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As the Taengean people settle back into normal lives, their walls higher and their beaches defended, it becomes a waiting game as to news of their King. The Colchians left soon after their arrival in their lands and have been gone from Taengean shores for nearly a week. Their forces will be half way between the green meadows of Taengea and the Egyptian sands by now. Which means King Achilleas and his men have been on Egyptian soil for three weeks.
Tensions now run high. Whilst the common born see no concern in a war campaign lasting thus long (when they could often be months or years in duration), those aware of the king's military plan to be a silent and quick dismantlement of the Egyptian forces, worry has set in. A few days would be all that was needed to complete such a task. The Taengean forces should therefore have met those of Colchis coming the other way, rendering the men of the north unnecessary and have already landed back home on the beaches of Taengea. No such ships have returned or come into sight on the horizon.
The delay in the king's return does not mean defeat. More that a conflict or complication has broken out in Egypt; that the plan has not gone as expected. This does not mean disaster. But it also does not mean clean triumph. Now the people of Taengea can only wait...
In the early dawn, a scout on the walls of Vasiliadon makes his call. For he can see a small ship on the horizon. The ship turns out to be a small and simple boat - one of the supply boats that had accompanied those filled with soldiers. It's Taengean in origin and no resources remain inside. Instead, half a dozen men are aboard. Three are already dead, having lost limbs and been sent home for recuperation but bleeding out or dying of infection on the voyage back. Whilst returning home is the safest option than staying on a battlefield, the sea has it's own dangers. The others in the boat are near dead with the heat, lack of food and water for a storm not only had them lost in the waters for too long a time - avoiding the Colchian forces as they crossed paths unknowingly - but diminished their supplies and had them all ill with sea sickness. Instead of the fourteen days aboard the vessel, they have suffered for near three weeks. Unable to give any information on how the fighting is proceeding, their timings tell Taengea only one thing... That the bloodshed - bloodshed that had been planned to be avoided entirely - began almost as soon as King Achilleas arrived in Egypt three weeks ago.
Now the leaders of the capitol have choices to be made, plans to be enacted. For one, wreaths of flowers and offerings are needed for the temples of Ares. For another, medical tents or facilities should be arranged somewhere in the city... Does Taengea rally more troops to send to their king's aid when they do not yet know if the king is in danger? Do they keep the men in the kingdom to protect the lands should Egyptian soldiers be on the heels of these Taengean war victims...? So many questions... Just who has the answers?
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As the Taengean people settle back into normal lives, their walls higher and their beaches defended, it becomes a waiting game as to news of their King. The Colchians left soon after their arrival in their lands and have been gone from Taengean shores for nearly a week. Their forces will be half way between the green meadows of Taengea and the Egyptian sands by now. Which means King Achilleas and his men have been on Egyptian soil for three weeks.
Tensions now run high. Whilst the common born see no concern in a war campaign lasting thus long (when they could often be months or years in duration), those aware of the king's military plan to be a silent and quick dismantlement of the Egyptian forces, worry has set in. A few days would be all that was needed to complete such a task. The Taengean forces should therefore have met those of Colchis coming the other way, rendering the men of the north unnecessary and have already landed back home on the beaches of Taengea. No such ships have returned or come into sight on the horizon.
The delay in the king's return does not mean defeat. More that a conflict or complication has broken out in Egypt; that the plan has not gone as expected. This does not mean disaster. But it also does not mean clean triumph. Now the people of Taengea can only wait...
In the early dawn, a scout on the walls of Vasiliadon makes his call. For he can see a small ship on the horizon. The ship turns out to be a small and simple boat - one of the supply boats that had accompanied those filled with soldiers. It's Taengean in origin and no resources remain inside. Instead, half a dozen men are aboard. Three are already dead, having lost limbs and been sent home for recuperation but bleeding out or dying of infection on the voyage back. Whilst returning home is the safest option than staying on a battlefield, the sea has it's own dangers. The others in the boat are near dead with the heat, lack of food and water for a storm not only had them lost in the waters for too long a time - avoiding the Colchian forces as they crossed paths unknowingly - but diminished their supplies and had them all ill with sea sickness. Instead of the fourteen days aboard the vessel, they have suffered for near three weeks. Unable to give any information on how the fighting is proceeding, their timings tell Taengea only one thing... That the bloodshed - bloodshed that had been planned to be avoided entirely - began almost as soon as King Achilleas arrived in Egypt three weeks ago.
Now the leaders of the capitol have choices to be made, plans to be enacted. For one, wreaths of flowers and offerings are needed for the temples of Ares. For another, medical tents or facilities should be arranged somewhere in the city... Does Taengea rally more troops to send to their king's aid when they do not yet know if the king is in danger? Do they keep the men in the kingdom to protect the lands should Egyptian soldiers be on the heels of these Taengean war victims...? So many questions... Just who has the answers?
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As the Taengean people settle back into normal lives, their walls higher and their beaches defended, it becomes a waiting game as to news of their King. The Colchians left soon after their arrival in their lands and have been gone from Taengean shores for nearly a week. Their forces will be half way between the green meadows of Taengea and the Egyptian sands by now. Which means King Achilleas and his men have been on Egyptian soil for three weeks.
Tensions now run high. Whilst the common born see no concern in a war campaign lasting thus long (when they could often be months or years in duration), those aware of the king's military plan to be a silent and quick dismantlement of the Egyptian forces, worry has set in. A few days would be all that was needed to complete such a task. The Taengean forces should therefore have met those of Colchis coming the other way, rendering the men of the north unnecessary and have already landed back home on the beaches of Taengea. No such ships have returned or come into sight on the horizon.
The delay in the king's return does not mean defeat. More that a conflict or complication has broken out in Egypt; that the plan has not gone as expected. This does not mean disaster. But it also does not mean clean triumph. Now the people of Taengea can only wait...
In the early dawn, a scout on the walls of Vasiliadon makes his call. For he can see a small ship on the horizon. The ship turns out to be a small and simple boat - one of the supply boats that had accompanied those filled with soldiers. It's Taengean in origin and no resources remain inside. Instead, half a dozen men are aboard. Three are already dead, having lost limbs and been sent home for recuperation but bleeding out or dying of infection on the voyage back. Whilst returning home is the safest option than staying on a battlefield, the sea has it's own dangers. The others in the boat are near dead with the heat, lack of food and water for a storm not only had them lost in the waters for too long a time - avoiding the Colchian forces as they crossed paths unknowingly - but diminished their supplies and had them all ill with sea sickness. Instead of the fourteen days aboard the vessel, they have suffered for near three weeks. Unable to give any information on how the fighting is proceeding, their timings tell Taengea only one thing... That the bloodshed - bloodshed that had been planned to be avoided entirely - began almost as soon as King Achilleas arrived in Egypt three weeks ago.
Now the leaders of the capitol have choices to be made, plans to be enacted. For one, wreaths of flowers and offerings are needed for the temples of Ares. For another, medical tents or facilities should be arranged somewhere in the city... Does Taengea rally more troops to send to their king's aid when they do not yet know if the king is in danger? Do they keep the men in the kingdom to protect the lands should Egyptian soldiers be on the heels of these Taengean war victims...? So many questions... Just who has the answers?
Fotios had been one of the first to hear of the new arrivals on the beach. How could he not have been? He had more eyes and ears across the city than anyone could hold in their head. He knew when someone fell over in an embarrassing manner in the bathhouses, let alone when something as serious as news of the war to the south literally washed up upon the beach.
After his informer had come to the Leventi manor to tell him that a boat had been spotted in the horizon, Fotios had made haste to leave his home, saddle his horse and head in the direction of the beach lands of the Isle of Serenn. If the men were still alive upon their arrival to the sands, he wanted to be the first one to hear what they had to say of matters across the sea. For, whilst Fotios had spies and a network of informers that stretched across the open water and far into the Egyptian lands of the Pharaohs, it was near impossible to get decent messages to and fro with any kind of speed during conflict between the two nations.
Heading down the streets of the city at a pace that would normally be considered undignified, but not dangerous, Fotios cared little for the hurrying steps of those who got out of his way and those that he was forced to turn and avoid. He moved through the rich Quarter of the city, around the fountain in the central plateia and out against towards the far exit of the city. With a simple call to the men above, he ordered the large and now re-enforced gates opened and galloped through as soon as he was able.
He didn't bother to inform others of the new arrives that were heading towards the coast. They would each have their own messengers, their own informers that would have them brought to hear news from the south. Instead, Fotios simply rode down to the beach with only a single guard at his rear.
The dock that had been built for the sake of the Colchians that they knew were coming had been dismantled, the wood taken inside the walls of the city for other practical uses. Instead, the little boat would be forced to pull up upon the beach itself, careful to avoid the spears that would impale a larger vessel.
There was already a small group of soldiers and citizens from the city who had run down to inspect the advancing craft and now rushed into the shallow waters, spraying seawater in every direction as they reached out to grab the boat's edge and start to tug it up to shore. Fotios remained seated upon his gelding, watching the event and waiting for his opportunity to see and hear the men that it contained...
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Fotios had been one of the first to hear of the new arrivals on the beach. How could he not have been? He had more eyes and ears across the city than anyone could hold in their head. He knew when someone fell over in an embarrassing manner in the bathhouses, let alone when something as serious as news of the war to the south literally washed up upon the beach.
After his informer had come to the Leventi manor to tell him that a boat had been spotted in the horizon, Fotios had made haste to leave his home, saddle his horse and head in the direction of the beach lands of the Isle of Serenn. If the men were still alive upon their arrival to the sands, he wanted to be the first one to hear what they had to say of matters across the sea. For, whilst Fotios had spies and a network of informers that stretched across the open water and far into the Egyptian lands of the Pharaohs, it was near impossible to get decent messages to and fro with any kind of speed during conflict between the two nations.
Heading down the streets of the city at a pace that would normally be considered undignified, but not dangerous, Fotios cared little for the hurrying steps of those who got out of his way and those that he was forced to turn and avoid. He moved through the rich Quarter of the city, around the fountain in the central plateia and out against towards the far exit of the city. With a simple call to the men above, he ordered the large and now re-enforced gates opened and galloped through as soon as he was able.
He didn't bother to inform others of the new arrives that were heading towards the coast. They would each have their own messengers, their own informers that would have them brought to hear news from the south. Instead, Fotios simply rode down to the beach with only a single guard at his rear.
The dock that had been built for the sake of the Colchians that they knew were coming had been dismantled, the wood taken inside the walls of the city for other practical uses. Instead, the little boat would be forced to pull up upon the beach itself, careful to avoid the spears that would impale a larger vessel.
There was already a small group of soldiers and citizens from the city who had run down to inspect the advancing craft and now rushed into the shallow waters, spraying seawater in every direction as they reached out to grab the boat's edge and start to tug it up to shore. Fotios remained seated upon his gelding, watching the event and waiting for his opportunity to see and hear the men that it contained...
Fotios had been one of the first to hear of the new arrivals on the beach. How could he not have been? He had more eyes and ears across the city than anyone could hold in their head. He knew when someone fell over in an embarrassing manner in the bathhouses, let alone when something as serious as news of the war to the south literally washed up upon the beach.
After his informer had come to the Leventi manor to tell him that a boat had been spotted in the horizon, Fotios had made haste to leave his home, saddle his horse and head in the direction of the beach lands of the Isle of Serenn. If the men were still alive upon their arrival to the sands, he wanted to be the first one to hear what they had to say of matters across the sea. For, whilst Fotios had spies and a network of informers that stretched across the open water and far into the Egyptian lands of the Pharaohs, it was near impossible to get decent messages to and fro with any kind of speed during conflict between the two nations.
Heading down the streets of the city at a pace that would normally be considered undignified, but not dangerous, Fotios cared little for the hurrying steps of those who got out of his way and those that he was forced to turn and avoid. He moved through the rich Quarter of the city, around the fountain in the central plateia and out against towards the far exit of the city. With a simple call to the men above, he ordered the large and now re-enforced gates opened and galloped through as soon as he was able.
He didn't bother to inform others of the new arrives that were heading towards the coast. They would each have their own messengers, their own informers that would have them brought to hear news from the south. Instead, Fotios simply rode down to the beach with only a single guard at his rear.
