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Alastor mustered up the courage to put his nib to parchment. He'd even sent the thing after crumpling up several sheets and making his best go at seeming casual yet professional with his intentions. After all, he already knew that this was his last short trip to Taengea. He hadn't told Sara that just yet, but his parents knew. The boy begged for them to keep the news secret, but his anticipation was off the charts. Never before had Alastor felt such excitement to leave Taengea, but if it meant that the days wore on and he moved closer and closer to achieving the ambition.
Scholar.
While a scholar without a profession didn't amount to much of anything, Alastor chose his specialisation. With a keen interest in philosophy, he'd found his heart, however, in an arena altogether distinct from it. Politics was the way to realize his ambitions. Wanting to bring honour to a family full of honourable, but working-class citizens, it was the need to serve that drove him higher. So, to become a scholar but be of use meant to be either a great thinker and rationalize new avenues of thought and the way forward as a society, or to be a man with political influence that could bring those ambitions from within.
He reasoned meeting somewhere in the middle, with the idea of when he returned... he'd use his capacity for research and acquiring information to an end that benefitted everyone. It was an idealistic thing, and surely, Alastor would find it more difficult than simply that. But, his dreams were so, and it all started today. Today, he'd have courage and face a man several inches taller and twice as thick as he. The baron of Euttica had an impeccable reputation as a warrior, but in Alastor's many visits to the province he saw a people given over to a sort of calm that he seldom experienced.
The mark of a good leader, in Alastor's eyes, was to assuage the concerns of his people. Achilleas of Mikaelidas was just that, and he found in the much larger man a sort of admiration pinched by the nerves that came with being in love with his illegitimate sister. He wondered who the man was beneath the facade, the political meanderings that came with age and a lifetime of being assured a place at the head of the people.
He'd find his answer. Despite his shyness, despite his awkwardness and perhaps because of it, Alastor was a keenly observant boy, and hoped in this he'd the rationale for his unbidden admiration. He'd hope that Achilleas would understand the necessity for keeping his letter vague. These sorts of conversations were not meant for parchment. They needed to be face-to-face, where convictions could be lashed out with words and seen on one's face.
But, was that Alastor's nature? Brave enough to find out, he made his way forward, the pathway to the kalospiti kydos was clear. He made his ascent, and he felt the nerves within flare, then ebb with the scent of jasmine and thyme that he passed by. His strides grew more confident up until he approached the door and was stopped by a guard.
"Who goes there?"
The first obstacle.
Alastor found his throat frozen over, his posture hunched just slightly as if rebuked in the face of a physical threat. However, he stood his position and carefully considered himself and answered,
"I am Alastor, of Vasiliadon. I've sent a letter to the baron and I believe he is expecting me."
Nailed it.
Despite the heaviness of his breath, once the guard lowered his weapon and ushered Alastor into the home, he felt the nerves simmer away. He'd tell the baron everything.
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The letter was the hardest part, right?
Alastor mustered up the courage to put his nib to parchment. He'd even sent the thing after crumpling up several sheets and making his best go at seeming casual yet professional with his intentions. After all, he already knew that this was his last short trip to Taengea. He hadn't told Sara that just yet, but his parents knew. The boy begged for them to keep the news secret, but his anticipation was off the charts. Never before had Alastor felt such excitement to leave Taengea, but if it meant that the days wore on and he moved closer and closer to achieving the ambition.
Scholar.
While a scholar without a profession didn't amount to much of anything, Alastor chose his specialisation. With a keen interest in philosophy, he'd found his heart, however, in an arena altogether distinct from it. Politics was the way to realize his ambitions. Wanting to bring honour to a family full of honourable, but working-class citizens, it was the need to serve that drove him higher. So, to become a scholar but be of use meant to be either a great thinker and rationalize new avenues of thought and the way forward as a society, or to be a man with political influence that could bring those ambitions from within.
He reasoned meeting somewhere in the middle, with the idea of when he returned... he'd use his capacity for research and acquiring information to an end that benefitted everyone. It was an idealistic thing, and surely, Alastor would find it more difficult than simply that. But, his dreams were so, and it all started today. Today, he'd have courage and face a man several inches taller and twice as thick as he. The baron of Euttica had an impeccable reputation as a warrior, but in Alastor's many visits to the province he saw a people given over to a sort of calm that he seldom experienced.
The mark of a good leader, in Alastor's eyes, was to assuage the concerns of his people. Achilleas of Mikaelidas was just that, and he found in the much larger man a sort of admiration pinched by the nerves that came with being in love with his illegitimate sister. He wondered who the man was beneath the facade, the political meanderings that came with age and a lifetime of being assured a place at the head of the people.
He'd find his answer. Despite his shyness, despite his awkwardness and perhaps because of it, Alastor was a keenly observant boy, and hoped in this he'd the rationale for his unbidden admiration. He'd hope that Achilleas would understand the necessity for keeping his letter vague. These sorts of conversations were not meant for parchment. They needed to be face-to-face, where convictions could be lashed out with words and seen on one's face.
But, was that Alastor's nature? Brave enough to find out, he made his way forward, the pathway to the kalospiti kydos was clear. He made his ascent, and he felt the nerves within flare, then ebb with the scent of jasmine and thyme that he passed by. His strides grew more confident up until he approached the door and was stopped by a guard.
"Who goes there?"
The first obstacle.
Alastor found his throat frozen over, his posture hunched just slightly as if rebuked in the face of a physical threat. However, he stood his position and carefully considered himself and answered,
"I am Alastor, of Vasiliadon. I've sent a letter to the baron and I believe he is expecting me."
Nailed it.
Despite the heaviness of his breath, once the guard lowered his weapon and ushered Alastor into the home, he felt the nerves simmer away. He'd tell the baron everything.
The letter was the hardest part, right?
Alastor mustered up the courage to put his nib to parchment. He'd even sent the thing after crumpling up several sheets and making his best go at seeming casual yet professional with his intentions. After all, he already knew that this was his last short trip to Taengea. He hadn't told Sara that just yet, but his parents knew. The boy begged for them to keep the news secret, but his anticipation was off the charts. Never before had Alastor felt such excitement to leave Taengea, but if it meant that the days wore on and he moved closer and closer to achieving the ambition.
Scholar.
While a scholar without a profession didn't amount to much of anything, Alastor chose his specialisation. With a keen interest in philosophy, he'd found his heart, however, in an arena altogether distinct from it. Politics was the way to realize his ambitions. Wanting to bring honour to a family full of honourable, but working-class citizens, it was the need to serve that drove him higher. So, to become a scholar but be of use meant to be either a great thinker and rationalize new avenues of thought and the way forward as a society, or to be a man with political influence that could bring those ambitions from within.
He reasoned meeting somewhere in the middle, with the idea of when he returned... he'd use his capacity for research and acquiring information to an end that benefitted everyone. It was an idealistic thing, and surely, Alastor would find it more difficult than simply that. But, his dreams were so, and it all started today. Today, he'd have courage and face a man several inches taller and twice as thick as he. The baron of Euttica had an impeccable reputation as a warrior, but in Alastor's many visits to the province he saw a people given over to a sort of calm that he seldom experienced.
The mark of a good leader, in Alastor's eyes, was to assuage the concerns of his people. Achilleas of Mikaelidas was just that, and he found in the much larger man a sort of admiration pinched by the nerves that came with being in love with his illegitimate sister. He wondered who the man was beneath the facade, the political meanderings that came with age and a lifetime of being assured a place at the head of the people.
He'd find his answer. Despite his shyness, despite his awkwardness and perhaps because of it, Alastor was a keenly observant boy, and hoped in this he'd the rationale for his unbidden admiration. He'd hope that Achilleas would understand the necessity for keeping his letter vague. These sorts of conversations were not meant for parchment. They needed to be face-to-face, where convictions could be lashed out with words and seen on one's face.
But, was that Alastor's nature? Brave enough to find out, he made his way forward, the pathway to the kalospiti kydos was clear. He made his ascent, and he felt the nerves within flare, then ebb with the scent of jasmine and thyme that he passed by. His strides grew more confident up until he approached the door and was stopped by a guard.
"Who goes there?"
The first obstacle.
Alastor found his throat frozen over, his posture hunched just slightly as if rebuked in the face of a physical threat. However, he stood his position and carefully considered himself and answered,
"I am Alastor, of Vasiliadon. I've sent a letter to the baron and I believe he is expecting me."
Nailed it.
Despite the heaviness of his breath, once the guard lowered his weapon and ushered Alastor into the home, he felt the nerves simmer away. He'd tell the baron everything.
It had been a relatively peaceful day for the Baron of Euttica. He had risen early as he always did and had practised swords for a good part of the morning until he was drenched with sweat and running low on willing opponents. Achilleas was a fine swordsman, but he knew better than to rest on his laurels or pay too much credence to the whispers that he held the Gods’ favour in such pursuits. If he did believe the whispers other spoke, then to neglect to hone his skills would only be to slight those who honoured him, and he would not do that.
If he were being honest, he was much more comfortable with a sword or spear in hand than he was in the senate. He got by there because he was known to be honest and fair-minded and because he had the might of the name Mikaelidas behind him, but Achilleas was a far better soldier than he was a politician. Still, he had learnt how to play the game over the years, at least enough to pacify his father to some degree.
Barony business came after he had bathed and broken fast, sometimes his mother would join him for breakfast, other times not. Today they had talked a little about the upcoming event his Aunt was putting on in the Capital. Achilleas would have happily forgone attending, but one look at his mother’s face and he knew she would appreciate the moral support. That and his father would likely be less than impressed if he did not show his face. The man had made more than one or two cutting comments about Emilios’ conspicuous absence at such social engagements of late.
Achilleas was just writing a letter to said brother to suggest gently that he might want to make a point of appearing at Aunt Elise’s gathering when there was a knock upon the door to his study and Petros appeared. The man had served as many things to Achilleas over the years, steward, tutor, friend. Now he mostly just pottered around involving himself in the things he wished to, and Achilleas couldn’t hold it against him.
