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Euterpe never spent much time outside of the temple, and to be outside of it now almost felt like she was in a foreign land. The marketplace bustled with activity, a veritable sea of people that threatened to drown her in its waves. Deeply uncomfortable with the crowd and her unfamiliar surroundings, the priestess kept to the edges as much as she could, worried she’d never be able to find her way back out. Why, oh why, had she decided to come today? Was it always like this? Or was there some special occasion she wasn’t aware of? Whatever it was, there was little choice in her coming; this wasn’t an errand she could simply send an acolyte to do. How could she trust them to know what to look for?
Hopelessly out of her depth, the courtesan wandered from stall to stall in search of an apothecary or a produce stand that might have she was looking for. So far, she wasn’t having much luck, and the priestess was beginning to despair. Sideritis was not that uncommon of an herb, and it was deeply valued for its healing properties. Why was it so dreadfully hard to find today? Her own stores were dwindling, and her last plant had failed to flower. If she didn’t find some soon, she would have to improvise, and Euterpe’s improvising didn’t always… end well.
Finally, she found another stand that looked promising, stepping up to greet the vendor with a nervous smile. “Good afternoon, friend. I’m hoping you can help me. Do you have any sideritis for sale? Or perhaps some seeds? Every single cart I’ve stopped at was either out of it or never had it to begin with. Please, for the love of the gods, tell me you have some.” Her voice was pleading by the end, frustrated with her lack of success. This was meant only to be a quick trip to the agora, and yet here she was, literal hours later, still with nothing to show for it.
The merchant seemed to sense her distress, his face softening at her desperation. Why she was so distraught, he couldn’t tell, but he seemed eager to ease it. A pretty face seemed to have that effect. “Now, now, my lady, put yourself at ease. I don’t have much left, but it’s here.” Plucking a bundle of dried herbs from where it hung above his head, he offered it to the crimson-haired priestess with his own smile. “Two owls, and it’s yours.”
Euterpe’s face lit with gratitude as she dug the coins from her purse, quick to shove them into the vendor’s hand. Chuckling, he handed over the bundle of herbs, which the priestess took with a sigh of relief. “Thank you, thank you so much,” she gushed, holding them to her chest. “Bless you.”
“And you, my lady. Take a few deep breaths. It will all get better.” Smiling, the man bid her farewell, and she turned back to the crowd.
A few steps away from the stand, she stopped with a confused look on her face. Had the marketplace been this big the whole time? How had she gotten so far into it? And how was she supposed to find her way out?
“Um… I think I came from this way?” she muttered, turning in a direction that she most certainly did not come from. Euterpe didn’t make it very far before a loose stone in the path caught in her sandal and caused her to lose her balance. Calling out in surprise, she tumbled to her knees—a loud hiss leaving her lips as they struck the cold stone beneath.
“Today is just not my day, is it?” she muttered, wincing as she examined the blood flowing from a sliced knee. Sighing heavily, she made to climb back to her feet, only to find a woman about to trip right over her!
“Watch out!” she cried, holding her hands up before the woman could tumble right into her lap.
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Euterpe never spent much time outside of the temple, and to be outside of it now almost felt like she was in a foreign land. The marketplace bustled with activity, a veritable sea of people that threatened to drown her in its waves. Deeply uncomfortable with the crowd and her unfamiliar surroundings, the priestess kept to the edges as much as she could, worried she’d never be able to find her way back out. Why, oh why, had she decided to come today? Was it always like this? Or was there some special occasion she wasn’t aware of? Whatever it was, there was little choice in her coming; this wasn’t an errand she could simply send an acolyte to do. How could she trust them to know what to look for?
Hopelessly out of her depth, the courtesan wandered from stall to stall in search of an apothecary or a produce stand that might have she was looking for. So far, she wasn’t having much luck, and the priestess was beginning to despair. Sideritis was not that uncommon of an herb, and it was deeply valued for its healing properties. Why was it so dreadfully hard to find today? Her own stores were dwindling, and her last plant had failed to flower. If she didn’t find some soon, she would have to improvise, and Euterpe’s improvising didn’t always… end well.
Finally, she found another stand that looked promising, stepping up to greet the vendor with a nervous smile. “Good afternoon, friend. I’m hoping you can help me. Do you have any sideritis for sale? Or perhaps some seeds? Every single cart I’ve stopped at was either out of it or never had it to begin with. Please, for the love of the gods, tell me you have some.” Her voice was pleading by the end, frustrated with her lack of success. This was meant only to be a quick trip to the agora, and yet here she was, literal hours later, still with nothing to show for it.
The merchant seemed to sense her distress, his face softening at her desperation. Why she was so distraught, he couldn’t tell, but he seemed eager to ease it. A pretty face seemed to have that effect. “Now, now, my lady, put yourself at ease. I don’t have much left, but it’s here.” Plucking a bundle of dried herbs from where it hung above his head, he offered it to the crimson-haired priestess with his own smile. “Two owls, and it’s yours.”
Euterpe’s face lit with gratitude as she dug the coins from her purse, quick to shove them into the vendor’s hand. Chuckling, he handed over the bundle of herbs, which the priestess took with a sigh of relief. “Thank you, thank you so much,” she gushed, holding them to her chest. “Bless you.”
“And you, my lady. Take a few deep breaths. It will all get better.” Smiling, the man bid her farewell, and she turned back to the crowd.
A few steps away from the stand, she stopped with a confused look on her face. Had the marketplace been this big the whole time? How had she gotten so far into it? And how was she supposed to find her way out?
“Um… I think I came from this way?” she muttered, turning in a direction that she most certainly did not come from. Euterpe didn’t make it very far before a loose stone in the path caught in her sandal and caused her to lose her balance. Calling out in surprise, she tumbled to her knees—a loud hiss leaving her lips as they struck the cold stone beneath.
