman rejected the snare that society placed on her, abandoning her identity in favour of anonymity through reinvention. Every bit of attention she received did nothing to sully that reinvention, and Anastasia could understand very well the notion that filled Evangeline, even if she didn't know it. Being known as one thing or judged as another, never being seen for what she truly was... that was the fate she dodged by abandoning the notion of identity in the first place. Anastasia of the Siren's Song was a ruse, the very name she adopted was the admission that it was her resurrection. But, being resurrected did not mean that she abandoned who she was.
No, Calliope of Aetaea was always buried within Anastasia, the shell of who she was. As much as Anastasia hated what had happened to her, how eagerly she'd forsaken herself in front of everyone and everything... she never called herself Anastasia in her own mind. Always, she knew herself as Calliope, despite training herself to introduce and acknowledge the name Anastasia in answer. She held on to the identity left behind, as much as she wanted to abandon it altogether. Anastasia hid all of this behind her smile as she spoke to Evangelina, looking to the younger woman as she clearly mulled over the answer and whether Ana would need to run away from her. She didn't want to, in the slightest. Interest, not for the titles Evangelina held but for the girl beneath the powerful name of Leventi held her in place. Nervous flared welled within Anastasia as she felt under judgment.
Then, the smile cast upon Evangelina's lips and she linked arms with Anastasia. The woman, by now well-dressed and perfectly poised to blend in with the masses of the University of the Arts, was all too pleased with her answer. The fact that she was referred to as 'Lady', a gesture that brought amusement to the common-born bard. She chuckled aloud, a mellifluous tone, before she asked,
"Oh, of course, my lady! I'm so excited!" she said aloud in the event that any had heard her. Then, she tipped her head close to Evie's ear, to ask her,
"What class are we going tooo?" she inquired, purposely dragging on the last syllable in a playful, singsong utterance.
The rules did not apply to Anastasia.
At least, she made it that way. The young woman rejected the snare that society placed on her, abandoning her identity in favour of anonymity through reinvention. Every bit of attention she received did nothing to sully that reinvention, and Anastasia could understand very well the notion that filled Evangeline, even if she didn't know it. Being known as one thing or judged as another, never being seen for what she truly was... that was the fate she dodged by abandoning the notion of identity in the first place. Anastasia of the Siren's Song was a ruse, the very name she adopted was the admission that it was her resurrection. But, being resurrected did not mean that she abandoned who she was.
No, Calliope of Aetaea was always buried within Anastasia, the shell of who she was. As much as Anastasia hated what had happened to her, how eagerly she'd forsaken herself in front of everyone and everything... she never called herself Anastasia in her own mind. Always, she knew herself as Calliope, despite training herself to introduce and acknowledge the name Anastasia in answer. She held on to the identity left behind, as much as she wanted to abandon it altogether. Anastasia hid all of this behind her smile as she spoke to Evangelina, looking to the younger woman as she clearly mulled over the answer and whether Ana would need to run away from her. She didn't want to, in the slightest. Interest, not for the titles Evangelina held but for the girl beneath the powerful name of Leventi held her in place. Nervous flared welled within Anastasia as she felt under judgment.
Then, the smile cast upon Evangelina's lips and she linked arms with Anastasia. The woman, by now well-dressed and perfectly poised to blend in with the masses of the University of the Arts, was all too pleased with her answer. The fact that she was referred to as 'Lady', a gesture that brought amusement to the common-born bard. She chuckled aloud, a mellifluous tone, before she asked,
"Oh, of course, my lady! I'm so excited!" she said aloud in the event that any had heard her. Then, she tipped her head close to Evie's ear, to ask her,
"What class are we going tooo?" she inquired, purposely dragging on the last syllable in a playful, singsong utterance.
Evangelina very much believed in rules, it didn’t mean she was great at them or that they didn’t apply to her or that she was something special… like an exception but she did believe in them and being a Leventi knew best how to bend them. The bard wouldn’t be questioned as long as she remained in the company of the Leventi girl, she knew that… Her parents made sizable donations to the school to ensure that certain things were overlooked. Whether it was that Evangelina was not going to be the next great painter or if someone unenrolled accompanied her to class… who was going to argue with a Leventi?
The relief that Anastasia showed the instant she realized that Evangelina was going to play along with the farce caused a small bit of guilt to tug at her. She’d been so close telling the woman ‘no’ but the amount of joy that it brought the other woman was one of those things that snuck up on you and left you feeling just a little bit lighter.
‘Oh, of course, my lady! I'm so excited!’ Evangelina’s lips pressed together slightly more and she arched an eyebrow at her new companion who leaned in a little closer and asked, ‘What class are we going tooo?’
“You might wish to contain yourself a bit more for this role… it’s suspicious,” She grunted quietly, “Most of the people here would probably rank their enthusiasm to be a bit lower, they all have things they’d rather be doing then this.”
Maybe there was an odd sort of student who was thrilled to attend their classes… but that sort of student would rarely be as...vivacious as the bard was at that moment and most definitely would not be a vivacious lady. Ladies were not supposed to scamper about and climb walls and drop into places. Ladies were not supposed to speak too loudly. And more importantly ladies were supposed to have, in Evangelina’s opinion, a permanently bored look on their faces. She sighed, “I know you’re excited but keep your nose up and your eyes down and try a little harder to look bored.”
With linked arms, she drug the bard along with her away from the quiet tree towards the path that would lead to the building where the classes were given. Tilting her head a little, she sighed again a little disheartened, “Painting.” Evangelina’s dark eyes flitted about doing a quick speculation to double check who was around. Maybe he wasn’t here after all… That would be a blessing from the Gods, indeed. “I do believe Master Ezio said we are doing nudes today.” Her lips quirked at the woman, “I am assuming that isn’t a deal breaker for you…”
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Evangelina very much believed in rules, it didn’t mean she was great at them or that they didn’t apply to her or that she was something special… like an exception but she did believe in them and being a Leventi knew best how to bend them. The bard wouldn’t be questioned as long as she remained in the company of the Leventi girl, she knew that… Her parents made sizable donations to the school to ensure that certain things were overlooked. Whether it was that Evangelina was not going to be the next great painter or if someone unenrolled accompanied her to class… who was going to argue with a Leventi?
The relief that Anastasia showed the instant she realized that Evangelina was going to play along with the farce caused a small bit of guilt to tug at her. She’d been so close telling the woman ‘no’ but the amount of joy that it brought the other woman was one of those things that snuck up on you and left you feeling just a little bit lighter.
‘Oh, of course, my lady! I'm so excited!’ Evangelina’s lips pressed together slightly more and she arched an eyebrow at her new companion who leaned in a little closer and asked, ‘What class are we going tooo?’
“You might wish to contain yourself a bit more for this role… it’s suspicious,” She grunted quietly, “Most of the people here would probably rank their enthusiasm to be a bit lower, they all have things they’d rather be doing then this.”
Maybe there was an odd sort of student who was thrilled to attend their classes… but that sort of student would rarely be as...vivacious as the bard was at that moment and most definitely would not be a vivacious lady. Ladies were not supposed to scamper about and climb walls and drop into places. Ladies were not supposed to speak too loudly. And more importantly ladies were supposed to have, in Evangelina’s opinion, a permanently bored look on their faces. She sighed, “I know you’re excited but keep your nose up and your eyes down and try a little harder to look bored.”
With linked arms, she drug the bard along with her away from the quiet tree towards the path that would lead to the building where the classes were given. Tilting her head a little, she sighed again a little disheartened, “Painting.” Evangelina’s dark eyes flitted about doing a quick speculation to double check who was around. Maybe he wasn’t here after all… That would be a blessing from the Gods, indeed. “I do believe Master Ezio said we are doing nudes today.” Her lips quirked at the woman, “I am assuming that isn’t a deal breaker for you…”
Evangelina very much believed in rules, it didn’t mean she was great at them or that they didn’t apply to her or that she was something special… like an exception but she did believe in them and being a Leventi knew best how to bend them. The bard wouldn’t be questioned as long as she remained in the company of the Leventi girl, she knew that… Her parents made sizable donations to the school to ensure that certain things were overlooked. Whether it was that Evangelina was not going to be the next great painter or if someone unenrolled accompanied her to class… who was going to argue with a Leventi?