The dock that had been built for the sake of the Colchians that they knew were coming had been dismantled, the wood taken inside the walls of the city for other practical uses. Instead, the little boat would be forced to pull up upon the beach itself, careful to avoid the spears that would impale a larger vessel.
There was already a small group of soldiers and citizens from the city who had run down to inspect the advancing craft and now rushed into the shallow waters, spraying seawater in every direction as they reached out to grab the boat's edge and start to tug it up to shore. Fotios remained seated upon his gelding, watching the event and waiting for his opportunity to see and hear the men that it contained...
Thras had heard news of the ship, and upon its landing, the bad tidings it brought with it. Injured men, and dead ones as well, meant that the fighting had begun in Egypt, and perhaps the plan to quickly end things before they had really started had not gone well. He didn’t know entirely of the plans or the battles of the war, but he knew the vague knowledge that all citizens of Greece held. His thoughts momentarily turned to his friend, Captain Damocles who had been upon these shores just a few short days earlier, and now sailed to join such battles upon the sands. He sent up a general prayer of good health for his friend, and hoped to see him once more upon the shores of Taengea upon his safe and triumphant return from battle.
At the moment though, there seemed to be a call for any and all capable hands to help out with those from the small ship that still clung to life, even if barely. He knew that he would never be a soldier, but he did have his uses, which included basic medical knowledge thanks to his wife and years travelling, as well as his capability to help with manual labour.
He was currently hauling a barrel of water over to where they were starting to try and get medical tents set up near the shores, clean water that would be needed both for the men to drink and to be boiled to help clean wounds and hope to stave off further infection. His hope was that his efforts and the efforts of the others there would save the lives of those who still drew breath.
He set the heavy barrel down where they could access it when the medical tents were fully set up, and looked around quickly for another job to do. He did not want to stand idle, especially not when something so crucial was happening.
He spotted two smaller men who were struggling to carry an injured soldier up to the area to lay him on one of the cots that had been set up off to the side to let the wounded rest, and he hurried over. He was larger in stature than them, and far more muscular.
“Set him down.” He said, and the men did as they were told, setting the make shift stretcher down on the ground.
“Both of you grab that end.” He said, pointing to the far end, and the men did as he asked, seemingly grateful for the assistance. He grabbed the end of the fabric from his side and lifted, between the three of them, the injured mans weight was much easier to handle, and Thras along with the two others managed to get the man over to one of the cots without worsening his pain, setting him on it, Thras tugged the fabric out from under the man and passed it back to the two who he had helped.
“Go, find more work. There is much to be done.” He said, then turned his attention to assisting providing the injured with water to drink, lest dehydration and heat kill them before their injuries. There were still injured that would need to come off the boat and be brought up to get what medical attention they were able to provide.
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Thras had heard news of the ship, and upon its landing, the bad tidings it brought with it. Injured men, and dead ones as well, meant that the fighting had begun in Egypt, and perhaps the plan to quickly end things before they had really started had not gone well. He didn’t know entirely of the plans or the battles of the war, but he knew the vague knowledge that all citizens of Greece held. His thoughts momentarily turned to his friend, Captain Damocles who had been upon these shores just a few short days earlier, and now sailed to join such battles upon the sands. He sent up a general prayer of good health for his friend, and hoped to see him once more upon the shores of Taengea upon his safe and triumphant return from battle.
At the moment though, there seemed to be a call for any and all capable hands to help out with those from the small ship that still clung to life, even if barely. He knew that he would never be a soldier, but he did have his uses, which included basic medical knowledge thanks to his wife and years travelling, as well as his capability to help with manual labour.
He was currently hauling a barrel of water over to where they were starting to try and get medical tents set up near the shores, clean water that would be needed both for the men to drink and to be boiled to help clean wounds and hope to stave off further infection. His hope was that his efforts and the efforts of the others there would save the lives of those who still drew breath.
He set the heavy barrel down where they could access it when the medical tents were fully set up, and looked around quickly for another job to do. He did not want to stand idle, especially not when something so crucial was happening.
He spotted two smaller men who were struggling to carry an injured soldier up to the area to lay him on one of the cots that had been set up off to the side to let the wounded rest, and he hurried over. He was larger in stature than them, and far more muscular.
“Set him down.” He said, and the men did as they were told, setting the make shift stretcher down on the ground.
“Both of you grab that end.” He said, pointing to the far end, and the men did as he asked, seemingly grateful for the assistance. He grabbed the end of the fabric from his side and lifted, between the three of them, the injured mans weight was much easier to handle, and Thras along with the two others managed to get the man over to one of the cots without worsening his pain, setting him on it, Thras tugged the fabric out from under the man and passed it back to the two who he had helped.
“Go, find more work. There is much to be done.” He said, then turned his attention to assisting providing the injured with water to drink, lest dehydration and heat kill them before their injuries. There were still injured that would need to come off the boat and be brought up to get what medical attention they were able to provide.
Thras had heard news of the ship, and upon its landing, the bad tidings it brought with it. Injured men, and dead ones as well, meant that the fighting had begun in Egypt, and perhaps the plan to quickly end things before they had really started had not gone well. He didn’t know entirely of the plans or the battles of the war, but he knew the vague knowledge that all citizens of Greece held. His thoughts momentarily turned to his friend, Captain Damocles who had been upon these shores just a few short days earlier, and now sailed to join such battles upon the sands. He sent up a general prayer of good health for his friend, and hoped to see him once more upon the shores of Taengea upon his safe and triumphant return from battle.
At the moment though, there seemed to be a call for any and all capable hands to help out with those from the small ship that still clung to life, even if barely. He knew that he would never be a soldier, but he did have his uses, which included basic medical knowledge thanks to his wife and years travelling, as well as his capability to help with manual labour.
He was currently hauling a barrel of water over to where they were starting to try and get medical tents set up near the shores, clean water that would be needed both for the men to drink and to be boiled to help clean wounds and hope to stave off further infection. His hope was that his efforts and the efforts of the others there would save the lives of those who still drew breath.
He set the heavy barrel down where they could access it when the medical tents were fully set up, and looked around quickly for another job to do. He did not want to stand idle, especially not when something so crucial was happening.
He spotted two smaller men who were struggling to carry an injured soldier up to the area to lay him on one of the cots that had been set up off to the side to let the wounded rest, and he hurried over. He was larger in stature than them, and far more muscular.
“Set him down.” He said, and the men did as they were told, setting the make shift stretcher down on the ground.
“Both of you grab that end.” He said, pointing to the far end, and the men did as he asked, seemingly grateful for the assistance. He grabbed the end of the fabric from his side and lifted, between the three of them, the injured mans weight was much easier to handle, and Thras along with the two others managed to get the man over to one of the cots without worsening his pain, setting him on it, Thras tugged the fabric out from under the man and passed it back to the two who he had helped.
“Go, find more work. There is much to be done.” He said, then turned his attention to assisting providing the injured with water to drink, lest dehydration and heat kill them before their injuries. There were still injured that would need to come off the boat and be brought up to get what medical attention they were able to provide.
Trained by her lord himself, there was little Xanthippe did not see when she focused her attention. Hanging back at first as she watched the ship pull ashore, there was almost no expression on the handmaid’s face but a detached sort of curiosity. Truthfully, she didn’t care about the injured men aboard; war always meant casualties, whether that was the plan or not. There was no one she was attached to that had been conscripted into the fighting; after all, the focal point of her life sat on his horse but a few paces away. The only thing that could have possibly prompted her caring would have been if he was on that boat.
However, it wouldn’t do to appear so callous in the face of loss, and in order to learn anything, she needed to be down there among them. Nodding subtly to Lord Fotios as she left him and started walking down the beach, she assumed her best approximation of concern. Approaching those were already caring for the injured, she stopped one with a light hand on his elbow. “Tell me what I can do,” she said simply. “I’m here to help.”
The man offered a gruff nod and handed her a bucket of water before gesturing to the injured who lay prone along the shore. “Ease their thirst. Talk to them. Many of them simply rest in the hands of the gods now.”
Blinking, Xan looked between him, the bucket she held, and the injured men. The girl wasn’t exactly practiced in soothing the sick and weary—she was far more accomplished in causing injury than mending it. But she figured she could at least hold a cup of water to someone’s mouth. At least that didn’t require any particular sort of skill.
It would save us all a lot of trouble if you simply put them out of their misery.
I agree, but that’s not why we’re here.
Kneeling down next to the nearest soldier, she offered the man a small half-smile while her eyes casually took in the blood-soaked bandage wrapping his thigh. Judging from how red and soaked the cloth was, combined with the putrid smell wafting from the wound, Xan doubted he would last the night. Ah, well. Not her concern.
Dipping a small cup into the bucket of water, she held it to the man’s lips. He greedily slurped the cool liquid while his gaze never left hers, clearly in too much pain to speak. Xanthippe’s expression was almost sympathetic as she eased the hair back from his face, surreptitiously glancing around to see if there was anyone she recognized. There was one man who seemed to be providing much the same aid she was, stopping and offering water to the sick and dying. His features were familiar from the day the Colchians had arrived, and she idly wondered what connection he had to all this.
However, she said nothing, simply moving on to the next man and offering water again, all the while keeping her ears open for anything she might overhear on the gasping lips of perishing men.
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Trained by her lord himself, there was little Xanthippe did not see when she focused her attention. Hanging back at first as she watched the ship pull ashore, there was almost no expression on the handmaid’s face but a detached sort of curiosity. Truthfully, she didn’t care about the injured men aboard; war always meant casualties, whether that was the plan or not. There was no one she was attached to that had been conscripted into the fighting; after all, the focal point of her life sat on his horse but a few paces away. The only thing that could have possibly prompted her caring would have been if he was on that boat.
However, it wouldn’t do to appear so callous in the face of loss, and in order to learn anything, she needed to be down there among them. Nodding subtly to Lord Fotios as she left him and started walking down the beach, she assumed her best approximation of concern. Approaching those were already caring for the injured, she stopped one with a light hand on his elbow. “Tell me what I can do,” she said simply. “I’m here to help.”
The man offered a gruff nod and handed her a bucket of water before gesturing to the injured who lay prone along the shore. “Ease their thirst. Talk to them. Many of them simply rest in the hands of the gods now.”
Blinking, Xan looked between him, the bucket she held, and the injured men. The girl wasn’t exactly practiced in soothing the sick and weary—she was far more accomplished in causing injury than mending it. But she figured she could at least hold a cup of water to someone’s mouth. At least that didn’t require any particular sort of skill.
It would save us all a lot of trouble if you simply put them out of their misery.
I agree, but that’s not why we’re here.
Kneeling down next to the nearest soldier, she offered the man a small half-smile while her eyes casually took in the blood-soaked bandage wrapping his thigh. Judging from how red and soaked the cloth was, combined with the putrid smell wafting from the wound, Xan doubted he would last the night. Ah, well. Not her concern.
Dipping a small cup into the bucket of water, she held it to the man’s lips. He greedily slurped the cool liquid while his gaze never left hers, clearly in too much pain to speak. Xanthippe’s expression was almost sympathetic as she eased the hair back from his face, surreptitiously glancing around to see if there was anyone she recognized. There was one man who seemed to be providing much the same aid she was, stopping and offering water to the sick and dying. His features were familiar from the day the Colchians had arrived, and she idly wondered what connection he had to all this.
However, she said nothing, simply moving on to the next man and offering water again, all the while keeping her ears open for anything she might overhear on the gasping lips of perishing men.
Trained by her lord himself, there was little Xanthippe did not see when she focused her attention. Hanging back at first as she watched the ship pull ashore, there was almost no expression on the handmaid’s face but a detached sort of curiosity. Truthfully, she didn’t care about the injured men aboard; war always meant casualties, whether that was the plan or not. There was no one she was attached to that had been conscripted into the fighting; after all, the focal point of her life sat on his horse but a few paces away. The only thing that could have possibly prompted her caring would have been if he was on that boat.
However, it wouldn’t do to appear so callous in the face of loss, and in order to learn anything, she needed to be down there among them. Nodding subtly to Lord Fotios as she left him and started walking down the beach, she assumed her best approximation of concern. Approaching those were already caring for the injured, she stopped one with a light hand on his elbow. “Tell me what I can do,” she said simply. “I’m here to help.”
