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Eleven months. That was how long Marietta’s artwork had suffered and music spoiled. Well, that language was a tad harsh. The works were beautiful in their own right. It was laced with sadness and guilt, anger and betrayal. Her strings on her harp were worn not by her fingers as she ran across them, but by the tears that slipped from her face as she played. For eleven months her works were riddled with the emotions Marietta refused to feel. Eleven months too long.
On this winter day Marietta sat by her window and watched the small flurries fall to the ground. They twisted and turned in the gentle wind, before melting away at the smallest touch. This landscape was what Marietta should paint. It was peaceful, it was serene. It lacked the emotion that the young woman was feeling. It was clean, a fresh start. And yet as Marietta went to paint, once again it twisted. The snow that melted represented loss, and the wind an angry turbulent mind.
Fury. That was what Marietta felt. She jumped to her feet, hands shoving the half painted vase from the table of which it sat. Crash. She was tired of this ineptitude. She was exhausted with her creations. What she painted may differ in subject. It may be of a real place or a figment of Marietta’s imagination, but the underlying message was still laced in each and every artwork. Even the music she played was identical. Marietta was in a rut, one of which she had no clear way out of. And no amount of praying to Apollo, no attempts to change her head-space, have bore any fruit.
A change of environment, perhaps that was what Marietta needed. Or maybe better understanding of the world of which she lived in. Artists used their knowledge in their work to produce amazing things. Maybe what Marietta needed in order to make this function was a better understanding of snow. She could draw inspiration from others’ experiences and create from their perspective rather than her own. Yes, that was exactly what she needed. A change of pace, a different viewpoint.
What better way to see another’s thoughts than the library? After calming herself, Marietta left her home. The wind was like a nibble on her flesh. She felt it, the cold temperature sliding across her skin, reminding her that she was alive. And the snow was like small kisses, melting into nothingness as soon as they landed on her hand. Marietta in a better state would find so much joy over such a simple little moment. But her mind now was closed to the inspiration the world around her gave, and instead fixated on her mission ahead: Research.
The trip to the library was uneventful enough. Marietta finally felt her muscles relax when she entered through the doors and saw all of the scrolls that lined the wall. She let out the breath she didn’t even realize she was holding. Would she even find something of snow here? Maybe not, but there could be other subjects of which could grab her attention and drive her to create better artworks. She just had to search.
Marietta first put her supplies on one of the tables before getting to work. She pulled scroll after scroll, reading for a while before placing it aside. Marietta would then attempt sketches, trying to at least form some idea of what she wanted. But each and every attempt was a failure, and as time passed she grew more and more frustrated. Marietta suddenly pushed her chair to get more scrolls when her hand brushed against the papers sending them scattering to the floor.
Where is my head today? Marietta thought frustrated as she bent down to collect them. Her face was flushed, hating to have thought she was creating a scene.
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Eleven months. That was how long Marietta’s artwork had suffered and music spoiled. Well, that language was a tad harsh. The works were beautiful in their own right. It was laced with sadness and guilt, anger and betrayal. Her strings on her harp were worn not by her fingers as she ran across them, but by the tears that slipped from her face as she played. For eleven months her works were riddled with the emotions Marietta refused to feel. Eleven months too long.
On this winter day Marietta sat by her window and watched the small flurries fall to the ground. They twisted and turned in the gentle wind, before melting away at the smallest touch. This landscape was what Marietta should paint. It was peaceful, it was serene. It lacked the emotion that the young woman was feeling. It was clean, a fresh start. And yet as Marietta went to paint, once again it twisted. The snow that melted represented loss, and the wind an angry turbulent mind.
Fury. That was what Marietta felt. She jumped to her feet, hands shoving the half painted vase from the table of which it sat. Crash. She was tired of this ineptitude. She was exhausted with her creations. What she painted may differ in subject. It may be of a real place or a figment of Marietta’s imagination, but the underlying message was still laced in each and every artwork. Even the music she played was identical. Marietta was in a rut, one of which she had no clear way out of. And no amount of praying to Apollo, no attempts to change her head-space, have bore any fruit.
A change of environment, perhaps that was what Marietta needed. Or maybe better understanding of the world of which she lived in. Artists used their knowledge in their work to produce amazing things. Maybe what Marietta needed in order to make this function was a better understanding of snow. She could draw inspiration from others’ experiences and create from their perspective rather than her own. Yes, that was exactly what she needed. A change of pace, a different viewpoint.
What better way to see another’s thoughts than the library? After calming herself, Marietta left her home. The wind was like a nibble on her flesh. She felt it, the cold temperature sliding across her skin, reminding her that she was alive. And the snow was like small kisses, melting into nothingness as soon as they landed on her hand. Marietta in a better state would find so much joy over such a simple little moment. But her mind now was closed to the inspiration the world around her gave, and instead fixated on her mission ahead: Research.
The trip to the library was uneventful enough. Marietta finally felt her muscles relax when she entered through the doors and saw all of the scrolls that lined the wall. She let out the breath she didn’t even realize she was holding. Would she even find something of snow here? Maybe not, but there could be other subjects of which could grab her attention and drive her to create better artworks. She just had to search.
Marietta first put her supplies on one of the tables before getting to work. She pulled scroll after scroll, reading for a while before placing it aside. Marietta would then attempt sketches, trying to at least form some idea of what she wanted. But each and every attempt was a failure, and as time passed she grew more and more frustrated. Marietta suddenly pushed her chair to get more scrolls when her hand brushed against the papers sending them scattering to the floor.
Where is my head today? Marietta thought frustrated as she bent down to collect them. Her face was flushed, hating to have thought she was creating a scene.
Eleven months. That was how long Marietta’s artwork had suffered and music spoiled. Well, that language was a tad harsh. The works were beautiful in their own right. It was laced with sadness and guilt, anger and betrayal. Her strings on her harp were worn not by her fingers as she ran across them, but by the tears that slipped from her face as she played. For eleven months her works were riddled with the emotions Marietta refused to feel. Eleven months too long.
On this winter day Marietta sat by her window and watched the small flurries fall to the ground. They twisted and turned in the gentle wind, before melting away at the smallest touch. This landscape was what Marietta should paint. It was peaceful, it was serene. It lacked the emotion that the young woman was feeling. It was clean, a fresh start. And yet as Marietta went to paint, once again it twisted. The snow that melted represented loss, and the wind an angry turbulent mind.
Fury. That was what Marietta felt. She jumped to her feet, hands shoving the half painted vase from the table of which it sat. Crash. She was tired of this ineptitude. She was exhausted with her creations. What she painted may differ in subject. It may be of a real place or a figment of Marietta’s imagination, but the underlying message was still laced in each and every artwork. Even the music she played was identical. Marietta was in a rut, one of which she had no clear way out of. And no amount of praying to Apollo, no attempts to change her head-space, have bore any fruit.
A change of environment, perhaps that was what Marietta needed. Or maybe better understanding of the world of which she lived in. Artists used their knowledge in their work to produce amazing things. Maybe what Marietta needed in order to make this function was a better understanding of snow. She could draw inspiration from others’ experiences and create from their perspective rather than her own. Yes, that was exactly what she needed. A change of pace, a different viewpoint.
What better way to see another’s thoughts than the library? After calming herself, Marietta left her home. The wind was like a nibble on her flesh. She felt it, the cold temperature sliding across her skin, reminding her that she was alive. And the snow was like small kisses, melting into nothingness as soon as they landed on her hand. Marietta in a better state would find so much joy over such a simple little moment. But her mind now was closed to the inspiration the world around her gave, and instead fixated on her mission ahead: Research.
The trip to the library was uneventful enough. Marietta finally felt her muscles relax when she entered through the doors and saw all of the scrolls that lined the wall. She let out the breath she didn’t even realize she was holding. Would she even find something of snow here? Maybe not, but there could be other subjects of which could grab her attention and drive her to create better artworks. She just had to search.
Marietta first put her supplies on one of the tables before getting to work. She pulled scroll after scroll, reading for a while before placing it aside. Marietta would then attempt sketches, trying to at least form some idea of what she wanted. But each and every attempt was a failure, and as time passed she grew more and more frustrated. Marietta suddenly pushed her chair to get more scrolls when her hand brushed against the papers sending them scattering to the floor.
Where is my head today? Marietta thought frustrated as she bent down to collect them. Her face was flushed, hating to have thought she was creating a scene.
Persephone awoke that morning to a rarity. the curtains of her chamber had been drawn shut across the archways of her balcony and weight down upon the ends to maintain the mask of gossamer across the morning sky. It was highly infrequent that the morning sun was not permitted to stream in through the chamber and awake the princess in her own routine manner, her lashes fluttering open as Helios began the day. This morning, however, new measures had been taken to protect the princess of cold. Whilst the gossamer silks were of no use for protecting the rooms from the chill of an early Karneios morning, they restrained the light rain that was due to form into snowy crystals within the hour. The silks were transparent in places where droplets had scowered lines of moisture down their length and the pattern of light that pebbled the room had Persephone momentarily mazed.
She blinked against the light and realised her bedding to be far heavier than the norm, infused with additional blankets and sheets layered upon her person in the night. The hearth across the room from her that was rarely used save for on the coldest of nights, and would normally offer nothing but clear and smooth white marble was now streaked with ash and smoke, burnt lumbers of wood sitting in their place upon its open bed. One still glowed a little with heat and broke a sputtering of the lightest smoke as she watched.
Sitting up, relegating her warm layers to fall about her waist and exposing her shoulders and chest to the clammy cold, Persephone blinked against the almost damp sensation in the air and pushed back long lengths of hair that had turned impossibly smooth and silky in the cool. It had still been fairly warm the previous day but clearly, in the night, the temperature of Athenia had taken a sharp turn.
It was rare in Athenia that himations were worn more for warmth than for propriety or protection from the sun. Even less common for the heavens to open and form the pretty little ice crystals that were referred to by the experts as 'snow'. Whilst Persephone had read much upon the subject in her studies of Colchis - and how the white rain from the sky would blanket the cities and mountains with thick, colourless padding - Athenia was never so cold, nor as high in altitude to gain such a phenomenon from the Gods. Instead, the coldest the capitol and its lands ever witnessed was the lightest dusting of frozen rain that fell perhaps as close to the earth as it dared before melting into nothing. The ground was left wet but never white. Frost, the icy dew upon gardens and vegetation, was the closest that the kingdom had seen to snow. And, judging by the way the Karneios morning had arrived, there would be plenty of such glistening gilding on the gardens outside.
Yawning, the chill prompted Persephone to become active almost immediately after waking. It offered her no comfort or enjoyment to sit in her nest of blankets, frozen from the waist up. Instead, she used the cold as a catalyst to activity and summoned her lady's maids with a single word through the of her chambers.
Cold or not, she had duties to attend to that day at the Athenian Scholeio. And she would not be dissuaded by chilled rain or the harsh wintery cool of the coldest month of the year.
Three hours later and Persephone was thankful for the fur lined himation that had been presented to her that morning by her attendants. Whilst the weather was perhaps not as cold as a Colchian would consider chilling, to an Athenian, the weather was harsh upon the skin and drying to the eye. With her hair drawn up into intricate braids around her head, settled in a crown at her temples that was decorated with pieces of silver, Persephone's neck and upper chest were left bare of the protection her long tresses might have offered. Instead, she hugged her himation close about her person as she moved between the buildings of the university, her steps quick and gracefully brisk so as to find herself inside once more. For, whilst the university was made of stone and offered limited protection from the elements, seeming to hold the cold rather than the warmth in the air, it was at least shaded from the chilling breeze and sported fiery torches at regular intervals along the corridors.
Having made her procession of the establishment, and met with the Master Scholar over his proposed changes to the lecture halls, Persephone had perhaps a few minutes to herself and had decided to visit the library. Whilst her days now were filled more with practical administration of the kingdom rather than tutoring, Persephone had held a love of learning since her childhood. It could not hurt to take a tome or two to peruse when she had the rare happenstance of leisure time...