“Today is just not my day, is it?” she muttered, wincing as she examined the blood flowing from a sliced knee. Sighing heavily, she made to climb back to her feet, only to find a woman about to trip right over her!
“Watch out!” she cried, holding her hands up before the woman could tumble right into her lap.
Euterpe never spent much time outside of the temple, and to be outside of it now almost felt like she was in a foreign land. The marketplace bustled with activity, a veritable sea of people that threatened to drown her in its waves. Deeply uncomfortable with the crowd and her unfamiliar surroundings, the priestess kept to the edges as much as she could, worried she’d never be able to find her way back out. Why, oh why, had she decided to come today? Was it always like this? Or was there some special occasion she wasn’t aware of? Whatever it was, there was little choice in her coming; this wasn’t an errand she could simply send an acolyte to do. How could she trust them to know what to look for?
Hopelessly out of her depth, the courtesan wandered from stall to stall in search of an apothecary or a produce stand that might have she was looking for. So far, she wasn’t having much luck, and the priestess was beginning to despair. Sideritis was not that uncommon of an herb, and it was deeply valued for its healing properties. Why was it so dreadfully hard to find today? Her own stores were dwindling, and her last plant had failed to flower. If she didn’t find some soon, she would have to improvise, and Euterpe’s improvising didn’t always… end well.
Finally, she found another stand that looked promising, stepping up to greet the vendor with a nervous smile. “Good afternoon, friend. I’m hoping you can help me. Do you have any sideritis for sale? Or perhaps some seeds? Every single cart I’ve stopped at was either out of it or never had it to begin with. Please, for the love of the gods, tell me you have some.” Her voice was pleading by the end, frustrated with her lack of success. This was meant only to be a quick trip to the agora, and yet here she was, literal hours later, still with nothing to show for it.
The merchant seemed to sense her distress, his face softening at her desperation. Why she was so distraught, he couldn’t tell, but he seemed eager to ease it. A pretty face seemed to have that effect. “Now, now, my lady, put yourself at ease. I don’t have much left, but it’s here.” Plucking a bundle of dried herbs from where it hung above his head, he offered it to the crimson-haired priestess with his own smile. “Two owls, and it’s yours.”
Euterpe’s face lit with gratitude as she dug the coins from her purse, quick to shove them into the vendor’s hand. Chuckling, he handed over the bundle of herbs, which the priestess took with a sigh of relief. “Thank you, thank you so much,” she gushed, holding them to her chest. “Bless you.”
“And you, my lady. Take a few deep breaths. It will all get better.” Smiling, the man bid her farewell, and she turned back to the crowd.
A few steps away from the stand, she stopped with a confused look on her face. Had the marketplace been this big the whole time? How had she gotten so far into it? And how was she supposed to find her way out?
“Um… I think I came from this way?” she muttered, turning in a direction that she most certainly did not come from. Euterpe didn’t make it very far before a loose stone in the path caught in her sandal and caused her to lose her balance. Calling out in surprise, she tumbled to her knees—a loud hiss leaving her lips as they struck the cold stone beneath.
“Today is just not my day, is it?” she muttered, wincing as she examined the blood flowing from a sliced knee. Sighing heavily, she made to climb back to her feet, only to find a woman about to trip right over her!
“Watch out!” she cried, holding her hands up before the woman could tumble right into her lap.
Skylla tucked the snake venom she had just purchased from one of the shadier vendors into recesses of her pack. It was an easy way to hide it, and she didn't need much of it at all. In short, she was experimenting with the substance, wondering to herself what the venom could be used for other than poisons. Then again, poisons had certainly become an interest since she had finished her apprenticeship and journeyman with Lysander. And now that she was a master physician herself, it was easier to pull the wool over his eyes. He didn't seem to care what she did on her own time, what she researched, or anything that truly prodded her sense of curiosity.
Today, it was snake venom. Tomorrow, it could be the properties of olive oil for both food and sexual purposes. With the freedom to think of things other than her next patient, learning coptic, and whatever trial and tribulation that Lysander threw her way, Skylla found herself much more willing and ready to explore her thoughts. She had more time to frequent the market, sometimes to people watch, sometimes to see if she could spot familiar faces in the crowds. Part of her, admittedly, hoped she would find Lukos milling among the market stalls. Would she sleep with him if given the chance? Absolutely. Was that the point of it all? No.
She had something to prove now. She had that assertion that she was a physician and that she wasn't stupid and that she wasn't just an island brat with no future ahead of her. Honestly, if Skylla had stayed on that island with no outlet, she was sure that Lukos would have returned to their home to find a butchered village and a childhood friend that had long offed herself out of cowardice. He couldn't torment her further if she was dead, right? Not that she was afraid of going to meet Hades. Some days, the very thought made her giddy, though she was in no true rush.
And to be fair, the physician did give Apollo the love and reverence he deserved. It was stupid not to, especially when you were a healer. And now that she had thought about it, Skylla noted to herself that it was once more time to give her offerings to Apollo for his continued presence and hand at her shoulder, guiding her forward instead of backward. So her dark gaze suddenly set to scanning the market stalls once more, her venom forgotten for the moment as she trailed through the market.
Wealthier than she had ever been just for the fact that a healing trade had a tendency to be lucrative if you were skilled enough, the Colchian woman wore a chiton of fine, forest green frabric with silver fibulae and a more woolen grey himation to drive away the very early spring chill that came with the colder Colchian weather.
The flash of fire red in her side vision as a young woman seemed to trip and fall, however, pulled Skylla's attention even further from the market stalls. For a moment, she really wanted to laugh, but she had an image to maintain. Skylla herself had grown more visible in Midas, one of a handful of Physicians available for the entirety of the city. So she swallowed the urge and put a mask of concern on her features, starting forward until she noticed that another market patron was heading right for the pretty redhead.
