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It was a nice day to get out in the sun again. With the clear skies, a light breeze, and the sun shining bright; Kalliope soaked up the warmth of nature that surrounded her. The only bad thing was that she could not actually see it all in the sun's brilliance.
Walking towards the market, Kalliope could almost see it in her mind, wondering if everything was as she remembered it. The old lady's stall on the corner, filled will treats and snacks for travelers and passer-bys. The younger couple who sold clothes and fabrics by the large shaded tree. So many memories with her father in the market, sitting at the stall with her harp and singing a random song or painting a pretty portrait of something that caught her eye. So many memories.
Walking down the path, the sound of the gravel under her feet familiar, the people's chatter grew louder. Her guard reminded her that he was there, touching her elbow as he pulled her slightly to the side to avoid running into people. The closer they got though, his eyes were looking at everything else, potential threats and dangers; not looking where they were walking as Kalliope stepped further away.
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It was a nice day to get out in the sun again. With the clear skies, a light breeze, and the sun shining bright; Kalliope soaked up the warmth of nature that surrounded her. The only bad thing was that she could not actually see it all in the sun's brilliance.
Walking towards the market, Kalliope could almost see it in her mind, wondering if everything was as she remembered it. The old lady's stall on the corner, filled will treats and snacks for travelers and passer-bys. The younger couple who sold clothes and fabrics by the large shaded tree. So many memories with her father in the market, sitting at the stall with her harp and singing a random song or painting a pretty portrait of something that caught her eye. So many memories.
Walking down the path, the sound of the gravel under her feet familiar, the people's chatter grew louder. Her guard reminded her that he was there, touching her elbow as he pulled her slightly to the side to avoid running into people. The closer they got though, his eyes were looking at everything else, potential threats and dangers; not looking where they were walking as Kalliope stepped further away.
It was a nice day to get out in the sun again. With the clear skies, a light breeze, and the sun shining bright; Kalliope soaked up the warmth of nature that surrounded her. The only bad thing was that she could not actually see it all in the sun's brilliance.
Walking towards the market, Kalliope could almost see it in her mind, wondering if everything was as she remembered it. The old lady's stall on the corner, filled will treats and snacks for travelers and passer-bys. The younger couple who sold clothes and fabrics by the large shaded tree. So many memories with her father in the market, sitting at the stall with her harp and singing a random song or painting a pretty portrait of something that caught her eye. So many memories.
Walking down the path, the sound of the gravel under her feet familiar, the people's chatter grew louder. Her guard reminded her that he was there, touching her elbow as he pulled her slightly to the side to avoid running into people. The closer they got though, his eyes were looking at everything else, potential threats and dangers; not looking where they were walking as Kalliope stepped further away.
He did not like leaving the Queen’s side, as his duty was to her and her child. But there was a need to see to provision for himself, now that he was to travel with her to her home. While he had not been paid for his services during their time in Colchis, he’d saved up some money prior, which meant that he has some to at least see to a few new tunics. Coming from the blacksmith’s booth, an order for a new knife finished and tucked into his boot, Alastair’s was more relaxed than he had been in days.
There was nothing saying that he didn’t enjoy his work. The Queen and her child were easier to watch and protect without a known bounty on their heads. But it was a strange joy to be able to walk the market and enjoy the wares within it. It had been far too long since he’d been able to have time to himself, and he could see little reason not to make use of it. In her father’s house, his own guards could keep her safe while he ventured out for a bit.
The downside was always the walking. He’d never been able to afford a horse, or was able to really ride one properly. His injury would ache him quicker than he liked to admit and often caused him to cut most of his own days short. But, as luck would have it, he’d spent the morning soaking in the healing waters and was feeling better than he had in awhile.
He’d stopped to purchase a few pastries from one of the vendors, wishing that he’d been in the city long enough to make any sort of connection that might keep him here. But, as he had always been, his life was far more nomadic than he should have liked to admit. There was little for him anywhere. No reason to save the money he made because there was nothing to save for.
So instead, he spread it among those who needed it. Bought fruit and meats to take to the poor, spending so that vendors with families could eat. It wasn’t something he did because he felt better for doing it, but something he did because like everything in his life, he felt it was his duty.