The man offered a gruff nod and handed her a bucket of water before gesturing to the injured who lay prone along the shore. “Ease their thirst. Talk to them. Many of them simply rest in the hands of the gods now.”
Blinking, Xan looked between him, the bucket she held, and the injured men. The girl wasn’t exactly practiced in soothing the sick and weary—she was far more accomplished in causing injury than mending it. But she figured she could at least hold a cup of water to someone’s mouth. At least that didn’t require any particular sort of skill.
It would save us all a lot of trouble if you simply put them out of their misery.
I agree, but that’s not why we’re here.
Kneeling down next to the nearest soldier, she offered the man a small half-smile while her eyes casually took in the blood-soaked bandage wrapping his thigh. Judging from how red and soaked the cloth was, combined with the putrid smell wafting from the wound, Xan doubted he would last the night. Ah, well. Not her concern.
Dipping a small cup into the bucket of water, she held it to the man’s lips. He greedily slurped the cool liquid while his gaze never left hers, clearly in too much pain to speak. Xanthippe’s expression was almost sympathetic as she eased the hair back from his face, surreptitiously glancing around to see if there was anyone she recognized. There was one man who seemed to be providing much the same aid she was, stopping and offering water to the sick and dying. His features were familiar from the day the Colchians had arrived, and she idly wondered what connection he had to all this.
However, she said nothing, simply moving on to the next man and offering water again, all the while keeping her ears open for anything she might overhear on the gasping lips of perishing men.
Working in the Leventi household under Lady Eirini's command over the last few months had been a fairly new experience for Zenais, but it wasn't something she couldn't get used to. While it had been a steep learning curve at the beginning to learn what her new mistress expected of her, the brunette liked to believe she was getting the ropes of it by now.
Unlike how she had been hired to perform or to serve people and not get mad when people groped at her, Lady Eirini genuinely cared for the wellbeing of her staff - at least, as long as they brought useful information to her - and in that aspect, Zenais had been doing her best. She had informed her ladyship of the conversation she had overheard and walked in on between the new Queen and her brother-in-law just two or three days after her marriage, and on top of that, Zenais had always been doing her best to be Eirini's eyes and ears in every court session she attended. Her looks meant she gained far more attention from the men of the court then she usually liked, but now Zenais tried to use it to her advantage. She wanted to be useful to Eirini, because if she was to take the risk and take one step back into the world of the nobility again, she wanted it to be worth the risk.
While Zenais would be close to useless when it came to things like creating flower wreaths and fixing a half-broken ship, medical tents was something she could at least assist in. The brunette was not well versed, at least not as well as a healer, but being raised as part of nobility when she was younger, meant she had at least some knowledge on how to care for wounds as directed by physicians.
As such when the news went up around the capitol of the ship being sent in with the injured soldiers, she had offered herself to be of assistance on site. Hopefully, she would be able to glean any information that would be useful to Eirini as well, even if her husband would be there as well. Zenais had been respectful of her ladyship's husband, and in a way admired the relationship and dynamic the husband and wife had. Whether or not it was something she would ever want for herself was not yet a thought she dwelled on, but it was far better then whatever she's known so far. At least it ensured the security of one's place in society.
Brought to the Isle of Serenn via horseback, she had arrived shortly after the ship was brought to shore, and hung back to watch as the bloodied and injured were assisted to dry land as the metallic tang of stale blood and death hung in the air. Men of all kind had gathered to help their people, and dressed in her serviceable outfits of brown and black, Zenais jumped to the large barrel of water, where she quickly filled up two cups, offering it to the man who had come seeking for the liquid itself. The woman winced as she saw a man lying upon a cot, large and muscular yet seeming small and vulnerable now covered in streaks of blood and dirt. "Is there any point in medical assistance?" she murmured softly, audible, but more to herself then anything, a wry look upon her face.
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Working in the Leventi household under Lady Eirini's command over the last few months had been a fairly new experience for Zenais, but it wasn't something she couldn't get used to. While it had been a steep learning curve at the beginning to learn what her new mistress expected of her, the brunette liked to believe she was getting the ropes of it by now.
Unlike how she had been hired to perform or to serve people and not get mad when people groped at her, Lady Eirini genuinely cared for the wellbeing of her staff - at least, as long as they brought useful information to her - and in that aspect, Zenais had been doing her best. She had informed her ladyship of the conversation she had overheard and walked in on between the new Queen and her brother-in-law just two or three days after her marriage, and on top of that, Zenais had always been doing her best to be Eirini's eyes and ears in every court session she attended. Her looks meant she gained far more attention from the men of the court then she usually liked, but now Zenais tried to use it to her advantage. She wanted to be useful to Eirini, because if she was to take the risk and take one step back into the world of the nobility again, she wanted it to be worth the risk.
While Zenais would be close to useless when it came to things like creating flower wreaths and fixing a half-broken ship, medical tents was something she could at least assist in. The brunette was not well versed, at least not as well as a healer, but being raised as part of nobility when she was younger, meant she had at least some knowledge on how to care for wounds as directed by physicians.
As such when the news went up around the capitol of the ship being sent in with the injured soldiers, she had offered herself to be of assistance on site. Hopefully, she would be able to glean any information that would be useful to Eirini as well, even if her husband would be there as well. Zenais had been respectful of her ladyship's husband, and in a way admired the relationship and dynamic the husband and wife had. Whether or not it was something she would ever want for herself was not yet a thought she dwelled on, but it was far better then whatever she's known so far. At least it ensured the security of one's place in society.
Brought to the Isle of Serenn via horseback, she had arrived shortly after the ship was brought to shore, and hung back to watch as the bloodied and injured were assisted to dry land as the metallic tang of stale blood and death hung in the air. Men of all kind had gathered to help their people, and dressed in her serviceable outfits of brown and black, Zenais jumped to the large barrel of water, where she quickly filled up two cups, offering it to the man who had come seeking for the liquid itself. The woman winced as she saw a man lying upon a cot, large and muscular yet seeming small and vulnerable now covered in streaks of blood and dirt. "Is there any point in medical assistance?" she murmured softly, audible, but more to herself then anything, a wry look upon her face.
Working in the Leventi household under Lady Eirini's command over the last few months had been a fairly new experience for Zenais, but it wasn't something she couldn't get used to. While it had been a steep learning curve at the beginning to learn what her new mistress expected of her, the brunette liked to believe she was getting the ropes of it by now.
Unlike how she had been hired to perform or to serve people and not get mad when people groped at her, Lady Eirini genuinely cared for the wellbeing of her staff - at least, as long as they brought useful information to her - and in that aspect, Zenais had been doing her best. She had informed her ladyship of the conversation she had overheard and walked in on between the new Queen and her brother-in-law just two or three days after her marriage, and on top of that, Zenais had always been doing her best to be Eirini's eyes and ears in every court session she attended. Her looks meant she gained far more attention from the men of the court then she usually liked, but now Zenais tried to use it to her advantage. She wanted to be useful to Eirini, because if she was to take the risk and take one step back into the world of the nobility again, she wanted it to be worth the risk.
While Zenais would be close to useless when it came to things like creating flower wreaths and fixing a half-broken ship, medical tents was something she could at least assist in. The brunette was not well versed, at least not as well as a healer, but being raised as part of nobility when she was younger, meant she had at least some knowledge on how to care for wounds as directed by physicians.
As such when the news went up around the capitol of the ship being sent in with the injured soldiers, she had offered herself to be of assistance on site. Hopefully, she would be able to glean any information that would be useful to Eirini as well, even if her husband would be there as well. Zenais had been respectful of her ladyship's husband, and in a way admired the relationship and dynamic the husband and wife had. Whether or not it was something she would ever want for herself was not yet a thought she dwelled on, but it was far better then whatever she's known so far. At least it ensured the security of one's place in society.
Brought to the Isle of Serenn via horseback, she had arrived shortly after the ship was brought to shore, and hung back to watch as the bloodied and injured were assisted to dry land as the metallic tang of stale blood and death hung in the air. Men of all kind had gathered to help their people, and dressed in her serviceable outfits of brown and black, Zenais jumped to the large barrel of water, where she quickly filled up two cups, offering it to the man who had come seeking for the liquid itself. The woman winced as she saw a man lying upon a cot, large and muscular yet seeming small and vulnerable now covered in streaks of blood and dirt. "Is there any point in medical assistance?" she murmured softly, audible, but more to herself then anything, a wry look upon her face.
Nikolias was fairly confident in medical assistance despite his aversion to blood. However, he was tempted to agree with those who would deem the treatment futile. Still, given his own experience- and the reason he preferred to avoid war if he could help it- he shuddered to think of the shape he would have been left in if someone had decided not to treat him, or even- gods forbid- if they had not noticed he had still been breathing. His hand went to his thigh, rubbing the old war wound that always ached at times like this. He knew the ache was likely all in his head and that it did not mean the wound was still festering after all these years, but knowing that didn't make the pain go away.
Besides, the necessity of medical assistance remained, despite whether or not it actually worked. He wondered sometimes whether people helped because they wanted to be in control of something in a time of such uncertainty. As he was walking toward the area where the helpers were needed the most, he heard a female voice.
'Is there any point in medical assistance?'
Regardless of the fact that the woman worked for the Leventis, Nikolias thought her question was a good one.
"Perhaps not. But we might gain some information about what is currently going on in the war that we did not have before. I wonder how many men are injured, first of all."
Did one bad battle mean certain defeat, and if so, what did that mean for Achilleas? Despite keeping himself as calm as possible for the men he was trying to help, Nikolias' back tensed.
If there were many injured, he wondered how many were actually dead right now.
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Nikolias was fairly confident in medical assistance despite his aversion to blood. However, he was tempted to agree with those who would deem the treatment futile. Still, given his own experience- and the reason he preferred to avoid war if he could help it- he shuddered to think of the shape he would have been left in if someone had decided not to treat him, or even- gods forbid- if they had not noticed he had still been breathing. His hand went to his thigh, rubbing the old war wound that always ached at times like this. He knew the ache was likely all in his head and that it did not mean the wound was still festering after all these years, but knowing that didn't make the pain go away.
Besides, the necessity of medical assistance remained, despite whether or not it actually worked. He wondered sometimes whether people helped because they wanted to be in control of something in a time of such uncertainty. As he was walking toward the area where the helpers were needed the most, he heard a female voice.
'Is there any point in medical assistance?'
Regardless of the fact that the woman worked for the Leventis, Nikolias thought her question was a good one.
"Perhaps not. But we might gain some information about what is currently going on in the war that we did not have before. I wonder how many men are injured, first of all."
Did one bad battle mean certain defeat, and if so, what did that mean for Achilleas? Despite keeping himself as calm as possible for the men he was trying to help, Nikolias' back tensed.
If there were many injured, he wondered how many were actually dead right now.
Nikolias was fairly confident in medical assistance despite his aversion to blood. However, he was tempted to agree with those who would deem the treatment futile. Still, given his own experience- and the reason he preferred to avoid war if he could help it- he shuddered to think of the shape he would have been left in if someone had decided not to treat him, or even- gods forbid- if they had not noticed he had still been breathing. His hand went to his thigh, rubbing the old war wound that always ached at times like this. He knew the ache was likely all in his head and that it did not mean the wound was still festering after all these years, but knowing that didn't make the pain go away.
Besides, the necessity of medical assistance remained, despite whether or not it actually worked. He wondered sometimes whether people helped because they wanted to be in control of something in a time of such uncertainty. As he was walking toward the area where the helpers were needed the most, he heard a female voice.
'Is there any point in medical assistance?'
Regardless of the fact that the woman worked for the Leventis, Nikolias thought her question was a good one.
"Perhaps not. But we might gain some information about what is currently going on in the war that we did not have before. I wonder how many men are injured, first of all."
Did one bad battle mean certain defeat, and if so, what did that mean for Achilleas? Despite keeping himself as calm as possible for the men he was trying to help, Nikolias' back tensed.
If there were many injured, he wondered how many were actually dead right now.