Her own steps picked up, swifter and quicker than before. Right before the other woman could bowl over the young woman on the ground, Skylla pushed her hand into her shoulder, nudging her a little roughly to the side. "Watch it," she snapped, her expression that of an irritated good samaratin rather than the outright bitch she actually was. When the woman seemed like she was going to protest, Skylla sneered at her silently, which only made the woman sniff and walk around the two of them, annoyed that her own inattentiveness had been called out in public.
With the woman gone, Skylla dropped her gaze to the young priestess and offered her hand to the woman. "Here," she said calmly, "I'm a physician. Lets take a look at that knee, shall we?"
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Skylla tucked the snake venom she had just purchased from one of the shadier vendors into recesses of her pack. It was an easy way to hide it, and she didn't need much of it at all. In short, she was experimenting with the substance, wondering to herself what the venom could be used for other than poisons. Then again, poisons had certainly become an interest since she had finished her apprenticeship and journeyman with Lysander. And now that she was a master physician herself, it was easier to pull the wool over his eyes. He didn't seem to care what she did on her own time, what she researched, or anything that truly prodded her sense of curiosity.
Today, it was snake venom. Tomorrow, it could be the properties of olive oil for both food and sexual purposes. With the freedom to think of things other than her next patient, learning coptic, and whatever trial and tribulation that Lysander threw her way, Skylla found herself much more willing and ready to explore her thoughts. She had more time to frequent the market, sometimes to people watch, sometimes to see if she could spot familiar faces in the crowds. Part of her, admittedly, hoped she would find Lukos milling among the market stalls. Would she sleep with him if given the chance? Absolutely. Was that the point of it all? No.
She had something to prove now. She had that assertion that she was a physician and that she wasn't stupid and that she wasn't just an island brat with no future ahead of her. Honestly, if Skylla had stayed on that island with no outlet, she was sure that Lukos would have returned to their home to find a butchered village and a childhood friend that had long offed herself out of cowardice. He couldn't torment her further if she was dead, right? Not that she was afraid of going to meet Hades. Some days, the very thought made her giddy, though she was in no true rush.
And to be fair, the physician did give Apollo the love and reverence he deserved. It was stupid not to, especially when you were a healer. And now that she had thought about it, Skylla noted to herself that it was once more time to give her offerings to Apollo for his continued presence and hand at her shoulder, guiding her forward instead of backward. So her dark gaze suddenly set to scanning the market stalls once more, her venom forgotten for the moment as she trailed through the market.
Wealthier than she had ever been just for the fact that a healing trade had a tendency to be lucrative if you were skilled enough, the Colchian woman wore a chiton of fine, forest green frabric with silver fibulae and a more woolen grey himation to drive away the very early spring chill that came with the colder Colchian weather.
The flash of fire red in her side vision as a young woman seemed to trip and fall, however, pulled Skylla's attention even further from the market stalls. For a moment, she really wanted to laugh, but she had an image to maintain. Skylla herself had grown more visible in Midas, one of a handful of Physicians available for the entirety of the city. So she swallowed the urge and put a mask of concern on her features, starting forward until she noticed that another market patron was heading right for the pretty redhead.
Her own steps picked up, swifter and quicker than before. Right before the other woman could bowl over the young woman on the ground, Skylla pushed her hand into her shoulder, nudging her a little roughly to the side. "Watch it," she snapped, her expression that of an irritated good samaratin rather than the outright bitch she actually was. When the woman seemed like she was going to protest, Skylla sneered at her silently, which only made the woman sniff and walk around the two of them, annoyed that her own inattentiveness had been called out in public.
With the woman gone, Skylla dropped her gaze to the young priestess and offered her hand to the woman. "Here," she said calmly, "I'm a physician. Lets take a look at that knee, shall we?"
Skylla tucked the snake venom she had just purchased from one of the shadier vendors into recesses of her pack. It was an easy way to hide it, and she didn't need much of it at all. In short, she was experimenting with the substance, wondering to herself what the venom could be used for other than poisons. Then again, poisons had certainly become an interest since she had finished her apprenticeship and journeyman with Lysander. And now that she was a master physician herself, it was easier to pull the wool over his eyes. He didn't seem to care what she did on her own time, what she researched, or anything that truly prodded her sense of curiosity.
Today, it was snake venom. Tomorrow, it could be the properties of olive oil for both food and sexual purposes. With the freedom to think of things other than her next patient, learning coptic, and whatever trial and tribulation that Lysander threw her way, Skylla found herself much more willing and ready to explore her thoughts. She had more time to frequent the market, sometimes to people watch, sometimes to see if she could spot familiar faces in the crowds. Part of her, admittedly, hoped she would find Lukos milling among the market stalls. Would she sleep with him if given the chance? Absolutely. Was that the point of it all? No.
She had something to prove now. She had that assertion that she was a physician and that she wasn't stupid and that she wasn't just an island brat with no future ahead of her. Honestly, if Skylla had stayed on that island with no outlet, she was sure that Lukos would have returned to their home to find a butchered village and a childhood friend that had long offed herself out of cowardice. He couldn't torment her further if she was dead, right? Not that she was afraid of going to meet Hades. Some days, the very thought made her giddy, though she was in no true rush.
And to be fair, the physician did give Apollo the love and reverence he deserved. It was stupid not to, especially when you were a healer. And now that she had thought about it, Skylla noted to herself that it was once more time to give her offerings to Apollo for his continued presence and hand at her shoulder, guiding her forward instead of backward. So her dark gaze suddenly set to scanning the market stalls once more, her venom forgotten for the moment as she trailed through the market.
