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The day was balmy and there was a warmth to the air. But Neena still felt the sliding coolness of the sea air and the way that the humility of the weather would stick and cling to her skin. Whilst she had spent the first few years of her life on board a ship, constantly sprayed with seafoam, for the larger part of her existence on earth, Neena had been used to the dry heat of the deserts of Africa. This level of humidity, whilst pretty in the shining air and in the dew that it offered to the flowers and decorations in the city, was not so much to her liking.
Still, travel and experience were about new things! And Neena was all for the new! Even if it didn't agree with her hair. Which now stood almost entirely on end like she had been shocked out of her skin. She had attempted to tame it and tie it back with a bit of string but all she had managed to do was keep the fuzzy, curly locks close to her head and then permitted to string into madness as soon as they reached the other side of the band. She looked like one of those old haloed pictures in Judea, only with a black aura around her head instead of gold.
If Neena cared what she looked like, however, she wouldn't have lived her life on the streets and her disregard for what people thought of her was clear as she wandered the streets of Vasiliadon and stared at anything and everything that she liked. Her mouth hung open, her eyes shot wide, her hands itched to touch. She smiled when she saw street performers; dancers and singers, earning a little coin and whilst she had nothing to offer them herself made a point of complimenting their work loudly enough that others might part with a little money in her stead.
She continued on and enjoyed the smells and scents of bakeries and meat stores nearby - held a moment of disappointment that she had nothing to pay for such things with - and then continued on her way with a mental chastisement. She wouldn't waste her coin on something she didn't need, even if she had it - she had eaten her morning repast with her patient Lukos and their grumpy housekeeper Kreios. She didn't need more food than that for the rest of the day...
Noticing an interesting structure around the corner of a street, Neena moved to inspect further and was surprised to find an open temple. All the sacred places in Judea and Egypt were sheltered and enclosed - some were even underground they were so private in their holiness. But this one was open to the elements.
Unknown to the impressed Neena, this particular temple was actually quite a small one. With a simple structure of Poseidon beneath a dome circle of columns, a little moat of stone and water had been constructed around it, which a single step might see one of the faithful over. Small, pretty and polished white with care and honour, it was startling in the sunshine that poured in between the pillars and amongst its structure.
"Whoa..." Neena murmured to herself, the words leaving her lips on a joyous exclamation of approval. It was so very pretty.
Stepping forward without watching where she was going, Neena immediate put a foot into the little marble trench that sported the transparent water that caught her immediate interest.
Looking down at the foot that was now submerged, flip flop and all, as the sand and dirt from her toes stained the waters dark, Neena crouched down, placed the tip of her finger into the water and then licked it. Her curiosity and suspicion were correct when she recognised the water as salty. Sea water for the God of the sea. It made sense.
Smiling and the cool way that the water rushed around her toes, Neena added her second foot into the little water way and immediately began walking through it, following the line of the structure around the circle of the little temple so that she might see it from all angles, having no idea of the disgrace and insult she was offering to the great God of the Oceans...
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The day was balmy and there was a warmth to the air. But Neena still felt the sliding coolness of the sea air and the way that the humility of the weather would stick and cling to her skin. Whilst she had spent the first few years of her life on board a ship, constantly sprayed with seafoam, for the larger part of her existence on earth, Neena had been used to the dry heat of the deserts of Africa. This level of humidity, whilst pretty in the shining air and in the dew that it offered to the flowers and decorations in the city, was not so much to her liking.
Still, travel and experience were about new things! And Neena was all for the new! Even if it didn't agree with her hair. Which now stood almost entirely on end like she had been shocked out of her skin. She had attempted to tame it and tie it back with a bit of string but all she had managed to do was keep the fuzzy, curly locks close to her head and then permitted to string into madness as soon as they reached the other side of the band. She looked like one of those old haloed pictures in Judea, only with a black aura around her head instead of gold.
If Neena cared what she looked like, however, she wouldn't have lived her life on the streets and her disregard for what people thought of her was clear as she wandered the streets of Vasiliadon and stared at anything and everything that she liked. Her mouth hung open, her eyes shot wide, her hands itched to touch. She smiled when she saw street performers; dancers and singers, earning a little coin and whilst she had nothing to offer them herself made a point of complimenting their work loudly enough that others might part with a little money in her stead.