Entering the library and noting its near emptiness, Persephone instructed her entourage of attendants and guardsman to wait for her outside. She saw no reason to be escorted from every pillar to post and knew that such an effort would only be read as an attempt to impose her authority upon the world around her. She saw no need for such egotism.
Instead, Persephone stepped into the library alone and glanced from right to left in order to refamiliarize herself with the very large series of halls that were connected together through a series of archways. It had been years since she had stepped into the library herself, always sending retainers or servants to fetch anything from the shelves that she might require back at the palati. But the hushed quiet was a sort of familiar and quaint sensation that she felt welcomed by.
Moving through the categories of books, tomes, parchment rolls and clay tablets - all filed and organised by the servants and slaves that manned the building - Persephone wondered what might be of interest to her. In a rare moment of liberty, she realised that she could choose to read upon any topic, any subject that caught even the faintest hint of her interest, regardless of her personal studies into law and senatorial conduct.
It was as she was passing a particular section on painting and craft that Persephone heard the frustrated sounds of an irritated female. Despite the fact that the noises were clearly disgruntled and a little inarticulate, Persephone knew them to belong to a noble woman. One, because of the distinct dialect that was taught to the higher educated of the world and two, because common borns were not often permitted within the university without express permission. An allowance that was hard to receive.
Stepping around a particular wooden case of shelves on the subtleties of sculpture, Persephone came into view of a woman she knew on a shallow but frequent association. Not always in attendance of Court and shy to retiring if ever she did make an appearance, Marietta of Antonis was a rare face to speak with on a personal level. And yet, as the daughter to the future heir to the throne, she was significant by her very existence. Persephone had spoken with her loosely on several occasions over the years, but never formulated a close-knit friendship for two collaborative reasons. One, the young woman clearly preferred the keeping of her own company over others. And two, Persephone's position as a princess ensured that most of her associations were light and impersonal. At least upon her own side.
That did not, however, mean that she was inhuman to the personal emotions of those around her; whether she considered them a friend or not. And, as such, she spoke out when she noted Marietta's annoyance and the way she was blinded by such frustration into knocking a small pile of parchment sheaths to the floor.
"Frustration is a duplicitous companion, Lady Marietta." She offered with an open and friendly tone. "I cannot recommend it." As the young woman bent to collect the papers but had not the hands to hold them all at once, Persephone reached out her own empty palms. "Perhaps I would do in its stead?"
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Persephone awoke that morning to a rarity. the curtains of her chamber had been drawn shut across the archways of her balcony and weight down upon the ends to maintain the mask of gossamer across the morning sky. It was highly infrequent that the morning sun was not permitted to stream in through the chamber and awake the princess in her own routine manner, her lashes fluttering open as Helios began the day. This morning, however, new measures had been taken to protect the princess of cold. Whilst the gossamer silks were of no use for protecting the rooms from the chill of an early Karneios morning, they restrained the light rain that was due to form into snowy crystals within the hour. The silks were transparent in places where droplets had scowered lines of moisture down their length and the pattern of light that pebbled the room had Persephone momentarily mazed.
She blinked against the light and realised her bedding to be far heavier than the norm, infused with additional blankets and sheets layered upon her person in the night. The hearth across the room from her that was rarely used save for on the coldest of nights, and would normally offer nothing but clear and smooth white marble was now streaked with ash and smoke, burnt lumbers of wood sitting in their place upon its open bed. One still glowed a little with heat and broke a sputtering of the lightest smoke as she watched.
Sitting up, relegating her warm layers to fall about her waist and exposing her shoulders and chest to the clammy cold, Persephone blinked against the almost damp sensation in the air and pushed back long lengths of hair that had turned impossibly smooth and silky in the cool. It had still been fairly warm the previous day but clearly, in the night, the temperature of Athenia had taken a sharp turn.
It was rare in Athenia that himations were worn more for warmth than for propriety or protection from the sun. Even less common for the heavens to open and form the pretty little ice crystals that were referred to by the experts as 'snow'. Whilst Persephone had read much upon the subject in her studies of Colchis - and how the white rain from the sky would blanket the cities and mountains with thick, colourless padding - Athenia was never so cold, nor as high in altitude to gain such a phenomenon from the Gods. Instead, the coldest the capitol and its lands ever witnessed was the lightest dusting of frozen rain that fell perhaps as close to the earth as it dared before melting into nothing. The ground was left wet but never white. Frost, the icy dew upon gardens and vegetation, was the closest that the kingdom had seen to snow. And, judging by the way the Karneios morning had arrived, there would be plenty of such glistening gilding on the gardens outside.
Yawning, the chill prompted Persephone to become active almost immediately after waking. It offered her no comfort or enjoyment to sit in her nest of blankets, frozen from the waist up. Instead, she used the cold as a catalyst to activity and summoned her lady's maids with a single word through the of her chambers.
Cold or not, she had duties to attend to that day at the Athenian Scholeio. And she would not be dissuaded by chilled rain or the harsh wintery cool of the coldest month of the year.
Three hours later and Persephone was thankful for the fur lined himation that had been presented to her that morning by her attendants. Whilst the weather was perhaps not as cold as a Colchian would consider chilling, to an Athenian, the weather was harsh upon the skin and drying to the eye. With her hair drawn up into intricate braids around her head, settled in a crown at her temples that was decorated with pieces of silver, Persephone's neck and upper chest were left bare of the protection her long tresses might have offered. Instead, she hugged her himation close about her person as she moved between the buildings of the university, her steps quick and gracefully brisk so as to find herself inside once more. For, whilst the university was made of stone and offered limited protection from the elements, seeming to hold the cold rather than the warmth in the air, it was at least shaded from the chilling breeze and sported fiery torches at regular intervals along the corridors.
Having made her procession of the establishment, and met with the Master Scholar over his proposed changes to the lecture halls, Persephone had perhaps a few minutes to herself and had decided to visit the library. Whilst her days now were filled more with practical administration of the kingdom rather than tutoring, Persephone had held a love of learning since her childhood. It could not hurt to take a tome or two to peruse when she had the rare happenstance of leisure time...
Entering the library and noting its near emptiness, Persephone instructed her entourage of attendants and guardsman to wait for her outside. She saw no reason to be escorted from every pillar to post and knew that such an effort would only be read as an attempt to impose her authority upon the world around her. She saw no need for such egotism.
Instead, Persephone stepped into the library alone and glanced from right to left in order to refamiliarize herself with the very large series of halls that were connected together through a series of archways. It had been years since she had stepped into the library herself, always sending retainers or servants to fetch anything from the shelves that she might require back at the palati. But the hushed quiet was a sort of familiar and quaint sensation that she felt welcomed by.
Moving through the categories of books, tomes, parchment rolls and clay tablets - all filed and organised by the servants and slaves that manned the building - Persephone wondered what might be of interest to her. In a rare moment of liberty, she realised that she could choose to read upon any topic, any subject that caught even the faintest hint of her interest, regardless of her personal studies into law and senatorial conduct.
It was as she was passing a particular section on painting and craft that Persephone heard the frustrated sounds of an irritated female. Despite the fact that the noises were clearly disgruntled and a little inarticulate, Persephone knew them to belong to a noble woman. One, because of the distinct dialect that was taught to the higher educated of the world and two, because common borns were not often permitted within the university without express permission. An allowance that was hard to receive.
Stepping around a particular wooden case of shelves on the subtleties of sculpture, Persephone came into view of a woman she knew on a shallow but frequent association. Not always in attendance of Court and shy to retiring if ever she did make an appearance, Marietta of Antonis was a rare face to speak with on a personal level. And yet, as the daughter to the future heir to the throne, she was significant by her very existence. Persephone had spoken with her loosely on several occasions over the years, but never formulated a close-knit friendship for two collaborative reasons. One, the young woman clearly preferred the keeping of her own company over others. And two, Persephone's position as a princess ensured that most of her associations were light and impersonal. At least upon her own side.
That did not, however, mean that she was inhuman to the personal emotions of those around her; whether she considered them a friend or not. And, as such, she spoke out when she noted Marietta's annoyance and the way she was blinded by such frustration into knocking a small pile of parchment sheaths to the floor.
"Frustration is a duplicitous companion, Lady Marietta." She offered with an open and friendly tone. "I cannot recommend it." As the young woman bent to collect the papers but had not the hands to hold them all at once, Persephone reached out her own empty palms. "Perhaps I would do in its stead?"
Persephone awoke that morning to a rarity. the curtains of her chamber had been drawn shut across the archways of her balcony and weight down upon the ends to maintain the mask of gossamer across the morning sky. It was highly infrequent that the morning sun was not permitted to stream in through the chamber and awake the princess in her own routine manner, her lashes fluttering open as Helios began the day. This morning, however, new measures had been taken to protect the princess of cold. Whilst the gossamer silks were of no use for protecting the rooms from the chill of an early Karneios morning, they restrained the light rain that was due to form into snowy crystals within the hour. The silks were transparent in places where droplets had scowered lines of moisture down their length and the pattern of light that pebbled the room had Persephone momentarily mazed.
She blinked against the light and realised her bedding to be far heavier than the norm, infused with additional blankets and sheets layered upon her person in the night. The hearth across the room from her that was rarely used save for on the coldest of nights, and would normally offer nothing but clear and smooth white marble was now streaked with ash and smoke, burnt lumbers of wood sitting in their place upon its open bed. One still glowed a little with heat and broke a sputtering of the lightest smoke as she watched.
Sitting up, relegating her warm layers to fall about her waist and exposing her shoulders and chest to the clammy cold, Persephone blinked against the almost damp sensation in the air and pushed back long lengths of hair that had turned impossibly smooth and silky in the cool. It had still been fairly warm the previous day but clearly, in the night, the temperature of Athenia had taken a sharp turn.
It was rare in Athenia that himations were worn more for warmth than for propriety or protection from the sun. Even less common for the heavens to open and form the pretty little ice crystals that were referred to by the experts as 'snow'. Whilst Persephone had read much upon the subject in her studies of Colchis - and how the white rain from the sky would blanket the cities and mountains with thick, colourless padding - Athenia was never so cold, nor as high in altitude to gain such a phenomenon from the Gods. Instead, the coldest the capitol and its lands ever witnessed was the lightest dusting of frozen rain that fell perhaps as close to the earth as it dared before melting into nothing. The ground was left wet but never white. Frost, the icy dew upon gardens and vegetation, was the closest that the kingdom had seen to snow. And, judging by the way the Karneios morning had arrived, there would be plenty of such glistening gilding on the gardens outside.
Yawning, the chill prompted Persephone to become active almost immediately after waking. It offered her no comfort or enjoyment to sit in her nest of blankets, frozen from the waist up. Instead, she used the cold as a catalyst to activity and summoned her lady's maids with a single word through the of her chambers.
Cold or not, she had duties to attend to that day at the Athenian Scholeio. And she would not be dissuaded by chilled rain or the harsh wintery cool of the coldest month of the year.
Three hours later and Persephone was thankful for the fur lined himation that had been presented to her that morning by her attendants. Whilst the weather was perhaps not as cold as a Colchian would consider chilling, to an Athenian, the weather was harsh upon the skin and drying to the eye. With her hair drawn up into intricate braids around her head, settled in a crown at her temples that was decorated with pieces of silver, Persephone's neck and upper chest were left bare of the protection her long tresses might have offered. Instead, she hugged her himation close about her person as she moved between the buildings of the university, her steps quick and gracefully brisk so as to find herself inside once more. For, whilst the university was made of stone and offered limited protection from the elements, seeming to hold the cold rather than the warmth in the air, it was at least shaded from the chilling breeze and sported fiery torches at regular intervals along the corridors.
Having made her procession of the establishment, and met with the Master Scholar over his proposed changes to the lecture halls, Persephone had perhaps a few minutes to herself and had decided to visit the library. Whilst her days now were filled more with practical administration of the kingdom rather than tutoring, Persephone had held a love of learning since her childhood. It could not hurt to take a tome or two to peruse when she had the rare happenstance of leisure time...
Entering the library and noting its near emptiness, Persephone instructed her entourage of attendants and guardsman to wait for her outside. She saw no reason to be escorted from every pillar to post and knew that such an effort would only be read as an attempt to impose her authority upon the world around her. She saw no need for such egotism.