Wealthier than she had ever been just for the fact that a healing trade had a tendency to be lucrative if you were skilled enough, the Colchian woman wore a chiton of fine, forest green frabric with silver fibulae and a more woolen grey himation to drive away the very early spring chill that came with the colder Colchian weather.
The flash of fire red in her side vision as a young woman seemed to trip and fall, however, pulled Skylla's attention even further from the market stalls. For a moment, she really wanted to laugh, but she had an image to maintain. Skylla herself had grown more visible in Midas, one of a handful of Physicians available for the entirety of the city. So she swallowed the urge and put a mask of concern on her features, starting forward until she noticed that another market patron was heading right for the pretty redhead.
Her own steps picked up, swifter and quicker than before. Right before the other woman could bowl over the young woman on the ground, Skylla pushed her hand into her shoulder, nudging her a little roughly to the side. "Watch it," she snapped, her expression that of an irritated good samaratin rather than the outright bitch she actually was. When the woman seemed like she was going to protest, Skylla sneered at her silently, which only made the woman sniff and walk around the two of them, annoyed that her own inattentiveness had been called out in public.
With the woman gone, Skylla dropped her gaze to the young priestess and offered her hand to the woman. "Here," she said calmly, "I'm a physician. Lets take a look at that knee, shall we?"
Euterpe braced for an impact that never came, raising her arms to protect her head when the woman was inevitably bound to collide with her. After a moment, she looked up and blinked at the sound of another voice. Dropping her arms when she realized the newcomer was redirecting the oblivious woman’s path, she released a deep sigh of relief. As frustrating as this day had been, at least she didn’t have one more grievance to add on top of it.
“Thank you,” she told the stranger, taking her offered hand and hoisting herself up. “Some people really lack self-awareness, you know?”
The priestess was hardly one to speak, often caught up in her own daydreams and turned off to reality. However, she didn’t typically trip over whole other human beings in the marketplace, so perhaps she had one up on the annoyed woman casting a baleful look over her shoulder. Offering an innocent smile and a shrug in return, Euterpe dismissed her from her notice before turning to the one who rescued her.
It took her a moment to collect herself before she really looked at the woman who had helped her, and once she did, her whole face softened. Gods, but she was a lovely creature, beautifully carved features combined with a dusky skin tone that hinted at more exotic origins. “Thank you,” she said again, her voice a little huskier this time as she tried not to stare too hard at the woman’s face. But Euterpe was what she was, and that was a priestess of the goddess of love and beauty. She was hard put to ignore such allure when she saw it.
Belatedly realizing the woman had offered further help, the courtesan rapidly blinked her dilated eyes to look back down at the slice on her knee. “Oh, I’m sure it’s fine,” she shrugged off the injury. It was one she could treat herself, obviously, especially now that she finally had the herb she came looking for. On second thought, however, she reconsidered. Why should she pass up the opportunity to spend a little more time in this beautiful woman’s presence, even if she could take care of it on her own?
“But if you’d like to take a look, I won’t stop you,” she added quickly, a smile upturning her curved lips and dimpling her cheek. Pushing scarlet curls from her face, she laughed a little self-consciously. “Nothing worse than I’ve had before. You would think a priestess would have more grace, but put a jagged stone on a smooth floor, and I’ll be the first victim of its ire.”
Looking around the crowded milling of the market, she made a face. “Perhaps we ought to get out of this crush of people, though. I don’t really fancy anyone else tripping over me today.”
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Euterpe braced for an impact that never came, raising her arms to protect her head when the woman was inevitably bound to collide with her. After a moment, she looked up and blinked at the sound of another voice. Dropping her arms when she realized the newcomer was redirecting the oblivious woman’s path, she released a deep sigh of relief. As frustrating as this day had been, at least she didn’t have one more grievance to add on top of it.
“Thank you,” she told the stranger, taking her offered hand and hoisting herself up. “Some people really lack self-awareness, you know?”
The priestess was hardly one to speak, often caught up in her own daydreams and turned off to reality. However, she didn’t typically trip over whole other human beings in the marketplace, so perhaps she had one up on the annoyed woman casting a baleful look over her shoulder. Offering an innocent smile and a shrug in return, Euterpe dismissed her from her notice before turning to the one who rescued her.
It took her a moment to collect herself before she really looked at the woman who had helped her, and once she did, her whole face softened. Gods, but she was a lovely creature, beautifully carved features combined with a dusky skin tone that hinted at more exotic origins. “Thank you,” she said again, her voice a little huskier this time as she tried not to stare too hard at the woman’s face. But Euterpe was what she was, and that was a priestess of the goddess of love and beauty. She was hard put to ignore such allure when she saw it.
Belatedly realizing the woman had offered further help, the courtesan rapidly blinked her dilated eyes to look back down at the slice on her knee. “Oh, I’m sure it’s fine,” she shrugged off the injury. It was one she could treat herself, obviously, especially now that she finally had the herb she came looking for. On second thought, however, she reconsidered. Why should she pass up the opportunity to spend a little more time in this beautiful woman’s presence, even if she could take care of it on her own?
“But if you’d like to take a look, I won’t stop you,” she added quickly, a smile upturning her curved lips and dimpling her cheek. Pushing scarlet curls from her face, she laughed a little self-consciously. “Nothing worse than I’ve had before. You would think a priestess would have more grace, but put a jagged stone on a smooth floor, and I’ll be the first victim of its ire.”
Looking around the crowded milling of the market, she made a face. “Perhaps we ought to get out of this crush of people, though. I don’t really fancy anyone else tripping over me today.”
Euterpe braced for an impact that never came, raising her arms to protect her head when the woman was inevitably bound to collide with her. After a moment, she looked up and blinked at the sound of another voice. Dropping her arms when she realized the newcomer was redirecting the oblivious woman’s path, she released a deep sigh of relief. As frustrating as this day had been, at least she didn’t have one more grievance to add on top of it.