The relief that Anastasia showed the instant she realized that Evangelina was going to play along with the farce caused a small bit of guilt to tug at her. She’d been so close telling the woman ‘no’ but the amount of joy that it brought the other woman was one of those things that snuck up on you and left you feeling just a little bit lighter.
‘Oh, of course, my lady! I'm so excited!’ Evangelina’s lips pressed together slightly more and she arched an eyebrow at her new companion who leaned in a little closer and asked, ‘What class are we going tooo?’
“You might wish to contain yourself a bit more for this role… it’s suspicious,” She grunted quietly, “Most of the people here would probably rank their enthusiasm to be a bit lower, they all have things they’d rather be doing then this.”
Maybe there was an odd sort of student who was thrilled to attend their classes… but that sort of student would rarely be as...vivacious as the bard was at that moment and most definitely would not be a vivacious lady. Ladies were not supposed to scamper about and climb walls and drop into places. Ladies were not supposed to speak too loudly. And more importantly ladies were supposed to have, in Evangelina’s opinion, a permanently bored look on their faces. She sighed, “I know you’re excited but keep your nose up and your eyes down and try a little harder to look bored.”
With linked arms, she drug the bard along with her away from the quiet tree towards the path that would lead to the building where the classes were given. Tilting her head a little, she sighed again a little disheartened, “Painting.” Evangelina’s dark eyes flitted about doing a quick speculation to double check who was around. Maybe he wasn’t here after all… That would be a blessing from the Gods, indeed. “I do believe Master Ezio said we are doing nudes today.” Her lips quirked at the woman, “I am assuming that isn’t a deal breaker for you…”
There was absolutely no reason for Anastasia to not be excited about this. While the bard-siren known as Anastasia of the Siren's Song was said to have lived in the seas and sing tales of the God, Poseidon, the girl known as Calliope knew no such grandeur. She'd been educated, not by tutors or professors, but by her own inquisitive mind as she acted the part of a bride, but lived the role of a prisoner. If there was one useful thing to come of her subjugation to Alector of Athenia, it was that Anastasia became learned, losing all semblance of her peasant self in the effort to be more impressive.
Who she needed to be impressive for, however, changed over and over again as time went on. She'd worked on her gait and the metre of her speaking so as to serve more dutifully as the wife of a high-scale merchant. And yet... now the same assets served her as a bard. From impressing one man to impressing dozens or even hundreds, the scope of it all was baffling even while it seemed less difficult than meeting the scrutinizing gaze of her oppressor. Now, when the paradigm shifted to the need to impress one more, to impress the woman who deemed her fitting to be here under disguise... well, she felt both the pressure and the small inkling of laughter well up within her.
"Contain myself? This role? Oh... well..." Anastasia trailed off, and in the moments of her silence, her posture shifted visibly. Where her gait was fluid before, the movements of a dancer and an acrobat but muted so as to remain in place, it grew stiff. She tightened her peplos against her form before dipping into the knapsack yet again to dress her neck in the intimately familiar silver pendant. She offered one last grin at Evangelina before she took in a breath and placed one hand over the other before noting,
"Is this better, my lady?"
Anastasia always had a place to be in. Whether she was meeting a royal or stealing from a merchant, she was never quite the same woman with anyone she met. It was an adaptability that she prized, the capacity to assume identities. To become an actress served her in her storytelling as a bard, but also kept her hiding in plain sight until the day she could feel comfortable that she was no longer being chased or sought after by greedy hands.
Inquisitive eyes sought to dull their sheen ever so slightly as Anastasia rolled her eyes, her jaw tensed in one moment before it relaxed. She allowed herself to swell her gaze with an unidentifiable contempt before she looked over to Evangelina,
"More suitable? Sigh, my lady, why does daddy send you here? You scarcely seem to enjoy it. Not that my own father would understand the nuance of taste. Surely, a private tutor would be more suitable?"
The woman let her words out in a droll, rolling her words effortlessly while she nodded to the clarification. Painting was never something Anastasia took to, but being painted, perhaps, was something she'd quite enjoy. She chuckled softly before she clicked her tongue at the woman.
"Not at all, of course. But, it does make one wonder... What will we be painting? I'd volunteer, so as to not waste my time with such a duuuuull means of passing the time."
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There was absolutely no reason for Anastasia to not be excited about this. While the bard-siren known as Anastasia of the Siren's Song was said to have lived in the seas and sing tales of the God, Poseidon, the girl known as Calliope knew no such grandeur. She'd been educated, not by tutors or professors, but by her own inquisitive mind as she acted the part of a bride, but lived the role of a prisoner. If there was one useful thing to come of her subjugation to Alector of Athenia, it was that Anastasia became learned, losing all semblance of her peasant self in the effort to be more impressive.
Who she needed to be impressive for, however, changed over and over again as time went on. She'd worked on her gait and the metre of her speaking so as to serve more dutifully as the wife of a high-scale merchant. And yet... now the same assets served her as a bard. From impressing one man to impressing dozens or even hundreds, the scope of it all was baffling even while it seemed less difficult than meeting the scrutinizing gaze of her oppressor. Now, when the paradigm shifted to the need to impress one more, to impress the woman who deemed her fitting to be here under disguise... well, she felt both the pressure and the small inkling of laughter well up within her.
"Contain myself? This role? Oh... well..." Anastasia trailed off, and in the moments of her silence, her posture shifted visibly. Where her gait was fluid before, the movements of a dancer and an acrobat but muted so as to remain in place, it grew stiff. She tightened her peplos against her form before dipping into the knapsack yet again to dress her neck in the intimately familiar silver pendant. She offered one last grin at Evangelina before she took in a breath and placed one hand over the other before noting,
"Is this better, my lady?"
Anastasia always had a place to be in. Whether she was meeting a royal or stealing from a merchant, she was never quite the same woman with anyone she met. It was an adaptability that she prized, the capacity to assume identities. To become an actress served her in her storytelling as a bard, but also kept her hiding in plain sight until the day she could feel comfortable that she was no longer being chased or sought after by greedy hands.
Inquisitive eyes sought to dull their sheen ever so slightly as Anastasia rolled her eyes, her jaw tensed in one moment before it relaxed. She allowed herself to swell her gaze with an unidentifiable contempt before she looked over to Evangelina,
"More suitable? Sigh, my lady, why does daddy send you here? You scarcely seem to enjoy it. Not that my own father would understand the nuance of taste. Surely, a private tutor would be more suitable?"
The woman let her words out in a droll, rolling her words effortlessly while she nodded to the clarification. Painting was never something Anastasia took to, but being painted, perhaps, was something she'd quite enjoy. She chuckled softly before she clicked her tongue at the woman.
"Not at all, of course. But, it does make one wonder... What will we be painting? I'd volunteer, so as to not waste my time with such a duuuuull means of passing the time."
There was absolutely no reason for Anastasia to not be excited about this. While the bard-siren known as Anastasia of the Siren's Song was said to have lived in the seas and sing tales of the God, Poseidon, the girl known as Calliope knew no such grandeur. She'd been educated, not by tutors or professors, but by her own inquisitive mind as she acted the part of a bride, but lived the role of a prisoner. If there was one useful thing to come of her subjugation to Alector of Athenia, it was that Anastasia became learned, losing all semblance of her peasant self in the effort to be more impressive.
Who she needed to be impressive for, however, changed over and over again as time went on. She'd worked on her gait and the metre of her speaking so as to serve more dutifully as the wife of a high-scale merchant. And yet... now the same assets served her as a bard. From impressing one man to impressing dozens or even hundreds, the scope of it all was baffling even while it seemed less difficult than meeting the scrutinizing gaze of her oppressor. Now, when the paradigm shifted to the need to impress one more, to impress the woman who deemed her fitting to be here under disguise... well, she felt both the pressure and the small inkling of laughter well up within her.
"Contain myself? This role? Oh... well..." Anastasia trailed off, and in the moments of her silence, her posture shifted visibly. Where her gait was fluid before, the movements of a dancer and an acrobat but muted so as to remain in place, it grew stiff. She tightened her peplos against her form before dipping into the knapsack yet again to dress her neck in the intimately familiar silver pendant. She offered one last grin at Evangelina before she took in a breath and placed one hand over the other before noting,
"Is this better, my lady?"