“An Alastor of Vasiliadon, my Lord. Who believes you are expecting him?” The older man looked questioningly at the baron and Achilleas paused a moment before recognition of the name dawned. “Right. Yes. I remember now. Uhm...have him shown into the..”
“Solar, yes my Lord” Petros gave a nod and had closed the door again leaving Achilleas to blink at it for a moment. He had been about to say that but what if he hadn’t? Maybe he was just that predictable. Frowning a little, he finished the note to Emilios and carefully folded and sealed it before rising to his feet to go and receive the visitor.
The letter he’d received from Alastor of Vasiliadon had not been particularly enlightening as to the purpose of his visit, though it had been worded in a manner as to suggest perhaps the man was after work of some kind. Honestly, it was not usually the sort of thing Achilleas would have dealt with directly, but the timing was convenient, and so he strode through the halls of the kalospiti towards where the guest had been shown.
Euttica was not grand as some of the homes in Vasiliadon, but there was a certain charm to the house atop the hill that looked down over the town below. The Solar rooms were particularly pleasant, half-open to the view, a carpet of olive and fig trees sweeping down the hillside below. It was here that the Baron found his visitor, sweeping into the room in a way that couldn’t help but be noticeable given his size and stature. Achilleas almost but didn’t quite stop short, for Alastor of Vasiliadon was a great deal younger than he had been expecting. More boy than man really.
The Mikaelidas Lord offered him a practised smile but did not bow, leaving that to the younger man before gesturing for the fellow to take a seat, a little more curious as to what would have motivated the youth to have written to him directly. Petros had already furnished the young man with a cup of wine by the looks of things, and so Achilleas moved to pour one for himself, adding more water from the pitcher that had been left for that very purpose before he too took a seat, gaze settled mildly upon his guest.
“Alastor is it? Please, sit. Tell me what I can do for you today?”
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It had been a relatively peaceful day for the Baron of Euttica. He had risen early as he always did and had practised swords for a good part of the morning until he was drenched with sweat and running low on willing opponents. Achilleas was a fine swordsman, but he knew better than to rest on his laurels or pay too much credence to the whispers that he held the Gods’ favour in such pursuits. If he did believe the whispers other spoke, then to neglect to hone his skills would only be to slight those who honoured him, and he would not do that.
If he were being honest, he was much more comfortable with a sword or spear in hand than he was in the senate. He got by there because he was known to be honest and fair-minded and because he had the might of the name Mikaelidas behind him, but Achilleas was a far better soldier than he was a politician. Still, he had learnt how to play the game over the years, at least enough to pacify his father to some degree.
Barony business came after he had bathed and broken fast, sometimes his mother would join him for breakfast, other times not. Today they had talked a little about the upcoming event his Aunt was putting on in the Capital. Achilleas would have happily forgone attending, but one look at his mother’s face and he knew she would appreciate the moral support. That and his father would likely be less than impressed if he did not show his face. The man had made more than one or two cutting comments about Emilios’ conspicuous absence at such social engagements of late.
Achilleas was just writing a letter to said brother to suggest gently that he might want to make a point of appearing at Aunt Elise’s gathering when there was a knock upon the door to his study and Petros appeared. The man had served as many things to Achilleas over the years, steward, tutor, friend. Now he mostly just pottered around involving himself in the things he wished to, and Achilleas couldn’t hold it against him.
“An Alastor of Vasiliadon, my Lord. Who believes you are expecting him?” The older man looked questioningly at the baron and Achilleas paused a moment before recognition of the name dawned. “Right. Yes. I remember now. Uhm...have him shown into the..”
“Solar, yes my Lord” Petros gave a nod and had closed the door again leaving Achilleas to blink at it for a moment. He had been about to say that but what if he hadn’t? Maybe he was just that predictable. Frowning a little, he finished the note to Emilios and carefully folded and sealed it before rising to his feet to go and receive the visitor.
The letter he’d received from Alastor of Vasiliadon had not been particularly enlightening as to the purpose of his visit, though it had been worded in a manner as to suggest perhaps the man was after work of some kind. Honestly, it was not usually the sort of thing Achilleas would have dealt with directly, but the timing was convenient, and so he strode through the halls of the kalospiti towards where the guest had been shown.
Euttica was not grand as some of the homes in Vasiliadon, but there was a certain charm to the house atop the hill that looked down over the town below. The Solar rooms were particularly pleasant, half-open to the view, a carpet of olive and fig trees sweeping down the hillside below. It was here that the Baron found his visitor, sweeping into the room in a way that couldn’t help but be noticeable given his size and stature. Achilleas almost but didn’t quite stop short, for Alastor of Vasiliadon was a great deal younger than he had been expecting. More boy than man really.
The Mikaelidas Lord offered him a practised smile but did not bow, leaving that to the younger man before gesturing for the fellow to take a seat, a little more curious as to what would have motivated the youth to have written to him directly. Petros had already furnished the young man with a cup of wine by the looks of things, and so Achilleas moved to pour one for himself, adding more water from the pitcher that had been left for that very purpose before he too took a seat, gaze settled mildly upon his guest.
“Alastor is it? Please, sit. Tell me what I can do for you today?”
It had been a relatively peaceful day for the Baron of Euttica. He had risen early as he always did and had practised swords for a good part of the morning until he was drenched with sweat and running low on willing opponents. Achilleas was a fine swordsman, but he knew better than to rest on his laurels or pay too much credence to the whispers that he held the Gods’ favour in such pursuits. If he did believe the whispers other spoke, then to neglect to hone his skills would only be to slight those who honoured him, and he would not do that.
If he were being honest, he was much more comfortable with a sword or spear in hand than he was in the senate. He got by there because he was known to be honest and fair-minded and because he had the might of the name Mikaelidas behind him, but Achilleas was a far better soldier than he was a politician. Still, he had learnt how to play the game over the years, at least enough to pacify his father to some degree.
Barony business came after he had bathed and broken fast, sometimes his mother would join him for breakfast, other times not. Today they had talked a little about the upcoming event his Aunt was putting on in the Capital. Achilleas would have happily forgone attending, but one look at his mother’s face and he knew she would appreciate the moral support. That and his father would likely be less than impressed if he did not show his face. The man had made more than one or two cutting comments about Emilios’ conspicuous absence at such social engagements of late.
Achilleas was just writing a letter to said brother to suggest gently that he might want to make a point of appearing at Aunt Elise’s gathering when there was a knock upon the door to his study and Petros appeared. The man had served as many things to Achilleas over the years, steward, tutor, friend. Now he mostly just pottered around involving himself in the things he wished to, and Achilleas couldn’t hold it against him.
“An Alastor of Vasiliadon, my Lord. Who believes you are expecting him?” The older man looked questioningly at the baron and Achilleas paused a moment before recognition of the name dawned. “Right. Yes. I remember now. Uhm...have him shown into the..”
“Solar, yes my Lord” Petros gave a nod and had closed the door again leaving Achilleas to blink at it for a moment. He had been about to say that but what if he hadn’t? Maybe he was just that predictable. Frowning a little, he finished the note to Emilios and carefully folded and sealed it before rising to his feet to go and receive the visitor.
The letter he’d received from Alastor of Vasiliadon had not been particularly enlightening as to the purpose of his visit, though it had been worded in a manner as to suggest perhaps the man was after work of some kind. Honestly, it was not usually the sort of thing Achilleas would have dealt with directly, but the timing was convenient, and so he strode through the halls of the kalospiti towards where the guest had been shown.
Euttica was not grand as some of the homes in Vasiliadon, but there was a certain charm to the house atop the hill that looked down over the town below. The Solar rooms were particularly pleasant, half-open to the view, a carpet of olive and fig trees sweeping down the hillside below. It was here that the Baron found his visitor, sweeping into the room in a way that couldn’t help but be noticeable given his size and stature. Achilleas almost but didn’t quite stop short, for Alastor of Vasiliadon was a great deal younger than he had been expecting. More boy than man really.
The Mikaelidas Lord offered him a practised smile but did not bow, leaving that to the younger man before gesturing for the fellow to take a seat, a little more curious as to what would have motivated the youth to have written to him directly. Petros had already furnished the young man with a cup of wine by the looks of things, and so Achilleas moved to pour one for himself, adding more water from the pitcher that had been left for that very purpose before he too took a seat, gaze settled mildly upon his guest.
“Alastor is it? Please, sit. Tell me what I can do for you today?”
Certainly, Alastor was intruding.
He was definitely intruding.
How presumptuous was it of him to simply believe that the baron of Euttica would see him, particularly after playing so loosely with his words in the letter? He'd been vague enough so as to not embarrass himself, but also... was it just by the baron's good graces that he was even seen at all? some might've simply thrown the letter away, scoffed at the idea of a seventeen year old boy having the gall (he hoped it courage) to address someone leagues above him both in station and age. And yet... he had. He hoped, vainly, that he could find what he was looking for in Euttica. Always partial to the province and quite eager to prove himself, the boy sent letters to several, but only Achilleas responded to him.
With hands clasped behind his back, the boy walked, keeping pace easily with the older man that guided him through the kalospiti. Alastor looked around with astonishment, not at the finery within but instead at the high walls and impressive stonework of the place. It was a marvel of architecture to have estates like this, a sign of the advancement of man and only a bare taste of the potential for greater feats. It wasn't the finest place he'd ever seen. No, the scholeio in Athenia had to boast the grandest sight, besides the Mikaelidas palace, or the Athenian one... or well, many places. Perhaps Alastor was biased in his assessments, and sought to correct the error in judgment before he was interrupted by their arrival.