“Thank you,” she told the stranger, taking her offered hand and hoisting herself up. “Some people really lack self-awareness, you know?”
The priestess was hardly one to speak, often caught up in her own daydreams and turned off to reality. However, she didn’t typically trip over whole other human beings in the marketplace, so perhaps she had one up on the annoyed woman casting a baleful look over her shoulder. Offering an innocent smile and a shrug in return, Euterpe dismissed her from her notice before turning to the one who rescued her.
It took her a moment to collect herself before she really looked at the woman who had helped her, and once she did, her whole face softened. Gods, but she was a lovely creature, beautifully carved features combined with a dusky skin tone that hinted at more exotic origins. “Thank you,” she said again, her voice a little huskier this time as she tried not to stare too hard at the woman’s face. But Euterpe was what she was, and that was a priestess of the goddess of love and beauty. She was hard put to ignore such allure when she saw it.
Belatedly realizing the woman had offered further help, the courtesan rapidly blinked her dilated eyes to look back down at the slice on her knee. “Oh, I’m sure it’s fine,” she shrugged off the injury. It was one she could treat herself, obviously, especially now that she finally had the herb she came looking for. On second thought, however, she reconsidered. Why should she pass up the opportunity to spend a little more time in this beautiful woman’s presence, even if she could take care of it on her own?
“But if you’d like to take a look, I won’t stop you,” she added quickly, a smile upturning her curved lips and dimpling her cheek. Pushing scarlet curls from her face, she laughed a little self-consciously. “Nothing worse than I’ve had before. You would think a priestess would have more grace, but put a jagged stone on a smooth floor, and I’ll be the first victim of its ire.”
Looking around the crowded milling of the market, she made a face. “Perhaps we ought to get out of this crush of people, though. I don’t really fancy anyone else tripping over me today.”
Skylla's hand warmed with Euterpe's fingers against her own, and the physician reminded herself that the woman was injured. Right here and now was not the moment to be in awe of another woman's beauty, as she often found herself when she came into contact with such exquisite creatures. Truthfully, Skylla still couldn't help herself, letting her gaze trail slowly down the priestess' form, taking in the sweet curve of her hips, the delicate line of her torso that faded into the mouthwatering curve of her breasts. This woman was rapture in the form of a warm body and her mind drifted for just a few seconds before she blinked the thoughts back and worked on pulling the woman to her feet.
"If I didn't know any better, I would say that you lack somewhat of the same self-awareness," Skylla teased lightly, finding no reason to be as bitingly mean as she had been to the rueful woman who had nearly thrown the priestess about further. Had she, Skylla was sure that there would be a few more wounds that she would need to look over. Maybe it was a bit of a shame, but this one wound alone would leave her with plenty of time to let her gaze wander and her mind to follow suit.
It was the scarlet of Euterpe's curls that had Skylla's heart racing the hardest. And not because she was afraid, but because she momentarily wondered what it would be like to press her fingers through a substance that appeared so silky that it may as well have been water. For a moment, Skylla was a little crestfallen that Euterpe had initially rejected her offer of help. Then she took it back and the woman couldn't help but feel her spirits brighten. It was such a silly thing to feel. Skylla was able to heal all kinds of wounds, day in and day out. But none of them appeared the way that this pretty priestess did.
"You're a priestess?" she asked, about to sink down the moment that she had been given permission to look at the bleeding leg. She had to stop herself, though, because the other woman asked to go somewhere else far more private. That was something that Skylla could absolutely do. However, she was not entirely sure whether Skylla should had been escorting Euterpe back to her temple or to Skylla's own quarters. She opted for the safer bet, which was the temple. "I'm afraid that I don't know where the temple is located," a lie, but she wanted Euterpe to lead rather than allow Skylla the joy of leading. "You must be more careful," she finally noted.
Then she was taking Euterpe's arm in her own, smiling softly, "I'll make sure that you don't trip over anything else, priestess."
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Skylla's hand warmed with Euterpe's fingers against her own, and the physician reminded herself that the woman was injured. Right here and now was not the moment to be in awe of another woman's beauty, as she often found herself when she came into contact with such exquisite creatures. Truthfully, Skylla still couldn't help herself, letting her gaze trail slowly down the priestess' form, taking in the sweet curve of her hips, the delicate line of her torso that faded into the mouthwatering curve of her breasts. This woman was rapture in the form of a warm body and her mind drifted for just a few seconds before she blinked the thoughts back and worked on pulling the woman to her feet.
"If I didn't know any better, I would say that you lack somewhat of the same self-awareness," Skylla teased lightly, finding no reason to be as bitingly mean as she had been to the rueful woman who had nearly thrown the priestess about further. Had she, Skylla was sure that there would be a few more wounds that she would need to look over. Maybe it was a bit of a shame, but this one wound alone would leave her with plenty of time to let her gaze wander and her mind to follow suit.
It was the scarlet of Euterpe's curls that had Skylla's heart racing the hardest. And not because she was afraid, but because she momentarily wondered what it would be like to press her fingers through a substance that appeared so silky that it may as well have been water. For a moment, Skylla was a little crestfallen that Euterpe had initially rejected her offer of help. Then she took it back and the woman couldn't help but feel her spirits brighten. It was such a silly thing to feel. Skylla was able to heal all kinds of wounds, day in and day out. But none of them appeared the way that this pretty priestess did.
"You're a priestess?" she asked, about to sink down the moment that she had been given permission to look at the bleeding leg. She had to stop herself, though, because the other woman asked to go somewhere else far more private. That was something that Skylla could absolutely do. However, she was not entirely sure whether Skylla should had been escorting Euterpe back to her temple or to Skylla's own quarters. She opted for the safer bet, which was the temple. "I'm afraid that I don't know where the temple is located," a lie, but she wanted Euterpe to lead rather than allow Skylla the joy of leading. "You must be more careful," she finally noted.