She continued on and enjoyed the smells and scents of bakeries and meat stores nearby - held a moment of disappointment that she had nothing to pay for such things with - and then continued on her way with a mental chastisement. She wouldn't waste her coin on something she didn't need, even if she had it - she had eaten her morning repast with her patient Lukos and their grumpy housekeeper Kreios. She didn't need more food than that for the rest of the day...
Noticing an interesting structure around the corner of a street, Neena moved to inspect further and was surprised to find an open temple. All the sacred places in Judea and Egypt were sheltered and enclosed - some were even underground they were so private in their holiness. But this one was open to the elements.
Unknown to the impressed Neena, this particular temple was actually quite a small one. With a simple structure of Poseidon beneath a dome circle of columns, a little moat of stone and water had been constructed around it, which a single step might see one of the faithful over. Small, pretty and polished white with care and honour, it was startling in the sunshine that poured in between the pillars and amongst its structure.
"Whoa..." Neena murmured to herself, the words leaving her lips on a joyous exclamation of approval. It was so very pretty.
Stepping forward without watching where she was going, Neena immediate put a foot into the little marble trench that sported the transparent water that caught her immediate interest.
Looking down at the foot that was now submerged, flip flop and all, as the sand and dirt from her toes stained the waters dark, Neena crouched down, placed the tip of her finger into the water and then licked it. Her curiosity and suspicion were correct when she recognised the water as salty. Sea water for the God of the sea. It made sense.
Smiling and the cool way that the water rushed around her toes, Neena added her second foot into the little water way and immediately began walking through it, following the line of the structure around the circle of the little temple so that she might see it from all angles, having no idea of the disgrace and insult she was offering to the great God of the Oceans...
The day was balmy and there was a warmth to the air. But Neena still felt the sliding coolness of the sea air and the way that the humility of the weather would stick and cling to her skin. Whilst she had spent the first few years of her life on board a ship, constantly sprayed with seafoam, for the larger part of her existence on earth, Neena had been used to the dry heat of the deserts of Africa. This level of humidity, whilst pretty in the shining air and in the dew that it offered to the flowers and decorations in the city, was not so much to her liking.
Still, travel and experience were about new things! And Neena was all for the new! Even if it didn't agree with her hair. Which now stood almost entirely on end like she had been shocked out of her skin. She had attempted to tame it and tie it back with a bit of string but all she had managed to do was keep the fuzzy, curly locks close to her head and then permitted to string into madness as soon as they reached the other side of the band. She looked like one of those old haloed pictures in Judea, only with a black aura around her head instead of gold.
If Neena cared what she looked like, however, she wouldn't have lived her life on the streets and her disregard for what people thought of her was clear as she wandered the streets of Vasiliadon and stared at anything and everything that she liked. Her mouth hung open, her eyes shot wide, her hands itched to touch. She smiled when she saw street performers; dancers and singers, earning a little coin and whilst she had nothing to offer them herself made a point of complimenting their work loudly enough that others might part with a little money in her stead.
She continued on and enjoyed the smells and scents of bakeries and meat stores nearby - held a moment of disappointment that she had nothing to pay for such things with - and then continued on her way with a mental chastisement. She wouldn't waste her coin on something she didn't need, even if she had it - she had eaten her morning repast with her patient Lukos and their grumpy housekeeper Kreios. She didn't need more food than that for the rest of the day...
Noticing an interesting structure around the corner of a street, Neena moved to inspect further and was surprised to find an open temple. All the sacred places in Judea and Egypt were sheltered and enclosed - some were even underground they were so private in their holiness. But this one was open to the elements.
Unknown to the impressed Neena, this particular temple was actually quite a small one. With a simple structure of Poseidon beneath a dome circle of columns, a little moat of stone and water had been constructed around it, which a single step might see one of the faithful over. Small, pretty and polished white with care and honour, it was startling in the sunshine that poured in between the pillars and amongst its structure.
"Whoa..." Neena murmured to herself, the words leaving her lips on a joyous exclamation of approval. It was so very pretty.
Stepping forward without watching where she was going, Neena immediate put a foot into the little marble trench that sported the transparent water that caught her immediate interest.
Looking down at the foot that was now submerged, flip flop and all, as the sand and dirt from her toes stained the waters dark, Neena crouched down, placed the tip of her finger into the water and then licked it. Her curiosity and suspicion were correct when she recognised the water as salty. Sea water for the God of the sea. It made sense.
Smiling and the cool way that the water rushed around her toes, Neena added her second foot into the little water way and immediately began walking through it, following the line of the structure around the circle of the little temple so that she might see it from all angles, having no idea of the disgrace and insult she was offering to the great God of the Oceans...