Anastasia always had a place to be in. Whether she was meeting a royal or stealing from a merchant, she was never quite the same woman with anyone she met. It was an adaptability that she prized, the capacity to assume identities. To become an actress served her in her storytelling as a bard, but also kept her hiding in plain sight until the day she could feel comfortable that she was no longer being chased or sought after by greedy hands.
Inquisitive eyes sought to dull their sheen ever so slightly as Anastasia rolled her eyes, her jaw tensed in one moment before it relaxed. She allowed herself to swell her gaze with an unidentifiable contempt before she looked over to Evangelina,
"More suitable? Sigh, my lady, why does daddy send you here? You scarcely seem to enjoy it. Not that my own father would understand the nuance of taste. Surely, a private tutor would be more suitable?"
The woman let her words out in a droll, rolling her words effortlessly while she nodded to the clarification. Painting was never something Anastasia took to, but being painted, perhaps, was something she'd quite enjoy. She chuckled softly before she clicked her tongue at the woman.
"Not at all, of course. But, it does make one wonder... What will we be painting? I'd volunteer, so as to not waste my time with such a duuuuull means of passing the time."
There was definitely quite a bit of cheek in the young woman as she seemed to make a bit of a mockery of Evangelina's lot in life. The petite little Leventi merely raised an eyebrow at her and softly shook her head. It was hypocritical of her she knew but while she might have enjoyed the mocking if it’d been given from someone of her own class it seemed slightly offensive coming from someone lower. Maybe the creature next to her didn’t realize it, she thought to herself.
‘More suitable? Sigh, my lady, why does daddy send you here? You scarcely seem to enjoy it. Not that my own father would understand the nuance of taste. Surely, a private tutor would be more suitable?’ Her spine stiffened and her dark eyes cast the woman a warning that she was treading awfully close to being offensive and insulting.
“My father doesn’t send me here, and he probably would have agreed that a private tutor would have been more suitable… but it does lose a personal touch now doesn’t it.” Her lips pursed and she glanced away, her voice pointed as she continued, “You meet such interesting individuals here that you don’t receive the opportunity to meet when you have a tutor. Don’t you agree?”
Inhaling a sharp breath she made her way towards the room that the class would be held. Sunlight slipping down and sending warmth across her face as she tilted her head up to soak it in. ‘Not at all, of course. But, it does make one wonder… What will we be painting? I’d volunteer, so as to not waste my time with such a duuuuuull means of passing the time.' Evangelina hazarded a glance sideways and frowned, painting wasn’t necessarily dull… it was frustrating. She could never seem to manage to get her strokes onto the canvas to look the way it had within her mind. She was never satisfied with it. Colors and shapes didn’t flow from her like the fluidity she felt when riding. “I believe we are painting our partners,” Evangelina offered archly, “So no need to volunteer. You’ll paint and be painted…”
Entering the university, she took the first left hallway. Nodding at several others she passed and then glanced at her companion again. “Why don’t you use a private tutor? At the end of the day, it seems a lot less risky than attending somewhere like this and you have the added benefit to being able to find a tutor who you enjoy rather than someone hired here to teach you?” Taking a right, she walked a past a few more doors before pausing in front of one and turning to look at the woman again. Raising her eyebrows at her, “I mean. I know what my real reasons are for going here but… I don’t understand yours.”
Opening the door she motioned for the bard to enter the room. It appeared that there were several other students already waiting inside and gathered into little clusters of two or three chattering variously among themselves. She pressed her lips together and looked around for a quiet place to stand. It wasn’t that she didn’t know most of the people in the room… but Evangelina struggled with painting and would prefer not to have to sit near the more artistic people in the room. It was easier to drift outwards and sit on the outskirts of the class than to get too close to anyone else… maybe she’d try to make more friends once she’d gotten better at her painting. That’s what she’d do… she’d make friends after she could impress them.
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There was definitely quite a bit of cheek in the young woman as she seemed to make a bit of a mockery of Evangelina's lot in life. The petite little Leventi merely raised an eyebrow at her and softly shook her head. It was hypocritical of her she knew but while she might have enjoyed the mocking if it’d been given from someone of her own class it seemed slightly offensive coming from someone lower. Maybe the creature next to her didn’t realize it, she thought to herself.
‘More suitable? Sigh, my lady, why does daddy send you here? You scarcely seem to enjoy it. Not that my own father would understand the nuance of taste. Surely, a private tutor would be more suitable?’ Her spine stiffened and her dark eyes cast the woman a warning that she was treading awfully close to being offensive and insulting.
“My father doesn’t send me here, and he probably would have agreed that a private tutor would have been more suitable… but it does lose a personal touch now doesn’t it.” Her lips pursed and she glanced away, her voice pointed as she continued, “You meet such interesting individuals here that you don’t receive the opportunity to meet when you have a tutor. Don’t you agree?”
Inhaling a sharp breath she made her way towards the room that the class would be held. Sunlight slipping down and sending warmth across her face as she tilted her head up to soak it in. ‘Not at all, of course. But, it does make one wonder… What will we be painting? I’d volunteer, so as to not waste my time with such a duuuuuull means of passing the time.' Evangelina hazarded a glance sideways and frowned, painting wasn’t necessarily dull… it was frustrating. She could never seem to manage to get her strokes onto the canvas to look the way it had within her mind. She was never satisfied with it. Colors and shapes didn’t flow from her like the fluidity she felt when riding. “I believe we are painting our partners,” Evangelina offered archly, “So no need to volunteer. You’ll paint and be painted…”
Entering the university, she took the first left hallway. Nodding at several others she passed and then glanced at her companion again. “Why don’t you use a private tutor? At the end of the day, it seems a lot less risky than attending somewhere like this and you have the added benefit to being able to find a tutor who you enjoy rather than someone hired here to teach you?” Taking a right, she walked a past a few more doors before pausing in front of one and turning to look at the woman again. Raising her eyebrows at her, “I mean. I know what my real reasons are for going here but… I don’t understand yours.”
Opening the door she motioned for the bard to enter the room. It appeared that there were several other students already waiting inside and gathered into little clusters of two or three chattering variously among themselves. She pressed her lips together and looked around for a quiet place to stand. It wasn’t that she didn’t know most of the people in the room… but Evangelina struggled with painting and would prefer not to have to sit near the more artistic people in the room. It was easier to drift outwards and sit on the outskirts of the class than to get too close to anyone else… maybe she’d try to make more friends once she’d gotten better at her painting. That’s what she’d do… she’d make friends after she could impress them.
There was definitely quite a bit of cheek in the young woman as she seemed to make a bit of a mockery of Evangelina's lot in life. The petite little Leventi merely raised an eyebrow at her and softly shook her head. It was hypocritical of her she knew but while she might have enjoyed the mocking if it’d been given from someone of her own class it seemed slightly offensive coming from someone lower. Maybe the creature next to her didn’t realize it, she thought to herself.
‘More suitable? Sigh, my lady, why does daddy send you here? You scarcely seem to enjoy it. Not that my own father would understand the nuance of taste. Surely, a private tutor would be more suitable?’ Her spine stiffened and her dark eyes cast the woman a warning that she was treading awfully close to being offensive and insulting.
“My father doesn’t send me here, and he probably would have agreed that a private tutor would have been more suitable… but it does lose a personal touch now doesn’t it.” Her lips pursed and she glanced away, her voice pointed as she continued, “You meet such interesting individuals here that you don’t receive the opportunity to meet when you have a tutor. Don’t you agree?”