Once he was given his goblet of wine, he waited patiently, allowing himself to admire the view that was presented to him. The gentle giant, they called Euttica, a place with a marvel of people but a sleepy, cozy feel that gave it the sort of ambiance that could greatly benefit the young Alastor. It was part of the allure of the place, but was settling here rather than Vasiliadon in his best interests? Perhaps it wasn't, but weighting his options and making the proper decision when the time came was the correct course of action. Making a suitable introduction to the eldest son of Prince Irakles... well, that was the political advantage.
If it could be called that... he lamented, knowing his propensity for shoving his foot in his mouth. He hoped, desperately, to find the courage to speak and not be tongue-tied. The wine aided the effort greatly, the taste sharp on his tongue. But, it wouldn't do to over-indulge. He took a deep breath just as Achilleas entered. He really was a mountain of a man, his entry given to the sort of quiet regalness that seemed dignified rather than overindulgent. This man, more than other royals in the kingdom, lent himself to the impression of being just, if not kind.
It was a grand start, and Alastor found himself with a smile despite the heat that wanted to build within him. Of course the young man bowed to the baron, not dipping so low as to seem a servant, but finding his gaze locked with the floor for a brief moment before he rose anew. He took another breath before he took his seat, his gaze flickering between the baron himself, the subsevient man of unknown status, and the place they were both seated in. It was improper for him to break the silence, and he was happy to linger within it for that extra moment before Lord Achilleas broke it with his question.
"Yes, it is. Thank you, my lord, for the honour of stealing just a bit of your time, today."
Good, you're doing fine. Stay calm, stay on the course.
"My lord, if it's not too much to tell, I have been studying in Athenia for much of the past eight years, attempting to make myself into a scholar. And I believe, if it's not too bold to assume, that my insights might be of use to a man such as yourself."
You're doing great, he assured himself again before, finally, he screwed it up.
"We've met before, my lord. Your... sister... Sara, is a good friend of mine."
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Certainly, Alastor was intruding.
He was definitely intruding.
How presumptuous was it of him to simply believe that the baron of Euttica would see him, particularly after playing so loosely with his words in the letter? He'd been vague enough so as to not embarrass himself, but also... was it just by the baron's good graces that he was even seen at all? some might've simply thrown the letter away, scoffed at the idea of a seventeen year old boy having the gall (he hoped it courage) to address someone leagues above him both in station and age. And yet... he had. He hoped, vainly, that he could find what he was looking for in Euttica. Always partial to the province and quite eager to prove himself, the boy sent letters to several, but only Achilleas responded to him.
With hands clasped behind his back, the boy walked, keeping pace easily with the older man that guided him through the kalospiti. Alastor looked around with astonishment, not at the finery within but instead at the high walls and impressive stonework of the place. It was a marvel of architecture to have estates like this, a sign of the advancement of man and only a bare taste of the potential for greater feats. It wasn't the finest place he'd ever seen. No, the scholeio in Athenia had to boast the grandest sight, besides the Mikaelidas palace, or the Athenian one... or well, many places. Perhaps Alastor was biased in his assessments, and sought to correct the error in judgment before he was interrupted by their arrival.
Once he was given his goblet of wine, he waited patiently, allowing himself to admire the view that was presented to him. The gentle giant, they called Euttica, a place with a marvel of people but a sleepy, cozy feel that gave it the sort of ambiance that could greatly benefit the young Alastor. It was part of the allure of the place, but was settling here rather than Vasiliadon in his best interests? Perhaps it wasn't, but weighting his options and making the proper decision when the time came was the correct course of action. Making a suitable introduction to the eldest son of Prince Irakles... well, that was the political advantage.
If it could be called that... he lamented, knowing his propensity for shoving his foot in his mouth. He hoped, desperately, to find the courage to speak and not be tongue-tied. The wine aided the effort greatly, the taste sharp on his tongue. But, it wouldn't do to over-indulge. He took a deep breath just as Achilleas entered. He really was a mountain of a man, his entry given to the sort of quiet regalness that seemed dignified rather than overindulgent. This man, more than other royals in the kingdom, lent himself to the impression of being just, if not kind.
It was a grand start, and Alastor found himself with a smile despite the heat that wanted to build within him. Of course the young man bowed to the baron, not dipping so low as to seem a servant, but finding his gaze locked with the floor for a brief moment before he rose anew. He took another breath before he took his seat, his gaze flickering between the baron himself, the subsevient man of unknown status, and the place they were both seated in. It was improper for him to break the silence, and he was happy to linger within it for that extra moment before Lord Achilleas broke it with his question.
"Yes, it is. Thank you, my lord, for the honour of stealing just a bit of your time, today."
Good, you're doing fine. Stay calm, stay on the course.
"My lord, if it's not too much to tell, I have been studying in Athenia for much of the past eight years, attempting to make myself into a scholar. And I believe, if it's not too bold to assume, that my insights might be of use to a man such as yourself."
You're doing great, he assured himself again before, finally, he screwed it up.
"We've met before, my lord. Your... sister... Sara, is a good friend of mine."
Certainly, Alastor was intruding.
He was definitely intruding.
How presumptuous was it of him to simply believe that the baron of Euttica would see him, particularly after playing so loosely with his words in the letter? He'd been vague enough so as to not embarrass himself, but also... was it just by the baron's good graces that he was even seen at all? some might've simply thrown the letter away, scoffed at the idea of a seventeen year old boy having the gall (he hoped it courage) to address someone leagues above him both in station and age. And yet... he had. He hoped, vainly, that he could find what he was looking for in Euttica. Always partial to the province and quite eager to prove himself, the boy sent letters to several, but only Achilleas responded to him.
With hands clasped behind his back, the boy walked, keeping pace easily with the older man that guided him through the kalospiti. Alastor looked around with astonishment, not at the finery within but instead at the high walls and impressive stonework of the place. It was a marvel of architecture to have estates like this, a sign of the advancement of man and only a bare taste of the potential for greater feats. It wasn't the finest place he'd ever seen. No, the scholeio in Athenia had to boast the grandest sight, besides the Mikaelidas palace, or the Athenian one... or well, many places. Perhaps Alastor was biased in his assessments, and sought to correct the error in judgment before he was interrupted by their arrival.
Once he was given his goblet of wine, he waited patiently, allowing himself to admire the view that was presented to him. The gentle giant, they called Euttica, a place with a marvel of people but a sleepy, cozy feel that gave it the sort of ambiance that could greatly benefit the young Alastor. It was part of the allure of the place, but was settling here rather than Vasiliadon in his best interests? Perhaps it wasn't, but weighting his options and making the proper decision when the time came was the correct course of action. Making a suitable introduction to the eldest son of Prince Irakles... well, that was the political advantage.
If it could be called that... he lamented, knowing his propensity for shoving his foot in his mouth. He hoped, desperately, to find the courage to speak and not be tongue-tied. The wine aided the effort greatly, the taste sharp on his tongue. But, it wouldn't do to over-indulge. He took a deep breath just as Achilleas entered. He really was a mountain of a man, his entry given to the sort of quiet regalness that seemed dignified rather than overindulgent. This man, more than other royals in the kingdom, lent himself to the impression of being just, if not kind.
It was a grand start, and Alastor found himself with a smile despite the heat that wanted to build within him. Of course the young man bowed to the baron, not dipping so low as to seem a servant, but finding his gaze locked with the floor for a brief moment before he rose anew. He took another breath before he took his seat, his gaze flickering between the baron himself, the subsevient man of unknown status, and the place they were both seated in. It was improper for him to break the silence, and he was happy to linger within it for that extra moment before Lord Achilleas broke it with his question.
"Yes, it is. Thank you, my lord, for the honour of stealing just a bit of your time, today."
Good, you're doing fine. Stay calm, stay on the course.
"My lord, if it's not too much to tell, I have been studying in Athenia for much of the past eight years, attempting to make myself into a scholar. And I believe, if it's not too bold to assume, that my insights might be of use to a man such as yourself."
You're doing great, he assured himself again before, finally, he screwed it up.
"We've met before, my lord. Your... sister... Sara, is a good friend of mine."
The baron’s gaze had quietly and subtly taken a measure of the young man as he’d bowed and taken a seat, appraising his manner and style of dress, trying to ascribe someplace for him amongst the various people who approached him as Baron. The letter had been vague, and so Achilleas was mildly curious as to what would bring this boy to his door for he doubted it was to complain about taxation or the worry of a poor harvest.
But he had been surprised before now, so the Lord would reserve judgement until his guest had said hie piece and he invited it, his countenance not warm precisely, but open and receptive at least.
And when the young man began to speak Achilleas looked on, lifting his brows as he heard Alastor speak of his studies in Athenia, a bemused expression crossing his face as he listened to the youth describe his usefulness.
“ And in what capacity do you see your insights being useful to me, Alastor? Speak plainly as to what it is you are looking for and it will be easier for me to know if there is a requirement or not”
Because Achilleas was always interested in solid, useful people. Not so arrogant to presume that his success was built entirely upon his own merit, he took more than a passing interest in those who made up the workforce that allowed him to do his job. It was true that he didn’t always find it easy to relinquish control over to those who served under him, but once his trust was placed it did not often founder. The elder man who had received Alastor was tantamount to this fact, for he had been with the Mikaelidas Lord since Achilleas was a boy.
But when the young alluded to a previous meeting, the baron frowned for he didn’t recall the boy’s face, and he was about to enquire as to where they had met when Alastor blurted out the thing that would have the atmosphere shift from cordial to something a little cooler.
‘...Your...sister...Sara is a good friend of mine’
The mention of the girl’s name had something shift almost imperceptibly in the lord’s blue gaze, somehow now more akin to the ice blue of a mountain stream than the sun-soaked Aegean. Achilleas wasn’t overly close to his half-siblings. Sara, as the younger and sweeter of the two, was infinitely more tolerable than Tasia, but he could not claim any great affection for the girl. But he didn’t like hearing her name fall from the boy’s lips as if he were trying to make use of such a connection. If he thought that running around with the Prince’s illegitimate spawn was going to endear him to the heir to the house he was mistaken.