Wearing nothing that would denote his status as the personal guard to Queen Olympia (for he still thought of her as the rightful queen), Alastair walked through the crowd with staff in hand, supporting his weight, his other arm carrying a basket filled with goods. The juggling of the two caused a misstep in his staff placement, which tapped the back of a woman’s leg. Correcting the position, he turned to her with his head bowed. “So sorry, miss.”
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He did not like leaving the Queen’s side, as his duty was to her and her child. But there was a need to see to provision for himself, now that he was to travel with her to her home. While he had not been paid for his services during their time in Colchis, he’d saved up some money prior, which meant that he has some to at least see to a few new tunics. Coming from the blacksmith’s booth, an order for a new knife finished and tucked into his boot, Alastair’s was more relaxed than he had been in days.
There was nothing saying that he didn’t enjoy his work. The Queen and her child were easier to watch and protect without a known bounty on their heads. But it was a strange joy to be able to walk the market and enjoy the wares within it. It had been far too long since he’d been able to have time to himself, and he could see little reason not to make use of it. In her father’s house, his own guards could keep her safe while he ventured out for a bit.
The downside was always the walking. He’d never been able to afford a horse, or was able to really ride one properly. His injury would ache him quicker than he liked to admit and often caused him to cut most of his own days short. But, as luck would have it, he’d spent the morning soaking in the healing waters and was feeling better than he had in awhile.
He’d stopped to purchase a few pastries from one of the vendors, wishing that he’d been in the city long enough to make any sort of connection that might keep him here. But, as he had always been, his life was far more nomadic than he should have liked to admit. There was little for him anywhere. No reason to save the money he made because there was nothing to save for.
So instead, he spread it among those who needed it. Bought fruit and meats to take to the poor, spending so that vendors with families could eat. It wasn’t something he did because he felt better for doing it, but something he did because like everything in his life, he felt it was his duty.
Wearing nothing that would denote his status as the personal guard to Queen Olympia (for he still thought of her as the rightful queen), Alastair walked through the crowd with staff in hand, supporting his weight, his other arm carrying a basket filled with goods. The juggling of the two caused a misstep in his staff placement, which tapped the back of a woman’s leg. Correcting the position, he turned to her with his head bowed. “So sorry, miss.”
He did not like leaving the Queen’s side, as his duty was to her and her child. But there was a need to see to provision for himself, now that he was to travel with her to her home. While he had not been paid for his services during their time in Colchis, he’d saved up some money prior, which meant that he has some to at least see to a few new tunics. Coming from the blacksmith’s booth, an order for a new knife finished and tucked into his boot, Alastair’s was more relaxed than he had been in days.
There was nothing saying that he didn’t enjoy his work. The Queen and her child were easier to watch and protect without a known bounty on their heads. But it was a strange joy to be able to walk the market and enjoy the wares within it. It had been far too long since he’d been able to have time to himself, and he could see little reason not to make use of it. In her father’s house, his own guards could keep her safe while he ventured out for a bit.
The downside was always the walking. He’d never been able to afford a horse, or was able to really ride one properly. His injury would ache him quicker than he liked to admit and often caused him to cut most of his own days short. But, as luck would have it, he’d spent the morning soaking in the healing waters and was feeling better than he had in awhile.
He’d stopped to purchase a few pastries from one of the vendors, wishing that he’d been in the city long enough to make any sort of connection that might keep him here. But, as he had always been, his life was far more nomadic than he should have liked to admit. There was little for him anywhere. No reason to save the money he made because there was nothing to save for.
So instead, he spread it among those who needed it. Bought fruit and meats to take to the poor, spending so that vendors with families could eat. It wasn’t something he did because he felt better for doing it, but something he did because like everything in his life, he felt it was his duty.
Wearing nothing that would denote his status as the personal guard to Queen Olympia (for he still thought of her as the rightful queen), Alastair walked through the crowd with staff in hand, supporting his weight, his other arm carrying a basket filled with goods. The juggling of the two caused a misstep in his staff placement, which tapped the back of a woman’s leg. Correcting the position, he turned to her with his head bowed. “So sorry, miss.”