Inhaling a sharp breath she made her way towards the room that the class would be held. Sunlight slipping down and sending warmth across her face as she tilted her head up to soak it in. ‘Not at all, of course. But, it does make one wonder… What will we be painting? I’d volunteer, so as to not waste my time with such a duuuuuull means of passing the time.' Evangelina hazarded a glance sideways and frowned, painting wasn’t necessarily dull… it was frustrating. She could never seem to manage to get her strokes onto the canvas to look the way it had within her mind. She was never satisfied with it. Colors and shapes didn’t flow from her like the fluidity she felt when riding. “I believe we are painting our partners,” Evangelina offered archly, “So no need to volunteer. You’ll paint and be painted…”
Entering the university, she took the first left hallway. Nodding at several others she passed and then glanced at her companion again. “Why don’t you use a private tutor? At the end of the day, it seems a lot less risky than attending somewhere like this and you have the added benefit to being able to find a tutor who you enjoy rather than someone hired here to teach you?” Taking a right, she walked a past a few more doors before pausing in front of one and turning to look at the woman again. Raising her eyebrows at her, “I mean. I know what my real reasons are for going here but… I don’t understand yours.”
Opening the door she motioned for the bard to enter the room. It appeared that there were several other students already waiting inside and gathered into little clusters of two or three chattering variously among themselves. She pressed her lips together and looked around for a quiet place to stand. It wasn’t that she didn’t know most of the people in the room… but Evangelina struggled with painting and would prefer not to have to sit near the more artistic people in the room. It was easier to drift outwards and sit on the outskirts of the class than to get too close to anyone else… maybe she’d try to make more friends once she’d gotten better at her painting. That’s what she’d do… she’d make friends after she could impress them.
Anastasia, of course, meant only to follow Evangelina's advice. Never was there the intention to offend, or mock, or in any way belittle the royal girl who was so above her.
Or, maybe, there was just a little. It amused her to speak in the haughty tones that would surely drive crowds away from her. It was silly of her, in her own opinion, to find value in such tones and in the extravagance of dress and claim that she was taller or better or more deserving. Ana enjoyed the cut of fabrics that nobles could afford, she relished in their drink and feasted on their meals at her leisure. But, decadence did not mean anything but the pleasure it brought. It did not buy happiness, or power, or superiority, and perhaps that bit of resentment from being refused entry to this place for the lack of nobility in her blood continued to irk her.
Anastasia had not meant to truly offend Evangelina, and the frown that caught upon her lips as she observed the shift in Evangelina's expression was genuine. She raised her hands up in surrender as the royal answered her, nodding in understanding. She certainly agreed that a private tutor lacked a certain... appeal. But she also was confronted with the idea of curricula-based education. How could one break down vocalization to a digestible learning without overly simplifying it? How did one analyze the talent of an individual in a large group and cater to each one?
She didn't know, and she found her complaints lacking in evidence, so she had no response for Evangelina's inquiry. She merely agreed to agree and not further embarrass or anger the lovely royal. She wanted to experience the life of a student, and before that stare of Evangelina's, she'd hoped to have made a friend in her. Keeping her posture straight and maintaining the sort of indifferent expression that didn't quite reach her eyes, she finally deigned it appropriate to answer.
"But, of course. There is no comparison between being stuck at home and being in the presence of other people."
A simple affirmation without continued indulgence into the subject matter. At least, without Evangelina bringing it up first. When she briefly switched the subject, Anastasia arched her eyebrows in surprise, breaking her concentration from the neutrality on her face.
Well, good.
It was the most she could come up with, and did not vocalize it, apprehensive of how her companion might handle it. Then, she moved back to the previous subject, and the way she spun it... made it more palatable to answer. This she could not offend Evangelina with. This was her own opinion and she was happy to express it to whomever would listen.
"I hardly consider it a risk to scale a wall and blend into this place. I was... I wouldn't say unlucky, for being caught paired me up with you," she began, a coy wink directed at the young royal before she moved on,
"But your arrival was coincidence nonetheless. I doubt that I'd have trouble blending in here and... it isn't about the education itself. Being disbarred from entry makes doing so all the more tantalizing. Learning the subject matter is secondary when it comes to satisfying my curiosity."
Anastasia, after all, made a fine living doing what she did. She sang relatively well. She wove stories without the need for some other bard to teach her how. Anastasia was the maker of her own legend.
"It wouldn't hurt to see how the 'other half' learns about artistry. An apprenticeship or a 'private tutor' would be fine, if the goal was merely to learn the how."
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Anastasia, of course, meant only to follow Evangelina's advice. Never was there the intention to offend, or mock, or in any way belittle the royal girl who was so above her.
Or, maybe, there was just a little. It amused her to speak in the haughty tones that would surely drive crowds away from her. It was silly of her, in her own opinion, to find value in such tones and in the extravagance of dress and claim that she was taller or better or more deserving. Ana enjoyed the cut of fabrics that nobles could afford, she relished in their drink and feasted on their meals at her leisure. But, decadence did not mean anything but the pleasure it brought. It did not buy happiness, or power, or superiority, and perhaps that bit of resentment from being refused entry to this place for the lack of nobility in her blood continued to irk her.
Anastasia had not meant to truly offend Evangelina, and the frown that caught upon her lips as she observed the shift in Evangelina's expression was genuine. She raised her hands up in surrender as the royal answered her, nodding in understanding. She certainly agreed that a private tutor lacked a certain... appeal. But she also was confronted with the idea of curricula-based education. How could one break down vocalization to a digestible learning without overly simplifying it? How did one analyze the talent of an individual in a large group and cater to each one?
She didn't know, and she found her complaints lacking in evidence, so she had no response for Evangelina's inquiry. She merely agreed to agree and not further embarrass or anger the lovely royal. She wanted to experience the life of a student, and before that stare of Evangelina's, she'd hoped to have made a friend in her. Keeping her posture straight and maintaining the sort of indifferent expression that didn't quite reach her eyes, she finally deigned it appropriate to answer.
"But, of course. There is no comparison between being stuck at home and being in the presence of other people."
A simple affirmation without continued indulgence into the subject matter. At least, without Evangelina bringing it up first. When she briefly switched the subject, Anastasia arched her eyebrows in surprise, breaking her concentration from the neutrality on her face.
Well, good.
It was the most she could come up with, and did not vocalize it, apprehensive of how her companion might handle it. Then, she moved back to the previous subject, and the way she spun it... made it more palatable to answer. This she could not offend Evangelina with. This was her own opinion and she was happy to express it to whomever would listen.
"I hardly consider it a risk to scale a wall and blend into this place. I was... I wouldn't say unlucky, for being caught paired me up with you," she began, a coy wink directed at the young royal before she moved on,
"But your arrival was coincidence nonetheless. I doubt that I'd have trouble blending in here and... it isn't about the education itself. Being disbarred from entry makes doing so all the more tantalizing. Learning the subject matter is secondary when it comes to satisfying my curiosity."
Anastasia, after all, made a fine living doing what she did. She sang relatively well. She wove stories without the need for some other bard to teach her how. Anastasia was the maker of her own legend.
"It wouldn't hurt to see how the 'other half' learns about artistry. An apprenticeship or a 'private tutor' would be fine, if the goal was merely to learn the how."
Anastasia, of course, meant only to follow Evangelina's advice. Never was there the intention to offend, or mock, or in any way belittle the royal girl who was so above her.
Or, maybe, there was just a little. It amused her to speak in the haughty tones that would surely drive crowds away from her. It was silly of her, in her own opinion, to find value in such tones and in the extravagance of dress and claim that she was taller or better or more deserving. Ana enjoyed the cut of fabrics that nobles could afford, she relished in their drink and feasted on their meals at her leisure. But, decadence did not mean anything but the pleasure it brought. It did not buy happiness, or power, or superiority, and perhaps that bit of resentment from being refused entry to this place for the lack of nobility in her blood continued to irk her.
Anastasia had not meant to truly offend Evangelina, and the frown that caught upon her lips as she observed the shift in Evangelina's expression was genuine. She raised her hands up in surrender as the royal answered her, nodding in understanding. She certainly agreed that a private tutor lacked a certain... appeal. But she also was confronted with the idea of curricula-based education. How could one break down vocalization to a digestible learning without overly simplifying it? How did one analyze the talent of an individual in a large group and cater to each one?
She didn't know, and she found her complaints lacking in evidence, so she had no response for Evangelina's inquiry. She merely agreed to agree and not further embarrass or anger the lovely royal. She wanted to experience the life of a student, and before that stare of Evangelina's, she'd hoped to have made a friend in her. Keeping her posture straight and maintaining the sort of indifferent expression that didn't quite reach her eyes, she finally deigned it appropriate to answer.