“Is that so?” Achilleas observed, resting his eyes steadily upon the visitor. “ That’s not pertinent to this conversation though is it? Unless you were assuming it would hold some influence?
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The baron’s gaze had quietly and subtly taken a measure of the young man as he’d bowed and taken a seat, appraising his manner and style of dress, trying to ascribe someplace for him amongst the various people who approached him as Baron. The letter had been vague, and so Achilleas was mildly curious as to what would bring this boy to his door for he doubted it was to complain about taxation or the worry of a poor harvest.
But he had been surprised before now, so the Lord would reserve judgement until his guest had said hie piece and he invited it, his countenance not warm precisely, but open and receptive at least.
And when the young man began to speak Achilleas looked on, lifting his brows as he heard Alastor speak of his studies in Athenia, a bemused expression crossing his face as he listened to the youth describe his usefulness.
“ And in what capacity do you see your insights being useful to me, Alastor? Speak plainly as to what it is you are looking for and it will be easier for me to know if there is a requirement or not”
Because Achilleas was always interested in solid, useful people. Not so arrogant to presume that his success was built entirely upon his own merit, he took more than a passing interest in those who made up the workforce that allowed him to do his job. It was true that he didn’t always find it easy to relinquish control over to those who served under him, but once his trust was placed it did not often founder. The elder man who had received Alastor was tantamount to this fact, for he had been with the Mikaelidas Lord since Achilleas was a boy.
But when the young alluded to a previous meeting, the baron frowned for he didn’t recall the boy’s face, and he was about to enquire as to where they had met when Alastor blurted out the thing that would have the atmosphere shift from cordial to something a little cooler.
‘...Your...sister...Sara is a good friend of mine’
The mention of the girl’s name had something shift almost imperceptibly in the lord’s blue gaze, somehow now more akin to the ice blue of a mountain stream than the sun-soaked Aegean. Achilleas wasn’t overly close to his half-siblings. Sara, as the younger and sweeter of the two, was infinitely more tolerable than Tasia, but he could not claim any great affection for the girl. But he didn’t like hearing her name fall from the boy’s lips as if he were trying to make use of such a connection. If he thought that running around with the Prince’s illegitimate spawn was going to endear him to the heir to the house he was mistaken.
“Is that so?” Achilleas observed, resting his eyes steadily upon the visitor. “ That’s not pertinent to this conversation though is it? Unless you were assuming it would hold some influence?
The baron’s gaze had quietly and subtly taken a measure of the young man as he’d bowed and taken a seat, appraising his manner and style of dress, trying to ascribe someplace for him amongst the various people who approached him as Baron. The letter had been vague, and so Achilleas was mildly curious as to what would bring this boy to his door for he doubted it was to complain about taxation or the worry of a poor harvest.
But he had been surprised before now, so the Lord would reserve judgement until his guest had said hie piece and he invited it, his countenance not warm precisely, but open and receptive at least.
And when the young man began to speak Achilleas looked on, lifting his brows as he heard Alastor speak of his studies in Athenia, a bemused expression crossing his face as he listened to the youth describe his usefulness.
“ And in what capacity do you see your insights being useful to me, Alastor? Speak plainly as to what it is you are looking for and it will be easier for me to know if there is a requirement or not”
Because Achilleas was always interested in solid, useful people. Not so arrogant to presume that his success was built entirely upon his own merit, he took more than a passing interest in those who made up the workforce that allowed him to do his job. It was true that he didn’t always find it easy to relinquish control over to those who served under him, but once his trust was placed it did not often founder. The elder man who had received Alastor was tantamount to this fact, for he had been with the Mikaelidas Lord since Achilleas was a boy.
But when the young alluded to a previous meeting, the baron frowned for he didn’t recall the boy’s face, and he was about to enquire as to where they had met when Alastor blurted out the thing that would have the atmosphere shift from cordial to something a little cooler.
‘...Your...sister...Sara is a good friend of mine’
The mention of the girl’s name had something shift almost imperceptibly in the lord’s blue gaze, somehow now more akin to the ice blue of a mountain stream than the sun-soaked Aegean. Achilleas wasn’t overly close to his half-siblings. Sara, as the younger and sweeter of the two, was infinitely more tolerable than Tasia, but he could not claim any great affection for the girl. But he didn’t like hearing her name fall from the boy’s lips as if he were trying to make use of such a connection. If he thought that running around with the Prince’s illegitimate spawn was going to endear him to the heir to the house he was mistaken.
“Is that so?” Achilleas observed, resting his eyes steadily upon the visitor. “ That’s not pertinent to this conversation though is it? Unless you were assuming it would hold some influence?
The longer that Alastor spent in the company of Achilleas of Mikaelidas, the more he felt the need to set himself at ease. There was no benefit to his nervousness. He'd crossed the hurdles in getting to this place, sitting in front of the baron of Euttica... To squander the opportunity would be to dishonour himself and the family that had their faith in him. He'd spent the past eight years preparing for this moment, waxing his repertoire of knowledge and with it the intuition that lived within him. Alastor was not graced with the wisdom of experience, but what he had was a wealth of knowledge. If age did not give him confidence, then his intelligence needed to buck sure and be the source of his daring.
In this moment, it is more essential than ever, to be brave, he rationalized. A deep breath filled Alastor's lungs as he listened to the baron's questions. His words were fair, and he seemed, despite the vagueness in Alastor's letter, open to the idea. Alastor wove plans, he saw the way forward, but the practice of actually moving and doing the thing without imploding into nerves was the issue. So, the breath he took, an eternity in seeming, too deep and clearly too long, too obvious and too rude in his mind... it served its purpose.
He'd closed his eyes for a moment, but once they opened, they held stability within them.
"My lord, my specialisation, if there's one to be named, is in the realm of analysis of data and projecting possible outcomes. A role of advisory is not beyond me, but in the interests of taking into account my youth and inexperience, I'd be happy with any opportunity available. I've also studied architecture, philosophy, literature, and dabbled in some practical crafts such as carpentry and metalworking. Though, they've never been my preference."
The words came out in a tone that was almost mechanical. It was a familiar shroud, and the boy was treating Achilleas much in the same way that he would a tutor in Athenia. In order to move forward, to deprive himself of emotion. When the flurry of feeling clouded his thoughts, he failed to see the imagery of memory, floating about his vision as if it were real. Not quite hallucination, he could see the words hover about, echoes of pages long left behind. His brain's input was jarring, and it was, among many other stimuli, a reason that he privately indulged in a substance that could dampen them.
The lord's words after he admitted their previous meeting thrust him back to reality. The sort of crispness in his tone, the way he uttered the truth as if Sara's name meant nothing... Of course, Alastor knew of this. He remembered every letter as if the script was in front of him right now. He was so very aware of Achilleas' feelings on the matter of his illegitimate sister, but he brought the girl up, perhaps, in the midst of nerves that bubbled up before. It was strange, to think about how just moments before, he'd allowed himself to be so overwhelmed. A mind could be so cluttered, so deprived of logic by the sheer weight of feelings that it sought to sabotage itself.
The chill permeated throughout his body, and the sort of ire drawn to him by how Achilleas described the revelation... Did the man care about his sister at all? Was she even a sister to him? Alastor could ponder the thought at a later time, because he needed to sweep the matter under the rug and move on while the logical side of himself persisted.
"It is naive to think that this revelation would hold that to any kind of influence. I apologize, of course, for even bringing it up."
There was a part of him, of course, that wasn't sorry. Informing himself on just how Lord Achilleas felt about his sister made something abundantly clear to him.
Despite all of the greatness within Lord Achilleas of Mikaelidas, his heart is cold. To not care about one of the loveliest people to have ever existed, a sister... it's... sad. Honour does terrible things to good people.
After all... such a harmless statement, if met with warmth towards such a person, would've merited some sort of positive acknowledgement? Maybe Alastor was overthinking it, but the impression persisted nevertheless.
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The longer that Alastor spent in the company of Achilleas of Mikaelidas, the more he felt the need to set himself at ease. There was no benefit to his nervousness. He'd crossed the hurdles in getting to this place, sitting in front of the baron of Euttica... To squander the opportunity would be to dishonour himself and the family that had their faith in him. He'd spent the past eight years preparing for this moment, waxing his repertoire of knowledge and with it the intuition that lived within him. Alastor was not graced with the wisdom of experience, but what he had was a wealth of knowledge. If age did not give him confidence, then his intelligence needed to buck sure and be the source of his daring.
In this moment, it is more essential than ever, to be brave, he rationalized. A deep breath filled Alastor's lungs as he listened to the baron's questions. His words were fair, and he seemed, despite the vagueness in Alastor's letter, open to the idea. Alastor wove plans, he saw the way forward, but the practice of actually moving and doing the thing without imploding into nerves was the issue. So, the breath he took, an eternity in seeming, too deep and clearly too long, too obvious and too rude in his mind... it served its purpose.
He'd closed his eyes for a moment, but once they opened, they held stability within them.
"My lord, my specialisation, if there's one to be named, is in the realm of analysis of data and projecting possible outcomes. A role of advisory is not beyond me, but in the interests of taking into account my youth and inexperience, I'd be happy with any opportunity available. I've also studied architecture, philosophy, literature, and dabbled in some practical crafts such as carpentry and metalworking. Though, they've never been my preference."
The words came out in a tone that was almost mechanical. It was a familiar shroud, and the boy was treating Achilleas much in the same way that he would a tutor in Athenia. In order to move forward, to deprive himself of emotion. When the flurry of feeling clouded his thoughts, he failed to see the imagery of memory, floating about his vision as if it were real. Not quite hallucination, he could see the words hover about, echoes of pages long left behind. His brain's input was jarring, and it was, among many other stimuli, a reason that he privately indulged in a substance that could dampen them.