Instead, Persephone stepped into the library alone and glanced from right to left in order to refamiliarize herself with the very large series of halls that were connected together through a series of archways. It had been years since she had stepped into the library herself, always sending retainers or servants to fetch anything from the shelves that she might require back at the palati. But the hushed quiet was a sort of familiar and quaint sensation that she felt welcomed by.
Moving through the categories of books, tomes, parchment rolls and clay tablets - all filed and organised by the servants and slaves that manned the building - Persephone wondered what might be of interest to her. In a rare moment of liberty, she realised that she could choose to read upon any topic, any subject that caught even the faintest hint of her interest, regardless of her personal studies into law and senatorial conduct.
It was as she was passing a particular section on painting and craft that Persephone heard the frustrated sounds of an irritated female. Despite the fact that the noises were clearly disgruntled and a little inarticulate, Persephone knew them to belong to a noble woman. One, because of the distinct dialect that was taught to the higher educated of the world and two, because common borns were not often permitted within the university without express permission. An allowance that was hard to receive.
Stepping around a particular wooden case of shelves on the subtleties of sculpture, Persephone came into view of a woman she knew on a shallow but frequent association. Not always in attendance of Court and shy to retiring if ever she did make an appearance, Marietta of Antonis was a rare face to speak with on a personal level. And yet, as the daughter to the future heir to the throne, she was significant by her very existence. Persephone had spoken with her loosely on several occasions over the years, but never formulated a close-knit friendship for two collaborative reasons. One, the young woman clearly preferred the keeping of her own company over others. And two, Persephone's position as a princess ensured that most of her associations were light and impersonal. At least upon her own side.
That did not, however, mean that she was inhuman to the personal emotions of those around her; whether she considered them a friend or not. And, as such, she spoke out when she noted Marietta's annoyance and the way she was blinded by such frustration into knocking a small pile of parchment sheaths to the floor.
"Frustration is a duplicitous companion, Lady Marietta." She offered with an open and friendly tone. "I cannot recommend it." As the young woman bent to collect the papers but had not the hands to hold them all at once, Persephone reached out her own empty palms. "Perhaps I would do in its stead?"
Pink tinged the cheeks of the young woman as she looked up from her position to see Princess Persephone over her, a hand outstretched in an offering of assistance. It seems that Marietta did indeed make a small scene. Her frustration was obvious, as noted by the Princess’s own words. How uncouth of Marietta. She should be ashamed. Had her sisters behaved in a similar fashion Marietta would have lectured them about shielding their emotions in public. Why is it that she could not do the same?
A smile of forced politeness made it’s way onto Marietta’s face as she gratefully passed some of the parchment. It would be rude not to accept assistance, even though it would at least allow Marietta out of what she was sure was going to be an awkward conversation. Which, to be fair, any conversation to Marietta was uncomfortable and unwanted. They were a source of constant anxiety that left her inner being in turmoil. At court she had learned how to avoid the conversation as if it was a dance gracefully weaving away from those who might seek her attention. But this was not court, and this was an unavoidable exchange. The least Marietta could do now is be kind in the acceptance of help.
“I thank you, Princess Persephone.” Marietta said softly, standing from her crouched position. She carefully placed the remaining pile in her hands onto the table. “You are quite right. I apologize for making such a scene. My mind is… elsewhere as of late. It is no excuse. I should not forget myself, especially in public.”
And yet, emotions have run rampant for months. The guilt of losing a friend was far too great. Marietta’s own pride kept her from admitting that she missed her friend Elias of Stravos. She would rather be angry with him than to except fault months later. She would rather choose to distract herself than admit that she had done wrong and fix their broken relationship.
Marietta was critical about herself of many things. She did not find herself as beautiful as her sisters, nor did she believe herself to be as intelligent. Hebe had the memory, Evi the confidence, and Sanasa the drive to make a life of herself. Despite this, Marietta did have an ego when it came to some things. Admitting fault, specifically to those she was close to, was something she had always struggled with. This struggle was resulting in a mess that went beyond a simple argument between friends. And yet, Marietta made no move to fix it.
But this was not the time to dwell on her anger or her sadness. She nervously bit the bottom of her lip. “I would love company,” Marietta lied slightly. Loneliness did ache in her heart, but that loneliness was not necessarily so great that the idea of speaking with someone she was merely acquainted with was something she truly desired. “I thank you for offering me the privilege. Might I inquire as to why you are here? Is there something that I may assist with? It is only fair that I repay the favor after all.”
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Pink tinged the cheeks of the young woman as she looked up from her position to see Princess Persephone over her, a hand outstretched in an offering of assistance. It seems that Marietta did indeed make a small scene. Her frustration was obvious, as noted by the Princess’s own words. How uncouth of Marietta. She should be ashamed. Had her sisters behaved in a similar fashion Marietta would have lectured them about shielding their emotions in public. Why is it that she could not do the same?
A smile of forced politeness made it’s way onto Marietta’s face as she gratefully passed some of the parchment. It would be rude not to accept assistance, even though it would at least allow Marietta out of what she was sure was going to be an awkward conversation. Which, to be fair, any conversation to Marietta was uncomfortable and unwanted. They were a source of constant anxiety that left her inner being in turmoil. At court she had learned how to avoid the conversation as if it was a dance gracefully weaving away from those who might seek her attention. But this was not court, and this was an unavoidable exchange. The least Marietta could do now is be kind in the acceptance of help.
“I thank you, Princess Persephone.” Marietta said softly, standing from her crouched position. She carefully placed the remaining pile in her hands onto the table. “You are quite right. I apologize for making such a scene. My mind is… elsewhere as of late. It is no excuse. I should not forget myself, especially in public.”
And yet, emotions have run rampant for months. The guilt of losing a friend was far too great. Marietta’s own pride kept her from admitting that she missed her friend Elias of Stravos. She would rather be angry with him than to except fault months later. She would rather choose to distract herself than admit that she had done wrong and fix their broken relationship.
Marietta was critical about herself of many things. She did not find herself as beautiful as her sisters, nor did she believe herself to be as intelligent. Hebe had the memory, Evi the confidence, and Sanasa the drive to make a life of herself. Despite this, Marietta did have an ego when it came to some things. Admitting fault, specifically to those she was close to, was something she had always struggled with. This struggle was resulting in a mess that went beyond a simple argument between friends. And yet, Marietta made no move to fix it.
But this was not the time to dwell on her anger or her sadness. She nervously bit the bottom of her lip. “I would love company,” Marietta lied slightly. Loneliness did ache in her heart, but that loneliness was not necessarily so great that the idea of speaking with someone she was merely acquainted with was something she truly desired. “I thank you for offering me the privilege. Might I inquire as to why you are here? Is there something that I may assist with? It is only fair that I repay the favor after all.”
Pink tinged the cheeks of the young woman as she looked up from her position to see Princess Persephone over her, a hand outstretched in an offering of assistance. It seems that Marietta did indeed make a small scene. Her frustration was obvious, as noted by the Princess’s own words. How uncouth of Marietta. She should be ashamed. Had her sisters behaved in a similar fashion Marietta would have lectured them about shielding their emotions in public. Why is it that she could not do the same?
A smile of forced politeness made it’s way onto Marietta’s face as she gratefully passed some of the parchment. It would be rude not to accept assistance, even though it would at least allow Marietta out of what she was sure was going to be an awkward conversation. Which, to be fair, any conversation to Marietta was uncomfortable and unwanted. They were a source of constant anxiety that left her inner being in turmoil. At court she had learned how to avoid the conversation as if it was a dance gracefully weaving away from those who might seek her attention. But this was not court, and this was an unavoidable exchange. The least Marietta could do now is be kind in the acceptance of help.
“I thank you, Princess Persephone.” Marietta said softly, standing from her crouched position. She carefully placed the remaining pile in her hands onto the table. “You are quite right. I apologize for making such a scene. My mind is… elsewhere as of late. It is no excuse. I should not forget myself, especially in public.”
And yet, emotions have run rampant for months. The guilt of losing a friend was far too great. Marietta’s own pride kept her from admitting that she missed her friend Elias of Stravos. She would rather be angry with him than to except fault months later. She would rather choose to distract herself than admit that she had done wrong and fix their broken relationship.
Marietta was critical about herself of many things. She did not find herself as beautiful as her sisters, nor did she believe herself to be as intelligent. Hebe had the memory, Evi the confidence, and Sanasa the drive to make a life of herself. Despite this, Marietta did have an ego when it came to some things. Admitting fault, specifically to those she was close to, was something she had always struggled with. This struggle was resulting in a mess that went beyond a simple argument between friends. And yet, Marietta made no move to fix it.
But this was not the time to dwell on her anger or her sadness. She nervously bit the bottom of her lip. “I would love company,” Marietta lied slightly. Loneliness did ache in her heart, but that loneliness was not necessarily so great that the idea of speaking with someone she was merely acquainted with was something she truly desired. “I thank you for offering me the privilege. Might I inquire as to why you are here? Is there something that I may assist with? It is only fair that I repay the favor after all.”
When the young woman offered her a series of sheaths of parchment, Persephone bent her knees slightly to accommodate collecting them from Marietta's hold. The pieces were large and old and easy enough to slip upon one another; as if they had a natural desire to be one with the earth and always wishing to part ways. It took two hands to hold them steady against one another without pressuring them so hard as to crack and break the parchment upon which the content was written. It was no wonder that the Lady Marietta was struggling to hold them in some kind of order but also collect still more that had tumbled to the marble floor and skittered softly until they were resisted by the legs of the chair and table, or the bookcase nigh by.
Settling the parchment upon the desk that Marietta had clearly annexed as her own, Persephone's smile was soft, elegant and friendly. Marietta spoke of such a simple accident as being unbecoming and yet Persephone knew that such things simply occurred. The Fates worked that way, bringing together all that should happen in the moments following this one.
"I think you perhaps too harsh upon yourself, Lady Marietta." Persephone offered, with a tone of voice that was wondrously soft and yielding in potential ignorance. "Despite the access to such a place, I struggle to consider a chamber with only ourselves to occupy it as 'public'." With the papers that Marietta had been attempting to collect now settled upon the desk, Persephone's palms opened in a natural gesture of suggestion. "Perhaps we can forget the happenstance if it so embarrasses you and move onwards?" Her smile turned coy and sweet.
As the Antonis lady rose to her feet and turned the queries upon the princess, Persephone's gaze looked out towards the rows upon rows of wooden cases that supported the largest collection of knowledge in the Athenian lands.
"You find me making my own admittance, my Lady." She offered the woman with her eyes shining in amusement over her own state of being lost at sea. "I have a rare opportunity for self-improvement of mind and yet seem unable to determine where to begin." Her gaze flickered over the library resources that Marietta had clearly been harbouring and engrossed in to the point of distraction and clumsiness. "What is it that holds your focus, so? Perhaps I can learn from yourself in the ways of scholarly application?"
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When the young woman offered her a series of sheaths of parchment, Persephone bent her knees slightly to accommodate collecting them from Marietta's hold. The pieces were large and old and easy enough to slip upon one another; as if they had a natural desire to be one with the earth and always wishing to part ways. It took two hands to hold them steady against one another without pressuring them so hard as to crack and break the parchment upon which the content was written. It was no wonder that the Lady Marietta was struggling to hold them in some kind of order but also collect still more that had tumbled to the marble floor and skittered softly until they were resisted by the legs of the chair and table, or the bookcase nigh by.
Settling the parchment upon the desk that Marietta had clearly annexed as her own, Persephone's smile was soft, elegant and friendly. Marietta spoke of such a simple accident as being unbecoming and yet Persephone knew that such things simply occurred. The Fates worked that way, bringing together all that should happen in the moments following this one.
"I think you perhaps too harsh upon yourself, Lady Marietta." Persephone offered, with a tone of voice that was wondrously soft and yielding in potential ignorance. "Despite the access to such a place, I struggle to consider a chamber with only ourselves to occupy it as 'public'." With the papers that Marietta had been attempting to collect now settled upon the desk, Persephone's palms opened in a natural gesture of suggestion. "Perhaps we can forget the happenstance if it so embarrasses you and move onwards?" Her smile turned coy and sweet.