Then she was taking Euterpe's arm in her own, smiling softly, "I'll make sure that you don't trip over anything else, priestess."
Skylla's hand warmed with Euterpe's fingers against her own, and the physician reminded herself that the woman was injured. Right here and now was not the moment to be in awe of another woman's beauty, as she often found herself when she came into contact with such exquisite creatures. Truthfully, Skylla still couldn't help herself, letting her gaze trail slowly down the priestess' form, taking in the sweet curve of her hips, the delicate line of her torso that faded into the mouthwatering curve of her breasts. This woman was rapture in the form of a warm body and her mind drifted for just a few seconds before she blinked the thoughts back and worked on pulling the woman to her feet.
"If I didn't know any better, I would say that you lack somewhat of the same self-awareness," Skylla teased lightly, finding no reason to be as bitingly mean as she had been to the rueful woman who had nearly thrown the priestess about further. Had she, Skylla was sure that there would be a few more wounds that she would need to look over. Maybe it was a bit of a shame, but this one wound alone would leave her with plenty of time to let her gaze wander and her mind to follow suit.
It was the scarlet of Euterpe's curls that had Skylla's heart racing the hardest. And not because she was afraid, but because she momentarily wondered what it would be like to press her fingers through a substance that appeared so silky that it may as well have been water. For a moment, Skylla was a little crestfallen that Euterpe had initially rejected her offer of help. Then she took it back and the woman couldn't help but feel her spirits brighten. It was such a silly thing to feel. Skylla was able to heal all kinds of wounds, day in and day out. But none of them appeared the way that this pretty priestess did.
"You're a priestess?" she asked, about to sink down the moment that she had been given permission to look at the bleeding leg. She had to stop herself, though, because the other woman asked to go somewhere else far more private. That was something that Skylla could absolutely do. However, she was not entirely sure whether Skylla should had been escorting Euterpe back to her temple or to Skylla's own quarters. She opted for the safer bet, which was the temple. "I'm afraid that I don't know where the temple is located," a lie, but she wanted Euterpe to lead rather than allow Skylla the joy of leading. "You must be more careful," she finally noted.
Then she was taking Euterpe's arm in her own, smiling softly, "I'll make sure that you don't trip over anything else, priestess."
Euterpe’s mouth curved in a wry smile at the woman’s gentle tease, shaking her head. “You’re not entirely wrong,” she replied with a laugh. “I don’t often catch myself tripping over other people, though. Just cracks in the floor.”
She could feel the stranger’s gaze like water pouring over her skin, her eyes caressing her as surely as any hand. The path her eyes took was almost intimate, lingering on the curve of her hip, on the roundness of her breast. There was a warmth in her chest at the feeling, a secret delight that the beautiful creature seemed to think the same of her. The priestess found many women did not experience the same desire for the fairer sex that she did, and that if they did, they were prone to hiding it. This woman though, did not seem to hide it very well, and for that, she was pleased. Intimately acquainted with the dance of attraction, she was never going to be one to turn away such blatant admiration. Particularly from one so breathtaking herself.
You're a priestess?
“I am,” she replied, her smile deepening and dimpling her cheek. “My name is Euterpe. I live and serve in the Aphrodisias. What’s your name?” Anyone who had been in Colchis long would know what the implication of her words meant; the Aphrodisias was famed for the holy courtesans within its walls, and it wouldn’t take a big jump to figure out that’s what she was. Too old to be an acolyte and too beautiful to serve in a different capacity, with bright crimson hair sure to drawn in many a discerning eye, what else could she be?
I'm afraid that I don't know where the temple is located.
Perhaps this woman hadn’t been in the capital long, to lack such knowledge. Euterpe was sure everyone in Midas knew of the temples built into the stone, but maybe she was just biased, considering how familiar they were to her. Unfortunately, they were so familiar that hardly anywhere else was, and she wasn’t entirely sure which way was the way out of the marketplace.
“I… am not so sure either,” she admitted sheepishly, glancing around the crowd as if looking for clues on the way back. “I am not very good with directions. I don’t leave the temples very often.” An embarrassed hand rubbed along the back of her neck; she really should have foreseen this and brought someone with her. It wouldn’t be the first time she had gotten lost on the streets of Midas, and she doubted it would be the last. She ought to have learned her lesson by now.
“That way, maybe?” she pointed off toward the east, though her doubt was obvious in her tone. “Or… that way?” Pointing off toward the west instead, she sighed and shrugged. “I think maybe we ought to ask someone else if they know the way.”
Euterpe’s smile returned as the woman took her arm, warm fingers sliding slowly along silken skin where they came to rest on top of the stranger’s hand. Her companion assured her she wouldn’t let her trip over anything else, and she laughed. “Be careful of the promises you make, my new friend,” she teased. “I’m not sure if that’s one you can keep.”
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Euterpe’s mouth curved in a wry smile at the woman’s gentle tease, shaking her head. “You’re not entirely wrong,” she replied with a laugh. “I don’t often catch myself tripping over other people, though. Just cracks in the floor.”
She could feel the stranger’s gaze like water pouring over her skin, her eyes caressing her as surely as any hand. The path her eyes took was almost intimate, lingering on the curve of her hip, on the roundness of her breast. There was a warmth in her chest at the feeling, a secret delight that the beautiful creature seemed to think the same of her. The priestess found many women did not experience the same desire for the fairer sex that she did, and that if they did, they were prone to hiding it. This woman though, did not seem to hide it very well, and for that, she was pleased. Intimately acquainted with the dance of attraction, she was never going to be one to turn away such blatant admiration. Particularly from one so breathtaking herself.
You're a priestess?