The lord's words after he admitted their previous meeting thrust him back to reality. The sort of crispness in his tone, the way he uttered the truth as if Sara's name meant nothing... Of course, Alastor knew of this. He remembered every letter as if the script was in front of him right now. He was so very aware of Achilleas' feelings on the matter of his illegitimate sister, but he brought the girl up, perhaps, in the midst of nerves that bubbled up before. It was strange, to think about how just moments before, he'd allowed himself to be so overwhelmed. A mind could be so cluttered, so deprived of logic by the sheer weight of feelings that it sought to sabotage itself.
The chill permeated throughout his body, and the sort of ire drawn to him by how Achilleas described the revelation... Did the man care about his sister at all? Was she even a sister to him? Alastor could ponder the thought at a later time, because he needed to sweep the matter under the rug and move on while the logical side of himself persisted.
"It is naive to think that this revelation would hold that to any kind of influence. I apologize, of course, for even bringing it up."
There was a part of him, of course, that wasn't sorry. Informing himself on just how Lord Achilleas felt about his sister made something abundantly clear to him.
Despite all of the greatness within Lord Achilleas of Mikaelidas, his heart is cold. To not care about one of the loveliest people to have ever existed, a sister... it's... sad. Honour does terrible things to good people.
After all... such a harmless statement, if met with warmth towards such a person, would've merited some sort of positive acknowledgement? Maybe Alastor was overthinking it, but the impression persisted nevertheless.
The longer that Alastor spent in the company of Achilleas of Mikaelidas, the more he felt the need to set himself at ease. There was no benefit to his nervousness. He'd crossed the hurdles in getting to this place, sitting in front of the baron of Euttica... To squander the opportunity would be to dishonour himself and the family that had their faith in him. He'd spent the past eight years preparing for this moment, waxing his repertoire of knowledge and with it the intuition that lived within him. Alastor was not graced with the wisdom of experience, but what he had was a wealth of knowledge. If age did not give him confidence, then his intelligence needed to buck sure and be the source of his daring.
In this moment, it is more essential than ever, to be brave, he rationalized. A deep breath filled Alastor's lungs as he listened to the baron's questions. His words were fair, and he seemed, despite the vagueness in Alastor's letter, open to the idea. Alastor wove plans, he saw the way forward, but the practice of actually moving and doing the thing without imploding into nerves was the issue. So, the breath he took, an eternity in seeming, too deep and clearly too long, too obvious and too rude in his mind... it served its purpose.
He'd closed his eyes for a moment, but once they opened, they held stability within them.
"My lord, my specialisation, if there's one to be named, is in the realm of analysis of data and projecting possible outcomes. A role of advisory is not beyond me, but in the interests of taking into account my youth and inexperience, I'd be happy with any opportunity available. I've also studied architecture, philosophy, literature, and dabbled in some practical crafts such as carpentry and metalworking. Though, they've never been my preference."
The words came out in a tone that was almost mechanical. It was a familiar shroud, and the boy was treating Achilleas much in the same way that he would a tutor in Athenia. In order to move forward, to deprive himself of emotion. When the flurry of feeling clouded his thoughts, he failed to see the imagery of memory, floating about his vision as if it were real. Not quite hallucination, he could see the words hover about, echoes of pages long left behind. His brain's input was jarring, and it was, among many other stimuli, a reason that he privately indulged in a substance that could dampen them.
The lord's words after he admitted their previous meeting thrust him back to reality. The sort of crispness in his tone, the way he uttered the truth as if Sara's name meant nothing... Of course, Alastor knew of this. He remembered every letter as if the script was in front of him right now. He was so very aware of Achilleas' feelings on the matter of his illegitimate sister, but he brought the girl up, perhaps, in the midst of nerves that bubbled up before. It was strange, to think about how just moments before, he'd allowed himself to be so overwhelmed. A mind could be so cluttered, so deprived of logic by the sheer weight of feelings that it sought to sabotage itself.
The chill permeated throughout his body, and the sort of ire drawn to him by how Achilleas described the revelation... Did the man care about his sister at all? Was she even a sister to him? Alastor could ponder the thought at a later time, because he needed to sweep the matter under the rug and move on while the logical side of himself persisted.
"It is naive to think that this revelation would hold that to any kind of influence. I apologize, of course, for even bringing it up."
There was a part of him, of course, that wasn't sorry. Informing himself on just how Lord Achilleas felt about his sister made something abundantly clear to him.
Despite all of the greatness within Lord Achilleas of Mikaelidas, his heart is cold. To not care about one of the loveliest people to have ever existed, a sister... it's... sad. Honour does terrible things to good people.
After all... such a harmless statement, if met with warmth towards such a person, would've merited some sort of positive acknowledgement? Maybe Alastor was overthinking it, but the impression persisted nevertheless.
The boy’s boldness in writing to him, in requesting such an audience, did not fit with the nervousness that Achilleas thought he could see in him now. He was good at spotting it because those were the small tells that he’d been pulled up on countless times as a child - and occasionally beyond - the signs that betrayed fears and undermined one's purpose. He’d been drilled on them so often, forced into situations that went against his natural tendency toward introversion so that he might learn to overcome them that for the most part, the Baron could disguise any such feelings completely. Only when he was particularly flustered did they sometimes breakthrough.
But the recognition made him somewhat softer toward the young man before him, Achilleas finding himself willing the boy to master himself. And he did after a moment, managing to answer the baron’s question quite thoroughly. And impressively, Achilleas thought, as he studied the young man.
“That is a lot to have studied at such a young age. I admire your dedication in that at least”
He wasn’t certain where and how exactly the boy might fit into his staff but he was sure enough that there would be some use for him, and he was impressed at the gumption of the youth in getting himself this far without so much as an introduction. Or at least, not one that Achilleas could remember as it turned out.
Of course, when prompted, it all fell into place: the friend Sara had been so keen to visit in Athenia. Still, the baron was quick to assert that some connection with his half-sibling was not the way to try and get into his good graces and he felt almost disappointed that the boy had thought to try such a thing.
“No apology necessary” he assured anyway, his tone still measured and his gaze steady on Alastor “I just would rather have you know that any such opportunity was a result of your own merit and not attributed to whatever connection you might claim with Sara.”
For that was another thing Achilleas knew well. He had been lucky, he knew, to have been gifted the education he had and the path that had been set for him before he could even take his first steps was one that many would envy. But there was something to be said for knowing that one’s achievements were earned and not given. He wondered sometimes if his own could be considered so. He certainly worked hard enough, but it had not yet been enough to satisfy those whose opinion he counted highly, and perhaps that was why?
Of course, it didn’t help that his half-siblings were ever a sore point and that the boy had unwittingly prodded it so early in their acquaintance. Achilleas smiled faintly in an attempt to put the moment behind them.
“I’m not sure I understand well enough how your..specialisation works to be able to assign you a role here, Alastor. But I can certainly arrange for you to sit down with my steward who can see where you might best fit. Where do you live currently?”
The baron took a sip from his cup that was more water than wine and gave the youth some space to answer. Did he mean to move to Euttica if he wasn’t already residing here? Would he require accommodation? They were questions he hoped the boy had already considered and had an answer for.
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The boy’s boldness in writing to him, in requesting such an audience, did not fit with the nervousness that Achilleas thought he could see in him now. He was good at spotting it because those were the small tells that he’d been pulled up on countless times as a child - and occasionally beyond - the signs that betrayed fears and undermined one's purpose. He’d been drilled on them so often, forced into situations that went against his natural tendency toward introversion so that he might learn to overcome them that for the most part, the Baron could disguise any such feelings completely. Only when he was particularly flustered did they sometimes breakthrough.
But the recognition made him somewhat softer toward the young man before him, Achilleas finding himself willing the boy to master himself. And he did after a moment, managing to answer the baron’s question quite thoroughly. And impressively, Achilleas thought, as he studied the young man.
“That is a lot to have studied at such a young age. I admire your dedication in that at least”
He wasn’t certain where and how exactly the boy might fit into his staff but he was sure enough that there would be some use for him, and he was impressed at the gumption of the youth in getting himself this far without so much as an introduction. Or at least, not one that Achilleas could remember as it turned out.
Of course, when prompted, it all fell into place: the friend Sara had been so keen to visit in Athenia. Still, the baron was quick to assert that some connection with his half-sibling was not the way to try and get into his good graces and he felt almost disappointed that the boy had thought to try such a thing.
“No apology necessary” he assured anyway, his tone still measured and his gaze steady on Alastor “I just would rather have you know that any such opportunity was a result of your own merit and not attributed to whatever connection you might claim with Sara.”
For that was another thing Achilleas knew well. He had been lucky, he knew, to have been gifted the education he had and the path that had been set for him before he could even take his first steps was one that many would envy. But there was something to be said for knowing that one’s achievements were earned and not given. He wondered sometimes if his own could be considered so. He certainly worked hard enough, but it had not yet been enough to satisfy those whose opinion he counted highly, and perhaps that was why?
Of course, it didn’t help that his half-siblings were ever a sore point and that the boy had unwittingly prodded it so early in their acquaintance. Achilleas smiled faintly in an attempt to put the moment behind them.
“I’m not sure I understand well enough how your..specialisation works to be able to assign you a role here, Alastor. But I can certainly arrange for you to sit down with my steward who can see where you might best fit. Where do you live currently?”
The baron took a sip from his cup that was more water than wine and gave the youth some space to answer. Did he mean to move to Euttica if he wasn’t already residing here? Would he require accommodation? They were questions he hoped the boy had already considered and had an answer for.
The boy’s boldness in writing to him, in requesting such an audience, did not fit with the nervousness that Achilleas thought he could see in him now. He was good at spotting it because those were the small tells that he’d been pulled up on countless times as a child - and occasionally beyond - the signs that betrayed fears and undermined one's purpose. He’d been drilled on them so often, forced into situations that went against his natural tendency toward introversion so that he might learn to overcome them that for the most part, the Baron could disguise any such feelings completely. Only when he was particularly flustered did they sometimes breakthrough.