These were the nights that were sleepless, where worry gnawed at her every second of every single day. With the walls heightened and the shores far more protected than they had been when her cousin and the other soldiers left for Egypt, Xene had made it her morning routine to climb the walls and bring both water and rations to the soldiers who watched from such great heights. For their protection. Often for extremely long hours and with little rest. This was what happened when the Kingdom was thrown into war, and Xene, despite her usual level of propriety and her royal status, could not just sit there and do absolutely nothing.
The princess had little interest in gossip, though she did listen. She had little interest in shopping the market, though she did because it at least gave everyone around her the appearance that things were somewhat normal for her. But inwardly, nothing was normal. Nothing, none of her thoughts or feelings, were normal. Not like they would have been months ago before tragedy continuously and regularly struck her family. It was the deafening silence, the lack of word or sound from King Achilleas that kept her restless now.
It was that lack of connection that she was feeling when she looked out across the wall to the sea along the Isle of Serenn. And it was deeply profound dread that settled in the pit of her stomach when one of the soldiers she was providing sustenance to spotted the ship in the early morning hours. Her blue gaze lifted slowly to the beach and she could feel bile rise in her throat. It was a lone ship and she knew that those never brought any sort of good tidings. While the soldiers flew into action, it was Heron who had had to coax Xene off the wall when she found her feet frozen, her gaze never once breaking contact with the ship until he forced it upon her.
"Come, princess," Heron said quickly, reaching for her arm and starting to lead her down the thing steps that lead up to the top of the walls. With her gaze finally off the ship, she felt a little bit of her breath return to her lungs and she followed after Heron in a dutiful manner. Much outside the realm of how she usually acted, it was Heron who had to put her upon her horse, he mounted his own beside her. Though, he gave her the choice, "Do we return to the Palati or the Isle?" he asked carefully, his dark gaze on her face and her face only. He wholly ignored the growing chaos of both soldiers and commoners making a rush toward the beaches.
Swallowing hard, Xene nodded toward the gates of the city. "The Isle," she noted, shifting her weight on her mare so that she could ride properly. Like Lord Fotios, who she had not seen nor noticed in her few moments of existential shock, she threw her horse into a run, knowing that time was a factor in every move that they made. She was one of the first to the beach but she was off her mare in a matter of moments, Heron following her as she made a mad dash for the water's edge. The long hem of her lavender gown caught the water, and she caught sight of one of the men being pulled from the ship. Now was time for strength and courage, and Xene found herself momentarily glad that her house crest was a lion. Because she grasped onto that image, steeling herself against falling apart in the way that she silently wished.
Instead, the princess took to helping direct the commoners and soldiers who were carrying men off the boat, Heron firmly at her back after Xene had refused to move from the shallow waters, sacrificing her own propriety and decorum for the health and safety of others. There were moments where such things didn't matter, and if Egypt were to come and they were all to die, what would it have mattered if she was proper in this moment? At least she would have done something useful.
With a few of the injured men off the boat and being taken toward the staging for medical tents, Xene finally pulled herself from the water and rushed after them. She did not notice Xanthippe working with one of the men, but Xene did take over helping the second of the men hauled off the wayward ship. Someone placed a bucket of fresh water at her side even as she sunk into the sand, positioning herself slightly behind the soldiers so that he could sit up slightly and would not choke on the water that she helped guide into his mouth.
"Apollo, guide us," Xene whispered softly as she brought the wooden ladle to the man's lips, her brows knit with silent worry over the status of her personal patient.
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These were the nights that were sleepless, where worry gnawed at her every second of every single day. With the walls heightened and the shores far more protected than they had been when her cousin and the other soldiers left for Egypt, Xene had made it her morning routine to climb the walls and bring both water and rations to the soldiers who watched from such great heights. For their protection. Often for extremely long hours and with little rest. This was what happened when the Kingdom was thrown into war, and Xene, despite her usual level of propriety and her royal status, could not just sit there and do absolutely nothing.
The princess had little interest in gossip, though she did listen. She had little interest in shopping the market, though she did because it at least gave everyone around her the appearance that things were somewhat normal for her. But inwardly, nothing was normal. Nothing, none of her thoughts or feelings, were normal. Not like they would have been months ago before tragedy continuously and regularly struck her family. It was the deafening silence, the lack of word or sound from King Achilleas that kept her restless now.
It was that lack of connection that she was feeling when she looked out across the wall to the sea along the Isle of Serenn. And it was deeply profound dread that settled in the pit of her stomach when one of the soldiers she was providing sustenance to spotted the ship in the early morning hours. Her blue gaze lifted slowly to the beach and she could feel bile rise in her throat. It was a lone ship and she knew that those never brought any sort of good tidings. While the soldiers flew into action, it was Heron who had had to coax Xene off the wall when she found her feet frozen, her gaze never once breaking contact with the ship until he forced it upon her.
"Come, princess," Heron said quickly, reaching for her arm and starting to lead her down the thing steps that lead up to the top of the walls. With her gaze finally off the ship, she felt a little bit of her breath return to her lungs and she followed after Heron in a dutiful manner. Much outside the realm of how she usually acted, it was Heron who had to put her upon her horse, he mounted his own beside her. Though, he gave her the choice, "Do we return to the Palati or the Isle?" he asked carefully, his dark gaze on her face and her face only. He wholly ignored the growing chaos of both soldiers and commoners making a rush toward the beaches.
Swallowing hard, Xene nodded toward the gates of the city. "The Isle," she noted, shifting her weight on her mare so that she could ride properly. Like Lord Fotios, who she had not seen nor noticed in her few moments of existential shock, she threw her horse into a run, knowing that time was a factor in every move that they made. She was one of the first to the beach but she was off her mare in a matter of moments, Heron following her as she made a mad dash for the water's edge. The long hem of her lavender gown caught the water, and she caught sight of one of the men being pulled from the ship. Now was time for strength and courage, and Xene found herself momentarily glad that her house crest was a lion. Because she grasped onto that image, steeling herself against falling apart in the way that she silently wished.
Instead, the princess took to helping direct the commoners and soldiers who were carrying men off the boat, Heron firmly at her back after Xene had refused to move from the shallow waters, sacrificing her own propriety and decorum for the health and safety of others. There were moments where such things didn't matter, and if Egypt were to come and they were all to die, what would it have mattered if she was proper in this moment? At least she would have done something useful.
With a few of the injured men off the boat and being taken toward the staging for medical tents, Xene finally pulled herself from the water and rushed after them. She did not notice Xanthippe working with one of the men, but Xene did take over helping the second of the men hauled off the wayward ship. Someone placed a bucket of fresh water at her side even as she sunk into the sand, positioning herself slightly behind the soldiers so that he could sit up slightly and would not choke on the water that she helped guide into his mouth.
"Apollo, guide us," Xene whispered softly as she brought the wooden ladle to the man's lips, her brows knit with silent worry over the status of her personal patient.
These were the nights that were sleepless, where worry gnawed at her every second of every single day. With the walls heightened and the shores far more protected than they had been when her cousin and the other soldiers left for Egypt, Xene had made it her morning routine to climb the walls and bring both water and rations to the soldiers who watched from such great heights. For their protection. Often for extremely long hours and with little rest. This was what happened when the Kingdom was thrown into war, and Xene, despite her usual level of propriety and her royal status, could not just sit there and do absolutely nothing.
The princess had little interest in gossip, though she did listen. She had little interest in shopping the market, though she did because it at least gave everyone around her the appearance that things were somewhat normal for her. But inwardly, nothing was normal. Nothing, none of her thoughts or feelings, were normal. Not like they would have been months ago before tragedy continuously and regularly struck her family. It was the deafening silence, the lack of word or sound from King Achilleas that kept her restless now.
It was that lack of connection that she was feeling when she looked out across the wall to the sea along the Isle of Serenn. And it was deeply profound dread that settled in the pit of her stomach when one of the soldiers she was providing sustenance to spotted the ship in the early morning hours. Her blue gaze lifted slowly to the beach and she could feel bile rise in her throat. It was a lone ship and she knew that those never brought any sort of good tidings. While the soldiers flew into action, it was Heron who had had to coax Xene off the wall when she found her feet frozen, her gaze never once breaking contact with the ship until he forced it upon her.
"Come, princess," Heron said quickly, reaching for her arm and starting to lead her down the thing steps that lead up to the top of the walls. With her gaze finally off the ship, she felt a little bit of her breath return to her lungs and she followed after Heron in a dutiful manner. Much outside the realm of how she usually acted, it was Heron who had to put her upon her horse, he mounted his own beside her. Though, he gave her the choice, "Do we return to the Palati or the Isle?" he asked carefully, his dark gaze on her face and her face only. He wholly ignored the growing chaos of both soldiers and commoners making a rush toward the beaches.
Swallowing hard, Xene nodded toward the gates of the city. "The Isle," she noted, shifting her weight on her mare so that she could ride properly. Like Lord Fotios, who she had not seen nor noticed in her few moments of existential shock, she threw her horse into a run, knowing that time was a factor in every move that they made. She was one of the first to the beach but she was off her mare in a matter of moments, Heron following her as she made a mad dash for the water's edge. The long hem of her lavender gown caught the water, and she caught sight of one of the men being pulled from the ship. Now was time for strength and courage, and Xene found herself momentarily glad that her house crest was a lion. Because she grasped onto that image, steeling herself against falling apart in the way that she silently wished.
Instead, the princess took to helping direct the commoners and soldiers who were carrying men off the boat, Heron firmly at her back after Xene had refused to move from the shallow waters, sacrificing her own propriety and decorum for the health and safety of others. There were moments where such things didn't matter, and if Egypt were to come and they were all to die, what would it have mattered if she was proper in this moment? At least she would have done something useful.
With a few of the injured men off the boat and being taken toward the staging for medical tents, Xene finally pulled herself from the water and rushed after them. She did not notice Xanthippe working with one of the men, but Xene did take over helping the second of the men hauled off the wayward ship. Someone placed a bucket of fresh water at her side even as she sunk into the sand, positioning herself slightly behind the soldiers so that he could sit up slightly and would not choke on the water that she helped guide into his mouth.
"Apollo, guide us," Xene whispered softly as she brought the wooden ladle to the man's lips, her brows knit with silent worry over the status of her personal patient.
Celine had been staying with old friends who had understood why her family had had to leave ever since the day she'd gotten off the merchant ship. While she was unsure just how long to stay, it wouldn't do if she and Maximus were discovered together regardless, so she had determined to go slowly and take her time. Once she got to Egypt, there would be things she wanted to do anyway: check out the souks, examine the temples (specifically for their artwork), perhaps do a few sketches- worrying that if she bought paints they would spill on the long journey, she hadn't considered that.
But for now, for an undetermined amount of time, she would stay and rebuild what connections she could. Or so she had determined when she had last seen Maximus.
She had not, however, counted on being needed to help wounded soldiers, though she had no real problem with doing so. However, it did mean that she might run into people she knew, or, at worst, people who she had no idea were nobility. In the past nine years since she had set foot here,it was difficult to tell what would have changed. Still, despite being a little more on the alert than usual for the first few days of her stay- though being in Taengea at all still felt surreal- she was dealing well enough, even if running into someone she had known from her previous life or not recognizing someone's status would no doubt be awkward.
Being the brave, and at times reckless, girl she had been meant Celine was no stranger to blood and dirt. But even she had not truly expected what might be the first batch of wounded soldiers to have so many so badly in need of assistance- or sometimes doomed to die regardless of said assistance. She knew of talk of war, and plenty of it, having the father she did. She had even helped care for the injured- in other instances besides war- on occasion, and thought she could be of service here.
Hearing of war and seeing the consequences of it, however, were two entirely different things. Even if Rhais had been injured in the fire that had caused the family to leave Taengea- and badly enough to still leave burn scars- Celine had seldom seen injuries of this magnitude, which only added to the feeling that this entire time in Taengea hadn't quite seemed real after all these years.She couldn't wait to see Max, Adelpha, and Basil, and catch a glimpse of her brothers if and when she could. It might give her a tiny bit of normalcy in all this chaos. First dealing with the shock of most of the people she cared about leaving, then following in a hasty decision of her own, then staying in Taengea after years of absence had thrown off her equilibrium a good bit.