As the Antonis lady rose to her feet and turned the queries upon the princess, Persephone's gaze looked out towards the rows upon rows of wooden cases that supported the largest collection of knowledge in the Athenian lands.
"You find me making my own admittance, my Lady." She offered the woman with her eyes shining in amusement over her own state of being lost at sea. "I have a rare opportunity for self-improvement of mind and yet seem unable to determine where to begin." Her gaze flickered over the library resources that Marietta had clearly been harbouring and engrossed in to the point of distraction and clumsiness. "What is it that holds your focus, so? Perhaps I can learn from yourself in the ways of scholarly application?"
When the young woman offered her a series of sheaths of parchment, Persephone bent her knees slightly to accommodate collecting them from Marietta's hold. The pieces were large and old and easy enough to slip upon one another; as if they had a natural desire to be one with the earth and always wishing to part ways. It took two hands to hold them steady against one another without pressuring them so hard as to crack and break the parchment upon which the content was written. It was no wonder that the Lady Marietta was struggling to hold them in some kind of order but also collect still more that had tumbled to the marble floor and skittered softly until they were resisted by the legs of the chair and table, or the bookcase nigh by.
Settling the parchment upon the desk that Marietta had clearly annexed as her own, Persephone's smile was soft, elegant and friendly. Marietta spoke of such a simple accident as being unbecoming and yet Persephone knew that such things simply occurred. The Fates worked that way, bringing together all that should happen in the moments following this one.
"I think you perhaps too harsh upon yourself, Lady Marietta." Persephone offered, with a tone of voice that was wondrously soft and yielding in potential ignorance. "Despite the access to such a place, I struggle to consider a chamber with only ourselves to occupy it as 'public'." With the papers that Marietta had been attempting to collect now settled upon the desk, Persephone's palms opened in a natural gesture of suggestion. "Perhaps we can forget the happenstance if it so embarrasses you and move onwards?" Her smile turned coy and sweet.
As the Antonis lady rose to her feet and turned the queries upon the princess, Persephone's gaze looked out towards the rows upon rows of wooden cases that supported the largest collection of knowledge in the Athenian lands.
"You find me making my own admittance, my Lady." She offered the woman with her eyes shining in amusement over her own state of being lost at sea. "I have a rare opportunity for self-improvement of mind and yet seem unable to determine where to begin." Her gaze flickered over the library resources that Marietta had clearly been harbouring and engrossed in to the point of distraction and clumsiness. "What is it that holds your focus, so? Perhaps I can learn from yourself in the ways of scholarly application?"
Was it harshness or honesty? The lines between the two were blurred, at least when it came to her treatment of herself. Marietta had high expectations of herself, the same that she had of her sisters in fact. But unlike her sisters, Marietta rarely met them even though she would never admit it aloud. To constantly disappoint was another source of frustration rooted deep within Marietta. Even if no one commented on her fallibilities, Marietta was ever critical of them. Should she had just a fraction of the confidence her eldest sister had, Marietta would think and behave in a completely different matter. But she lacked any semblance of self-assurance, and so as the Princess spoke Marietta found the hues of her cheek grow ever brighter.
Scholarly application, Marietta thought with a hint of bitterness. Perhaps on other days Marietta could be found in the library seeking to expand her knowledge, but not on this day. The Princess put too much stock in her presence here.
Marietta took a deep breath. The Princess was right. She was being far too critical of herself, and she mustn’t allow her foul mood to lead to an even worse moment between the two. “Snow,” Marietta said after finally regaining control of her thoughts. “I took the time this morning to watch it from my window. Have you ever noticed how, like raindrops, it never falls in quite the same manner? It’s light enough to be carried by wind but powerful enough that we feel it upon our bare flesh. What is it? Is snow merely Demeter’s frozen tears as she weeps for her daughter’s return? If so why is it so… beautiful?”
“But then I questioned this morning,” Marietta continued glancing down at the parchments. “Is it beautiful? Or does snow bring sadness? Is the reason it melts upon kissing the earth because it is a reality so bitter that Demeter wants to do away with it?”
Marietta looked down at the scrolls. She ran a finger down it, lost in the cloud of her thoughts. “It is hardly academic reasons I am here today, Your Highness. I seek inspiration to further my artwork. I find my creations trapped in the same motif no matter what I have done to escape it. I thought that perhaps researching snow could change the way my mind thinks and produce something other than what my paintbrush has been dictating. I wish to produce something worthy of dedicating to Apollo, but he deserves only dedications he has not seen before.”
Did any of this make sense? Marietta found herself silent again as she searched for ways to add clarity. Very few people truly wished to hear her speak of art and those that did rarely understood the way her mind works. She realized she saw this world through different eyes. Marietta lifted her finger off the smooth parchment, glancing back up at Princess Persephone. Her blush was now mostly subsided, though remnants still were evident on the apples of her cheeks. “In short, snow is very fascinating.”
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Was it harshness or honesty? The lines between the two were blurred, at least when it came to her treatment of herself. Marietta had high expectations of herself, the same that she had of her sisters in fact. But unlike her sisters, Marietta rarely met them even though she would never admit it aloud. To constantly disappoint was another source of frustration rooted deep within Marietta. Even if no one commented on her fallibilities, Marietta was ever critical of them. Should she had just a fraction of the confidence her eldest sister had, Marietta would think and behave in a completely different matter. But she lacked any semblance of self-assurance, and so as the Princess spoke Marietta found the hues of her cheek grow ever brighter.
Scholarly application, Marietta thought with a hint of bitterness. Perhaps on other days Marietta could be found in the library seeking to expand her knowledge, but not on this day. The Princess put too much stock in her presence here.
Marietta took a deep breath. The Princess was right. She was being far too critical of herself, and she mustn’t allow her foul mood to lead to an even worse moment between the two. “Snow,” Marietta said after finally regaining control of her thoughts. “I took the time this morning to watch it from my window. Have you ever noticed how, like raindrops, it never falls in quite the same manner? It’s light enough to be carried by wind but powerful enough that we feel it upon our bare flesh. What is it? Is snow merely Demeter’s frozen tears as she weeps for her daughter’s return? If so why is it so… beautiful?”
“But then I questioned this morning,” Marietta continued glancing down at the parchments. “Is it beautiful? Or does snow bring sadness? Is the reason it melts upon kissing the earth because it is a reality so bitter that Demeter wants to do away with it?”
Marietta looked down at the scrolls. She ran a finger down it, lost in the cloud of her thoughts. “It is hardly academic reasons I am here today, Your Highness. I seek inspiration to further my artwork. I find my creations trapped in the same motif no matter what I have done to escape it. I thought that perhaps researching snow could change the way my mind thinks and produce something other than what my paintbrush has been dictating. I wish to produce something worthy of dedicating to Apollo, but he deserves only dedications he has not seen before.”
Did any of this make sense? Marietta found herself silent again as she searched for ways to add clarity. Very few people truly wished to hear her speak of art and those that did rarely understood the way her mind works. She realized she saw this world through different eyes. Marietta lifted her finger off the smooth parchment, glancing back up at Princess Persephone. Her blush was now mostly subsided, though remnants still were evident on the apples of her cheeks. “In short, snow is very fascinating.”
Was it harshness or honesty? The lines between the two were blurred, at least when it came to her treatment of herself. Marietta had high expectations of herself, the same that she had of her sisters in fact. But unlike her sisters, Marietta rarely met them even though she would never admit it aloud. To constantly disappoint was another source of frustration rooted deep within Marietta. Even if no one commented on her fallibilities, Marietta was ever critical of them. Should she had just a fraction of the confidence her eldest sister had, Marietta would think and behave in a completely different matter. But she lacked any semblance of self-assurance, and so as the Princess spoke Marietta found the hues of her cheek grow ever brighter.
Scholarly application, Marietta thought with a hint of bitterness. Perhaps on other days Marietta could be found in the library seeking to expand her knowledge, but not on this day. The Princess put too much stock in her presence here.
Marietta took a deep breath. The Princess was right. She was being far too critical of herself, and she mustn’t allow her foul mood to lead to an even worse moment between the two. “Snow,” Marietta said after finally regaining control of her thoughts. “I took the time this morning to watch it from my window. Have you ever noticed how, like raindrops, it never falls in quite the same manner? It’s light enough to be carried by wind but powerful enough that we feel it upon our bare flesh. What is it? Is snow merely Demeter’s frozen tears as she weeps for her daughter’s return? If so why is it so… beautiful?”
“But then I questioned this morning,” Marietta continued glancing down at the parchments. “Is it beautiful? Or does snow bring sadness? Is the reason it melts upon kissing the earth because it is a reality so bitter that Demeter wants to do away with it?”
Marietta looked down at the scrolls. She ran a finger down it, lost in the cloud of her thoughts. “It is hardly academic reasons I am here today, Your Highness. I seek inspiration to further my artwork. I find my creations trapped in the same motif no matter what I have done to escape it. I thought that perhaps researching snow could change the way my mind thinks and produce something other than what my paintbrush has been dictating. I wish to produce something worthy of dedicating to Apollo, but he deserves only dedications he has not seen before.”
Did any of this make sense? Marietta found herself silent again as she searched for ways to add clarity. Very few people truly wished to hear her speak of art and those that did rarely understood the way her mind works. She realized she saw this world through different eyes. Marietta lifted her finger off the smooth parchment, glancing back up at Princess Persephone. Her blush was now mostly subsided, though remnants still were evident on the apples of her cheeks. “In short, snow is very fascinating.”
Persephone was patience and elegance incarnate as she listened to the Lady Marietta. It was a visage that she had been taught to perfect for many years but that did not necessarily make it a falsehood. Instead, she naturally settled her frame into one of good posture, her hands coming to fold before her pelvis and her shoulders back. Her head remained carefully raised and authoritative but the effect was dulled by the little tilt she gave to her neck as she listened. As if she were still and caught in her attentions by her companion’s words.
When Marietta spoke of snow with such fascination, the corner of Persephone's lips pulled up in an amused smile and her eyes lit from within. Her stare turned to the pages that she had set upon the table top, her fingers reaching out to shift them from overlapping so that she might glance upon their content with this new understanding of topic.
She turned back to the young girl before her - technically as old as herself and yet seeming more curious and openly accepting of outside notions than she. Despite her frustrations and obvious bad mood, Marietta maintained an open acceptance of ignorance than only the young seemed content to explore. Persephone's lessons were all about ensuring that she never admitted to not knowing anything or being uncertain of anything. And here was Marietta, openly challenging herself with the knowledge that she was unwise in this particular subject; challenging herself to seek answers.
Persephone found that concept entirely foreign and more than a little liberating in her mind. Her smile turned broader as she was given the chance to speak as Marietta appeared a little embarrassed by her own diatribe.
"I can't say that I have ever looked upon snow with such a seeking eye." She offered the girl, her tone neither chastising nor mocking. She seemed genuinely interested in the manner in which Marietta saw the world. "I think you have an interesting and engaging perspective Lady Marietta that I feel... inferior in accepting as more evocative than my own." A little furrow caught between Persephone's brows as she looked upon the papers once more. The tip of her tongue touched her lower lip in consideration. "Perhaps the snow is beautiful before Demeter's tears are borne of love over selfish want? Sorrow can be painful but it can also be a symptom of the beauty that is compassion? The tears we shed for ourselves can be ugly whilst those shed for others a thing of beauty perhaps?" She looked to the girl with a quizzical expression that sought Marietta's opinion, before she smiled again. "I am not accustomed to discussing the Gods in such a way. You make me feel ignorant of lack of questioning spirit, Marietta." Her last few words were spoken with a melodic song of amusement at herself.
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Persephone was patience and elegance incarnate as she listened to the Lady Marietta. It was a visage that she had been taught to perfect for many years but that did not necessarily make it a falsehood. Instead, she naturally settled her frame into one of good posture, her hands coming to fold before her pelvis and her shoulders back. Her head remained carefully raised and authoritative but the effect was dulled by the little tilt she gave to her neck as she listened. As if she were still and caught in her attentions by her companion’s words.