But the recognition made him somewhat softer toward the young man before him, Achilleas finding himself willing the boy to master himself. And he did after a moment, managing to answer the baron’s question quite thoroughly. And impressively, Achilleas thought, as he studied the young man.
“That is a lot to have studied at such a young age. I admire your dedication in that at least”
He wasn’t certain where and how exactly the boy might fit into his staff but he was sure enough that there would be some use for him, and he was impressed at the gumption of the youth in getting himself this far without so much as an introduction. Or at least, not one that Achilleas could remember as it turned out.
Of course, when prompted, it all fell into place: the friend Sara had been so keen to visit in Athenia. Still, the baron was quick to assert that some connection with his half-sibling was not the way to try and get into his good graces and he felt almost disappointed that the boy had thought to try such a thing.
“No apology necessary” he assured anyway, his tone still measured and his gaze steady on Alastor “I just would rather have you know that any such opportunity was a result of your own merit and not attributed to whatever connection you might claim with Sara.”
For that was another thing Achilleas knew well. He had been lucky, he knew, to have been gifted the education he had and the path that had been set for him before he could even take his first steps was one that many would envy. But there was something to be said for knowing that one’s achievements were earned and not given. He wondered sometimes if his own could be considered so. He certainly worked hard enough, but it had not yet been enough to satisfy those whose opinion he counted highly, and perhaps that was why?
Of course, it didn’t help that his half-siblings were ever a sore point and that the boy had unwittingly prodded it so early in their acquaintance. Achilleas smiled faintly in an attempt to put the moment behind them.
“I’m not sure I understand well enough how your..specialisation works to be able to assign you a role here, Alastor. But I can certainly arrange for you to sit down with my steward who can see where you might best fit. Where do you live currently?”
The baron took a sip from his cup that was more water than wine and gave the youth some space to answer. Did he mean to move to Euttica if he wasn’t already residing here? Would he require accommodation? They were questions he hoped the boy had already considered and had an answer for.
This is your time to show off your talents, Alastor.
The voice, while coming from his mind, wasn't his own. It was an echo of his mother's advice, of the woman who truly encouraged him to follow the path of a scholar into the years of his education. While she was in Vasiliadon, she was apprised of his relative location and his mission. The era of Alastor's study in Athenia was drawing to a close, and now more than ever, it was paramount that he had a path to follow when he returned. While he left all of the power in Lord Achilleas' decision making, it seemed that the other wasn't quite sure what to make of it.
Maybe he'd been too broad with his explanation? At the very least, Achilleas was indulgent, not immediately ending the meeting on the boy's first stumble, and even praising his... dedication to the craft of scholarship.
"Dedication is a way to phrase it. My lord... My mind works on an axis different from other people's, it seems. Some might call it a gift, but regardless of what it is... I've the capacity to remember nearly everything I've read, or heard. My memories do not fade with time. They manifest, as if happening right in front of me."
The world was like a tapestry that constantly changed with the plane of Alastor's imagination. He'd see solid-looking forms in front of him reiterating points they'd made to him, or the words he read come to life in front of him. It happened whether he wanted it to or not, thoughts and vivid memories spurred on by whatever would make them familiar. But, he could draw upon it, if he was calm enough... It was a strange condition of function, but one that was well beyond his or any healer's understanding of how it worked.
So, he called it a fact of existence. It made some jealous, and some nervous. But nevertheless, it was useful.
"I apologize again. That was... as some might call it, an aside. A trivial means of connection in order for two people to find common ground where otherwise none might exist. It's foolish to think a man as honourable as yourself would use nepotism as a way of selecting a candidate for anything."
Was it backtracking? Was the second reiteration maybe excessive? Either way, he explained it away and moved on next to the man's concerns. Or... reservations? He wasn't sure where to place the lord's commentary paired with his questions.
"Currently, I live in Athenia, still. If I haven't mentioned that, I do apologize."
Of course, he'd referenced it in his letter and at the very least alluded to it in their time together now. But, it was important to make that clear as he moved forward.
"I will return permanently to Taengea when Panamos arrives. I had the notion that speaking to you now might act as a means of deciding that answer in the future. I've arrangements to live in Vasiliadon, with my family, upon my return. However, if the need to move elsewhere, here in Euttica, for example, then I'd be able to make that happen before I returned permanently."
Alastor prided himself in being organized, in breaking down a plan into smaller parts as to not be overwhelmed by the entirety of it.
"What questions might you have for me, my lord? So that any misunderstandings can be properly smoothed over?"
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This is your time to show off your talents, Alastor.
The voice, while coming from his mind, wasn't his own. It was an echo of his mother's advice, of the woman who truly encouraged him to follow the path of a scholar into the years of his education. While she was in Vasiliadon, she was apprised of his relative location and his mission. The era of Alastor's study in Athenia was drawing to a close, and now more than ever, it was paramount that he had a path to follow when he returned. While he left all of the power in Lord Achilleas' decision making, it seemed that the other wasn't quite sure what to make of it.
Maybe he'd been too broad with his explanation? At the very least, Achilleas was indulgent, not immediately ending the meeting on the boy's first stumble, and even praising his... dedication to the craft of scholarship.
"Dedication is a way to phrase it. My lord... My mind works on an axis different from other people's, it seems. Some might call it a gift, but regardless of what it is... I've the capacity to remember nearly everything I've read, or heard. My memories do not fade with time. They manifest, as if happening right in front of me."
The world was like a tapestry that constantly changed with the plane of Alastor's imagination. He'd see solid-looking forms in front of him reiterating points they'd made to him, or the words he read come to life in front of him. It happened whether he wanted it to or not, thoughts and vivid memories spurred on by whatever would make them familiar. But, he could draw upon it, if he was calm enough... It was a strange condition of function, but one that was well beyond his or any healer's understanding of how it worked.
So, he called it a fact of existence. It made some jealous, and some nervous. But nevertheless, it was useful.
"I apologize again. That was... as some might call it, an aside. A trivial means of connection in order for two people to find common ground where otherwise none might exist. It's foolish to think a man as honourable as yourself would use nepotism as a way of selecting a candidate for anything."
Was it backtracking? Was the second reiteration maybe excessive? Either way, he explained it away and moved on next to the man's concerns. Or... reservations? He wasn't sure where to place the lord's commentary paired with his questions.
"Currently, I live in Athenia, still. If I haven't mentioned that, I do apologize."
Of course, he'd referenced it in his letter and at the very least alluded to it in their time together now. But, it was important to make that clear as he moved forward.
"I will return permanently to Taengea when Panamos arrives. I had the notion that speaking to you now might act as a means of deciding that answer in the future. I've arrangements to live in Vasiliadon, with my family, upon my return. However, if the need to move elsewhere, here in Euttica, for example, then I'd be able to make that happen before I returned permanently."
Alastor prided himself in being organized, in breaking down a plan into smaller parts as to not be overwhelmed by the entirety of it.
"What questions might you have for me, my lord? So that any misunderstandings can be properly smoothed over?"
This is your time to show off your talents, Alastor.
The voice, while coming from his mind, wasn't his own. It was an echo of his mother's advice, of the woman who truly encouraged him to follow the path of a scholar into the years of his education. While she was in Vasiliadon, she was apprised of his relative location and his mission. The era of Alastor's study in Athenia was drawing to a close, and now more than ever, it was paramount that he had a path to follow when he returned. While he left all of the power in Lord Achilleas' decision making, it seemed that the other wasn't quite sure what to make of it.
Maybe he'd been too broad with his explanation? At the very least, Achilleas was indulgent, not immediately ending the meeting on the boy's first stumble, and even praising his... dedication to the craft of scholarship.
"Dedication is a way to phrase it. My lord... My mind works on an axis different from other people's, it seems. Some might call it a gift, but regardless of what it is... I've the capacity to remember nearly everything I've read, or heard. My memories do not fade with time. They manifest, as if happening right in front of me."
The world was like a tapestry that constantly changed with the plane of Alastor's imagination. He'd see solid-looking forms in front of him reiterating points they'd made to him, or the words he read come to life in front of him. It happened whether he wanted it to or not, thoughts and vivid memories spurred on by whatever would make them familiar. But, he could draw upon it, if he was calm enough... It was a strange condition of function, but one that was well beyond his or any healer's understanding of how it worked.
So, he called it a fact of existence. It made some jealous, and some nervous. But nevertheless, it was useful.
"I apologize again. That was... as some might call it, an aside. A trivial means of connection in order for two people to find common ground where otherwise none might exist. It's foolish to think a man as honourable as yourself would use nepotism as a way of selecting a candidate for anything."
Was it backtracking? Was the second reiteration maybe excessive? Either way, he explained it away and moved on next to the man's concerns. Or... reservations? He wasn't sure where to place the lord's commentary paired with his questions.
"Currently, I live in Athenia, still. If I haven't mentioned that, I do apologize."
Of course, he'd referenced it in his letter and at the very least alluded to it in their time together now. But, it was important to make that clear as he moved forward.
"I will return permanently to Taengea when Panamos arrives. I had the notion that speaking to you now might act as a means of deciding that answer in the future. I've arrangements to live in Vasiliadon, with my family, upon my return. However, if the need to move elsewhere, here in Euttica, for example, then I'd be able to make that happen before I returned permanently."
Alastor prided himself in being organized, in breaking down a plan into smaller parts as to not be overwhelmed by the entirety of it.
"What questions might you have for me, my lord? So that any misunderstandings can be properly smoothed over?"
Achilleas lifted his eyebrows as he listened to the young man explain what sounded like an..interesting talent. He’d heard of something similar where people supposedly never forgot a single thing, but he had never come across it directly or heard it described in such a fashion.
“So you recall everything in perfect clarity then? That is...a useful skill I’m sure. It must make your studies a lot easier? If you can just recite the writings of scholars by rote?”
Achilleas had been a good student, but he had worked hard to ensure it. Something was dissatisfying about the notion that this boy could sail through without having to look at a text more than once. But the Mikaelidas lord could see the advantage of having such a mind in his employ as well.