“I am,” she replied, her smile deepening and dimpling her cheek. “My name is Euterpe. I live and serve in the Aphrodisias. What’s your name?” Anyone who had been in Colchis long would know what the implication of her words meant; the Aphrodisias was famed for the holy courtesans within its walls, and it wouldn’t take a big jump to figure out that’s what she was. Too old to be an acolyte and too beautiful to serve in a different capacity, with bright crimson hair sure to drawn in many a discerning eye, what else could she be?
I'm afraid that I don't know where the temple is located.
Perhaps this woman hadn’t been in the capital long, to lack such knowledge. Euterpe was sure everyone in Midas knew of the temples built into the stone, but maybe she was just biased, considering how familiar they were to her. Unfortunately, they were so familiar that hardly anywhere else was, and she wasn’t entirely sure which way was the way out of the marketplace.
“I… am not so sure either,” she admitted sheepishly, glancing around the crowd as if looking for clues on the way back. “I am not very good with directions. I don’t leave the temples very often.” An embarrassed hand rubbed along the back of her neck; she really should have foreseen this and brought someone with her. It wouldn’t be the first time she had gotten lost on the streets of Midas, and she doubted it would be the last. She ought to have learned her lesson by now.
“That way, maybe?” she pointed off toward the east, though her doubt was obvious in her tone. “Or… that way?” Pointing off toward the west instead, she sighed and shrugged. “I think maybe we ought to ask someone else if they know the way.”
Euterpe’s smile returned as the woman took her arm, warm fingers sliding slowly along silken skin where they came to rest on top of the stranger’s hand. Her companion assured her she wouldn’t let her trip over anything else, and she laughed. “Be careful of the promises you make, my new friend,” she teased. “I’m not sure if that’s one you can keep.”
Euterpe’s mouth curved in a wry smile at the woman’s gentle tease, shaking her head. “You’re not entirely wrong,” she replied with a laugh. “I don’t often catch myself tripping over other people, though. Just cracks in the floor.”
She could feel the stranger’s gaze like water pouring over her skin, her eyes caressing her as surely as any hand. The path her eyes took was almost intimate, lingering on the curve of her hip, on the roundness of her breast. There was a warmth in her chest at the feeling, a secret delight that the beautiful creature seemed to think the same of her. The priestess found many women did not experience the same desire for the fairer sex that she did, and that if they did, they were prone to hiding it. This woman though, did not seem to hide it very well, and for that, she was pleased. Intimately acquainted with the dance of attraction, she was never going to be one to turn away such blatant admiration. Particularly from one so breathtaking herself.
You're a priestess?
“I am,” she replied, her smile deepening and dimpling her cheek. “My name is Euterpe. I live and serve in the Aphrodisias. What’s your name?” Anyone who had been in Colchis long would know what the implication of her words meant; the Aphrodisias was famed for the holy courtesans within its walls, and it wouldn’t take a big jump to figure out that’s what she was. Too old to be an acolyte and too beautiful to serve in a different capacity, with bright crimson hair sure to drawn in many a discerning eye, what else could she be?
I'm afraid that I don't know where the temple is located.
Perhaps this woman hadn’t been in the capital long, to lack such knowledge. Euterpe was sure everyone in Midas knew of the temples built into the stone, but maybe she was just biased, considering how familiar they were to her. Unfortunately, they were so familiar that hardly anywhere else was, and she wasn’t entirely sure which way was the way out of the marketplace.
“I… am not so sure either,” she admitted sheepishly, glancing around the crowd as if looking for clues on the way back. “I am not very good with directions. I don’t leave the temples very often.” An embarrassed hand rubbed along the back of her neck; she really should have foreseen this and brought someone with her. It wouldn’t be the first time she had gotten lost on the streets of Midas, and she doubted it would be the last. She ought to have learned her lesson by now.
“That way, maybe?” she pointed off toward the east, though her doubt was obvious in her tone. “Or… that way?” Pointing off toward the west instead, she sighed and shrugged. “I think maybe we ought to ask someone else if they know the way.”
Euterpe’s smile returned as the woman took her arm, warm fingers sliding slowly along silken skin where they came to rest on top of the stranger’s hand. Her companion assured her she wouldn’t let her trip over anything else, and she laughed. “Be careful of the promises you make, my new friend,” she teased. “I’m not sure if that’s one you can keep.”
Ah. That explained so much.
The word Aphrodisias had Skylla's gaze trailing back to Euterpe's face and she had to quell the sudden fire that gripped at her chest. Oh. Of course, she was a priestess of Aphrodite. Exceedingly beautiful, exceedingly drawing, Skylla could see it now, and her mind was drifting in directions it likely should have avoided overall. To naked bodies, panting breaths, and the feeling of supple skin under her fingertips. Like a dance. Dark, Egyptian skin against the creamy olive skin of the priestess.
The Physician kicked herself mentally and forced the thoughts out so that she could better focus on the words the woman spoke and the predicament that they had found themselves in. Neither of them knew where they were going, but she was sure that could be solved with a little bit of walking and better focus that Skylla was giving now. The question of her name had her smiling a little, "My name is Skylla," she said lightly, a slow smile tipping the corners of her mouth upwards. Named after the sea monster Scylla, her father had been both ironic and cruel in his choice of naming for his daughter.
And she'd turned out no different, deep down. Save for maybe the more psychotic tendencies of Sophos. Though that could have been all Lukos' impression upon her person and her personality. In this moment, however, Skylla was just a woman, drawn to another and wondering how much time she could eek out of the beautiful Euterpe before the two of them would have to part.
Tipping her free hand back through her loose curls, Skylla started to lead the two of them out one side of the market, knowing that if they got to higher ground then they could find her home. The place she belonged above all else. Skylla was surprised that a man hadn't claimed Euterpe for all of her beauty. Priestess or not, men could have tried, likely had. Even Skylla wanted her for herself, not just for her looks, but also her seemingly delicate and friendly personality. Something to cut the sharp, irritable, and dangerous personality of Euterpe's companion.