When Marietta spoke of snow with such fascination, the corner of Persephone's lips pulled up in an amused smile and her eyes lit from within. Her stare turned to the pages that she had set upon the table top, her fingers reaching out to shift them from overlapping so that she might glance upon their content with this new understanding of topic.
She turned back to the young girl before her - technically as old as herself and yet seeming more curious and openly accepting of outside notions than she. Despite her frustrations and obvious bad mood, Marietta maintained an open acceptance of ignorance than only the young seemed content to explore. Persephone's lessons were all about ensuring that she never admitted to not knowing anything or being uncertain of anything. And here was Marietta, openly challenging herself with the knowledge that she was unwise in this particular subject; challenging herself to seek answers.
Persephone found that concept entirely foreign and more than a little liberating in her mind. Her smile turned broader as she was given the chance to speak as Marietta appeared a little embarrassed by her own diatribe.
"I can't say that I have ever looked upon snow with such a seeking eye." She offered the girl, her tone neither chastising nor mocking. She seemed genuinely interested in the manner in which Marietta saw the world. "I think you have an interesting and engaging perspective Lady Marietta that I feel... inferior in accepting as more evocative than my own." A little furrow caught between Persephone's brows as she looked upon the papers once more. The tip of her tongue touched her lower lip in consideration. "Perhaps the snow is beautiful before Demeter's tears are borne of love over selfish want? Sorrow can be painful but it can also be a symptom of the beauty that is compassion? The tears we shed for ourselves can be ugly whilst those shed for others a thing of beauty perhaps?" She looked to the girl with a quizzical expression that sought Marietta's opinion, before she smiled again. "I am not accustomed to discussing the Gods in such a way. You make me feel ignorant of lack of questioning spirit, Marietta." Her last few words were spoken with a melodic song of amusement at herself.
Persephone was patience and elegance incarnate as she listened to the Lady Marietta. It was a visage that she had been taught to perfect for many years but that did not necessarily make it a falsehood. Instead, she naturally settled her frame into one of good posture, her hands coming to fold before her pelvis and her shoulders back. Her head remained carefully raised and authoritative but the effect was dulled by the little tilt she gave to her neck as she listened. As if she were still and caught in her attentions by her companion’s words.
When Marietta spoke of snow with such fascination, the corner of Persephone's lips pulled up in an amused smile and her eyes lit from within. Her stare turned to the pages that she had set upon the table top, her fingers reaching out to shift them from overlapping so that she might glance upon their content with this new understanding of topic.
She turned back to the young girl before her - technically as old as herself and yet seeming more curious and openly accepting of outside notions than she. Despite her frustrations and obvious bad mood, Marietta maintained an open acceptance of ignorance than only the young seemed content to explore. Persephone's lessons were all about ensuring that she never admitted to not knowing anything or being uncertain of anything. And here was Marietta, openly challenging herself with the knowledge that she was unwise in this particular subject; challenging herself to seek answers.
Persephone found that concept entirely foreign and more than a little liberating in her mind. Her smile turned broader as she was given the chance to speak as Marietta appeared a little embarrassed by her own diatribe.
"I can't say that I have ever looked upon snow with such a seeking eye." She offered the girl, her tone neither chastising nor mocking. She seemed genuinely interested in the manner in which Marietta saw the world. "I think you have an interesting and engaging perspective Lady Marietta that I feel... inferior in accepting as more evocative than my own." A little furrow caught between Persephone's brows as she looked upon the papers once more. The tip of her tongue touched her lower lip in consideration. "Perhaps the snow is beautiful before Demeter's tears are borne of love over selfish want? Sorrow can be painful but it can also be a symptom of the beauty that is compassion? The tears we shed for ourselves can be ugly whilst those shed for others a thing of beauty perhaps?" She looked to the girl with a quizzical expression that sought Marietta's opinion, before she smiled again. "I am not accustomed to discussing the Gods in such a way. You make me feel ignorant of lack of questioning spirit, Marietta." Her last few words were spoken with a melodic song of amusement at herself.
Marietta’s turmoil over her own emotions and lack of positive inspiration came to a sudden halt as the words fell from the Princess’s lips. Words like inferior or ignorant were never something that would come to Marietta’s mind when thinking of the Persephone. She had a grace that Marietta could never dream of matching, and confidence that Marietta was so envious of. To be fair, this was a trait shared by most royals and nobles that Marietta came across. And yet, among them, Persephone was one of few individuals that stood out from them as the epitome of perfection. She highlighted all that Marietta lacked, and yet Marietta held no anger towards her. She could stand in the shadows in jealousy, but letting go of such contorted emotions and choosing instead to admire from afar was much easier.
Persephone’s own thoughts of herself aside, another statement of interest found its way to the center of Marietta’s attention. Marietta could not find the falsehood of the Princess’s statement about tears, compassion, and beauty and yet it didn’t completely sit right with Marietta. “Are Demeter’s tears compassion or are they desire for something one cannot have? Is there beauty in desire, Princess? If it is desire that Demeter truly feels, then surely it must be beautiful, as all things the gods do are. But then I must question, is it mortals that twist that feeling and turn it into greed and jealousy? Is desire simply the catalyst to something darker? An alluring mask to hide the ugliness of man?”
Marietta hesitated taking stock of Persephone’s next words. Questioning spirit? She would never wish to be perceived as questioning the gods. If people like Persephone were perfection, then the gods were something beyond that. “To try to understand the motives of the gods is a dizzying task far beyond my station, or anyone’s really,” Marietta spoke slowly, eyebrows knitting together as she tried to decipher the puzzle pieces within her own mind. “But I find that looking at the small moments that they create gives me a better understanding of myself and those around me. Everything that I see has a cause for existing and an effect that it brings. Water rains from the heavens giving us life and a means to wash away the dirtiness that it brings. Your father, blessed by the gods, leads Athenia to a new dawn. And emotions, as complex as they are, must have a reason for existing right? For why else would Apollo allow us to capture emotions in art, and bless those the ability to decipher what that art may hold?”
Marietta stopped suddenly, realizing that she no longer had control of her words as they tumbled out one after the other. Did they make sense? “Forgive me, I lost myself once again. I must admit, my mind is troubled as of late. I typically find solace in the art I create and music I play, but when all I touch turns bitter I cannot find peace. That is why I turned to the snow today and went on a quest to better understand it. Honestly, this is all ramblings of a confused girl who knows not when to be silent.”
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Marietta’s turmoil over her own emotions and lack of positive inspiration came to a sudden halt as the words fell from the Princess’s lips. Words like inferior or ignorant were never something that would come to Marietta’s mind when thinking of the Persephone. She had a grace that Marietta could never dream of matching, and confidence that Marietta was so envious of. To be fair, this was a trait shared by most royals and nobles that Marietta came across. And yet, among them, Persephone was one of few individuals that stood out from them as the epitome of perfection. She highlighted all that Marietta lacked, and yet Marietta held no anger towards her. She could stand in the shadows in jealousy, but letting go of such contorted emotions and choosing instead to admire from afar was much easier.
Persephone’s own thoughts of herself aside, another statement of interest found its way to the center of Marietta’s attention. Marietta could not find the falsehood of the Princess’s statement about tears, compassion, and beauty and yet it didn’t completely sit right with Marietta. “Are Demeter’s tears compassion or are they desire for something one cannot have? Is there beauty in desire, Princess? If it is desire that Demeter truly feels, then surely it must be beautiful, as all things the gods do are. But then I must question, is it mortals that twist that feeling and turn it into greed and jealousy? Is desire simply the catalyst to something darker? An alluring mask to hide the ugliness of man?”
Marietta hesitated taking stock of Persephone’s next words. Questioning spirit? She would never wish to be perceived as questioning the gods. If people like Persephone were perfection, then the gods were something beyond that. “To try to understand the motives of the gods is a dizzying task far beyond my station, or anyone’s really,” Marietta spoke slowly, eyebrows knitting together as she tried to decipher the puzzle pieces within her own mind. “But I find that looking at the small moments that they create gives me a better understanding of myself and those around me. Everything that I see has a cause for existing and an effect that it brings. Water rains from the heavens giving us life and a means to wash away the dirtiness that it brings. Your father, blessed by the gods, leads Athenia to a new dawn. And emotions, as complex as they are, must have a reason for existing right? For why else would Apollo allow us to capture emotions in art, and bless those the ability to decipher what that art may hold?”
Marietta stopped suddenly, realizing that she no longer had control of her words as they tumbled out one after the other. Did they make sense? “Forgive me, I lost myself once again. I must admit, my mind is troubled as of late. I typically find solace in the art I create and music I play, but when all I touch turns bitter I cannot find peace. That is why I turned to the snow today and went on a quest to better understand it. Honestly, this is all ramblings of a confused girl who knows not when to be silent.”
Marietta’s turmoil over her own emotions and lack of positive inspiration came to a sudden halt as the words fell from the Princess’s lips. Words like inferior or ignorant were never something that would come to Marietta’s mind when thinking of the Persephone. She had a grace that Marietta could never dream of matching, and confidence that Marietta was so envious of. To be fair, this was a trait shared by most royals and nobles that Marietta came across. And yet, among them, Persephone was one of few individuals that stood out from them as the epitome of perfection. She highlighted all that Marietta lacked, and yet Marietta held no anger towards her. She could stand in the shadows in jealousy, but letting go of such contorted emotions and choosing instead to admire from afar was much easier.
Persephone’s own thoughts of herself aside, another statement of interest found its way to the center of Marietta’s attention. Marietta could not find the falsehood of the Princess’s statement about tears, compassion, and beauty and yet it didn’t completely sit right with Marietta. “Are Demeter’s tears compassion or are they desire for something one cannot have? Is there beauty in desire, Princess? If it is desire that Demeter truly feels, then surely it must be beautiful, as all things the gods do are. But then I must question, is it mortals that twist that feeling and turn it into greed and jealousy? Is desire simply the catalyst to something darker? An alluring mask to hide the ugliness of man?”
Marietta hesitated taking stock of Persephone’s next words. Questioning spirit? She would never wish to be perceived as questioning the gods. If people like Persephone were perfection, then the gods were something beyond that. “To try to understand the motives of the gods is a dizzying task far beyond my station, or anyone’s really,” Marietta spoke slowly, eyebrows knitting together as she tried to decipher the puzzle pieces within her own mind. “But I find that looking at the small moments that they create gives me a better understanding of myself and those around me. Everything that I see has a cause for existing and an effect that it brings. Water rains from the heavens giving us life and a means to wash away the dirtiness that it brings. Your father, blessed by the gods, leads Athenia to a new dawn. And emotions, as complex as they are, must have a reason for existing right? For why else would Apollo allow us to capture emotions in art, and bless those the ability to decipher what that art may hold?”
Marietta stopped suddenly, realizing that she no longer had control of her words as they tumbled out one after the other. Did they make sense? “Forgive me, I lost myself once again. I must admit, my mind is troubled as of late. I typically find solace in the art I create and music I play, but when all I touch turns bitter I cannot find peace. That is why I turned to the snow today and went on a quest to better understand it. Honestly, this is all ramblings of a confused girl who knows not when to be silent.”
Persephone had been trained from a young age to speak with everyone in a manner of respect and compassion - a tone that would place them at ease for any queries, questions or requests that she might have of them as a royal. And yet, whilst she was not the easiest person to befriend, Persephone would communicate with others in a manner that was kindly even if she had not been raised that way. Generally, a caring person and open to the emotions and thoughts of others - not to mention the acceptance of ignorance within herself as to the intentions of others - she was good at listening. Not the sort that would bond for life with another and share the deepest hidden secrets of her heart with those she considered her nearest and dearest, Persephone was only restricted from such behaviours because of her rank and role within the kingdom. She could not be seen to hold weakness. And yet, helping others in their times of difficulty was acceptable. She just couldn't be seen to return the exchange.
