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Today, Celine wished she could sleep like Rhais, who, although she felt sad about the fire and preferred not to be near fire either, had accepted the way things had been since rather well, Celine thought. Rhais, too, occasionally had nightmares, but in general seemed to have dealt with things better than Celine, who had been more aware of the possible political aspects of danger at the time.
It was because of the fire in Celine's and Rhais' childhoods that they were not at the Hephaestus festival. Most of the family used to at least make an effort to attend, but not her and not Rhais. Why did it still bother Celine so much? She sighed as she considered the fact that she was bothered now because she was still bothered by something that had happened seven years ago. Perhaps she felt she shouldn’t be- that time perhaps would have healed the wound caused by the terror and the subsequent upheaval of the life she knew. But she was also bothered because every event, banquet, ceremony, or festival she missed could theoretically mean a missed opportunity to form connections that might benefit her in the long run. And after the first few times she'd missed the festival, she felt that those who did not understand why the festival honoring the fire god made her uncomfortable- which was most people- might be questioning why she never came to it.
She had been sitting in the house, but her thoughts had her feeling restless enough to pace the halls, as a way to burn energy more quickly. Going on a horseback ride, as she felt like doing, might require her to change her clothes before leaving, and she was feeling too impatient for that. Not wanting to disturb Rhais, Celine finally gave up and went to sit outside, hoping being in the sun would soothe her agitation.
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Today, Celine wished she could sleep like Rhais, who, although she felt sad about the fire and preferred not to be near fire either, had accepted the way things had been since rather well, Celine thought. Rhais, too, occasionally had nightmares, but in general seemed to have dealt with things better than Celine, who had been more aware of the possible political aspects of danger at the time.
It was because of the fire in Celine's and Rhais' childhoods that they were not at the Hephaestus festival. Most of the family used to at least make an effort to attend, but not her and not Rhais. Why did it still bother Celine so much? She sighed as she considered the fact that she was bothered now because she was still bothered by something that had happened seven years ago. Perhaps she felt she shouldn’t be- that time perhaps would have healed the wound caused by the terror and the subsequent upheaval of the life she knew. But she was also bothered because every event, banquet, ceremony, or festival she missed could theoretically mean a missed opportunity to form connections that might benefit her in the long run. And after the first few times she'd missed the festival, she felt that those who did not understand why the festival honoring the fire god made her uncomfortable- which was most people- might be questioning why she never came to it.
She had been sitting in the house, but her thoughts had her feeling restless enough to pace the halls, as a way to burn energy more quickly. Going on a horseback ride, as she felt like doing, might require her to change her clothes before leaving, and she was feeling too impatient for that. Not wanting to disturb Rhais, Celine finally gave up and went to sit outside, hoping being in the sun would soothe her agitation.
Today, Celine wished she could sleep like Rhais, who, although she felt sad about the fire and preferred not to be near fire either, had accepted the way things had been since rather well, Celine thought. Rhais, too, occasionally had nightmares, but in general seemed to have dealt with things better than Celine, who had been more aware of the possible political aspects of danger at the time.
It was because of the fire in Celine's and Rhais' childhoods that they were not at the Hephaestus festival. Most of the family used to at least make an effort to attend, but not her and not Rhais. Why did it still bother Celine so much? She sighed as she considered the fact that she was bothered now because she was still bothered by something that had happened seven years ago. Perhaps she felt she shouldn’t be- that time perhaps would have healed the wound caused by the terror and the subsequent upheaval of the life she knew. But she was also bothered because every event, banquet, ceremony, or festival she missed could theoretically mean a missed opportunity to form connections that might benefit her in the long run. And after the first few times she'd missed the festival, she felt that those who did not understand why the festival honoring the fire god made her uncomfortable- which was most people- might be questioning why she never came to it.
She had been sitting in the house, but her thoughts had her feeling restless enough to pace the halls, as a way to burn energy more quickly. Going on a horseback ride, as she felt like doing, might require her to change her clothes before leaving, and she was feeling too impatient for that. Not wanting to disturb Rhais, Celine finally gave up and went to sit outside, hoping being in the sun would soothe her agitation.
It was almost time next year Maximus will join the Fifth Phalanx and continue the family tradition of being great warriors. Maximus was excited at the prospect of joining Colchis' long history of great warriors. The 17 year old had been training non-stop since he was six years old for this moment. Not many recruitys would say that they've had the knowledge of the Phalanx, military tactics and harsh training that Maximus had. He came from a family of warriors and they lived to serve Colchis.
There was a cold feeling in Maximus' heart as though he swallowed a bag full of cold water. There was always that lingering doubt within him that what if he fails or what if he loses it on the battlefield dishonoring his family? Those were questions that plagued him the closer he was at recruitment. “Don't focus on the future,” Maximus father would tell him. “Focus on the here and now where it belongs.”