It had been many months since she had last been to the temple of Poseidon, Kalliope wasn't even sure why she felt the needed to visit now after having left her family shop and started a life of her own as a retainer for the princess. After years of being treated like something that could make a profit to becoming as breakable as a wave against a rock, Kalliope had left after her father made the trip home and never looked back. The months passed, meeting new people and running into interesting faces, Kalliope could only think of how she wished her mother was there. Was her father ok and did he make it home safely?
So now there she was, at the temple with 2 baskets on her arms. One basket had her offering to the ocean god, hoping that on the day her father left the great god had a fair temperament to allow him to get home safe. Not that she would know now, but with her offering, she hoped for future safe travels for her family as well. Having saved her money that she made the basket contained fresh pike and mackerel fish wrapped in seaweed, a handful of small pearls, and a single abalone shell that she found on the beach the first day that she came to Taengea all those years ago. The other basket contained a small feast of lunch for herself, though cook packed enough to feed three people. Kalli could still hear the woman's words 'You are too thin, you need to eat more. Here, eat this!'. She was sure that there were loaves of warm bread, fruit, cheeses, and a small bottle of olive oil for dipping. Her guard stayed outside when she made her way in the temple, knowing he could see her if needed since it was open-air, and Kalli could hear water splashing around. "Hello?"
Kalliope couldn't see the girl in front of her playing in the pools, but she could hear her.
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It had been many months since she had last been to the temple of Poseidon, Kalliope wasn't even sure why she felt the needed to visit now after having left her family shop and started a life of her own as a retainer for the princess. After years of being treated like something that could make a profit to becoming as breakable as a wave against a rock, Kalliope had left after her father made the trip home and never looked back. The months passed, meeting new people and running into interesting faces, Kalliope could only think of how she wished her mother was there. Was her father ok and did he make it home safely?
So now there she was, at the temple with 2 baskets on her arms. One basket had her offering to the ocean god, hoping that on the day her father left the great god had a fair temperament to allow him to get home safe. Not that she would know now, but with her offering, she hoped for future safe travels for her family as well. Having saved her money that she made the basket contained fresh pike and mackerel fish wrapped in seaweed, a handful of small pearls, and a single abalone shell that she found on the beach the first day that she came to Taengea all those years ago. The other basket contained a small feast of lunch for herself, though cook packed enough to feed three people. Kalli could still hear the woman's words 'You are too thin, you need to eat more. Here, eat this!'. She was sure that there were loaves of warm bread, fruit, cheeses, and a small bottle of olive oil for dipping. Her guard stayed outside when she made her way in the temple, knowing he could see her if needed since it was open-air, and Kalli could hear water splashing around. "Hello?"
Kalliope couldn't see the girl in front of her playing in the pools, but she could hear her.
It had been many months since she had last been to the temple of Poseidon, Kalliope wasn't even sure why she felt the needed to visit now after having left her family shop and started a life of her own as a retainer for the princess. After years of being treated like something that could make a profit to becoming as breakable as a wave against a rock, Kalliope had left after her father made the trip home and never looked back. The months passed, meeting new people and running into interesting faces, Kalliope could only think of how she wished her mother was there. Was her father ok and did he make it home safely?
So now there she was, at the temple with 2 baskets on her arms. One basket had her offering to the ocean god, hoping that on the day her father left the great god had a fair temperament to allow him to get home safe. Not that she would know now, but with her offering, she hoped for future safe travels for her family as well. Having saved her money that she made the basket contained fresh pike and mackerel fish wrapped in seaweed, a handful of small pearls, and a single abalone shell that she found on the beach the first day that she came to Taengea all those years ago. The other basket contained a small feast of lunch for herself, though cook packed enough to feed three people. Kalli could still hear the woman's words 'You are too thin, you need to eat more. Here, eat this!'. She was sure that there were loaves of warm bread, fruit, cheeses, and a small bottle of olive oil for dipping. Her guard stayed outside when she made her way in the temple, knowing he could see her if needed since it was open-air, and Kalli could hear water splashing around. "Hello?"
Kalliope couldn't see the girl in front of her playing in the pools, but she could hear her.
Neena had made almost a complete circuit of the temple, her feet cool in the waters that lapped around her ankles and between her two toes. She was smiling at the softness of it all, used to sand and grit rubbing her feet raw. There was something quite soothing about the water she walked through and, given it was in the shadow, it remained cool to the touch.