As Marietta waffled her way through a ramble that was more an exposition of thought than it was a carefully honed monologue, Persephone had only watched with a degree of interest and genuine sincerity upon her face, nodding where appropriate and offering an expression of consideration over the points that were perhaps more far-fetched in logic than the temples and priests might like noble ladies to think. Her features never twisted into disbelief, nor did she ever show a look of disdain or disregard for the Lady Marietta's words. Instead, she stood calm and regal and simply listened...
When Marietta had finished, she seemed to take Persephone's silence as an implication of her having rambled and been rude in some way by not recognising when she should have simply been quiet. The princess was quick to shake her head softly and reach out a hand to place on her arm. Her touch was just the tips of her fingers in gentle reassurance. She barely touched the girl and then withdrew her advance once more.
"I think it a fine character that cannot restrain their creativity and quizzical enjoyment of life." Persephone assured her. A single sentence to sum up all that Marietta had expelled in her enthusiasm. And her words were genuine. Provided that you had nothing to hide - that your words were simple honesty and genuine desire to learn - where was the necessity to watch every word that slipped beyond your lips? In politics and perhaps in romance, there was a need to regulate what you said, but when it came to simple passion? Passion that could not fall back upon those you care for in any negative way? Where was the sense in restraining such positivity?
With a quick and quiet gesture, Persephone encouraged Marietta to take the seat that she had vacated when all of the papers had fallen in a flurry to the ground. Persephone reflected the action by taking the seat across from her, the work that Marietta had been absorbed in lying on the surface between them.
She wanted to speak with this woman a little longer, pick at her mind - the mind with so many interesting ideas. But she also had picked up on the moment of personal revelation that Marietta had allowed to slip. The fact that her mind 'was troubled'. And Persephone felt it unlikely that the woman would wish to discuss her private affairs standing upright and stoic.
"Perhaps the Gods hold a different view of the world than we do?" Persephone asked, admitting to the ignorance of man. "Perhaps they can see the truth where we have only a muddy understanding of it. The idea that jealousy and envy and darker emotions that are tied to passion but cause only pain and suffering... Perhaps the Gods know how to avoid such things. Or see the beauty in those too. I have not the answers, but they are fun to try and surmise, are they not?" She smiled at the young woman. Then she turned her head and her expression turned caring and open. "I can understand why you might seek answers if your mind is troubled with something you cannot find such things for." She offered, sweetly. "I do not propose to be all knowing but sometimes a listener can aid in the quest for reason...?"
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Persephone had been trained from a young age to speak with everyone in a manner of respect and compassion - a tone that would place them at ease for any queries, questions or requests that she might have of them as a royal. And yet, whilst she was not the easiest person to befriend, Persephone would communicate with others in a manner that was kindly even if she had not been raised that way. Generally, a caring person and open to the emotions and thoughts of others - not to mention the acceptance of ignorance within herself as to the intentions of others - she was good at listening. Not the sort that would bond for life with another and share the deepest hidden secrets of her heart with those she considered her nearest and dearest, Persephone was only restricted from such behaviours because of her rank and role within the kingdom. She could not be seen to hold weakness. And yet, helping others in their times of difficulty was acceptable. She just couldn't be seen to return the exchange.
As Marietta waffled her way through a ramble that was more an exposition of thought than it was a carefully honed monologue, Persephone had only watched with a degree of interest and genuine sincerity upon her face, nodding where appropriate and offering an expression of consideration over the points that were perhaps more far-fetched in logic than the temples and priests might like noble ladies to think. Her features never twisted into disbelief, nor did she ever show a look of disdain or disregard for the Lady Marietta's words. Instead, she stood calm and regal and simply listened...
When Marietta had finished, she seemed to take Persephone's silence as an implication of her having rambled and been rude in some way by not recognising when she should have simply been quiet. The princess was quick to shake her head softly and reach out a hand to place on her arm. Her touch was just the tips of her fingers in gentle reassurance. She barely touched the girl and then withdrew her advance once more.
"I think it a fine character that cannot restrain their creativity and quizzical enjoyment of life." Persephone assured her. A single sentence to sum up all that Marietta had expelled in her enthusiasm. And her words were genuine. Provided that you had nothing to hide - that your words were simple honesty and genuine desire to learn - where was the necessity to watch every word that slipped beyond your lips? In politics and perhaps in romance, there was a need to regulate what you said, but when it came to simple passion? Passion that could not fall back upon those you care for in any negative way? Where was the sense in restraining such positivity?
With a quick and quiet gesture, Persephone encouraged Marietta to take the seat that she had vacated when all of the papers had fallen in a flurry to the ground. Persephone reflected the action by taking the seat across from her, the work that Marietta had been absorbed in lying on the surface between them.
She wanted to speak with this woman a little longer, pick at her mind - the mind with so many interesting ideas. But she also had picked up on the moment of personal revelation that Marietta had allowed to slip. The fact that her mind 'was troubled'. And Persephone felt it unlikely that the woman would wish to discuss her private affairs standing upright and stoic.
"Perhaps the Gods hold a different view of the world than we do?" Persephone asked, admitting to the ignorance of man. "Perhaps they can see the truth where we have only a muddy understanding of it. The idea that jealousy and envy and darker emotions that are tied to passion but cause only pain and suffering... Perhaps the Gods know how to avoid such things. Or see the beauty in those too. I have not the answers, but they are fun to try and surmise, are they not?" She smiled at the young woman. Then she turned her head and her expression turned caring and open. "I can understand why you might seek answers if your mind is troubled with something you cannot find such things for." She offered, sweetly. "I do not propose to be all knowing but sometimes a listener can aid in the quest for reason...?"
Persephone had been trained from a young age to speak with everyone in a manner of respect and compassion - a tone that would place them at ease for any queries, questions or requests that she might have of them as a royal. And yet, whilst she was not the easiest person to befriend, Persephone would communicate with others in a manner that was kindly even if she had not been raised that way. Generally, a caring person and open to the emotions and thoughts of others - not to mention the acceptance of ignorance within herself as to the intentions of others - she was good at listening. Not the sort that would bond for life with another and share the deepest hidden secrets of her heart with those she considered her nearest and dearest, Persephone was only restricted from such behaviours because of her rank and role within the kingdom. She could not be seen to hold weakness. And yet, helping others in their times of difficulty was acceptable. She just couldn't be seen to return the exchange.
As Marietta waffled her way through a ramble that was more an exposition of thought than it was a carefully honed monologue, Persephone had only watched with a degree of interest and genuine sincerity upon her face, nodding where appropriate and offering an expression of consideration over the points that were perhaps more far-fetched in logic than the temples and priests might like noble ladies to think. Her features never twisted into disbelief, nor did she ever show a look of disdain or disregard for the Lady Marietta's words. Instead, she stood calm and regal and simply listened...
When Marietta had finished, she seemed to take Persephone's silence as an implication of her having rambled and been rude in some way by not recognising when she should have simply been quiet. The princess was quick to shake her head softly and reach out a hand to place on her arm. Her touch was just the tips of her fingers in gentle reassurance. She barely touched the girl and then withdrew her advance once more.
"I think it a fine character that cannot restrain their creativity and quizzical enjoyment of life." Persephone assured her. A single sentence to sum up all that Marietta had expelled in her enthusiasm. And her words were genuine. Provided that you had nothing to hide - that your words were simple honesty and genuine desire to learn - where was the necessity to watch every word that slipped beyond your lips? In politics and perhaps in romance, there was a need to regulate what you said, but when it came to simple passion? Passion that could not fall back upon those you care for in any negative way? Where was the sense in restraining such positivity?
With a quick and quiet gesture, Persephone encouraged Marietta to take the seat that she had vacated when all of the papers had fallen in a flurry to the ground. Persephone reflected the action by taking the seat across from her, the work that Marietta had been absorbed in lying on the surface between them.
She wanted to speak with this woman a little longer, pick at her mind - the mind with so many interesting ideas. But she also had picked up on the moment of personal revelation that Marietta had allowed to slip. The fact that her mind 'was troubled'. And Persephone felt it unlikely that the woman would wish to discuss her private affairs standing upright and stoic.
"Perhaps the Gods hold a different view of the world than we do?" Persephone asked, admitting to the ignorance of man. "Perhaps they can see the truth where we have only a muddy understanding of it. The idea that jealousy and envy and darker emotions that are tied to passion but cause only pain and suffering... Perhaps the Gods know how to avoid such things. Or see the beauty in those too. I have not the answers, but they are fun to try and surmise, are they not?" She smiled at the young woman. Then she turned her head and her expression turned caring and open. "I can understand why you might seek answers if your mind is troubled with something you cannot find such things for." She offered, sweetly. "I do not propose to be all knowing but sometimes a listener can aid in the quest for reason...?"
Marietta paused, hesitate with the change of subject. It had gone from talk of snow and gods, to her troubled mind, something Marietta should have never brought up. Talking about her feelings was something of great difficulty to the young Lady, especially to those she was not close to. Marietta liked the princess, but beyond polite interactions at events and court she could not say she knew Persephone, nor did she know her. As such she felt herself become discomforted again, and her shyness begin to bubble once more. Speaking of art was something easy for Marietta, as was music. Even the gods and interpreting their actions was something that was an easier conversation, specifically when it affected her art. But the subject of herself was something Marietta felt was, at best, boring to those she was speaking to, and at worse it was tortuous.
She bit her lip and twirled a loose strand of her hair with her finger. She wasn’t wrong that a listener could… aid, but Marietta still felt uneasy. The fallout between Marietta and Elias, while not entirely unnoticed as the two never spoke with each other at court, nor have they been seen together in nearly a year, was not something she wished to become gossip. Gossip was a terrible, difficult thing one that came with many dangers as Marietta had learned. She did not know what could happen if someone else knew the specifics between Elias and Marietta, something she kept hidden from even her family who she felt so close to and tried to have no secrets with. And yet… speaking was exactly what Marietta wanted to do, to settle her turbulent mind, and perhaps work towards mending bridges with a man she had been friends with over a decade. As angry as she was with Elias, and hurt by the actions that he caused... she missed him. It was an odd friendship, the man was a playboy and Marietta a shy girl. But the times where a young Marietta would help Elias practice his plays, and Elias observe her art, and the laughter they both shared in otherwise meaningless moments was something she held close. The man, along with Sofia, helped encourage Marietta out of her shy shell at times, pushing her to be better and actually listening to her when so many others shoved her aside. He was wrong on that day, for slapping Marietta and causing the scar on her lip. But so was Marietta for gossiping about her friend and ruining a relationship he loved. There were no right answer, and thus the nebulous feeling that gripped the young girl grew ever clouded, with no signs of clarity.
But, perhaps… Marietta could share some words with the Princess. There was wisdom in finding counsel and with Persephone being apart from the situation, she could see it with eyes Marietta did not have. “Have you…. Been wrong before?” Marietta began slowly. Each word was carefully considered, with long pauses in between. “Have you been wrong and regret it? But the person you were wrong to did something they shouldn’t have done? How do you… move on from that, Princess? That person did something I find… terrible… but so did I. And yet despite this person’s actions… I would like to find common ground. How would you handle a situation like this, your Highness?”
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Marietta paused, hesitate with the change of subject. It had gone from talk of snow and gods, to her troubled mind, something Marietta should have never brought up. Talking about her feelings was something of great difficulty to the young Lady, especially to those she was not close to. Marietta liked the princess, but beyond polite interactions at events and court she could not say she knew Persephone, nor did she know her. As such she felt herself become discomforted again, and her shyness begin to bubble once more. Speaking of art was something easy for Marietta, as was music. Even the gods and interpreting their actions was something that was an easier conversation, specifically when it affected her art. But the subject of herself was something Marietta felt was, at best, boring to those she was speaking to, and at worse it was tortuous.