He waved away the second apology, thinking he had had made his position quite clear in regards to his half-sister and not expecting to hear anything further about it. In truth he was slightly annoyed for not having recalled the connection himself, he should have recognised the name and put two and two together.
The question as to where the boy lived was not terribly important, he could leave Petros to address such issues with him. He was more testing to see how prepared the young man was if he had started to think about the practicalities of what he asked for.
“So you would be looking for something to commence in Panamos? I can see no issue preventing it, and as I said, I’ll introduce you to my steward before you leave so you might speak in more detail about where we might be able to use you. I would say they would certainly require your residence here in Euttica, though there might be times you are useful in the capital.”
The boy would not be admitted into the senate meetings of course but there were occasions where Achilleas’ presence was demanded in Vasiliadon for smaller-scale meetings. It would give the boy some exposure if he proved himself capable.
When Alastor prompted him to ask any further questions, the Mikaelidas Lord smiled faintly at being so ‘managed’. That was usually his role, after all. “I do not believe I have any further questions at this point. Alastor. You claim to possess some useful skills and have demonstrated an enthusiasm and commitment by presenting yourself here today, that is enough to warrant a chance to prove yourself at least. What of you though, is there anything you would like to know?”
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Achilleas lifted his eyebrows as he listened to the young man explain what sounded like an..interesting talent. He’d heard of something similar where people supposedly never forgot a single thing, but he had never come across it directly or heard it described in such a fashion.
“So you recall everything in perfect clarity then? That is...a useful skill I’m sure. It must make your studies a lot easier? If you can just recite the writings of scholars by rote?”
Achilleas had been a good student, but he had worked hard to ensure it. Something was dissatisfying about the notion that this boy could sail through without having to look at a text more than once. But the Mikaelidas lord could see the advantage of having such a mind in his employ as well.
He waved away the second apology, thinking he had had made his position quite clear in regards to his half-sister and not expecting to hear anything further about it. In truth he was slightly annoyed for not having recalled the connection himself, he should have recognised the name and put two and two together.
The question as to where the boy lived was not terribly important, he could leave Petros to address such issues with him. He was more testing to see how prepared the young man was if he had started to think about the practicalities of what he asked for.
“So you would be looking for something to commence in Panamos? I can see no issue preventing it, and as I said, I’ll introduce you to my steward before you leave so you might speak in more detail about where we might be able to use you. I would say they would certainly require your residence here in Euttica, though there might be times you are useful in the capital.”
The boy would not be admitted into the senate meetings of course but there were occasions where Achilleas’ presence was demanded in Vasiliadon for smaller-scale meetings. It would give the boy some exposure if he proved himself capable.
When Alastor prompted him to ask any further questions, the Mikaelidas Lord smiled faintly at being so ‘managed’. That was usually his role, after all. “I do not believe I have any further questions at this point. Alastor. You claim to possess some useful skills and have demonstrated an enthusiasm and commitment by presenting yourself here today, that is enough to warrant a chance to prove yourself at least. What of you though, is there anything you would like to know?”
Achilleas lifted his eyebrows as he listened to the young man explain what sounded like an..interesting talent. He’d heard of something similar where people supposedly never forgot a single thing, but he had never come across it directly or heard it described in such a fashion.
“So you recall everything in perfect clarity then? That is...a useful skill I’m sure. It must make your studies a lot easier? If you can just recite the writings of scholars by rote?”
Achilleas had been a good student, but he had worked hard to ensure it. Something was dissatisfying about the notion that this boy could sail through without having to look at a text more than once. But the Mikaelidas lord could see the advantage of having such a mind in his employ as well.
He waved away the second apology, thinking he had had made his position quite clear in regards to his half-sister and not expecting to hear anything further about it. In truth he was slightly annoyed for not having recalled the connection himself, he should have recognised the name and put two and two together.
The question as to where the boy lived was not terribly important, he could leave Petros to address such issues with him. He was more testing to see how prepared the young man was if he had started to think about the practicalities of what he asked for.
“So you would be looking for something to commence in Panamos? I can see no issue preventing it, and as I said, I’ll introduce you to my steward before you leave so you might speak in more detail about where we might be able to use you. I would say they would certainly require your residence here in Euttica, though there might be times you are useful in the capital.”
The boy would not be admitted into the senate meetings of course but there were occasions where Achilleas’ presence was demanded in Vasiliadon for smaller-scale meetings. It would give the boy some exposure if he proved himself capable.
When Alastor prompted him to ask any further questions, the Mikaelidas Lord smiled faintly at being so ‘managed’. That was usually his role, after all. “I do not believe I have any further questions at this point. Alastor. You claim to possess some useful skills and have demonstrated an enthusiasm and commitment by presenting yourself here today, that is enough to warrant a chance to prove yourself at least. What of you though, is there anything you would like to know?”
Yes, what Lord Achilleas implied was true. Alastor certainly had it easier than many of his peers when studying at the Scholeio of Athenia. His obstacles came... elsewhere. Still, he remembered the days where his nibs and ink were stolen away from him, where he was ridiculed and laughed at by the jealous or the hateful. The life Alastor led in order to obtain his thorough educational foundation was not simpler for his gifts... it was a complication that created obstacles between him and a life of normalcy.
But, it wasn't the right moment for him to tell that to much of anyone. Complaining about such a potent gift due to outside intervention would do nothing to impress Achilleas. He merely nodded at the man, a ghost of a smile carved upon his features. In his voice, the festering ire could be interpreted, but his features did little to reinforce the notion.
"It certainly helped. This gift doesn't exactly help with critical thinking or mathematics, but being able to draw on everything learned beforehand certainly closes the gap, my lord. This... gift is the reason my family sent me off to Athenia, to pursue a different life from theirs."
It was good to see his apology waved away. Of course he wouldn't speak to the point of his friendship with Sara further. Not unless prompted to and it seemed that the Lord Achilleas did not wish to do that. Whatever the relationship between the lord and his illegitimate sister... it wasn't Alastor's place to pry. But, even so, he learned something. Lord Achilleas seemed unwilling to acknowledge her existence in a lot of ways. It was a shame, given just how special the girl was. He's missing out, Alastor thought, but left it at that.
The future was what mattered in the moment. Alastor listened carefully to the lord, the smile waxing upon his features at the thought of being prompted to move to Euttica. He'd been many a time, his escapades with Sara often taking place in the province. He knew it nearly as well as he knew Vasiliadon, aned while his parents might lament the idea of him leaving home so soon after his arrival... It would bring honour to everyone in his family if he was asked to do that.
Alastor was useful, he was competent and even the obstacles in his path that he himself laid, his doubts and reservations, would not stop him in his effort to climb the ladder of society and come out the other side. It was a necessity, for him to do this, even if the idea of mingling with people was abhorrent to him. He built his resolution here, to continue to improve, in all areas of his life.
When I return home, I'll even tell Sara how I feel.
How ironic was it that the man who failed to acknowledge her existence was the one to persuade Alastor to acknowledge his feelings for her? He nearly chuckled at the thought, letting it whirl by as the lord continued to speak. Of course, he was still listening. The answer made sense. Alastor's 'pitch' was rather straight-forward, either Lord Achilleas would see a use for him or he wouldn't. But, he did. And then, he gave Alastor a number of praises. Entirely unexpected, but not unappreciated.
The smile grew wider upon Alastor's lips as the man finally finished speaking, prompting him with a similar question about questions. It was the mark of an attentive listener, which Alastor himself always striven to be, to ask another of their questions. A good trait in any sort of leader. He was growing excited at the prospect of working for this man, even despite the faults he could see in him.
"I do, actually. I am curious, my lord, about whether I should contact you again to follow up on this... offer of yours. My thought was to send a letter predating my arrival. My reason for returning one last time is to complete a few more courses that interested me. I am on an accelerated track and there should be no delays in my return. But, I'd very much like to meet your steward so as to not bother you further with the trivial details. I'm sure you're very busy and I'm interrupting your day."
Consideration for the time of others was something he'd need to become better at. While Achilleas was not the wrong person to address his concerns, the lord had bigger things to deal with than the ramblings of a child.
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Yes, what Lord Achilleas implied was true. Alastor certainly had it easier than many of his peers when studying at the Scholeio of Athenia. His obstacles came... elsewhere. Still, he remembered the days where his nibs and ink were stolen away from him, where he was ridiculed and laughed at by the jealous or the hateful. The life Alastor led in order to obtain his thorough educational foundation was not simpler for his gifts... it was a complication that created obstacles between him and a life of normalcy.
But, it wasn't the right moment for him to tell that to much of anyone. Complaining about such a potent gift due to outside intervention would do nothing to impress Achilleas. He merely nodded at the man, a ghost of a smile carved upon his features. In his voice, the festering ire could be interpreted, but his features did little to reinforce the notion.
"It certainly helped. This gift doesn't exactly help with critical thinking or mathematics, but being able to draw on everything learned beforehand certainly closes the gap, my lord. This... gift is the reason my family sent me off to Athenia, to pursue a different life from theirs."
It was good to see his apology waved away. Of course he wouldn't speak to the point of his friendship with Sara further. Not unless prompted to and it seemed that the Lord Achilleas did not wish to do that. Whatever the relationship between the lord and his illegitimate sister... it wasn't Alastor's place to pry. But, even so, he learned something. Lord Achilleas seemed unwilling to acknowledge her existence in a lot of ways. It was a shame, given just how special the girl was. He's missing out, Alastor thought, but left it at that.
The future was what mattered in the moment. Alastor listened carefully to the lord, the smile waxing upon his features at the thought of being prompted to move to Euttica. He'd been many a time, his escapades with Sara often taking place in the province. He knew it nearly as well as he knew Vasiliadon, aned while his parents might lament the idea of him leaving home so soon after his arrival... It would bring honour to everyone in his family if he was asked to do that.