"But, of course. There is no comparison between being stuck at home and being in the presence of other people."
A simple affirmation without continued indulgence into the subject matter. At least, without Evangelina bringing it up first. When she briefly switched the subject, Anastasia arched her eyebrows in surprise, breaking her concentration from the neutrality on her face.
Well, good.
It was the most she could come up with, and did not vocalize it, apprehensive of how her companion might handle it. Then, she moved back to the previous subject, and the way she spun it... made it more palatable to answer. This she could not offend Evangelina with. This was her own opinion and she was happy to express it to whomever would listen.
"I hardly consider it a risk to scale a wall and blend into this place. I was... I wouldn't say unlucky, for being caught paired me up with you," she began, a coy wink directed at the young royal before she moved on,
"But your arrival was coincidence nonetheless. I doubt that I'd have trouble blending in here and... it isn't about the education itself. Being disbarred from entry makes doing so all the more tantalizing. Learning the subject matter is secondary when it comes to satisfying my curiosity."
Anastasia, after all, made a fine living doing what she did. She sang relatively well. She wove stories without the need for some other bard to teach her how. Anastasia was the maker of her own legend.
"It wouldn't hurt to see how the 'other half' learns about artistry. An apprenticeship or a 'private tutor' would be fine, if the goal was merely to learn the how."
Evangelina didn’t much mind that the woman was sneaking into the Scholeio, but even she had her limits in regards to knowing it was by Evangelina’s own grace that she had not turned the young woman in. To be poked and prodded by a bard was not among the agenda that the pint-sized Leventi intended to permit. She might as well draw that firm line in the sand and remind Anastasia of that fact.
The frown that marred the pretty mouth was sufficient. Maybe she wasn’t the most elegant of Leventis but she was still a Leventi and would prefer that little fact not forgotten. Straightening her back, she pulled her dark eyes away from the bard. She wasn’t going to feel any sympathy against someone she’d just had to chastise. ‘But, of course. There is no comparison between being stuck at home and being in the presence of other people.’
Slanting a look back at the bard, “I suppose it depends on one’s home… I am perfectly content in remaining at home.” It was the truth, she would have preferred to be at home on her father’s estate pouring over the latest bloodline reports in hopes of finding the future of the Leventi horses. She was only here because she needed to learn to be a great painter… and she had every intention of proving to Lord Nikos that he’d missed out something grand. Sucking in a small breath she allowed Anastasia a small sad smile, “I prefer horses to people…”
Ignoring the bard’s arched eyebrow at her she continued to the door that brought her to her class and stepped inside. ‘I hardly consider it a risk to scale a wall and blend into this place. I was... I wouldn't say unlucky, for being caught paired me up with you.’ The coy wink caught her off surprise, her brown eyes blinking. Had she imagined that the woman just winked at her? She didn’t think it was a conspiratorial wink either. Clearing her throat, she looked away and shuffled further into the room, Anastasia continued on, ‘But your arrival was coincidence nonetheless. I doubt that I'd have trouble blending in here and... it isn't about the education itself. Being disbarred from entry makes doing so all the more tantalizing. Learning the subject matter is secondary when it comes to satisfying my curiosity.’
Evangelina heard the way the word tantalizing rolled off the bard’s lips and was entirely unsure of how to react to the woman’s outlandish behavior. Had the woman been a man, Evangelina might have known how to coyly reply or what to do with this sort of behavior but from a woman… She was quite disoriented. Pretend like it never happened… She had to be imagining things. The woman was just… a passionate woman and everything no doubt sounded carnal.
“You should have considered it a risk.” Glancing over her shoulder at Anastasia again, she frowned, “There are a great many here who would not have been as forgiving to your mischief.” Finding a seat she sat down and dropped her bag next to her. A quick glance around showed most of the other’s had already filled the room and started setting up their easels and paints so Evangelina followed along and started preparing hers as well.
‘It wouldn't hurt to see how the 'other half' learns about artistry. An apprenticeship or a 'private tutor' would be fine, if the goal was merely to learn the how.’
Sliding a look to Anastasia, she frowned, “If it’s not merely to learn then why are we doing it?”
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Evangelina didn’t much mind that the woman was sneaking into the Scholeio, but even she had her limits in regards to knowing it was by Evangelina’s own grace that she had not turned the young woman in. To be poked and prodded by a bard was not among the agenda that the pint-sized Leventi intended to permit. She might as well draw that firm line in the sand and remind Anastasia of that fact.
The frown that marred the pretty mouth was sufficient. Maybe she wasn’t the most elegant of Leventis but she was still a Leventi and would prefer that little fact not forgotten. Straightening her back, she pulled her dark eyes away from the bard. She wasn’t going to feel any sympathy against someone she’d just had to chastise. ‘But, of course. There is no comparison between being stuck at home and being in the presence of other people.’
Slanting a look back at the bard, “I suppose it depends on one’s home… I am perfectly content in remaining at home.” It was the truth, she would have preferred to be at home on her father’s estate pouring over the latest bloodline reports in hopes of finding the future of the Leventi horses. She was only here because she needed to learn to be a great painter… and she had every intention of proving to Lord Nikos that he’d missed out something grand. Sucking in a small breath she allowed Anastasia a small sad smile, “I prefer horses to people…”
Ignoring the bard’s arched eyebrow at her she continued to the door that brought her to her class and stepped inside. ‘I hardly consider it a risk to scale a wall and blend into this place. I was... I wouldn't say unlucky, for being caught paired me up with you.’ The coy wink caught her off surprise, her brown eyes blinking. Had she imagined that the woman just winked at her? She didn’t think it was a conspiratorial wink either. Clearing her throat, she looked away and shuffled further into the room, Anastasia continued on, ‘But your arrival was coincidence nonetheless. I doubt that I'd have trouble blending in here and... it isn't about the education itself. Being disbarred from entry makes doing so all the more tantalizing. Learning the subject matter is secondary when it comes to satisfying my curiosity.’
Evangelina heard the way the word tantalizing rolled off the bard’s lips and was entirely unsure of how to react to the woman’s outlandish behavior. Had the woman been a man, Evangelina might have known how to coyly reply or what to do with this sort of behavior but from a woman… She was quite disoriented. Pretend like it never happened… She had to be imagining things. The woman was just… a passionate woman and everything no doubt sounded carnal.
“You should have considered it a risk.” Glancing over her shoulder at Anastasia again, she frowned, “There are a great many here who would not have been as forgiving to your mischief.” Finding a seat she sat down and dropped her bag next to her. A quick glance around showed most of the other’s had already filled the room and started setting up their easels and paints so Evangelina followed along and started preparing hers as well.
‘It wouldn't hurt to see how the 'other half' learns about artistry. An apprenticeship or a 'private tutor' would be fine, if the goal was merely to learn the how.’
Sliding a look to Anastasia, she frowned, “If it’s not merely to learn then why are we doing it?”
Evangelina didn’t much mind that the woman was sneaking into the Scholeio, but even she had her limits in regards to knowing it was by Evangelina’s own grace that she had not turned the young woman in. To be poked and prodded by a bard was not among the agenda that the pint-sized Leventi intended to permit. She might as well draw that firm line in the sand and remind Anastasia of that fact.
The frown that marred the pretty mouth was sufficient. Maybe she wasn’t the most elegant of Leventis but she was still a Leventi and would prefer that little fact not forgotten. Straightening her back, she pulled her dark eyes away from the bard. She wasn’t going to feel any sympathy against someone she’d just had to chastise. ‘But, of course. There is no comparison between being stuck at home and being in the presence of other people.’