She bit her lip and twirled a loose strand of her hair with her finger. She wasn’t wrong that a listener could… aid, but Marietta still felt uneasy. The fallout between Marietta and Elias, while not entirely unnoticed as the two never spoke with each other at court, nor have they been seen together in nearly a year, was not something she wished to become gossip. Gossip was a terrible, difficult thing one that came with many dangers as Marietta had learned. She did not know what could happen if someone else knew the specifics between Elias and Marietta, something she kept hidden from even her family who she felt so close to and tried to have no secrets with. And yet… speaking was exactly what Marietta wanted to do, to settle her turbulent mind, and perhaps work towards mending bridges with a man she had been friends with over a decade. As angry as she was with Elias, and hurt by the actions that he caused... she missed him. It was an odd friendship, the man was a playboy and Marietta a shy girl. But the times where a young Marietta would help Elias practice his plays, and Elias observe her art, and the laughter they both shared in otherwise meaningless moments was something she held close. The man, along with Sofia, helped encourage Marietta out of her shy shell at times, pushing her to be better and actually listening to her when so many others shoved her aside. He was wrong on that day, for slapping Marietta and causing the scar on her lip. But so was Marietta for gossiping about her friend and ruining a relationship he loved. There were no right answer, and thus the nebulous feeling that gripped the young girl grew ever clouded, with no signs of clarity.
But, perhaps… Marietta could share some words with the Princess. There was wisdom in finding counsel and with Persephone being apart from the situation, she could see it with eyes Marietta did not have. “Have you…. Been wrong before?” Marietta began slowly. Each word was carefully considered, with long pauses in between. “Have you been wrong and regret it? But the person you were wrong to did something they shouldn’t have done? How do you… move on from that, Princess? That person did something I find… terrible… but so did I. And yet despite this person’s actions… I would like to find common ground. How would you handle a situation like this, your Highness?”
Marietta paused, hesitate with the change of subject. It had gone from talk of snow and gods, to her troubled mind, something Marietta should have never brought up. Talking about her feelings was something of great difficulty to the young Lady, especially to those she was not close to. Marietta liked the princess, but beyond polite interactions at events and court she could not say she knew Persephone, nor did she know her. As such she felt herself become discomforted again, and her shyness begin to bubble once more. Speaking of art was something easy for Marietta, as was music. Even the gods and interpreting their actions was something that was an easier conversation, specifically when it affected her art. But the subject of herself was something Marietta felt was, at best, boring to those she was speaking to, and at worse it was tortuous.
She bit her lip and twirled a loose strand of her hair with her finger. She wasn’t wrong that a listener could… aid, but Marietta still felt uneasy. The fallout between Marietta and Elias, while not entirely unnoticed as the two never spoke with each other at court, nor have they been seen together in nearly a year, was not something she wished to become gossip. Gossip was a terrible, difficult thing one that came with many dangers as Marietta had learned. She did not know what could happen if someone else knew the specifics between Elias and Marietta, something she kept hidden from even her family who she felt so close to and tried to have no secrets with. And yet… speaking was exactly what Marietta wanted to do, to settle her turbulent mind, and perhaps work towards mending bridges with a man she had been friends with over a decade. As angry as she was with Elias, and hurt by the actions that he caused... she missed him. It was an odd friendship, the man was a playboy and Marietta a shy girl. But the times where a young Marietta would help Elias practice his plays, and Elias observe her art, and the laughter they both shared in otherwise meaningless moments was something she held close. The man, along with Sofia, helped encourage Marietta out of her shy shell at times, pushing her to be better and actually listening to her when so many others shoved her aside. He was wrong on that day, for slapping Marietta and causing the scar on her lip. But so was Marietta for gossiping about her friend and ruining a relationship he loved. There were no right answer, and thus the nebulous feeling that gripped the young girl grew ever clouded, with no signs of clarity.
But, perhaps… Marietta could share some words with the Princess. There was wisdom in finding counsel and with Persephone being apart from the situation, she could see it with eyes Marietta did not have. “Have you…. Been wrong before?” Marietta began slowly. Each word was carefully considered, with long pauses in between. “Have you been wrong and regret it? But the person you were wrong to did something they shouldn’t have done? How do you… move on from that, Princess? That person did something I find… terrible… but so did I. And yet despite this person’s actions… I would like to find common ground. How would you handle a situation like this, your Highness?”
Persephone sat quietly across the table from Marietta, her head tilted to one side in consideration. It was clear that the young girl felt nervous at the idea of opening up, unsure on how to proceed with things and break her silence of private contemplation. It was on the tip of Persephone's tongue to retract her offer, to apologise for being too forward in her curiosity and give Marietta the opportunity to back away from the topic. Before such words left her lips, however, Marietta broke with her shy quiet and tried to put her fears and trials of mind into works...
She asked if Persephone had ever done something wrong. If she had been able to find forgiveness in herself and from another in a situation where two friends were equally to blame for something - be it the same event or two separate discords of equal sin. The princess's features were set into lines of curiosity, of consideration. She paused quiet for a moment after Marietta's questions, showing her dedication to the subject by thinking through her answer with care.
"I am no expert at relationships, Lady Marietta." She told her, to begin with. "I can only tell you of my own personal opinion..." She licked her lips, considering how to word just that. "I think that, the moment a relationship is set upon with a score, it is doomed to fail. Be it romantic or friendship or otherwise. I do not believe that one wrong should be seen as justification or supplication for another. If you have wronged someone, I would turn to thoughts on how to make amends. But you can only offer what contrition you can. The decision for forgiveness must rest with them. If, in turn, they have also committed a wrong, you'll not encourage survival in your relationship by expecting equal apology on their behalf. That is only something that they can offer if they truly feel it."
Persephone's shoulders rose in a light, little shrug.
"I think that in relationships you can only ever give. What they offer back to you is not within your control and to try and expect it is to be doomed to a dynamic of constant score keeping."
Persephone's eyes narrowed.
"I know that we are not the closest of friends, Lady Marietta but I have always thought you to have a kind soul. I advise that any true friend, deserving of that kindness, will recognise your contrition for whatever slight it is you committed against them." She reached out and placed her fingertips upon the back of Marietta's hand for a moment and offered a sad little smile. "It may just take a little time for emotions to calm and your apologies to be felt."
In retrieving her hand back, Persephone made a face of apology herself.
"Now I feel that I must apologise, I am not entirely sure that such advice was well worded or comforting enough to your troubles."
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Persephone sat quietly across the table from Marietta, her head tilted to one side in consideration. It was clear that the young girl felt nervous at the idea of opening up, unsure on how to proceed with things and break her silence of private contemplation. It was on the tip of Persephone's tongue to retract her offer, to apologise for being too forward in her curiosity and give Marietta the opportunity to back away from the topic. Before such words left her lips, however, Marietta broke with her shy quiet and tried to put her fears and trials of mind into works...
She asked if Persephone had ever done something wrong. If she had been able to find forgiveness in herself and from another in a situation where two friends were equally to blame for something - be it the same event or two separate discords of equal sin. The princess's features were set into lines of curiosity, of consideration. She paused quiet for a moment after Marietta's questions, showing her dedication to the subject by thinking through her answer with care.
"I am no expert at relationships, Lady Marietta." She told her, to begin with. "I can only tell you of my own personal opinion..." She licked her lips, considering how to word just that. "I think that, the moment a relationship is set upon with a score, it is doomed to fail. Be it romantic or friendship or otherwise. I do not believe that one wrong should be seen as justification or supplication for another. If you have wronged someone, I would turn to thoughts on how to make amends. But you can only offer what contrition you can. The decision for forgiveness must rest with them. If, in turn, they have also committed a wrong, you'll not encourage survival in your relationship by expecting equal apology on their behalf. That is only something that they can offer if they truly feel it."
Persephone's shoulders rose in a light, little shrug.
"I think that in relationships you can only ever give. What they offer back to you is not within your control and to try and expect it is to be doomed to a dynamic of constant score keeping."
Persephone's eyes narrowed.
"I know that we are not the closest of friends, Lady Marietta but I have always thought you to have a kind soul. I advise that any true friend, deserving of that kindness, will recognise your contrition for whatever slight it is you committed against them." She reached out and placed her fingertips upon the back of Marietta's hand for a moment and offered a sad little smile. "It may just take a little time for emotions to calm and your apologies to be felt."
In retrieving her hand back, Persephone made a face of apology herself.
"Now I feel that I must apologise, I am not entirely sure that such advice was well worded or comforting enough to your troubles."
Persephone sat quietly across the table from Marietta, her head tilted to one side in consideration. It was clear that the young girl felt nervous at the idea of opening up, unsure on how to proceed with things and break her silence of private contemplation. It was on the tip of Persephone's tongue to retract her offer, to apologise for being too forward in her curiosity and give Marietta the opportunity to back away from the topic. Before such words left her lips, however, Marietta broke with her shy quiet and tried to put her fears and trials of mind into works...
She asked if Persephone had ever done something wrong. If she had been able to find forgiveness in herself and from another in a situation where two friends were equally to blame for something - be it the same event or two separate discords of equal sin. The princess's features were set into lines of curiosity, of consideration. She paused quiet for a moment after Marietta's questions, showing her dedication to the subject by thinking through her answer with care.
"I am no expert at relationships, Lady Marietta." She told her, to begin with. "I can only tell you of my own personal opinion..." She licked her lips, considering how to word just that. "I think that, the moment a relationship is set upon with a score, it is doomed to fail. Be it romantic or friendship or otherwise. I do not believe that one wrong should be seen as justification or supplication for another. If you have wronged someone, I would turn to thoughts on how to make amends. But you can only offer what contrition you can. The decision for forgiveness must rest with them. If, in turn, they have also committed a wrong, you'll not encourage survival in your relationship by expecting equal apology on their behalf. That is only something that they can offer if they truly feel it."
Persephone's shoulders rose in a light, little shrug.
"I think that in relationships you can only ever give. What they offer back to you is not within your control and to try and expect it is to be doomed to a dynamic of constant score keeping."
Persephone's eyes narrowed.
"I know that we are not the closest of friends, Lady Marietta but I have always thought you to have a kind soul. I advise that any true friend, deserving of that kindness, will recognise your contrition for whatever slight it is you committed against them." She reached out and placed her fingertips upon the back of Marietta's hand for a moment and offered a sad little smile. "It may just take a little time for emotions to calm and your apologies to be felt."
In retrieving her hand back, Persephone made a face of apology herself.
"Now I feel that I must apologise, I am not entirely sure that such advice was well worded or comforting enough to your troubles."
Despite Princess Persephone not knowing anything of the situation, her words struck her. Like a dagger against flesh, she felt them sink in deeper and deeper. Marietta had been thinking of the entire situation… selfishly. She had been thinking about what she wanted Elias to do. She wanted Elias to forgive her. She wanted Elias to apologize. She wanted… him to approach her.
But he won’t right? Had Elias ever apologized for something in her life? Marietta thought about for a moment. I’m sorry. Those were two easy words. Marietta said them almost daily. The girl lived in fear of doing something wrong, and with how shy she was it was just easier to apologize and back away then it was to hold her ground. But Elias always held his ground. He was a man who looked forward and never swayed from his goal. So why would he apologize? And why would Marietta expect him to?
She was his best friend. She should know better. She did know better. But Marietta selfishly hoped that she was wrong. She’d rather take than give in this relationship. She was… keeping score. She ruined his relationship, he scarred her face. Both warranted an apology. And just thinking that was wrong.
I need to forgive him. Marietta thought to herself. If she took the first step, if she forgave without an apology, maybe they could mend their broken friendship? Maybe Marietta could rid herself of this black cloud that had lingered since their fight. Maybe she could grow from this and be the better person, able to put aside her feelings to salvage what was more important: Their friendship.
That wasn’t weak, right? Coming from Persephone’s mouth, it didn’t seem like any of her words were weak. Persephone was wise beyond her years, Marietta could tell just from this conversation alone. She was kind and didn’t… look down upon the Antonis lady despite her many shortcomings. Marietta was just a year younger, but Persephone seemed to be lifetimes ahead of her. Marietta had so much to learn.
“No, you worded things perfectly, your highness!” Marietta’s eyes were wide. “Thank you! It… It helped put some things into perspective.” Should Marietta go to Elias? Should she apologize again? Should she keep trying over and over again until the man took her back? She had to give even now, more than a year later. She had to try again. It would be worth it, right?