Celine snapped herself back to the present and joined the small group of helpers before being directed to those who were bandaging wounds.
'Make these sheets into strips,' she was told, 'and then when you're finished with that, go find some sticks if you can, for splints.'
She nodded, and when she was finished with the bandages, she shuffled through the sand, even though it wasn't the most proper way to walk. Her feet were sinking into it in places, and it took a great deal of effort to remain upright. She did so, and tried to skirt around the wounded, as well, but just as she thought she was home free, she bumped against a barrel of water and felt a sliver of wood pierce her leg. She gritted her teeth in pain. "Ugh!"
On the other side of the barrel, she managed an awkward "Hello, sorry about that," to the girl nearest to it.
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Celine had been staying with old friends who had understood why her family had had to leave ever since the day she'd gotten off the merchant ship. While she was unsure just how long to stay, it wouldn't do if she and Maximus were discovered together regardless, so she had determined to go slowly and take her time. Once she got to Egypt, there would be things she wanted to do anyway: check out the souks, examine the temples (specifically for their artwork), perhaps do a few sketches- worrying that if she bought paints they would spill on the long journey, she hadn't considered that.
But for now, for an undetermined amount of time, she would stay and rebuild what connections she could. Or so she had determined when she had last seen Maximus.
She had not, however, counted on being needed to help wounded soldiers, though she had no real problem with doing so. However, it did mean that she might run into people she knew, or, at worst, people who she had no idea were nobility. In the past nine years since she had set foot here,it was difficult to tell what would have changed. Still, despite being a little more on the alert than usual for the first few days of her stay- though being in Taengea at all still felt surreal- she was dealing well enough, even if running into someone she had known from her previous life or not recognizing someone's status would no doubt be awkward.
Being the brave, and at times reckless, girl she had been meant Celine was no stranger to blood and dirt. But even she had not truly expected what might be the first batch of wounded soldiers to have so many so badly in need of assistance- or sometimes doomed to die regardless of said assistance. She knew of talk of war, and plenty of it, having the father she did. She had even helped care for the injured- in other instances besides war- on occasion, and thought she could be of service here.
Hearing of war and seeing the consequences of it, however, were two entirely different things. Even if Rhais had been injured in the fire that had caused the family to leave Taengea- and badly enough to still leave burn scars- Celine had seldom seen injuries of this magnitude, which only added to the feeling that this entire time in Taengea hadn't quite seemed real after all these years.She couldn't wait to see Max, Adelpha, and Basil, and catch a glimpse of her brothers if and when she could. It might give her a tiny bit of normalcy in all this chaos. First dealing with the shock of most of the people she cared about leaving, then following in a hasty decision of her own, then staying in Taengea after years of absence had thrown off her equilibrium a good bit.
Celine snapped herself back to the present and joined the small group of helpers before being directed to those who were bandaging wounds.
'Make these sheets into strips,' she was told, 'and then when you're finished with that, go find some sticks if you can, for splints.'
She nodded, and when she was finished with the bandages, she shuffled through the sand, even though it wasn't the most proper way to walk. Her feet were sinking into it in places, and it took a great deal of effort to remain upright. She did so, and tried to skirt around the wounded, as well, but just as she thought she was home free, she bumped against a barrel of water and felt a sliver of wood pierce her leg. She gritted her teeth in pain. "Ugh!"
On the other side of the barrel, she managed an awkward "Hello, sorry about that," to the girl nearest to it.
Celine had been staying with old friends who had understood why her family had had to leave ever since the day she'd gotten off the merchant ship. While she was unsure just how long to stay, it wouldn't do if she and Maximus were discovered together regardless, so she had determined to go slowly and take her time. Once she got to Egypt, there would be things she wanted to do anyway: check out the souks, examine the temples (specifically for their artwork), perhaps do a few sketches- worrying that if she bought paints they would spill on the long journey, she hadn't considered that.
But for now, for an undetermined amount of time, she would stay and rebuild what connections she could. Or so she had determined when she had last seen Maximus.
She had not, however, counted on being needed to help wounded soldiers, though she had no real problem with doing so. However, it did mean that she might run into people she knew, or, at worst, people who she had no idea were nobility. In the past nine years since she had set foot here,it was difficult to tell what would have changed. Still, despite being a little more on the alert than usual for the first few days of her stay- though being in Taengea at all still felt surreal- she was dealing well enough, even if running into someone she had known from her previous life or not recognizing someone's status would no doubt be awkward.
Being the brave, and at times reckless, girl she had been meant Celine was no stranger to blood and dirt. But even she had not truly expected what might be the first batch of wounded soldiers to have so many so badly in need of assistance- or sometimes doomed to die regardless of said assistance. She knew of talk of war, and plenty of it, having the father she did. She had even helped care for the injured- in other instances besides war- on occasion, and thought she could be of service here.
Hearing of war and seeing the consequences of it, however, were two entirely different things. Even if Rhais had been injured in the fire that had caused the family to leave Taengea- and badly enough to still leave burn scars- Celine had seldom seen injuries of this magnitude, which only added to the feeling that this entire time in Taengea hadn't quite seemed real after all these years.She couldn't wait to see Max, Adelpha, and Basil, and catch a glimpse of her brothers if and when she could. It might give her a tiny bit of normalcy in all this chaos. First dealing with the shock of most of the people she cared about leaving, then following in a hasty decision of her own, then staying in Taengea after years of absence had thrown off her equilibrium a good bit.
Celine snapped herself back to the present and joined the small group of helpers before being directed to those who were bandaging wounds.
'Make these sheets into strips,' she was told, 'and then when you're finished with that, go find some sticks if you can, for splints.'
She nodded, and when she was finished with the bandages, she shuffled through the sand, even though it wasn't the most proper way to walk. Her feet were sinking into it in places, and it took a great deal of effort to remain upright. She did so, and tried to skirt around the wounded, as well, but just as she thought she was home free, she bumped against a barrel of water and felt a sliver of wood pierce her leg. She gritted her teeth in pain. "Ugh!"
On the other side of the barrel, she managed an awkward "Hello, sorry about that," to the girl nearest to it.
In all honesty, Zenais had murmured that bit to herself. Used to being ignored ever since working in a tavern in Taengea, she hadn't expected anyone to respond to her. Afterall, ever since being dropped from the status of nobility, Zenais had done her best to appear as inconspicuous and unnoticeable as possible. It had been necessary, especially in the most recent years of her arrival as she tried her best to escape notice from her fear of being hauled back to Colchis for punishment.
But ever since being hired by Lady Eirini, the brunette has had to spruce up more, and that meant her features had become far more prominent, which meant she was becoming far more noticeable.
When Nikolias had responded to her, Zenais had started a bit when she noticed that someone had been addressing her, before backing up abit to give some space between them. It was habitual for Zenais over the past ten years to react somewhat like a deer outside of it's habitat, but she had learned to since temper down the reaction after a few months with Lady Eirini, that her answer came out without any sense of being surprised at all, as she nodded.
"I should hope so. The circumstances don't seem good, however." she paused, and then gave a bow to the lord. "Lord Nikolias." she greeted respectfully before turning to look at the waters where more men were being brought to shore from the ship. The surprise showed in her eyes when she saw the princess wading in the shallow waters. It was unnatural for Zenais to be back in the company of nobility and royalty after so long, but habits trained by her mother since birth was diehard, and for a moment the brunette found it odd that a princess of royal descent would be wading in waters when she had servants to do so.
Still, she guessed things were different between Taengea and Colchis.
Her eyes following Xene rushing out the water, she had intended to go and help the princess (for Lady Eirini would surely want her nearby to the top ranking ones, if only to glean as much information as she could), but was interupted when someone bumped into a barrel, and Zenais heard a cry of pain, before a head popped up.
"Oh, do you need help?" she asked, her empathetic heart coming to forefront as she came nearer to the young lady, noting the way in which her feet was angled. Catching sight of the end of the sliver of wood, Zenais winced, before motioning at the woman to take a seat. "Do let me help. The faster we get you better the quicker we can move on to help others." she offered, waiting till the other lady had sat down, before Zenais hitched up her chiton and crouched down to take a look at the feet.
With her long fingernails, she managed to pinch the ends of the sliver, dragging it out, and then quickly grabbing some water from the barrel - which ironically had been the culprit of the injury - Zenais splashed some of the clean water on the area where blood seeped out slightly, before straightening up with a smile. "All done."
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In all honesty, Zenais had murmured that bit to herself. Used to being ignored ever since working in a tavern in Taengea, she hadn't expected anyone to respond to her. Afterall, ever since being dropped from the status of nobility, Zenais had done her best to appear as inconspicuous and unnoticeable as possible. It had been necessary, especially in the most recent years of her arrival as she tried her best to escape notice from her fear of being hauled back to Colchis for punishment.
But ever since being hired by Lady Eirini, the brunette has had to spruce up more, and that meant her features had become far more prominent, which meant she was becoming far more noticeable.
When Nikolias had responded to her, Zenais had started a bit when she noticed that someone had been addressing her, before backing up abit to give some space between them. It was habitual for Zenais over the past ten years to react somewhat like a deer outside of it's habitat, but she had learned to since temper down the reaction after a few months with Lady Eirini, that her answer came out without any sense of being surprised at all, as she nodded.
"I should hope so. The circumstances don't seem good, however." she paused, and then gave a bow to the lord. "Lord Nikolias." she greeted respectfully before turning to look at the waters where more men were being brought to shore from the ship. The surprise showed in her eyes when she saw the princess wading in the shallow waters. It was unnatural for Zenais to be back in the company of nobility and royalty after so long, but habits trained by her mother since birth was diehard, and for a moment the brunette found it odd that a princess of royal descent would be wading in waters when she had servants to do so.
Still, she guessed things were different between Taengea and Colchis.
Her eyes following Xene rushing out the water, she had intended to go and help the princess (for Lady Eirini would surely want her nearby to the top ranking ones, if only to glean as much information as she could), but was interupted when someone bumped into a barrel, and Zenais heard a cry of pain, before a head popped up.
"Oh, do you need help?" she asked, her empathetic heart coming to forefront as she came nearer to the young lady, noting the way in which her feet was angled. Catching sight of the end of the sliver of wood, Zenais winced, before motioning at the woman to take a seat. "Do let me help. The faster we get you better the quicker we can move on to help others." she offered, waiting till the other lady had sat down, before Zenais hitched up her chiton and crouched down to take a look at the feet.
With her long fingernails, she managed to pinch the ends of the sliver, dragging it out, and then quickly grabbing some water from the barrel - which ironically had been the culprit of the injury - Zenais splashed some of the clean water on the area where blood seeped out slightly, before straightening up with a smile. "All done."
In all honesty, Zenais had murmured that bit to herself. Used to being ignored ever since working in a tavern in Taengea, she hadn't expected anyone to respond to her. Afterall, ever since being dropped from the status of nobility, Zenais had done her best to appear as inconspicuous and unnoticeable as possible. It had been necessary, especially in the most recent years of her arrival as she tried her best to escape notice from her fear of being hauled back to Colchis for punishment.
But ever since being hired by Lady Eirini, the brunette has had to spruce up more, and that meant her features had become far more prominent, which meant she was becoming far more noticeable.
When Nikolias had responded to her, Zenais had started a bit when she noticed that someone had been addressing her, before backing up abit to give some space between them. It was habitual for Zenais over the past ten years to react somewhat like a deer outside of it's habitat, but she had learned to since temper down the reaction after a few months with Lady Eirini, that her answer came out without any sense of being surprised at all, as she nodded.
"I should hope so. The circumstances don't seem good, however." she paused, and then gave a bow to the lord. "Lord Nikolias." she greeted respectfully before turning to look at the waters where more men were being brought to shore from the ship. The surprise showed in her eyes when she saw the princess wading in the shallow waters. It was unnatural for Zenais to be back in the company of nobility and royalty after so long, but habits trained by her mother since birth was diehard, and for a moment the brunette found it odd that a princess of royal descent would be wading in waters when she had servants to do so.
Still, she guessed things were different between Taengea and Colchis.