Maximus breathed deeply mentally trying to repel the bad thoughts that were in his head. The doubts will do nothing but stymie him in a promising career as a soldier what matters now is the celebration of the Greek God he worshipped: Ares. He wasn't even halfway there and Maximus can already smell the Boar roasting by the Ares' priests. It was a shame that Maximus arrived too late, It would be lovely to witness the priests sacrifice the animal to the God of War.
Of course Maximus was walking through another celebration of a God: Hephaestus. A lot of singing and dancing was done in honor of him the God of smithing and crafstmenship. Though Maximus prefers Ares he understood the uses that Herphastus provides. The young man hurried to Ares so he can pray for his blessing. If anything, Maximus really needed it for what is to come.
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It was almost time next year Maximus will join the Fifth Phalanx and continue the family tradition of being great warriors. Maximus was excited at the prospect of joining Colchis' long history of great warriors. The 17 year old had been training non-stop since he was six years old for this moment. Not many recruitys would say that they've had the knowledge of the Phalanx, military tactics and harsh training that Maximus had. He came from a family of warriors and they lived to serve Colchis.
There was a cold feeling in Maximus' heart as though he swallowed a bag full of cold water. There was always that lingering doubt within him that what if he fails or what if he loses it on the battlefield dishonoring his family? Those were questions that plagued him the closer he was at recruitment. “Don't focus on the future,” Maximus father would tell him. “Focus on the here and now where it belongs.”
Maximus breathed deeply mentally trying to repel the bad thoughts that were in his head. The doubts will do nothing but stymie him in a promising career as a soldier what matters now is the celebration of the Greek God he worshipped: Ares. He wasn't even halfway there and Maximus can already smell the Boar roasting by the Ares' priests. It was a shame that Maximus arrived too late, It would be lovely to witness the priests sacrifice the animal to the God of War.
Of course Maximus was walking through another celebration of a God: Hephaestus. A lot of singing and dancing was done in honor of him the God of smithing and crafstmenship. Though Maximus prefers Ares he understood the uses that Herphastus provides. The young man hurried to Ares so he can pray for his blessing. If anything, Maximus really needed it for what is to come.
It was almost time next year Maximus will join the Fifth Phalanx and continue the family tradition of being great warriors. Maximus was excited at the prospect of joining Colchis' long history of great warriors. The 17 year old had been training non-stop since he was six years old for this moment. Not many recruitys would say that they've had the knowledge of the Phalanx, military tactics and harsh training that Maximus had. He came from a family of warriors and they lived to serve Colchis.
There was a cold feeling in Maximus' heart as though he swallowed a bag full of cold water. There was always that lingering doubt within him that what if he fails or what if he loses it on the battlefield dishonoring his family? Those were questions that plagued him the closer he was at recruitment. “Don't focus on the future,” Maximus father would tell him. “Focus on the here and now where it belongs.”
Maximus breathed deeply mentally trying to repel the bad thoughts that were in his head. The doubts will do nothing but stymie him in a promising career as a soldier what matters now is the celebration of the Greek God he worshipped: Ares. He wasn't even halfway there and Maximus can already smell the Boar roasting by the Ares' priests. It was a shame that Maximus arrived too late, It would be lovely to witness the priests sacrifice the animal to the God of War.
Of course Maximus was walking through another celebration of a God: Hephaestus. A lot of singing and dancing was done in honor of him the God of smithing and crafstmenship. Though Maximus prefers Ares he understood the uses that Herphastus provides. The young man hurried to Ares so he can pray for his blessing. If anything, Maximus really needed it for what is to come.
"Oh, forget it!" Despite the warm sun on her face and the breeze on her skin, Celine was much too antsy to spend her time sitting today. She had been on horseback rides without Rhais before, so she wasn't too worried (though she didn't like the thought of Rhais waking alone, but hopefully, she'd be back long before her sister awoke from her nap.) Rhais often slept on the day of the Hephaestus festival- perhaps trying to bury her own bad memories, but unlike Celine, Rhais had at least looked peaceful when her sister had last seen her. Sighing, Celine went back inside to change from her current dress into something more suitable for riding, and went to get her horse, whose name was Apostolos, or 'messenger', a beautiful chestnut stallion. When she said his name, the animal nickered and came near enough to press his nose into her hand, presumably wanting to be petted.
While she cringed inwardly if a person who touched her was a stranger, Celine loved any animal she ever came in contact with, strange or not. Animals didn't judge her like people too often seemed to.
"Yes, I missed you too, Apostolos," she cooed, giving the animal a gentle scratch. "Come on, let's go for a ride, hmmm?" An agreeable whinny followed this suggestion, and Celine laughed despite herself, though her hands still trembled with restless energy as she finally mounted and took the reins. "Let's go fast, Apostolos!" she said, grinning at the horse and urging him first into a trot, and then into a gallop.