Slanting a look back at the bard, “I suppose it depends on one’s home… I am perfectly content in remaining at home.” It was the truth, she would have preferred to be at home on her father’s estate pouring over the latest bloodline reports in hopes of finding the future of the Leventi horses. She was only here because she needed to learn to be a great painter… and she had every intention of proving to Lord Nikos that he’d missed out something grand. Sucking in a small breath she allowed Anastasia a small sad smile, “I prefer horses to people…”
Ignoring the bard’s arched eyebrow at her she continued to the door that brought her to her class and stepped inside. ‘I hardly consider it a risk to scale a wall and blend into this place. I was... I wouldn't say unlucky, for being caught paired me up with you.’ The coy wink caught her off surprise, her brown eyes blinking. Had she imagined that the woman just winked at her? She didn’t think it was a conspiratorial wink either. Clearing her throat, she looked away and shuffled further into the room, Anastasia continued on, ‘But your arrival was coincidence nonetheless. I doubt that I'd have trouble blending in here and... it isn't about the education itself. Being disbarred from entry makes doing so all the more tantalizing. Learning the subject matter is secondary when it comes to satisfying my curiosity.’
Evangelina heard the way the word tantalizing rolled off the bard’s lips and was entirely unsure of how to react to the woman’s outlandish behavior. Had the woman been a man, Evangelina might have known how to coyly reply or what to do with this sort of behavior but from a woman… She was quite disoriented. Pretend like it never happened… She had to be imagining things. The woman was just… a passionate woman and everything no doubt sounded carnal.
“You should have considered it a risk.” Glancing over her shoulder at Anastasia again, she frowned, “There are a great many here who would not have been as forgiving to your mischief.” Finding a seat she sat down and dropped her bag next to her. A quick glance around showed most of the other’s had already filled the room and started setting up their easels and paints so Evangelina followed along and started preparing hers as well.
‘It wouldn't hurt to see how the 'other half' learns about artistry. An apprenticeship or a 'private tutor' would be fine, if the goal was merely to learn the how.’
Sliding a look to Anastasia, she frowned, “If it’s not merely to learn then why are we doing it?”
Anastasia was an intensely social creature. The very nature of her profession demanded it. But, before she chose her profession, she'd come to terms with who she was. Even when life sought to break Anastasia, she refused to bow to it. She neglected the side of her that sought to bend to the forces of darkness and sought to bathe in the light. Part of that, in her experience, was abandoning it in the service of others. While an intensely selfish person, Anastasia flourished in the attention that one could gain from being generous with their time. The bard entertained, she formed relationships, she created opportunities for herself.
Just like she did now.
While her time with Evangelina of Leventi was rife with complications, it was the need to cultivate bonds and the desire to further explore the world that drove her forward. Their encounter was entirely coincidental, but their meeting, in some ways, seemed like to providence, for even as she could report Ana to authority, she could also serve as a guide through the university. She even invited Ana to attend a class with her! So, it was to Ana's benefit to not overly aggravate the woman and she kept that in mind as she listened to Evangelina.
"To each their own, my lady. I could not live without others to talk to, and returning to my home would be a disservice to my purpose on dry land."
She offered a soft chuckle, keeping to the story behind her moniker without missing a beat. Then, the pair of them stepped into the classroom and Anastasia allowed the words to hang behind them as she took a seat next to Evangelina. Of course, eyes were upon the both of them. Anastasia offered an easy smile before she simply looked away, not of the mind to address the whispers that seemed to course in the rows ahead of them. Rather than focus on the rest, Anastasia had eyes particularly on Evangelina. She was interesting, if a bit fussy. She seemed at odds with what Ana said and how she operated, which was, in various ways, quite amusing to her.
Then, there was the reaction to Anastasia's words as she spoke them in hushed tones in the classroom, and she couldn't help but let the smile form, a momentary lapse before she let the feigned disinterest that Evangelina suggested settle upon her visage once again. She raised a hand, carefully looking over her nails as if they were the most important thing in the world. Though she did not directly look at Evie, she certainly listened intently, a slight shrug of the shoulders acknowledging her words of caution before she leaned towards the woman to breathe into her ear,
"And that matter would be handled accordingly should it have transpired, Lady Evangelina. You'll find me quite... full of surprises," she whispered, a slight tease in her words before she moved and looked over Evangelina's paints and easels with a curious expression. She hadn't brought anything of the sort with her, of course, having come and expected only to sight see. She'd either have to skive off of Evie or simply act as the subject for her paintings. Either method was fine with her.
"I said that already, didn't I? It is satisfying, to quench the thirst of curiosity with the elixir of knowledge. Anything but a direct confrontation with the means of education is mere speculation. It is worth whatever 'risk' there is of being apprehended for the satisfaction of getting what I want."
She meant that in oh so many ways, but Evangelina need not learn about the thieving nature of Anastasia of the Siren's Song.
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Anastasia was an intensely social creature. The very nature of her profession demanded it. But, before she chose her profession, she'd come to terms with who she was. Even when life sought to break Anastasia, she refused to bow to it. She neglected the side of her that sought to bend to the forces of darkness and sought to bathe in the light. Part of that, in her experience, was abandoning it in the service of others. While an intensely selfish person, Anastasia flourished in the attention that one could gain from being generous with their time. The bard entertained, she formed relationships, she created opportunities for herself.
Just like she did now.
While her time with Evangelina of Leventi was rife with complications, it was the need to cultivate bonds and the desire to further explore the world that drove her forward. Their encounter was entirely coincidental, but their meeting, in some ways, seemed like to providence, for even as she could report Ana to authority, she could also serve as a guide through the university. She even invited Ana to attend a class with her! So, it was to Ana's benefit to not overly aggravate the woman and she kept that in mind as she listened to Evangelina.
"To each their own, my lady. I could not live without others to talk to, and returning to my home would be a disservice to my purpose on dry land."
She offered a soft chuckle, keeping to the story behind her moniker without missing a beat. Then, the pair of them stepped into the classroom and Anastasia allowed the words to hang behind them as she took a seat next to Evangelina. Of course, eyes were upon the both of them. Anastasia offered an easy smile before she simply looked away, not of the mind to address the whispers that seemed to course in the rows ahead of them. Rather than focus on the rest, Anastasia had eyes particularly on Evangelina. She was interesting, if a bit fussy. She seemed at odds with what Ana said and how she operated, which was, in various ways, quite amusing to her.
Then, there was the reaction to Anastasia's words as she spoke them in hushed tones in the classroom, and she couldn't help but let the smile form, a momentary lapse before she let the feigned disinterest that Evangelina suggested settle upon her visage once again. She raised a hand, carefully looking over her nails as if they were the most important thing in the world. Though she did not directly look at Evie, she certainly listened intently, a slight shrug of the shoulders acknowledging her words of caution before she leaned towards the woman to breathe into her ear,
"And that matter would be handled accordingly should it have transpired, Lady Evangelina. You'll find me quite... full of surprises," she whispered, a slight tease in her words before she moved and looked over Evangelina's paints and easels with a curious expression. She hadn't brought anything of the sort with her, of course, having come and expected only to sight see. She'd either have to skive off of Evie or simply act as the subject for her paintings. Either method was fine with her.
"I said that already, didn't I? It is satisfying, to quench the thirst of curiosity with the elixir of knowledge. Anything but a direct confrontation with the means of education is mere speculation. It is worth whatever 'risk' there is of being apprehended for the satisfaction of getting what I want."
She meant that in oh so many ways, but Evangelina need not learn about the thieving nature of Anastasia of the Siren's Song.
Anastasia was an intensely social creature. The very nature of her profession demanded it. But, before she chose her profession, she'd come to terms with who she was. Even when life sought to break Anastasia, she refused to bow to it. She neglected the side of her that sought to bend to the forces of darkness and sought to bathe in the light. Part of that, in her experience, was abandoning it in the service of others. While an intensely selfish person, Anastasia flourished in the attention that one could gain from being generous with their time. The bard entertained, she formed relationships, she created opportunities for herself.
Just like she did now.
While her time with Evangelina of Leventi was rife with complications, it was the need to cultivate bonds and the desire to further explore the world that drove her forward. Their encounter was entirely coincidental, but their meeting, in some ways, seemed like to providence, for even as she could report Ana to authority, she could also serve as a guide through the university. She even invited Ana to attend a class with her! So, it was to Ana's benefit to not overly aggravate the woman and she kept that in mind as she listened to Evangelina.
"To each their own, my lady. I could not live without others to talk to, and returning to my home would be a disservice to my purpose on dry land."