Kalliope was enjoying the open air and the bustling sounds of the market, her other senses overflowing with informations and sensations that made her smile. The smell of baked goods and treats at the food stalls and the sounds of laughter mixed with the occationally yelling from haggling buyers, filled her immediate senses. Her guard, Georgios pulling her attention when he tugs her arm to get her out of any paths of harm.
They were both focused on the path ahead of them, manuvering around animals and people as sounds became louder. Georgios didn't even bother talking with her at the moment, knowing there was a chance that she could not hear him because of all the bustle of people. The scream of a horse kicked into a sudden gallop to race down the road, broke the laughter and chatter for a moment.
It was that moment that something hit Kalliope's leg from behind, making her knee bend on its own accord and making her trip. The only thing that saved her was Georgios catching her by her arm while his other hand went to his sword, with all the loud noises around them, Kalliope missed the sound of recognition coming from her guard. His hand imediately dropping from his sword hilt, 'Sir Alastair! I almost did not know it was you.'
Kalliope missed the apology, becoming righted on her feet as she turned to where the pull came from with an apology on her lips instantly. "I am so sorry, I was dawdling. I just missed the sounds of the market and the people!" Was she talking to herself now? Or was it Georgios who accidentally bumped into her? It was so loud to Kalliope's sensitive ears, "I do not know if you can hear me, it is very loud here." Her clouded eyes were wide as she tried to face whoever she was speaking too, offering a small smile.
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Kalliope was enjoying the open air and the bustling sounds of the market, her other senses overflowing with informations and sensations that made her smile. The smell of baked goods and treats at the food stalls and the sounds of laughter mixed with the occationally yelling from haggling buyers, filled her immediate senses. Her guard, Georgios pulling her attention when he tugs her arm to get her out of any paths of harm.
They were both focused on the path ahead of them, manuvering around animals and people as sounds became louder. Georgios didn't even bother talking with her at the moment, knowing there was a chance that she could not hear him because of all the bustle of people. The scream of a horse kicked into a sudden gallop to race down the road, broke the laughter and chatter for a moment.
It was that moment that something hit Kalliope's leg from behind, making her knee bend on its own accord and making her trip. The only thing that saved her was Georgios catching her by her arm while his other hand went to his sword, with all the loud noises around them, Kalliope missed the sound of recognition coming from her guard. His hand imediately dropping from his sword hilt, 'Sir Alastair! I almost did not know it was you.'
Kalliope missed the apology, becoming righted on her feet as she turned to where the pull came from with an apology on her lips instantly. "I am so sorry, I was dawdling. I just missed the sounds of the market and the people!" Was she talking to herself now? Or was it Georgios who accidentally bumped into her? It was so loud to Kalliope's sensitive ears, "I do not know if you can hear me, it is very loud here." Her clouded eyes were wide as she tried to face whoever she was speaking too, offering a small smile.
Kalliope was enjoying the open air and the bustling sounds of the market, her other senses overflowing with informations and sensations that made her smile. The smell of baked goods and treats at the food stalls and the sounds of laughter mixed with the occationally yelling from haggling buyers, filled her immediate senses. Her guard, Georgios pulling her attention when he tugs her arm to get her out of any paths of harm.
They were both focused on the path ahead of them, manuvering around animals and people as sounds became louder. Georgios didn't even bother talking with her at the moment, knowing there was a chance that she could not hear him because of all the bustle of people. The scream of a horse kicked into a sudden gallop to race down the road, broke the laughter and chatter for a moment.
It was that moment that something hit Kalliope's leg from behind, making her knee bend on its own accord and making her trip. The only thing that saved her was Georgios catching her by her arm while his other hand went to his sword, with all the loud noises around them, Kalliope missed the sound of recognition coming from her guard. His hand imediately dropping from his sword hilt, 'Sir Alastair! I almost did not know it was you.'
Kalliope missed the apology, becoming righted on her feet as she turned to where the pull came from with an apology on her lips instantly. "I am so sorry, I was dawdling. I just missed the sounds of the market and the people!" Was she talking to herself now? Or was it Georgios who accidentally bumped into her? It was so loud to Kalliope's sensitive ears, "I do not know if you can hear me, it is very loud here." Her clouded eyes were wide as she tried to face whoever she was speaking too, offering a small smile.