Her eyes following Xene rushing out the water, she had intended to go and help the princess (for Lady Eirini would surely want her nearby to the top ranking ones, if only to glean as much information as she could), but was interupted when someone bumped into a barrel, and Zenais heard a cry of pain, before a head popped up.
"Oh, do you need help?" she asked, her empathetic heart coming to forefront as she came nearer to the young lady, noting the way in which her feet was angled. Catching sight of the end of the sliver of wood, Zenais winced, before motioning at the woman to take a seat. "Do let me help. The faster we get you better the quicker we can move on to help others." she offered, waiting till the other lady had sat down, before Zenais hitched up her chiton and crouched down to take a look at the feet.
With her long fingernails, she managed to pinch the ends of the sliver, dragging it out, and then quickly grabbing some water from the barrel - which ironically had been the culprit of the injury - Zenais splashed some of the clean water on the area where blood seeped out slightly, before straightening up with a smile. "All done."
Nikolias wasn't sure he recognized the girl, but he smiled softly and nodded in appreciation of her greeting.
Celine was terribly conflicted. On the one hand, she did need help, but on the other hand, she had always hated being touched by strangers, though the sliver had gone in at such an angle that she was not able to reach it, and she soon gave up and let the other girl help her. Added to this indignity, however, was that awful feeling she usually got when she suddenly happened to need attention in the middle of doing or talking about something serious. It seemed wrong somehow, almost selfish, to suddenly find oneself hurt (even if only in one of the most minor of ways) when there were soldiers dying in front of them, and then to be the one to need assistance, however briefly, even if the situation hadn't been her fault and had been partly caused by her feet slipping in the sand when she tried to walk normally, so she'd had to shuffle to try to avoid falling. Pain, indignity, and embarrassment all combined to give her face a rather pinched expression, though it lasted only as long as the sliver was still in her leg.
Celine was pretty sure her face was as red as a tomato, but she looked up and smiled wearily in thanks and still a bit of embarrassment.
"Thank you. My name is Celine of Acaris." Though she could almost add that she didn't feel like that person anymore now, but more like Celine of Laconia, that didn't seem like something someone would be particularly interested in hearing at the moment, so while the thought went through her head, it also stayed there. "Like I said, I'm really sorry about that." She almost felt like she should be apologizing to the soldier the woman was trying to help as well. Celine had been the reason the attention was taken off of him, though she also wondered if the man were either in too much pain or too near death to notice. "I had been making bandages, but they sent me to find some sticks for splints, and if I walked normally, I might have fallen even sooner. This spot is very sandy, isn't it?" She smiled brightly. "Maybe some driftwood would work for splints, too. Have you seen any?" She really could use a little bit of a sort of landmark guide here. It literally felt like she had last been on Serenn at some point during another lifetime.
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Nikolias wasn't sure he recognized the girl, but he smiled softly and nodded in appreciation of her greeting.
Celine was terribly conflicted. On the one hand, she did need help, but on the other hand, she had always hated being touched by strangers, though the sliver had gone in at such an angle that she was not able to reach it, and she soon gave up and let the other girl help her. Added to this indignity, however, was that awful feeling she usually got when she suddenly happened to need attention in the middle of doing or talking about something serious. It seemed wrong somehow, almost selfish, to suddenly find oneself hurt (even if only in one of the most minor of ways) when there were soldiers dying in front of them, and then to be the one to need assistance, however briefly, even if the situation hadn't been her fault and had been partly caused by her feet slipping in the sand when she tried to walk normally, so she'd had to shuffle to try to avoid falling. Pain, indignity, and embarrassment all combined to give her face a rather pinched expression, though it lasted only as long as the sliver was still in her leg.
Celine was pretty sure her face was as red as a tomato, but she looked up and smiled wearily in thanks and still a bit of embarrassment.
"Thank you. My name is Celine of Acaris." Though she could almost add that she didn't feel like that person anymore now, but more like Celine of Laconia, that didn't seem like something someone would be particularly interested in hearing at the moment, so while the thought went through her head, it also stayed there. "Like I said, I'm really sorry about that." She almost felt like she should be apologizing to the soldier the woman was trying to help as well. Celine had been the reason the attention was taken off of him, though she also wondered if the man were either in too much pain or too near death to notice. "I had been making bandages, but they sent me to find some sticks for splints, and if I walked normally, I might have fallen even sooner. This spot is very sandy, isn't it?" She smiled brightly. "Maybe some driftwood would work for splints, too. Have you seen any?" She really could use a little bit of a sort of landmark guide here. It literally felt like she had last been on Serenn at some point during another lifetime.
Nikolias wasn't sure he recognized the girl, but he smiled softly and nodded in appreciation of her greeting.
Celine was terribly conflicted. On the one hand, she did need help, but on the other hand, she had always hated being touched by strangers, though the sliver had gone in at such an angle that she was not able to reach it, and she soon gave up and let the other girl help her. Added to this indignity, however, was that awful feeling she usually got when she suddenly happened to need attention in the middle of doing or talking about something serious. It seemed wrong somehow, almost selfish, to suddenly find oneself hurt (even if only in one of the most minor of ways) when there were soldiers dying in front of them, and then to be the one to need assistance, however briefly, even if the situation hadn't been her fault and had been partly caused by her feet slipping in the sand when she tried to walk normally, so she'd had to shuffle to try to avoid falling. Pain, indignity, and embarrassment all combined to give her face a rather pinched expression, though it lasted only as long as the sliver was still in her leg.
Celine was pretty sure her face was as red as a tomato, but she looked up and smiled wearily in thanks and still a bit of embarrassment.
"Thank you. My name is Celine of Acaris." Though she could almost add that she didn't feel like that person anymore now, but more like Celine of Laconia, that didn't seem like something someone would be particularly interested in hearing at the moment, so while the thought went through her head, it also stayed there. "Like I said, I'm really sorry about that." She almost felt like she should be apologizing to the soldier the woman was trying to help as well. Celine had been the reason the attention was taken off of him, though she also wondered if the man were either in too much pain or too near death to notice. "I had been making bandages, but they sent me to find some sticks for splints, and if I walked normally, I might have fallen even sooner. This spot is very sandy, isn't it?" She smiled brightly. "Maybe some driftwood would work for splints, too. Have you seen any?" She really could use a little bit of a sort of landmark guide here. It literally felt like she had last been on Serenn at some point during another lifetime.
Thras noticed that people were starting to gather now, and he felt a little bit of pride at that fact. When these men needed them, they were there, and when the citizens of Greece needed them, these men had put their lives on the line. Thras wasn’t completely delusional, he knew that the odds of most of these men making it through this alive was almost nothing, he knew that. But that didn’t mean he was going to stop trying, if he could even help save one of these men, he had to at least try. He would like to think that the same would be done for him if he was one of the wounded laying here today.
He stood from where he had been kneeling and stretched a bit, it was important for him to keep himself comfortable, he had a feeling that this would be a long day. He then reached down to tighten the straps on his leg brace, to make sure it was on properly and he would not have to fidget with it later in the day. His attention was caught as he noticed some women by one of the barrels of water, one of them seemed to be injured or something. He knew that the soldiers should take priority, but there were plenty of people assisting with that now, and Thras wasn’t sure there was much he could do for the men that the others attending them couldn’t do.
He was approaching just as the splinter was pulled from the woman’s leg, but he still felt the need to make sure both women were okay. Perhaps they had some sort of task they would need assistance with as well. There were now many people tending to wounds and providing water, he thought there had to be some where else where he would be more needed.
“Apologies for the interruption. I thought perhaps to help with the injury.” He said, motioning to her leg where the splinter had been just moments ago.
“But it seems I am a tad too late.” He said, giving them both a smile and a small bow, having no idea who they were or what their station in life was. It seemed that people from all walks of life had gathered there to help.
“Thrasius of Aetaea.” He stated, introducing himself quickly.
“Do you know of anything that can be done to assist? There are no more water barrels to be hauled, and all the injured have been brought to the ships.” He said, if there was nothing left to be done that he could really assist with, with no medical knowledge, he would leave them to it. Too many people would just get in the way and make things harder in the long run. There were only so many people that could feed the injured water and whatever medicine that was able to be gathered. He knew little about what to do in this situation, never having dealt with anything quite like it before, so he thought perhaps these women would have a better idea.
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Thras noticed that people were starting to gather now, and he felt a little bit of pride at that fact. When these men needed them, they were there, and when the citizens of Greece needed them, these men had put their lives on the line. Thras wasn’t completely delusional, he knew that the odds of most of these men making it through this alive was almost nothing, he knew that. But that didn’t mean he was going to stop trying, if he could even help save one of these men, he had to at least try. He would like to think that the same would be done for him if he was one of the wounded laying here today.
He stood from where he had been kneeling and stretched a bit, it was important for him to keep himself comfortable, he had a feeling that this would be a long day. He then reached down to tighten the straps on his leg brace, to make sure it was on properly and he would not have to fidget with it later in the day. His attention was caught as he noticed some women by one of the barrels of water, one of them seemed to be injured or something. He knew that the soldiers should take priority, but there were plenty of people assisting with that now, and Thras wasn’t sure there was much he could do for the men that the others attending them couldn’t do.
He was approaching just as the splinter was pulled from the woman’s leg, but he still felt the need to make sure both women were okay. Perhaps they had some sort of task they would need assistance with as well. There were now many people tending to wounds and providing water, he thought there had to be some where else where he would be more needed.
“Apologies for the interruption. I thought perhaps to help with the injury.” He said, motioning to her leg where the splinter had been just moments ago.
“But it seems I am a tad too late.” He said, giving them both a smile and a small bow, having no idea who they were or what their station in life was. It seemed that people from all walks of life had gathered there to help.
“Thrasius of Aetaea.” He stated, introducing himself quickly.
“Do you know of anything that can be done to assist? There are no more water barrels to be hauled, and all the injured have been brought to the ships.” He said, if there was nothing left to be done that he could really assist with, with no medical knowledge, he would leave them to it. Too many people would just get in the way and make things harder in the long run. There were only so many people that could feed the injured water and whatever medicine that was able to be gathered. He knew little about what to do in this situation, never having dealt with anything quite like it before, so he thought perhaps these women would have a better idea.
Thras noticed that people were starting to gather now, and he felt a little bit of pride at that fact. When these men needed them, they were there, and when the citizens of Greece needed them, these men had put their lives on the line. Thras wasn’t completely delusional, he knew that the odds of most of these men making it through this alive was almost nothing, he knew that. But that didn’t mean he was going to stop trying, if he could even help save one of these men, he had to at least try. He would like to think that the same would be done for him if he was one of the wounded laying here today.
He stood from where he had been kneeling and stretched a bit, it was important for him to keep himself comfortable, he had a feeling that this would be a long day. He then reached down to tighten the straps on his leg brace, to make sure it was on properly and he would not have to fidget with it later in the day. His attention was caught as he noticed some women by one of the barrels of water, one of them seemed to be injured or something. He knew that the soldiers should take priority, but there were plenty of people assisting with that now, and Thras wasn’t sure there was much he could do for the men that the others attending them couldn’t do.
He was approaching just as the splinter was pulled from the woman’s leg, but he still felt the need to make sure both women were okay. Perhaps they had some sort of task they would need assistance with as well. There were now many people tending to wounds and providing water, he thought there had to be some where else where he would be more needed.
“Apologies for the interruption. I thought perhaps to help with the injury.” He said, motioning to her leg where the splinter had been just moments ago.
“But it seems I am a tad too late.” He said, giving them both a smile and a small bow, having no idea who they were or what their station in life was. It seemed that people from all walks of life had gathered there to help.
“Thrasius of Aetaea.” He stated, introducing himself quickly.
“Do you know of anything that can be done to assist? There are no more water barrels to be hauled, and all the injured have been brought to the ships.” He said, if there was nothing left to be done that he could really assist with, with no medical knowledge, he would leave them to it. Too many people would just get in the way and make things harder in the long run. There were only so many people that could feed the injured water and whatever medicine that was able to be gathered. He knew little about what to do in this situation, never having dealt with anything quite like it before, so he thought perhaps these women would have a better idea.
"Thank you for being willing to help, sir." Celine smiled. " I'm Celine of Acaris.Perhaps you might be able to tell me where to find some wood to make splints? That's what I was told to help with, but I was just visiting friends while here. It's been awhile since I was in this part of the country and I'm a bit lost, landmark-wise."