As she came around the opposing side of the temple, the walkway trenches leading her back to the front entryway, she noted the appearance of a figure at the door. Thinking little more of it, she continued her circular wander, growing closer and closer to the girl and then looked up in surprise when the woman called out into the temple.
Her single word - a question for confirmation that someone was there - was an odd one to Neena. For she was standing practically in front of her. Why did she need to speak with such uncertainty?
With eyes narrowing, Neena was too far away to note any clouding in the girl's eyes or recognise that she was blind. Instead, she was left confused but curious, as she waded a little further around the little trenches so that she was near directly before the newcomers.
"Hey there." She said with a brightness of spirit. There was an accent to her Greek that she had yet to get rid of but her language skills were rudimentary enough for basic, understandable conversation. "I was just exploring the place. You should come see! They have these little pools of salt water. Cool huh?"
And she paddled her feet a little more to make a splashing sound, the water lapping a little over the edges of its trench or up Neena's skins, leaving her skin brown and glistening.
"They're doing my feet the world of good. I can actually see my toe nails properly now!" Before, they had been caked with sand and dirt in a way that had them melding into the dark skin of the toes. Now they were bright and clean and, as she straightened her feet and stuck her toes out of the tops of the waterline, she could see each pink nail glistening.
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Neena had made almost a complete circuit of the temple, her feet cool in the waters that lapped around her ankles and between her two toes. She was smiling at the softness of it all, used to sand and grit rubbing her feet raw. There was something quite soothing about the water she walked through and, given it was in the shadow, it remained cool to the touch.
As she came around the opposing side of the temple, the walkway trenches leading her back to the front entryway, she noted the appearance of a figure at the door. Thinking little more of it, she continued her circular wander, growing closer and closer to the girl and then looked up in surprise when the woman called out into the temple.
Her single word - a question for confirmation that someone was there - was an odd one to Neena. For she was standing practically in front of her. Why did she need to speak with such uncertainty?
With eyes narrowing, Neena was too far away to note any clouding in the girl's eyes or recognise that she was blind. Instead, she was left confused but curious, as she waded a little further around the little trenches so that she was near directly before the newcomers.
"Hey there." She said with a brightness of spirit. There was an accent to her Greek that she had yet to get rid of but her language skills were rudimentary enough for basic, understandable conversation. "I was just exploring the place. You should come see! They have these little pools of salt water. Cool huh?"
And she paddled her feet a little more to make a splashing sound, the water lapping a little over the edges of its trench or up Neena's skins, leaving her skin brown and glistening.
"They're doing my feet the world of good. I can actually see my toe nails properly now!" Before, they had been caked with sand and dirt in a way that had them melding into the dark skin of the toes. Now they were bright and clean and, as she straightened her feet and stuck her toes out of the tops of the waterline, she could see each pink nail glistening.
Neena had made almost a complete circuit of the temple, her feet cool in the waters that lapped around her ankles and between her two toes. She was smiling at the softness of it all, used to sand and grit rubbing her feet raw. There was something quite soothing about the water she walked through and, given it was in the shadow, it remained cool to the touch.
As she came around the opposing side of the temple, the walkway trenches leading her back to the front entryway, she noted the appearance of a figure at the door. Thinking little more of it, she continued her circular wander, growing closer and closer to the girl and then looked up in surprise when the woman called out into the temple.
Her single word - a question for confirmation that someone was there - was an odd one to Neena. For she was standing practically in front of her. Why did she need to speak with such uncertainty?
With eyes narrowing, Neena was too far away to note any clouding in the girl's eyes or recognise that she was blind. Instead, she was left confused but curious, as she waded a little further around the little trenches so that she was near directly before the newcomers.
"Hey there." She said with a brightness of spirit. There was an accent to her Greek that she had yet to get rid of but her language skills were rudimentary enough for basic, understandable conversation. "I was just exploring the place. You should come see! They have these little pools of salt water. Cool huh?"
And she paddled her feet a little more to make a splashing sound, the water lapping a little over the edges of its trench or up Neena's skins, leaving her skin brown and glistening.
"They're doing my feet the world of good. I can actually see my toe nails properly now!" Before, they had been caked with sand and dirt in a way that had them melding into the dark skin of the toes. Now they were bright and clean and, as she straightened her feet and stuck her toes out of the tops of the waterline, she could see each pink nail glistening.