Heading for a patch of land where it was mostly flat and good for riding (though she didn't mind the occasional hill, she didn't want the horse getting a stone in his hoof), Celine rode as fast as she felt her lungs would tolerate well today. She had just found a spot to stop for a rest and let Apostolos graze a little, even if there wasn't terribly much grass, when she noticed a familiar-looking figure not too far away.
"Maximus! I'm so glad to see you!" Her voice wobbled a bit despite her best effort to remain calm. On days like today, the memories of her past drained her, but she was doing her best not to cry. She gave him an awkward half-smile.
"How was the festival?" she asked. All her friends knew she hated this festival because of her fear of fire, but she was asking for his benefit as well as to determine if her own absence had been noticed in a negative sense.
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"Oh, forget it!" Despite the warm sun on her face and the breeze on her skin, Celine was much too antsy to spend her time sitting today. She had been on horseback rides without Rhais before, so she wasn't too worried (though she didn't like the thought of Rhais waking alone, but hopefully, she'd be back long before her sister awoke from her nap.) Rhais often slept on the day of the Hephaestus festival- perhaps trying to bury her own bad memories, but unlike Celine, Rhais had at least looked peaceful when her sister had last seen her. Sighing, Celine went back inside to change from her current dress into something more suitable for riding, and went to get her horse, whose name was Apostolos, or 'messenger', a beautiful chestnut stallion. When she said his name, the animal nickered and came near enough to press his nose into her hand, presumably wanting to be petted.
While she cringed inwardly if a person who touched her was a stranger, Celine loved any animal she ever came in contact with, strange or not. Animals didn't judge her like people too often seemed to.
"Yes, I missed you too, Apostolos," she cooed, giving the animal a gentle scratch. "Come on, let's go for a ride, hmmm?" An agreeable whinny followed this suggestion, and Celine laughed despite herself, though her hands still trembled with restless energy as she finally mounted and took the reins. "Let's go fast, Apostolos!" she said, grinning at the horse and urging him first into a trot, and then into a gallop.
Heading for a patch of land where it was mostly flat and good for riding (though she didn't mind the occasional hill, she didn't want the horse getting a stone in his hoof), Celine rode as fast as she felt her lungs would tolerate well today. She had just found a spot to stop for a rest and let Apostolos graze a little, even if there wasn't terribly much grass, when she noticed a familiar-looking figure not too far away.
"Maximus! I'm so glad to see you!" Her voice wobbled a bit despite her best effort to remain calm. On days like today, the memories of her past drained her, but she was doing her best not to cry. She gave him an awkward half-smile.
"How was the festival?" she asked. All her friends knew she hated this festival because of her fear of fire, but she was asking for his benefit as well as to determine if her own absence had been noticed in a negative sense.
"Oh, forget it!" Despite the warm sun on her face and the breeze on her skin, Celine was much too antsy to spend her time sitting today. She had been on horseback rides without Rhais before, so she wasn't too worried (though she didn't like the thought of Rhais waking alone, but hopefully, she'd be back long before her sister awoke from her nap.) Rhais often slept on the day of the Hephaestus festival- perhaps trying to bury her own bad memories, but unlike Celine, Rhais had at least looked peaceful when her sister had last seen her. Sighing, Celine went back inside to change from her current dress into something more suitable for riding, and went to get her horse, whose name was Apostolos, or 'messenger', a beautiful chestnut stallion. When she said his name, the animal nickered and came near enough to press his nose into her hand, presumably wanting to be petted.
While she cringed inwardly if a person who touched her was a stranger, Celine loved any animal she ever came in contact with, strange or not. Animals didn't judge her like people too often seemed to.
"Yes, I missed you too, Apostolos," she cooed, giving the animal a gentle scratch. "Come on, let's go for a ride, hmmm?" An agreeable whinny followed this suggestion, and Celine laughed despite herself, though her hands still trembled with restless energy as she finally mounted and took the reins. "Let's go fast, Apostolos!" she said, grinning at the horse and urging him first into a trot, and then into a gallop.
Heading for a patch of land where it was mostly flat and good for riding (though she didn't mind the occasional hill, she didn't want the horse getting a stone in his hoof), Celine rode as fast as she felt her lungs would tolerate well today. She had just found a spot to stop for a rest and let Apostolos graze a little, even if there wasn't terribly much grass, when she noticed a familiar-looking figure not too far away.
"Maximus! I'm so glad to see you!" Her voice wobbled a bit despite her best effort to remain calm. On days like today, the memories of her past drained her, but she was doing her best not to cry. She gave him an awkward half-smile.
"How was the festival?" she asked. All her friends knew she hated this festival because of her fear of fire, but she was asking for his benefit as well as to determine if her own absence had been noticed in a negative sense.