Alastor was useful, he was competent and even the obstacles in his path that he himself laid, his doubts and reservations, would not stop him in his effort to climb the ladder of society and come out the other side. It was a necessity, for him to do this, even if the idea of mingling with people was abhorrent to him. He built his resolution here, to continue to improve, in all areas of his life.
When I return home, I'll even tell Sara how I feel.
How ironic was it that the man who failed to acknowledge her existence was the one to persuade Alastor to acknowledge his feelings for her? He nearly chuckled at the thought, letting it whirl by as the lord continued to speak. Of course, he was still listening. The answer made sense. Alastor's 'pitch' was rather straight-forward, either Lord Achilleas would see a use for him or he wouldn't. But, he did. And then, he gave Alastor a number of praises. Entirely unexpected, but not unappreciated.
The smile grew wider upon Alastor's lips as the man finally finished speaking, prompting him with a similar question about questions. It was the mark of an attentive listener, which Alastor himself always striven to be, to ask another of their questions. A good trait in any sort of leader. He was growing excited at the prospect of working for this man, even despite the faults he could see in him.
"I do, actually. I am curious, my lord, about whether I should contact you again to follow up on this... offer of yours. My thought was to send a letter predating my arrival. My reason for returning one last time is to complete a few more courses that interested me. I am on an accelerated track and there should be no delays in my return. But, I'd very much like to meet your steward so as to not bother you further with the trivial details. I'm sure you're very busy and I'm interrupting your day."
Consideration for the time of others was something he'd need to become better at. While Achilleas was not the wrong person to address his concerns, the lord had bigger things to deal with than the ramblings of a child.
Yes, what Lord Achilleas implied was true. Alastor certainly had it easier than many of his peers when studying at the Scholeio of Athenia. His obstacles came... elsewhere. Still, he remembered the days where his nibs and ink were stolen away from him, where he was ridiculed and laughed at by the jealous or the hateful. The life Alastor led in order to obtain his thorough educational foundation was not simpler for his gifts... it was a complication that created obstacles between him and a life of normalcy.
But, it wasn't the right moment for him to tell that to much of anyone. Complaining about such a potent gift due to outside intervention would do nothing to impress Achilleas. He merely nodded at the man, a ghost of a smile carved upon his features. In his voice, the festering ire could be interpreted, but his features did little to reinforce the notion.
"It certainly helped. This gift doesn't exactly help with critical thinking or mathematics, but being able to draw on everything learned beforehand certainly closes the gap, my lord. This... gift is the reason my family sent me off to Athenia, to pursue a different life from theirs."
It was good to see his apology waved away. Of course he wouldn't speak to the point of his friendship with Sara further. Not unless prompted to and it seemed that the Lord Achilleas did not wish to do that. Whatever the relationship between the lord and his illegitimate sister... it wasn't Alastor's place to pry. But, even so, he learned something. Lord Achilleas seemed unwilling to acknowledge her existence in a lot of ways. It was a shame, given just how special the girl was. He's missing out, Alastor thought, but left it at that.
The future was what mattered in the moment. Alastor listened carefully to the lord, the smile waxing upon his features at the thought of being prompted to move to Euttica. He'd been many a time, his escapades with Sara often taking place in the province. He knew it nearly as well as he knew Vasiliadon, aned while his parents might lament the idea of him leaving home so soon after his arrival... It would bring honour to everyone in his family if he was asked to do that.
Alastor was useful, he was competent and even the obstacles in his path that he himself laid, his doubts and reservations, would not stop him in his effort to climb the ladder of society and come out the other side. It was a necessity, for him to do this, even if the idea of mingling with people was abhorrent to him. He built his resolution here, to continue to improve, in all areas of his life.
When I return home, I'll even tell Sara how I feel.
How ironic was it that the man who failed to acknowledge her existence was the one to persuade Alastor to acknowledge his feelings for her? He nearly chuckled at the thought, letting it whirl by as the lord continued to speak. Of course, he was still listening. The answer made sense. Alastor's 'pitch' was rather straight-forward, either Lord Achilleas would see a use for him or he wouldn't. But, he did. And then, he gave Alastor a number of praises. Entirely unexpected, but not unappreciated.
The smile grew wider upon Alastor's lips as the man finally finished speaking, prompting him with a similar question about questions. It was the mark of an attentive listener, which Alastor himself always striven to be, to ask another of their questions. A good trait in any sort of leader. He was growing excited at the prospect of working for this man, even despite the faults he could see in him.
"I do, actually. I am curious, my lord, about whether I should contact you again to follow up on this... offer of yours. My thought was to send a letter predating my arrival. My reason for returning one last time is to complete a few more courses that interested me. I am on an accelerated track and there should be no delays in my return. But, I'd very much like to meet your steward so as to not bother you further with the trivial details. I'm sure you're very busy and I'm interrupting your day."
Consideration for the time of others was something he'd need to become better at. While Achilleas was not the wrong person to address his concerns, the lord had bigger things to deal with than the ramblings of a child.
It was not hard to imagine how the boy’s parents would have seen the opportunity for something different, something more in their child, granted with the gift he possessed. The young man could achieve things others of such humble origins would not, and Achilleas could only think well of his parents for arming him with the tools to better himself. And his good opinion was only increased by the fact that Alastor had the wherewithal to use such tools and look to carve his own future.
When the young man asked whom he should contact going forward, Achilleas did not have to pause to consider it. He was glad to have met the boy - he liked to know those who worked in his name, but there was really no need for the baron to be involved in the minutiae of whatever position Petros found for him. He would see him again when he was in the role he was sure.
“It’s certainly not an interruption, but yes, I will leave you in the capable hands of Petros to smooth out the detail. Go and do what you need to do in Athenia and when you are ready then you can resume this discussion with the man.”
As he spoke, Achilleas stood and motioned for the younger man to follow, leading him out into the hallways of the manor, through the main foyer into a smaller room that clearly served as some kind of study, and here the older man whom had shown Alastor in rose to his feet and peered at him.
“Petros, Alastor, Alastor, Petros,” Achilleas said simply with a wave of his hand. “No doubt you read the boy’s letter, so you know why he’s here” The baron went on, clearly addressing the steward. “ I like him, you can arrange for the rest?” There was an expectant air to the question, and the older man gave Achilleas a long look before he nodded. “Of course, my lord. Leave it with me.”
And that seemed to satisfy the baron well enough, as he turned to Alastor and gave the smallest of nods. “Very well. Alastor, I hope the rest of your time in Athenia is fruitful. Perhaps I will see you in Panamos” With that and a polite smile, the barn turned and left his visitor to account for himself to the steward and set in ink the arrangements for his future in Euttica.
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It was not hard to imagine how the boy’s parents would have seen the opportunity for something different, something more in their child, granted with the gift he possessed. The young man could achieve things others of such humble origins would not, and Achilleas could only think well of his parents for arming him with the tools to better himself. And his good opinion was only increased by the fact that Alastor had the wherewithal to use such tools and look to carve his own future.
When the young man asked whom he should contact going forward, Achilleas did not have to pause to consider it. He was glad to have met the boy - he liked to know those who worked in his name, but there was really no need for the baron to be involved in the minutiae of whatever position Petros found for him. He would see him again when he was in the role he was sure.
“It’s certainly not an interruption, but yes, I will leave you in the capable hands of Petros to smooth out the detail. Go and do what you need to do in Athenia and when you are ready then you can resume this discussion with the man.”
As he spoke, Achilleas stood and motioned for the younger man to follow, leading him out into the hallways of the manor, through the main foyer into a smaller room that clearly served as some kind of study, and here the older man whom had shown Alastor in rose to his feet and peered at him.
“Petros, Alastor, Alastor, Petros,” Achilleas said simply with a wave of his hand. “No doubt you read the boy’s letter, so you know why he’s here” The baron went on, clearly addressing the steward. “ I like him, you can arrange for the rest?” There was an expectant air to the question, and the older man gave Achilleas a long look before he nodded. “Of course, my lord. Leave it with me.”
And that seemed to satisfy the baron well enough, as he turned to Alastor and gave the smallest of nods. “Very well. Alastor, I hope the rest of your time in Athenia is fruitful. Perhaps I will see you in Panamos” With that and a polite smile, the barn turned and left his visitor to account for himself to the steward and set in ink the arrangements for his future in Euttica.
It was not hard to imagine how the boy’s parents would have seen the opportunity for something different, something more in their child, granted with the gift he possessed. The young man could achieve things others of such humble origins would not, and Achilleas could only think well of his parents for arming him with the tools to better himself. And his good opinion was only increased by the fact that Alastor had the wherewithal to use such tools and look to carve his own future.
When the young man asked whom he should contact going forward, Achilleas did not have to pause to consider it. He was glad to have met the boy - he liked to know those who worked in his name, but there was really no need for the baron to be involved in the minutiae of whatever position Petros found for him. He would see him again when he was in the role he was sure.
“It’s certainly not an interruption, but yes, I will leave you in the capable hands of Petros to smooth out the detail. Go and do what you need to do in Athenia and when you are ready then you can resume this discussion with the man.”
As he spoke, Achilleas stood and motioned for the younger man to follow, leading him out into the hallways of the manor, through the main foyer into a smaller room that clearly served as some kind of study, and here the older man whom had shown Alastor in rose to his feet and peered at him.
“Petros, Alastor, Alastor, Petros,” Achilleas said simply with a wave of his hand. “No doubt you read the boy’s letter, so you know why he’s here” The baron went on, clearly addressing the steward. “ I like him, you can arrange for the rest?” There was an expectant air to the question, and the older man gave Achilleas a long look before he nodded. “Of course, my lord. Leave it with me.”
And that seemed to satisfy the baron well enough, as he turned to Alastor and gave the smallest of nods. “Very well. Alastor, I hope the rest of your time in Athenia is fruitful. Perhaps I will see you in Panamos” With that and a polite smile, the barn turned and left his visitor to account for himself to the steward and set in ink the arrangements for his future in Euttica.