Or any part of the country,Celine thought. She missed the sea horribly and should have been glad to be back in the country of her birth, even though she had not planned to be here longer than was necessary to explain her feelings to Maximus. But now that he was no longer here, she felt adrift. While the first couple of days here had been uneasy for her, as perhaps might have been expected considering the circumstances under which her family had fled, the shock was easing, replaced by an urgency to help wherever needed while she was here. But now, after seeing how badly wounded some of these men were, the unease was returning again, although the fact that she kept her composure well in emergencies was thankfully not letting her show it. Even though it would take a lot of time to reach Egypt at the rate she planned to travel, let alone the time it would take to find the area where the war camp was located, she suddenly felt antsy again, eager to be on her way. But first things came first.
"You might be able to cut the wood better than I could, as well," she suggested to Thrasius. It was true- drawing and painting were her specialties, not cutting wood, even wood to be used for splints. She turned to Zenais, a question in her eyes. "Can you think of anything else?" she asked her.
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"Thank you for being willing to help, sir." Celine smiled. " I'm Celine of Acaris.Perhaps you might be able to tell me where to find some wood to make splints? That's what I was told to help with, but I was just visiting friends while here. It's been awhile since I was in this part of the country and I'm a bit lost, landmark-wise."
Or any part of the country,Celine thought. She missed the sea horribly and should have been glad to be back in the country of her birth, even though she had not planned to be here longer than was necessary to explain her feelings to Maximus. But now that he was no longer here, she felt adrift. While the first couple of days here had been uneasy for her, as perhaps might have been expected considering the circumstances under which her family had fled, the shock was easing, replaced by an urgency to help wherever needed while she was here. But now, after seeing how badly wounded some of these men were, the unease was returning again, although the fact that she kept her composure well in emergencies was thankfully not letting her show it. Even though it would take a lot of time to reach Egypt at the rate she planned to travel, let alone the time it would take to find the area where the war camp was located, she suddenly felt antsy again, eager to be on her way. But first things came first.
"You might be able to cut the wood better than I could, as well," she suggested to Thrasius. It was true- drawing and painting were her specialties, not cutting wood, even wood to be used for splints. She turned to Zenais, a question in her eyes. "Can you think of anything else?" she asked her.
"Thank you for being willing to help, sir." Celine smiled. " I'm Celine of Acaris.Perhaps you might be able to tell me where to find some wood to make splints? That's what I was told to help with, but I was just visiting friends while here. It's been awhile since I was in this part of the country and I'm a bit lost, landmark-wise."
Or any part of the country,Celine thought. She missed the sea horribly and should have been glad to be back in the country of her birth, even though she had not planned to be here longer than was necessary to explain her feelings to Maximus. But now that he was no longer here, she felt adrift. While the first couple of days here had been uneasy for her, as perhaps might have been expected considering the circumstances under which her family had fled, the shock was easing, replaced by an urgency to help wherever needed while she was here. But now, after seeing how badly wounded some of these men were, the unease was returning again, although the fact that she kept her composure well in emergencies was thankfully not letting her show it. Even though it would take a lot of time to reach Egypt at the rate she planned to travel, let alone the time it would take to find the area where the war camp was located, she suddenly felt antsy again, eager to be on her way. But first things came first.
"You might be able to cut the wood better than I could, as well," she suggested to Thrasius. It was true- drawing and painting were her specialties, not cutting wood, even wood to be used for splints. She turned to Zenais, a question in her eyes. "Can you think of anything else?" she asked her.
Her response was a simple smile, despite the obvious embarassment shown by the other lady. It wasn't in her to deny help to someone, despite the situations her life had taken a turn in. "It's alright, don't be. Things happen." she murmured in response, straightening up once she's noticed Celine was now fine. Her question brought the brunette's gaze drifting over, but before she could respond, another male approached, a man she had seen a little bit earlier.
"That you wished to help at all is a boon." the young handmaiden responded, and then suddenly realized with a small gasped everyone around her had introduced themselves save for her. "I'm Zenais, I work in the household of Lady Eirini and Lord Fotios, but I am here to simply assist." Of course, to any normal person, they would notice how Zenais had surreptiously left out her place of origin, a habit she had been doing over the past decade ever since she had arrived in Taengea. Despite her new employment under a house of royal status, Zenais still did not wish for anyone to correlate her to the old and shamed House Alistaire in her past, and found it simply easier to omit her place of birth entirely.
Instead, she simply zeroed in on the male's next question, and turned her gaze to the ships still bobbing on the oceans.
"Splints would be useful as Celine here has mentioned, but perhaps the ships may need some mending as well? I can't imagine it being in good shape, coming from a wartorn area." she murmured, watching as more men waded out into the sea.
Zenais was about to turn to the young lady and offer to help her make some splints, when a loud shout of her name made her turn, to find the source of her caller astride a horse, clearly an errand boy from the house Leventi. Knowing quickly her mistress was likely summoning her back for some form of duty, Zenais cleared her throat, and quickly gave an apologetic bow to the two individuals she had been speaking with, before taking a step back. "My apologies, I'm afraid my lady has need of me. I wish you luck in finding what you need to assist - perhaps over where the heavily injured are?" she murmured in suggestion, and gave another quick bow before she picked up her skirts to hurry away.
Taking the hand offered by the sent errand boy, Zenais hopped on to the back of the hourse, and was quickly whisked back to the household to attend to whatever duties she was needed to.
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Her response was a simple smile, despite the obvious embarassment shown by the other lady. It wasn't in her to deny help to someone, despite the situations her life had taken a turn in. "It's alright, don't be. Things happen." she murmured in response, straightening up once she's noticed Celine was now fine. Her question brought the brunette's gaze drifting over, but before she could respond, another male approached, a man she had seen a little bit earlier.
"That you wished to help at all is a boon." the young handmaiden responded, and then suddenly realized with a small gasped everyone around her had introduced themselves save for her. "I'm Zenais, I work in the household of Lady Eirini and Lord Fotios, but I am here to simply assist." Of course, to any normal person, they would notice how Zenais had surreptiously left out her place of origin, a habit she had been doing over the past decade ever since she had arrived in Taengea. Despite her new employment under a house of royal status, Zenais still did not wish for anyone to correlate her to the old and shamed House Alistaire in her past, and found it simply easier to omit her place of birth entirely.
Instead, she simply zeroed in on the male's next question, and turned her gaze to the ships still bobbing on the oceans.
"Splints would be useful as Celine here has mentioned, but perhaps the ships may need some mending as well? I can't imagine it being in good shape, coming from a wartorn area." she murmured, watching as more men waded out into the sea.
Zenais was about to turn to the young lady and offer to help her make some splints, when a loud shout of her name made her turn, to find the source of her caller astride a horse, clearly an errand boy from the house Leventi. Knowing quickly her mistress was likely summoning her back for some form of duty, Zenais cleared her throat, and quickly gave an apologetic bow to the two individuals she had been speaking with, before taking a step back. "My apologies, I'm afraid my lady has need of me. I wish you luck in finding what you need to assist - perhaps over where the heavily injured are?" she murmured in suggestion, and gave another quick bow before she picked up her skirts to hurry away.
Taking the hand offered by the sent errand boy, Zenais hopped on to the back of the hourse, and was quickly whisked back to the household to attend to whatever duties she was needed to.
Her response was a simple smile, despite the obvious embarassment shown by the other lady. It wasn't in her to deny help to someone, despite the situations her life had taken a turn in. "It's alright, don't be. Things happen." she murmured in response, straightening up once she's noticed Celine was now fine. Her question brought the brunette's gaze drifting over, but before she could respond, another male approached, a man she had seen a little bit earlier.
"That you wished to help at all is a boon." the young handmaiden responded, and then suddenly realized with a small gasped everyone around her had introduced themselves save for her. "I'm Zenais, I work in the household of Lady Eirini and Lord Fotios, but I am here to simply assist." Of course, to any normal person, they would notice how Zenais had surreptiously left out her place of origin, a habit she had been doing over the past decade ever since she had arrived in Taengea. Despite her new employment under a house of royal status, Zenais still did not wish for anyone to correlate her to the old and shamed House Alistaire in her past, and found it simply easier to omit her place of birth entirely.
Instead, she simply zeroed in on the male's next question, and turned her gaze to the ships still bobbing on the oceans.
"Splints would be useful as Celine here has mentioned, but perhaps the ships may need some mending as well? I can't imagine it being in good shape, coming from a wartorn area." she murmured, watching as more men waded out into the sea.
Zenais was about to turn to the young lady and offer to help her make some splints, when a loud shout of her name made her turn, to find the source of her caller astride a horse, clearly an errand boy from the house Leventi. Knowing quickly her mistress was likely summoning her back for some form of duty, Zenais cleared her throat, and quickly gave an apologetic bow to the two individuals she had been speaking with, before taking a step back. "My apologies, I'm afraid my lady has need of me. I wish you luck in finding what you need to assist - perhaps over where the heavily injured are?" she murmured in suggestion, and gave another quick bow before she picked up her skirts to hurry away.
Taking the hand offered by the sent errand boy, Zenais hopped on to the back of the hourse, and was quickly whisked back to the household to attend to whatever duties she was needed to.
Though Basilides had kept many hours in the company of Princess Xene, he was still a part of his family's merchant trade. There was plenty of business to be attended to and now that the distraction of drink was less of an issue, he found himself picking up the mess he had made as he had fallen from his various duties.
Apologies were made, letter upon letter was written to correct mistakes, and he worked to polish off whatever smudge he had managed to make against his family name. His presence in the Guildhouse was noted as being more frequent than before, with many of the other merchants now privy to his proximity to the Mikaelidas Family. Notoriety had followed him to the point of being mildly exasperating, as various tradesmen sought him out to see if they could use him to get their wares before royal eyes. As demanding as the performing artists were among the troupe, they paled in comparison to those eager to find noble coins in their purses as opposed to trading simply for their craftsmanship.
As good fortune would have it, he received word several days hence that a shipment of goods from his family's stores in Acaris would be arriving soon, as Galen had just returned from a trip to Bedoa, bringing along with him many exotic furs and pigments for paint and dyes in colors that only the most affluent could ever imagine wearing. Along with that were fabric and pre-made gowns that he requested from his family, after promising to have a private showing for many ladies of the court.
The ship planned to arrive in the earliest hours of dawn so he could pull the finest goods for those select few before any other merchant could set eyes upon them. It was a vicious market for these types of goods and having them hauled off the ship and into storage before anyone knew they were there was most important.
Basilides had been mid-sentence with the familiar captain that his family frequently hired when the sound of voices around him were raised as a vessel approached. Among the first few at the water's edge, Basilides heard the call of orders to assist the men to shore. Though not a man of much strength or skill, his towering figure proved useful as he helped assist one of the men to shore. The Captain of his parent's vessel did the same as well, calling his small crew to assist in bringing the ship.
Upon seeing the injured as they were brought from this ship, he turned to the man, "Captain, do you have a surgeon aboard your ship at all? Or any medicines aboard? My family will understand taking the loss." The Captain swiftly began calling orders, along with others at the shoreline. It was just shy of chaos, but all were moving towards helping.
In the flurry of movement and such in the early hours, Basilides took a moment to take in the sight of Princess Xene kneeling to help one of the injured men. He quickly found himself moving to step to her side, coming to his knees in the sand beside her. He easily recognized Lord Fotios as he sat astride his mount nearby, surveying the sight.
"Your Highness...My Lord..."
It was a slight beckoning for him to take over the role of supporting the man so that she could tend more to the task of giving him the water. The man sputtered in heat-stricken confusion, pale and on the verge of death as he glanced about to them and the sky as if trying to catch his bearings.
The blood on his clothing was old and dried down, and with the ship that they sailed in upon intact, it did not bode well for the origins. Basilides met Xene's eyes and could not help but swallow down his initial worry before setting his eyes back to the dawning horizon over the water, a pit of worry in his stomach.