She offered a soft chuckle, keeping to the story behind her moniker without missing a beat. Then, the pair of them stepped into the classroom and Anastasia allowed the words to hang behind them as she took a seat next to Evangelina. Of course, eyes were upon the both of them. Anastasia offered an easy smile before she simply looked away, not of the mind to address the whispers that seemed to course in the rows ahead of them. Rather than focus on the rest, Anastasia had eyes particularly on Evangelina. She was interesting, if a bit fussy. She seemed at odds with what Ana said and how she operated, which was, in various ways, quite amusing to her.
Then, there was the reaction to Anastasia's words as she spoke them in hushed tones in the classroom, and she couldn't help but let the smile form, a momentary lapse before she let the feigned disinterest that Evangelina suggested settle upon her visage once again. She raised a hand, carefully looking over her nails as if they were the most important thing in the world. Though she did not directly look at Evie, she certainly listened intently, a slight shrug of the shoulders acknowledging her words of caution before she leaned towards the woman to breathe into her ear,
"And that matter would be handled accordingly should it have transpired, Lady Evangelina. You'll find me quite... full of surprises," she whispered, a slight tease in her words before she moved and looked over Evangelina's paints and easels with a curious expression. She hadn't brought anything of the sort with her, of course, having come and expected only to sight see. She'd either have to skive off of Evie or simply act as the subject for her paintings. Either method was fine with her.
"I said that already, didn't I? It is satisfying, to quench the thirst of curiosity with the elixir of knowledge. Anything but a direct confrontation with the means of education is mere speculation. It is worth whatever 'risk' there is of being apprehended for the satisfaction of getting what I want."
She meant that in oh so many ways, but Evangelina need not learn about the thieving nature of Anastasia of the Siren's Song.
Evangelina of Leventi was a closet dreamer. To the world, she liked to know why things worked the way they did, but she didn’t drift into imaginary worlds or wild daydreams, at least, not when anyone else was round. That was something she shared only with her horses. They were her closest confidants. They held her secrets better than any human ever could or would. She was sure of that. In her world, the horses danced and she was as much a part of them as they were a part of her.
A voiceless sigh escaped her, that’s where she wanted to be right then. In a field with Altair, her legs wrapped around his great white barrel as he danced beneath her. That was the only magic she really believed in. It was her salvation and her sanity. Being here, with all of these people… it was some foreign form of torture that made her want to bang her head against the nearest wall. Each day felt like they were trying to find some new way for her to fail. It was a disaster, except it was a disaster that she was going to endure. She was going to fix whatever flaws she had for Nikos. He’d understand his mistake.
Her companions' slight chuckle brought her back to this reality as she spoke. ‘To each their own, my lady. I could not live without others to talk to, and returning to my home would be a disservice to my purpose on dry land.’ Blinking her dark eyes, she made brief contact with Anastasia before looking away. Her purpose on dry land? The imagery was a bit lost on Evangelina but she mustered up a faint smile and nodded in reply.
Truthfully, Evangelina might momentarily consider running away to join a troupe and indulge in the life of a tumbleweed rolling across the world from place to place. Then reality would seep in and she’d realize how much she depended upon her deeply rooted soul. The way she yearned for the security of a home and a place that was as much a part of her as the air she breathed in. Dreams were indulgences that she couldn’t afford when the things she wanted were the exact opposite of those dreams.
‘And that matter would be handled accordingly should it have transpired, Lady Evangelina. You'll find me quite... full of surprises,’ There was a flirtatious tease lingering in the bard’s words that caused Evangelina’s eyebrows to inch upward just a little. ‘I said that already, didn't I? It is satisfying, to quench the thirst of curiosity with the elixir of knowledge. Anything but a direct confrontation with the means of education is mere speculation. It is worth whatever 'risk' there is of being apprehended for the satisfaction of getting what I want.’
Evangelina could only stare at the bard, her mouth hanging open just a little from surprise. After a moment she closed it, clearing her throat and looked away. People thought she was the troublemaker of the family… what did Anastasia’s family think about her. She didn’t for one moment believe the woman was born of the sea. Poseidon would never let such a comely creature out of the sea. He wasn’t exactly known for being a relaxed sort of man willing to loosen his grip on what he deemed his.
Snapping her mouth shut, she looked away pointing her nose just a little up into the air and with a bit of a cutting tone, “I don’t think you know what you want…”
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Evangelina of Leventi was a closet dreamer. To the world, she liked to know why things worked the way they did, but she didn’t drift into imaginary worlds or wild daydreams, at least, not when anyone else was round. That was something she shared only with her horses. They were her closest confidants. They held her secrets better than any human ever could or would. She was sure of that. In her world, the horses danced and she was as much a part of them as they were a part of her.
A voiceless sigh escaped her, that’s where she wanted to be right then. In a field with Altair, her legs wrapped around his great white barrel as he danced beneath her. That was the only magic she really believed in. It was her salvation and her sanity. Being here, with all of these people… it was some foreign form of torture that made her want to bang her head against the nearest wall. Each day felt like they were trying to find some new way for her to fail. It was a disaster, except it was a disaster that she was going to endure. She was going to fix whatever flaws she had for Nikos. He’d understand his mistake.
Her companions' slight chuckle brought her back to this reality as she spoke. ‘To each their own, my lady. I could not live without others to talk to, and returning to my home would be a disservice to my purpose on dry land.’ Blinking her dark eyes, she made brief contact with Anastasia before looking away. Her purpose on dry land? The imagery was a bit lost on Evangelina but she mustered up a faint smile and nodded in reply.
Truthfully, Evangelina might momentarily consider running away to join a troupe and indulge in the life of a tumbleweed rolling across the world from place to place. Then reality would seep in and she’d realize how much she depended upon her deeply rooted soul. The way she yearned for the security of a home and a place that was as much a part of her as the air she breathed in. Dreams were indulgences that she couldn’t afford when the things she wanted were the exact opposite of those dreams.
‘And that matter would be handled accordingly should it have transpired, Lady Evangelina. You'll find me quite... full of surprises,’ There was a flirtatious tease lingering in the bard’s words that caused Evangelina’s eyebrows to inch upward just a little. ‘I said that already, didn't I? It is satisfying, to quench the thirst of curiosity with the elixir of knowledge. Anything but a direct confrontation with the means of education is mere speculation. It is worth whatever 'risk' there is of being apprehended for the satisfaction of getting what I want.’
Evangelina could only stare at the bard, her mouth hanging open just a little from surprise. After a moment she closed it, clearing her throat and looked away. People thought she was the troublemaker of the family… what did Anastasia’s family think about her. She didn’t for one moment believe the woman was born of the sea. Poseidon would never let such a comely creature out of the sea. He wasn’t exactly known for being a relaxed sort of man willing to loosen his grip on what he deemed his.
Snapping her mouth shut, she looked away pointing her nose just a little up into the air and with a bit of a cutting tone, “I don’t think you know what you want…”
Evangelina of Leventi was a closet dreamer. To the world, she liked to know why things worked the way they did, but she didn’t drift into imaginary worlds or wild daydreams, at least, not when anyone else was round. That was something she shared only with her horses. They were her closest confidants. They held her secrets better than any human ever could or would. She was sure of that. In her world, the horses danced and she was as much a part of them as they were a part of her.
A voiceless sigh escaped her, that’s where she wanted to be right then. In a field with Altair, her legs wrapped around his great white barrel as he danced beneath her. That was the only magic she really believed in. It was her salvation and her sanity. Being here, with all of these people… it was some foreign form of torture that made her want to bang her head against the nearest wall. Each day felt like they were trying to find some new way for her to fail. It was a disaster, except it was a disaster that she was going to endure. She was going to fix whatever flaws she had for Nikos. He’d understand his mistake.
Her companions' slight chuckle brought her back to this reality as she spoke. ‘To each their own, my lady. I could not live without others to talk to, and returning to my home would be a disservice to my purpose on dry land.’ Blinking her dark eyes, she made brief contact with Anastasia before looking away. Her purpose on dry land? The imagery was a bit lost on Evangelina but she mustered up a faint smile and nodded in reply.