He tried not to openly stare at the woman in front of him, worried about causing her insult. She was a pretty girl with striking hair and even more alluring eyes. He didn’t know what to make of them. And the way that she didn’t look him directly in the eyes meant that she most likely had an issue with them. He couldn’t tell for sure, and didn’t want the guard who was with her to make a bigger deal about it than it was.
The guard called him by name, though titled him higher than he deserved. He simply nodded in acknowledgement of him, feeling bad that he was having a hard time placing the man. Having never spent time in the guard here, there were plenty of militant men that he could not place. But with his position at the hand of the Queen, it was not surprising that he was known. Plus, not many men his age leaned on a staff as heavily as he did.
If she was blind, as he expected, then she would most likely prefer some sort of contact to allow her to place him in front of her. Stepping closer, he reached out to her forearm, gently giving her a point of reference to work with. “Not at all, M’lady. I should have been paying attention.” He said, not quite sure what to make of her.
Being closer, he could see the slight fog in her sight, which made his assumption correct. “I do not often wander the markets alone.” He didn’t find the volume overly bothersome-- did she have an issue with that as well? Hadn’t he heard that oracles were often like this-- clouded, sensitive and beautiful? He couldn't say he was certain, but he made a point to keep on his guard a bit, to be careful with what she said. “I hope I did not cause any injury to you.”
Looking to her guard, he wondered if he should have pulled her to a quieter place that she might hear him better?
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He tried not to openly stare at the woman in front of him, worried about causing her insult. She was a pretty girl with striking hair and even more alluring eyes. He didn’t know what to make of them. And the way that she didn’t look him directly in the eyes meant that she most likely had an issue with them. He couldn’t tell for sure, and didn’t want the guard who was with her to make a bigger deal about it than it was.
The guard called him by name, though titled him higher than he deserved. He simply nodded in acknowledgement of him, feeling bad that he was having a hard time placing the man. Having never spent time in the guard here, there were plenty of militant men that he could not place. But with his position at the hand of the Queen, it was not surprising that he was known. Plus, not many men his age leaned on a staff as heavily as he did.
If she was blind, as he expected, then she would most likely prefer some sort of contact to allow her to place him in front of her. Stepping closer, he reached out to her forearm, gently giving her a point of reference to work with. “Not at all, M’lady. I should have been paying attention.” He said, not quite sure what to make of her.
Being closer, he could see the slight fog in her sight, which made his assumption correct. “I do not often wander the markets alone.” He didn’t find the volume overly bothersome-- did she have an issue with that as well? Hadn’t he heard that oracles were often like this-- clouded, sensitive and beautiful? He couldn't say he was certain, but he made a point to keep on his guard a bit, to be careful with what she said. “I hope I did not cause any injury to you.”
Looking to her guard, he wondered if he should have pulled her to a quieter place that she might hear him better?
He tried not to openly stare at the woman in front of him, worried about causing her insult. She was a pretty girl with striking hair and even more alluring eyes. He didn’t know what to make of them. And the way that she didn’t look him directly in the eyes meant that she most likely had an issue with them. He couldn’t tell for sure, and didn’t want the guard who was with her to make a bigger deal about it than it was.
The guard called him by name, though titled him higher than he deserved. He simply nodded in acknowledgement of him, feeling bad that he was having a hard time placing the man. Having never spent time in the guard here, there were plenty of militant men that he could not place. But with his position at the hand of the Queen, it was not surprising that he was known. Plus, not many men his age leaned on a staff as heavily as he did.
If she was blind, as he expected, then she would most likely prefer some sort of contact to allow her to place him in front of her. Stepping closer, he reached out to her forearm, gently giving her a point of reference to work with. “Not at all, M’lady. I should have been paying attention.” He said, not quite sure what to make of her.
Being closer, he could see the slight fog in her sight, which made his assumption correct. “I do not often wander the markets alone.” He didn’t find the volume overly bothersome-- did she have an issue with that as well? Hadn’t he heard that oracles were often like this-- clouded, sensitive and beautiful? He couldn't say he was certain, but he made a point to keep on his guard a bit, to be careful with what she said. “I hope I did not cause any injury to you.”
Looking to her guard, he wondered if he should have pulled her to a quieter place that she might hear him better?