"Merchant ships should be sent out beyond the harbor, to see if there are other such vessels on their way in," Basilides offered, looking up from the Princess to the Leventi headlord, concern building at whether or not the city would be able to take in an influx of injured men. After all, the King should have returned a week ago, had all gone to task. Basilides was no military mind, but there was no mistaking these men as an omen.
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Though Basilides had kept many hours in the company of Princess Xene, he was still a part of his family's merchant trade. There was plenty of business to be attended to and now that the distraction of drink was less of an issue, he found himself picking up the mess he had made as he had fallen from his various duties.
Apologies were made, letter upon letter was written to correct mistakes, and he worked to polish off whatever smudge he had managed to make against his family name. His presence in the Guildhouse was noted as being more frequent than before, with many of the other merchants now privy to his proximity to the Mikaelidas Family. Notoriety had followed him to the point of being mildly exasperating, as various tradesmen sought him out to see if they could use him to get their wares before royal eyes. As demanding as the performing artists were among the troupe, they paled in comparison to those eager to find noble coins in their purses as opposed to trading simply for their craftsmanship.
As good fortune would have it, he received word several days hence that a shipment of goods from his family's stores in Acaris would be arriving soon, as Galen had just returned from a trip to Bedoa, bringing along with him many exotic furs and pigments for paint and dyes in colors that only the most affluent could ever imagine wearing. Along with that were fabric and pre-made gowns that he requested from his family, after promising to have a private showing for many ladies of the court.
The ship planned to arrive in the earliest hours of dawn so he could pull the finest goods for those select few before any other merchant could set eyes upon them. It was a vicious market for these types of goods and having them hauled off the ship and into storage before anyone knew they were there was most important.
Basilides had been mid-sentence with the familiar captain that his family frequently hired when the sound of voices around him were raised as a vessel approached. Among the first few at the water's edge, Basilides heard the call of orders to assist the men to shore. Though not a man of much strength or skill, his towering figure proved useful as he helped assist one of the men to shore. The Captain of his parent's vessel did the same as well, calling his small crew to assist in bringing the ship.
Upon seeing the injured as they were brought from this ship, he turned to the man, "Captain, do you have a surgeon aboard your ship at all? Or any medicines aboard? My family will understand taking the loss." The Captain swiftly began calling orders, along with others at the shoreline. It was just shy of chaos, but all were moving towards helping.
In the flurry of movement and such in the early hours, Basilides took a moment to take in the sight of Princess Xene kneeling to help one of the injured men. He quickly found himself moving to step to her side, coming to his knees in the sand beside her. He easily recognized Lord Fotios as he sat astride his mount nearby, surveying the sight.
"Your Highness...My Lord..."
It was a slight beckoning for him to take over the role of supporting the man so that she could tend more to the task of giving him the water. The man sputtered in heat-stricken confusion, pale and on the verge of death as he glanced about to them and the sky as if trying to catch his bearings.
The blood on his clothing was old and dried down, and with the ship that they sailed in upon intact, it did not bode well for the origins. Basilides met Xene's eyes and could not help but swallow down his initial worry before setting his eyes back to the dawning horizon over the water, a pit of worry in his stomach.
"Merchant ships should be sent out beyond the harbor, to see if there are other such vessels on their way in," Basilides offered, looking up from the Princess to the Leventi headlord, concern building at whether or not the city would be able to take in an influx of injured men. After all, the King should have returned a week ago, had all gone to task. Basilides was no military mind, but there was no mistaking these men as an omen.
Though Basilides had kept many hours in the company of Princess Xene, he was still a part of his family's merchant trade. There was plenty of business to be attended to and now that the distraction of drink was less of an issue, he found himself picking up the mess he had made as he had fallen from his various duties.
Apologies were made, letter upon letter was written to correct mistakes, and he worked to polish off whatever smudge he had managed to make against his family name. His presence in the Guildhouse was noted as being more frequent than before, with many of the other merchants now privy to his proximity to the Mikaelidas Family. Notoriety had followed him to the point of being mildly exasperating, as various tradesmen sought him out to see if they could use him to get their wares before royal eyes. As demanding as the performing artists were among the troupe, they paled in comparison to those eager to find noble coins in their purses as opposed to trading simply for their craftsmanship.
As good fortune would have it, he received word several days hence that a shipment of goods from his family's stores in Acaris would be arriving soon, as Galen had just returned from a trip to Bedoa, bringing along with him many exotic furs and pigments for paint and dyes in colors that only the most affluent could ever imagine wearing. Along with that were fabric and pre-made gowns that he requested from his family, after promising to have a private showing for many ladies of the court.
The ship planned to arrive in the earliest hours of dawn so he could pull the finest goods for those select few before any other merchant could set eyes upon them. It was a vicious market for these types of goods and having them hauled off the ship and into storage before anyone knew they were there was most important.
Basilides had been mid-sentence with the familiar captain that his family frequently hired when the sound of voices around him were raised as a vessel approached. Among the first few at the water's edge, Basilides heard the call of orders to assist the men to shore. Though not a man of much strength or skill, his towering figure proved useful as he helped assist one of the men to shore. The Captain of his parent's vessel did the same as well, calling his small crew to assist in bringing the ship.
Upon seeing the injured as they were brought from this ship, he turned to the man, "Captain, do you have a surgeon aboard your ship at all? Or any medicines aboard? My family will understand taking the loss." The Captain swiftly began calling orders, along with others at the shoreline. It was just shy of chaos, but all were moving towards helping.
In the flurry of movement and such in the early hours, Basilides took a moment to take in the sight of Princess Xene kneeling to help one of the injured men. He quickly found himself moving to step to her side, coming to his knees in the sand beside her. He easily recognized Lord Fotios as he sat astride his mount nearby, surveying the sight.
"Your Highness...My Lord..."
It was a slight beckoning for him to take over the role of supporting the man so that she could tend more to the task of giving him the water. The man sputtered in heat-stricken confusion, pale and on the verge of death as he glanced about to them and the sky as if trying to catch his bearings.
The blood on his clothing was old and dried down, and with the ship that they sailed in upon intact, it did not bode well for the origins. Basilides met Xene's eyes and could not help but swallow down his initial worry before setting his eyes back to the dawning horizon over the water, a pit of worry in his stomach.
"Merchant ships should be sent out beyond the harbor, to see if there are other such vessels on their way in," Basilides offered, looking up from the Princess to the Leventi headlord, concern building at whether or not the city would be able to take in an influx of injured men. After all, the King should have returned a week ago, had all gone to task. Basilides was no military mind, but there was no mistaking these men as an omen.
The princess held tight to the soldier in her arms, her blue gaze knit with intense worry as she helped ladle water into the man's mouth. All the while, she murmured soft prayers to the gods in the man's ear, her mind both on him and the fact that her cousin had not returned to the shore yet. The sight of these meant that something had gone wrong, because neither Achilleas or Krysto had returned yet. Were they dead? Injured on another vessel further out into the water?
It hurt to feel that roiling worry so deeply in her chest. Part of her desperately wanted to shed tears, but she could not lose her grasp on her composure. Not yet. Not here. With a hand that didn't shake, her focus was entirely on her patient, hoping that someone else would come to help the man with his injuries. The more men off the ship that they could save, the better. It meant that they would have news, they would have answers to the questions likely bouncing around all of their heads.
It was the arrival of Basilides that had Xene finally looking up, unable to hide the flash of vulnerability in her gaze as she looked upon him. She could not voice her worry, but she knew that her friend would feel it. Her gown was easily soaked and her curls unkempt from the rush of the ride upon her horse and the sea breeze. "Basilides," she said carefully, not letting her voice waver. There would be a time and a place for that, and Basilides' declaration that other ships should be sent out to look for any straggling warships seemed to put her at immediate ease.
Looking up to Lord Fotios still atop his horse, the princess fixed him with a calm, level stare. "Lord Leventi," the princess called his name carefully, "Basilides is right. We need to check the waters further out for other ships and other injured men," she said to him, "I think I can task you with organizing such a thing, can I not?" the princess asked her lover in a tone that was not affectionate, but imploring and not leaving room for argument. If it was an order that set him on edge, then they could speak about it in the quiet of their next meeting.
But here and now, the princess needed people to take action. Taengea needed answers, and the only way to get them would be to seek them out. Dropping her gaze back to her patient, the princess carefully let go of the soldier, letting Basilides hold him instead. Snapping her fingers at someone passing by her, the princess looked up at the person or servant or whoever it was. "I need bandages. Now."
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The princess held tight to the soldier in her arms, her blue gaze knit with intense worry as she helped ladle water into the man's mouth. All the while, she murmured soft prayers to the gods in the man's ear, her mind both on him and the fact that her cousin had not returned to the shore yet. The sight of these meant that something had gone wrong, because neither Achilleas or Krysto had returned yet. Were they dead? Injured on another vessel further out into the water?
It hurt to feel that roiling worry so deeply in her chest. Part of her desperately wanted to shed tears, but she could not lose her grasp on her composure. Not yet. Not here. With a hand that didn't shake, her focus was entirely on her patient, hoping that someone else would come to help the man with his injuries. The more men off the ship that they could save, the better. It meant that they would have news, they would have answers to the questions likely bouncing around all of their heads.
It was the arrival of Basilides that had Xene finally looking up, unable to hide the flash of vulnerability in her gaze as she looked upon him. She could not voice her worry, but she knew that her friend would feel it. Her gown was easily soaked and her curls unkempt from the rush of the ride upon her horse and the sea breeze. "Basilides," she said carefully, not letting her voice waver. There would be a time and a place for that, and Basilides' declaration that other ships should be sent out to look for any straggling warships seemed to put her at immediate ease.
Looking up to Lord Fotios still atop his horse, the princess fixed him with a calm, level stare. "Lord Leventi," the princess called his name carefully, "Basilides is right. We need to check the waters further out for other ships and other injured men," she said to him, "I think I can task you with organizing such a thing, can I not?" the princess asked her lover in a tone that was not affectionate, but imploring and not leaving room for argument. If it was an order that set him on edge, then they could speak about it in the quiet of their next meeting.
But here and now, the princess needed people to take action. Taengea needed answers, and the only way to get them would be to seek them out. Dropping her gaze back to her patient, the princess carefully let go of the soldier, letting Basilides hold him instead. Snapping her fingers at someone passing by her, the princess looked up at the person or servant or whoever it was. "I need bandages. Now."
The princess held tight to the soldier in her arms, her blue gaze knit with intense worry as she helped ladle water into the man's mouth. All the while, she murmured soft prayers to the gods in the man's ear, her mind both on him and the fact that her cousin had not returned to the shore yet. The sight of these meant that something had gone wrong, because neither Achilleas or Krysto had returned yet. Were they dead? Injured on another vessel further out into the water?
It hurt to feel that roiling worry so deeply in her chest. Part of her desperately wanted to shed tears, but she could not lose her grasp on her composure. Not yet. Not here. With a hand that didn't shake, her focus was entirely on her patient, hoping that someone else would come to help the man with his injuries. The more men off the ship that they could save, the better. It meant that they would have news, they would have answers to the questions likely bouncing around all of their heads.
It was the arrival of Basilides that had Xene finally looking up, unable to hide the flash of vulnerability in her gaze as she looked upon him. She could not voice her worry, but she knew that her friend would feel it. Her gown was easily soaked and her curls unkempt from the rush of the ride upon her horse and the sea breeze. "Basilides," she said carefully, not letting her voice waver. There would be a time and a place for that, and Basilides' declaration that other ships should be sent out to look for any straggling warships seemed to put her at immediate ease.
Looking up to Lord Fotios still atop his horse, the princess fixed him with a calm, level stare. "Lord Leventi," the princess called his name carefully, "Basilides is right. We need to check the waters further out for other ships and other injured men," she said to him, "I think I can task you with organizing such a thing, can I not?" the princess asked her lover in a tone that was not affectionate, but imploring and not leaving room for argument. If it was an order that set him on edge, then they could speak about it in the quiet of their next meeting.
But here and now, the princess needed people to take action. Taengea needed answers, and the only way to get them would be to seek them out. Dropping her gaze back to her patient, the princess carefully let go of the soldier, letting Basilides hold him instead. Snapping her fingers at someone passing by her, the princess looked up at the person or servant or whoever it was. "I need bandages. Now."