Truthfully, Evangelina might momentarily consider running away to join a troupe and indulge in the life of a tumbleweed rolling across the world from place to place. Then reality would seep in and she’d realize how much she depended upon her deeply rooted soul. The way she yearned for the security of a home and a place that was as much a part of her as the air she breathed in. Dreams were indulgences that she couldn’t afford when the things she wanted were the exact opposite of those dreams.
‘And that matter would be handled accordingly should it have transpired, Lady Evangelina. You'll find me quite... full of surprises,’ There was a flirtatious tease lingering in the bard’s words that caused Evangelina’s eyebrows to inch upward just a little. ‘I said that already, didn't I? It is satisfying, to quench the thirst of curiosity with the elixir of knowledge. Anything but a direct confrontation with the means of education is mere speculation. It is worth whatever 'risk' there is of being apprehended for the satisfaction of getting what I want.’
Evangelina could only stare at the bard, her mouth hanging open just a little from surprise. After a moment she closed it, clearing her throat and looked away. People thought she was the troublemaker of the family… what did Anastasia’s family think about her. She didn’t for one moment believe the woman was born of the sea. Poseidon would never let such a comely creature out of the sea. He wasn’t exactly known for being a relaxed sort of man willing to loosen his grip on what he deemed his.
Snapping her mouth shut, she looked away pointing her nose just a little up into the air and with a bit of a cutting tone, “I don’t think you know what you want…”
"I don't think you know what you want..."
Spoken with a jarring tone, as if everything that Anastasia had said was incomprehensible dribble, the bard was curious. She'd listened to her words, watched as the stare that Evangelina thrust upon her widened, her mouth hanging agape from what she'd heard. Was it so odd, for her to enjoy the lifestyle of a traveler? Did Evangelina have some sort of notion that only men could find some sort of satisfaction in it? The bard was no waif in the wind, to be pulled to and fro by mere whimsy alone. She chose the life she led carefully, her innate need for attention fusing perfectly with her knowledge of the many myths of the Gods and an innate, yearning need for adventure after the years she'd spent shackled to a man's home and coaxed only by his will.
Yes, Anastasia's stories were lies, the truth a sacrifice to the many Gods that she worshipped so that their tales might endure the ages. So many parents told the stories to their children, of the Gods that ruled over the world. But, how many truly basked in their glory in their adulthood? How many pious worshipers truly gave themselves over to the very flawed, but powerful deities that ruled every aspect of their existence? It is in the nature of humanity to doubt, she'd always justified to herself. She remembered it every time she wove a tale, placing the Gods upon their proper pedastal, to be revered despite their imperfections.
The Gods made us as they are. Imperfect baubles to be treasured but left untouched.
So, the idea of Anastasia not knowing what she wanted was utterly absurd to her. She wanted to spin lies, myths and lessons given out, to gratify the beings who, surely, stole her away from the horrors she'd once known. To her, it mattered not when someone believed in her words, for the tales were not woven for that purpose. Entertainment, distraction from reality, worship of the Gods, and then, in the midst of it all, a ruse. A protection for another form of worship that she kept buried deep within her heart. One that truly allowed for Anastasia freedom that her modest donations during her tale weaving could never truly give her.
People see and believe what they want to see and believe. How many people will believe me for who I am, just by my pretty face?
It was laughable, that Evangelina could make that assessment and say it with a straight face.
But, to allow Evangelina her bit of reassurance in her words spoken, she shrugged her shoulder, a sort of coyness in her expression as she let a moment of false pondering cast the thoughtfulness upon her features.
"I don't think my wants are so complicated as to be obscured to me," she ventured before she tilted her head towards the front of the classroom.
"Isn't there meant to be an instructor here and some sort of lesson to be learned?"
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"I don't think you know what you want..."
Spoken with a jarring tone, as if everything that Anastasia had said was incomprehensible dribble, the bard was curious. She'd listened to her words, watched as the stare that Evangelina thrust upon her widened, her mouth hanging agape from what she'd heard. Was it so odd, for her to enjoy the lifestyle of a traveler? Did Evangelina have some sort of notion that only men could find some sort of satisfaction in it? The bard was no waif in the wind, to be pulled to and fro by mere whimsy alone. She chose the life she led carefully, her innate need for attention fusing perfectly with her knowledge of the many myths of the Gods and an innate, yearning need for adventure after the years she'd spent shackled to a man's home and coaxed only by his will.
Yes, Anastasia's stories were lies, the truth a sacrifice to the many Gods that she worshipped so that their tales might endure the ages. So many parents told the stories to their children, of the Gods that ruled over the world. But, how many truly basked in their glory in their adulthood? How many pious worshipers truly gave themselves over to the very flawed, but powerful deities that ruled every aspect of their existence? It is in the nature of humanity to doubt, she'd always justified to herself. She remembered it every time she wove a tale, placing the Gods upon their proper pedastal, to be revered despite their imperfections.
The Gods made us as they are. Imperfect baubles to be treasured but left untouched.
So, the idea of Anastasia not knowing what she wanted was utterly absurd to her. She wanted to spin lies, myths and lessons given out, to gratify the beings who, surely, stole her away from the horrors she'd once known. To her, it mattered not when someone believed in her words, for the tales were not woven for that purpose. Entertainment, distraction from reality, worship of the Gods, and then, in the midst of it all, a ruse. A protection for another form of worship that she kept buried deep within her heart. One that truly allowed for Anastasia freedom that her modest donations during her tale weaving could never truly give her.
People see and believe what they want to see and believe. How many people will believe me for who I am, just by my pretty face?
It was laughable, that Evangelina could make that assessment and say it with a straight face.
But, to allow Evangelina her bit of reassurance in her words spoken, she shrugged her shoulder, a sort of coyness in her expression as she let a moment of false pondering cast the thoughtfulness upon her features.
"I don't think my wants are so complicated as to be obscured to me," she ventured before she tilted her head towards the front of the classroom.
"Isn't there meant to be an instructor here and some sort of lesson to be learned?"
"I don't think you know what you want..."
Spoken with a jarring tone, as if everything that Anastasia had said was incomprehensible dribble, the bard was curious. She'd listened to her words, watched as the stare that Evangelina thrust upon her widened, her mouth hanging agape from what she'd heard. Was it so odd, for her to enjoy the lifestyle of a traveler? Did Evangelina have some sort of notion that only men could find some sort of satisfaction in it? The bard was no waif in the wind, to be pulled to and fro by mere whimsy alone. She chose the life she led carefully, her innate need for attention fusing perfectly with her knowledge of the many myths of the Gods and an innate, yearning need for adventure after the years she'd spent shackled to a man's home and coaxed only by his will.
Yes, Anastasia's stories were lies, the truth a sacrifice to the many Gods that she worshipped so that their tales might endure the ages. So many parents told the stories to their children, of the Gods that ruled over the world. But, how many truly basked in their glory in their adulthood? How many pious worshipers truly gave themselves over to the very flawed, but powerful deities that ruled every aspect of their existence? It is in the nature of humanity to doubt, she'd always justified to herself. She remembered it every time she wove a tale, placing the Gods upon their proper pedastal, to be revered despite their imperfections.
The Gods made us as they are. Imperfect baubles to be treasured but left untouched.
So, the idea of Anastasia not knowing what she wanted was utterly absurd to her. She wanted to spin lies, myths and lessons given out, to gratify the beings who, surely, stole her away from the horrors she'd once known. To her, it mattered not when someone believed in her words, for the tales were not woven for that purpose. Entertainment, distraction from reality, worship of the Gods, and then, in the midst of it all, a ruse. A protection for another form of worship that she kept buried deep within her heart. One that truly allowed for Anastasia freedom that her modest donations during her tale weaving could never truly give her.
People see and believe what they want to see and believe. How many people will believe me for who I am, just by my pretty face?
It was laughable, that Evangelina could make that assessment and say it with a straight face.
But, to allow Evangelina her bit of reassurance in her words spoken, she shrugged her shoulder, a sort of coyness in her expression as she let a moment of false pondering cast the thoughtfulness upon her features.
"I don't think my wants are so complicated as to be obscured to me," she ventured before she tilted her head towards the front of the classroom.
"Isn't there meant to be an instructor here and some sort of lesson to be learned?"