Marietta had come here to the library to research about snow. She came for a muse, but instead, she found answers to questions she didn’t even know she had and from the most unlikely of sources. The gods were funny in that way. She questioned Demeter’s intentions when it came to snow, and instead, she was gifted with insight into her own troubles. “Thank you, your Highness.” Marietta quickly bowed her head with gratitude, giving Persephone a genuine brilliant smile. “I… You’ve helped a lot. I know what I have to do now.”
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Despite Princess Persephone not knowing anything of the situation, her words struck her. Like a dagger against flesh, she felt them sink in deeper and deeper. Marietta had been thinking of the entire situation… selfishly. She had been thinking about what she wanted Elias to do. She wanted Elias to forgive her. She wanted Elias to apologize. She wanted… him to approach her.
But he won’t right? Had Elias ever apologized for something in her life? Marietta thought about for a moment. I’m sorry. Those were two easy words. Marietta said them almost daily. The girl lived in fear of doing something wrong, and with how shy she was it was just easier to apologize and back away then it was to hold her ground. But Elias always held his ground. He was a man who looked forward and never swayed from his goal. So why would he apologize? And why would Marietta expect him to?
She was his best friend. She should know better. She did know better. But Marietta selfishly hoped that she was wrong. She’d rather take than give in this relationship. She was… keeping score. She ruined his relationship, he scarred her face. Both warranted an apology. And just thinking that was wrong.
I need to forgive him. Marietta thought to herself. If she took the first step, if she forgave without an apology, maybe they could mend their broken friendship? Maybe Marietta could rid herself of this black cloud that had lingered since their fight. Maybe she could grow from this and be the better person, able to put aside her feelings to salvage what was more important: Their friendship.
That wasn’t weak, right? Coming from Persephone’s mouth, it didn’t seem like any of her words were weak. Persephone was wise beyond her years, Marietta could tell just from this conversation alone. She was kind and didn’t… look down upon the Antonis lady despite her many shortcomings. Marietta was just a year younger, but Persephone seemed to be lifetimes ahead of her. Marietta had so much to learn.
“No, you worded things perfectly, your highness!” Marietta’s eyes were wide. “Thank you! It… It helped put some things into perspective.” Should Marietta go to Elias? Should she apologize again? Should she keep trying over and over again until the man took her back? She had to give even now, more than a year later. She had to try again. It would be worth it, right?
Marietta had come here to the library to research about snow. She came for a muse, but instead, she found answers to questions she didn’t even know she had and from the most unlikely of sources. The gods were funny in that way. She questioned Demeter’s intentions when it came to snow, and instead, she was gifted with insight into her own troubles. “Thank you, your Highness.” Marietta quickly bowed her head with gratitude, giving Persephone a genuine brilliant smile. “I… You’ve helped a lot. I know what I have to do now.”
Despite Princess Persephone not knowing anything of the situation, her words struck her. Like a dagger against flesh, she felt them sink in deeper and deeper. Marietta had been thinking of the entire situation… selfishly. She had been thinking about what she wanted Elias to do. She wanted Elias to forgive her. She wanted Elias to apologize. She wanted… him to approach her.
But he won’t right? Had Elias ever apologized for something in her life? Marietta thought about for a moment. I’m sorry. Those were two easy words. Marietta said them almost daily. The girl lived in fear of doing something wrong, and with how shy she was it was just easier to apologize and back away then it was to hold her ground. But Elias always held his ground. He was a man who looked forward and never swayed from his goal. So why would he apologize? And why would Marietta expect him to?
She was his best friend. She should know better. She did know better. But Marietta selfishly hoped that she was wrong. She’d rather take than give in this relationship. She was… keeping score. She ruined his relationship, he scarred her face. Both warranted an apology. And just thinking that was wrong.
I need to forgive him. Marietta thought to herself. If she took the first step, if she forgave without an apology, maybe they could mend their broken friendship? Maybe Marietta could rid herself of this black cloud that had lingered since their fight. Maybe she could grow from this and be the better person, able to put aside her feelings to salvage what was more important: Their friendship.
That wasn’t weak, right? Coming from Persephone’s mouth, it didn’t seem like any of her words were weak. Persephone was wise beyond her years, Marietta could tell just from this conversation alone. She was kind and didn’t… look down upon the Antonis lady despite her many shortcomings. Marietta was just a year younger, but Persephone seemed to be lifetimes ahead of her. Marietta had so much to learn.
“No, you worded things perfectly, your highness!” Marietta’s eyes were wide. “Thank you! It… It helped put some things into perspective.” Should Marietta go to Elias? Should she apologize again? Should she keep trying over and over again until the man took her back? She had to give even now, more than a year later. She had to try again. It would be worth it, right?
Marietta had come here to the library to research about snow. She came for a muse, but instead, she found answers to questions she didn’t even know she had and from the most unlikely of sources. The gods were funny in that way. She questioned Demeter’s intentions when it came to snow, and instead, she was gifted with insight into her own troubles. “Thank you, your Highness.” Marietta quickly bowed her head with gratitude, giving Persephone a genuine brilliant smile. “I… You’ve helped a lot. I know what I have to do now.”
Persephone watched as Marietta absorbed her words slowly. The young woman's focus was clearly turned inwards, her eyes shifting and her lips growing tense. But her visions seemed not to be truly seeing the table top she peered at. Nor did her mouth form words with any kind of precision or sound. Instead, she was looking inwards, upon her memories and her ideals, considering the thoughts processes that Persephone's words had struck within her. And Persephone allowed her the time and privacy to consider such things without her own nosiness breaching her intimate thoughts or upsetting her train of consciousness.
When Marietta looked up at her and assured her that her advice was well worded and her thoughts a little more at ease, Persephone's smile was bright and genuine in return. It was rare that she was able to offer someone other than her sister true advice and she found that she quite liked it. It was nice to be able to help however she could, even if it was just a simple conversation over a topic that she didn't truly understand.
Whichever sentiment that had meant something to Marietta, however, it had clearly resonated. The young woman looked to Persephone with a lightness that had been missing from her features previously, the darkness of her personal doubt and confusion having lifted a little. She smiled and Persephone was grinning back as the young Antonis thanked her and assured her that her words had been helpful - that she now knew what she needed to do in order to alleviate her pain and difficulties.
Persephone nodded. She gave the girl her privacy by not asking any further on the who or the what the situation was. That was Marietta's own business. But she was glad that she had been able to help. So, she told her as much.
"I'm glad for it, Lady Marietta." She assured her with a soft smile before looking up and across, beyond Marietta's shoulder. Her guardsmen had arrived at the doorway of the library and were intent on seeing her back to the palati. It would appear that the time she had set aside to perhaps investigate the library and choose a few tomes had run dry but she was not sorry for the missed opportunity in academia. Persephone was smart and she was studious. But she also liked to socialise with those of the Court and Senate outside of the stuffy events and functions that they held. And this had been a lovely example of just that.
"If you'll excuse me, Lady Marietta, I believe my time here is to be cut short." Persephone apologised, rising to her feet. She smiled kindly. "But, I hope that your difficulties resolve themselves soon. If you and the Fates permit it, I would be happy for a repeat encounter where we might speak again. I have enjoyed your company."
And with a sweet and soft little nod of her head, Persephone dismissed herself from the young lady's presence and headed away through the library. The supposedly god-given grace in her step set her gait elegant and enchanting, as she headed for the main doors and then on into the Inner City, her destination already set for home as she boarded her carriage and wondered when she might have another opportunity to visit the Scholeio again...
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Persephone watched as Marietta absorbed her words slowly. The young woman's focus was clearly turned inwards, her eyes shifting and her lips growing tense. But her visions seemed not to be truly seeing the table top she peered at. Nor did her mouth form words with any kind of precision or sound. Instead, she was looking inwards, upon her memories and her ideals, considering the thoughts processes that Persephone's words had struck within her. And Persephone allowed her the time and privacy to consider such things without her own nosiness breaching her intimate thoughts or upsetting her train of consciousness.
When Marietta looked up at her and assured her that her advice was well worded and her thoughts a little more at ease, Persephone's smile was bright and genuine in return. It was rare that she was able to offer someone other than her sister true advice and she found that she quite liked it. It was nice to be able to help however she could, even if it was just a simple conversation over a topic that she didn't truly understand.
Whichever sentiment that had meant something to Marietta, however, it had clearly resonated. The young woman looked to Persephone with a lightness that had been missing from her features previously, the darkness of her personal doubt and confusion having lifted a little. She smiled and Persephone was grinning back as the young Antonis thanked her and assured her that her words had been helpful - that she now knew what she needed to do in order to alleviate her pain and difficulties.
Persephone nodded. She gave the girl her privacy by not asking any further on the who or the what the situation was. That was Marietta's own business. But she was glad that she had been able to help. So, she told her as much.
"I'm glad for it, Lady Marietta." She assured her with a soft smile before looking up and across, beyond Marietta's shoulder. Her guardsmen had arrived at the doorway of the library and were intent on seeing her back to the palati. It would appear that the time she had set aside to perhaps investigate the library and choose a few tomes had run dry but she was not sorry for the missed opportunity in academia. Persephone was smart and she was studious. But she also liked to socialise with those of the Court and Senate outside of the stuffy events and functions that they held. And this had been a lovely example of just that.
"If you'll excuse me, Lady Marietta, I believe my time here is to be cut short." Persephone apologised, rising to her feet. She smiled kindly. "But, I hope that your difficulties resolve themselves soon. If you and the Fates permit it, I would be happy for a repeat encounter where we might speak again. I have enjoyed your company."
And with a sweet and soft little nod of her head, Persephone dismissed herself from the young lady's presence and headed away through the library. The supposedly god-given grace in her step set her gait elegant and enchanting, as she headed for the main doors and then on into the Inner City, her destination already set for home as she boarded her carriage and wondered when she might have another opportunity to visit the Scholeio again...
Persephone watched as Marietta absorbed her words slowly. The young woman's focus was clearly turned inwards, her eyes shifting and her lips growing tense. But her visions seemed not to be truly seeing the table top she peered at. Nor did her mouth form words with any kind of precision or sound. Instead, she was looking inwards, upon her memories and her ideals, considering the thoughts processes that Persephone's words had struck within her. And Persephone allowed her the time and privacy to consider such things without her own nosiness breaching her intimate thoughts or upsetting her train of consciousness.
When Marietta looked up at her and assured her that her advice was well worded and her thoughts a little more at ease, Persephone's smile was bright and genuine in return. It was rare that she was able to offer someone other than her sister true advice and she found that she quite liked it. It was nice to be able to help however she could, even if it was just a simple conversation over a topic that she didn't truly understand.
Whichever sentiment that had meant something to Marietta, however, it had clearly resonated. The young woman looked to Persephone with a lightness that had been missing from her features previously, the darkness of her personal doubt and confusion having lifted a little. She smiled and Persephone was grinning back as the young Antonis thanked her and assured her that her words had been helpful - that she now knew what she needed to do in order to alleviate her pain and difficulties.
Persephone nodded. She gave the girl her privacy by not asking any further on the who or the what the situation was. That was Marietta's own business. But she was glad that she had been able to help. So, she told her as much.
"I'm glad for it, Lady Marietta." She assured her with a soft smile before looking up and across, beyond Marietta's shoulder. Her guardsmen had arrived at the doorway of the library and were intent on seeing her back to the palati. It would appear that the time she had set aside to perhaps investigate the library and choose a few tomes had run dry but she was not sorry for the missed opportunity in academia. Persephone was smart and she was studious. But she also liked to socialise with those of the Court and Senate outside of the stuffy events and functions that they held. And this had been a lovely example of just that.
"If you'll excuse me, Lady Marietta, I believe my time here is to be cut short." Persephone apologised, rising to her feet. She smiled kindly. "But, I hope that your difficulties resolve themselves soon. If you and the Fates permit it, I would be happy for a repeat encounter where we might speak again. I have enjoyed your company."
And with a sweet and soft little nod of her head, Persephone dismissed herself from the young lady's presence and headed away through the library. The supposedly god-given grace in her step set her gait elegant and enchanting, as she headed for the main doors and then on into the Inner City, her destination already set for home as she boarded her carriage and wondered when she might have another opportunity to visit the Scholeio again...