"I don't like asking for directions," Skylla finally noted, patting Euterpe's hand with a bit of a smile. "Besides, what harm is an extra little walk. Unless your knee hurts," she noted, her gaze then dripping to Euterpe's leg, silently trying to observe it even through the fabric. The physician in her was now at the forefront of her mind, her thoughts unfocused on the ones of desire and careful want.
Shifting them up a hill within Midas, Skylla stopped them at the highest point that they could get, careful to keep Euterpe from tripping, and cast her gaze out upon the city. They could see quite a bit from here. "Can you direct me from here?" Skylla asked absently of the woman, her brown gaze a little molten as she considered Euterpe once more.
This was glorious, honestly. Utterly glorious in every way. The company she had found.
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Ah. That explained so much.
The word Aphrodisias had Skylla's gaze trailing back to Euterpe's face and she had to quell the sudden fire that gripped at her chest. Oh. Of course, she was a priestess of Aphrodite. Exceedingly beautiful, exceedingly drawing, Skylla could see it now, and her mind was drifting in directions it likely should have avoided overall. To naked bodies, panting breaths, and the feeling of supple skin under her fingertips. Like a dance. Dark, Egyptian skin against the creamy olive skin of the priestess.
The Physician kicked herself mentally and forced the thoughts out so that she could better focus on the words the woman spoke and the predicament that they had found themselves in. Neither of them knew where they were going, but she was sure that could be solved with a little bit of walking and better focus that Skylla was giving now. The question of her name had her smiling a little, "My name is Skylla," she said lightly, a slow smile tipping the corners of her mouth upwards. Named after the sea monster Scylla, her father had been both ironic and cruel in his choice of naming for his daughter.
And she'd turned out no different, deep down. Save for maybe the more psychotic tendencies of Sophos. Though that could have been all Lukos' impression upon her person and her personality. In this moment, however, Skylla was just a woman, drawn to another and wondering how much time she could eek out of the beautiful Euterpe before the two of them would have to part.
Tipping her free hand back through her loose curls, Skylla started to lead the two of them out one side of the market, knowing that if they got to higher ground then they could find her home. The place she belonged above all else. Skylla was surprised that a man hadn't claimed Euterpe for all of her beauty. Priestess or not, men could have tried, likely had. Even Skylla wanted her for herself, not just for her looks, but also her seemingly delicate and friendly personality. Something to cut the sharp, irritable, and dangerous personality of Euterpe's companion.
"I don't like asking for directions," Skylla finally noted, patting Euterpe's hand with a bit of a smile. "Besides, what harm is an extra little walk. Unless your knee hurts," she noted, her gaze then dripping to Euterpe's leg, silently trying to observe it even through the fabric. The physician in her was now at the forefront of her mind, her thoughts unfocused on the ones of desire and careful want.
Shifting them up a hill within Midas, Skylla stopped them at the highest point that they could get, careful to keep Euterpe from tripping, and cast her gaze out upon the city. They could see quite a bit from here. "Can you direct me from here?" Skylla asked absently of the woman, her brown gaze a little molten as she considered Euterpe once more.
This was glorious, honestly. Utterly glorious in every way. The company she had found.
Ah. That explained so much.
The word Aphrodisias had Skylla's gaze trailing back to Euterpe's face and she had to quell the sudden fire that gripped at her chest. Oh. Of course, she was a priestess of Aphrodite. Exceedingly beautiful, exceedingly drawing, Skylla could see it now, and her mind was drifting in directions it likely should have avoided overall. To naked bodies, panting breaths, and the feeling of supple skin under her fingertips. Like a dance. Dark, Egyptian skin against the creamy olive skin of the priestess.
The Physician kicked herself mentally and forced the thoughts out so that she could better focus on the words the woman spoke and the predicament that they had found themselves in. Neither of them knew where they were going, but she was sure that could be solved with a little bit of walking and better focus that Skylla was giving now. The question of her name had her smiling a little, "My name is Skylla," she said lightly, a slow smile tipping the corners of her mouth upwards. Named after the sea monster Scylla, her father had been both ironic and cruel in his choice of naming for his daughter.
And she'd turned out no different, deep down. Save for maybe the more psychotic tendencies of Sophos. Though that could have been all Lukos' impression upon her person and her personality. In this moment, however, Skylla was just a woman, drawn to another and wondering how much time she could eek out of the beautiful Euterpe before the two of them would have to part.
Tipping her free hand back through her loose curls, Skylla started to lead the two of them out one side of the market, knowing that if they got to higher ground then they could find her home. The place she belonged above all else. Skylla was surprised that a man hadn't claimed Euterpe for all of her beauty. Priestess or not, men could have tried, likely had. Even Skylla wanted her for herself, not just for her looks, but also her seemingly delicate and friendly personality. Something to cut the sharp, irritable, and dangerous personality of Euterpe's companion.
"I don't like asking for directions," Skylla finally noted, patting Euterpe's hand with a bit of a smile. "Besides, what harm is an extra little walk. Unless your knee hurts," she noted, her gaze then dripping to Euterpe's leg, silently trying to observe it even through the fabric. The physician in her was now at the forefront of her mind, her thoughts unfocused on the ones of desire and careful want.
Shifting them up a hill within Midas, Skylla stopped them at the highest point that they could get, careful to keep Euterpe from tripping, and cast her gaze out upon the city. They could see quite a bit from here. "Can you direct me from here?" Skylla asked absently of the woman, her brown gaze a little molten as she considered Euterpe once more.
This was glorious, honestly. Utterly glorious in every way. The company she had found.