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If he took a moment to step back and look at the series of events that led up to this moment, he would likely agree that it was perhaps not the behavior for a man who had his own barony and a place on the senate of Taengea. However, it was exactly where he as a brother was expected to be when his little sister's pretty best friend asked him to do just about anything.
The plan was simple, at least Melina had made it seem simple when they had jokingly discussed it and then it suddenly became real. All he had to do was get the pack of dye she'd brought from Vasiliadon into the oils Dorothea used to wash herself in the morning, and the prank would play itself out with a good laugh. After a few subsequent dye-less washings the green tinge would wear off and they could all go about their lives a little bit closer and with a great laugh between them all. As he was currently hanging onto the windowsill of Dorothea's bedroom wondering how to heave himself over and into the room without alerting the girls or the maids just in the other room though, Iason had some doubts.
His arms were getting tired, which clearly meant he just had to spend more time training and working with the horses, but there was a maid humming as she prepared the bath and taking her sweet time about it. Melina had promised to cause some sort of distraction so that he could haul himself up and get the packed of dye into the oils, but she was taking her time with that as well. If he was smooth as Emiios he was sure he could swing himself up and seduce the maid into letting him do what he wanted, but he was far too awkward around most women and he didn't have half of his cousin's suave behaviors. So instead, Iason of Dimitrou waited, hanging from a windowsill with a packet of dye in his pocket waiting to hear noises fade before he could complete his task.
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If he took a moment to step back and look at the series of events that led up to this moment, he would likely agree that it was perhaps not the behavior for a man who had his own barony and a place on the senate of Taengea. However, it was exactly where he as a brother was expected to be when his little sister's pretty best friend asked him to do just about anything.
The plan was simple, at least Melina had made it seem simple when they had jokingly discussed it and then it suddenly became real. All he had to do was get the pack of dye she'd brought from Vasiliadon into the oils Dorothea used to wash herself in the morning, and the prank would play itself out with a good laugh. After a few subsequent dye-less washings the green tinge would wear off and they could all go about their lives a little bit closer and with a great laugh between them all. As he was currently hanging onto the windowsill of Dorothea's bedroom wondering how to heave himself over and into the room without alerting the girls or the maids just in the other room though, Iason had some doubts.
His arms were getting tired, which clearly meant he just had to spend more time training and working with the horses, but there was a maid humming as she prepared the bath and taking her sweet time about it. Melina had promised to cause some sort of distraction so that he could haul himself up and get the packed of dye into the oils, but she was taking her time with that as well. If he was smooth as Emiios he was sure he could swing himself up and seduce the maid into letting him do what he wanted, but he was far too awkward around most women and he didn't have half of his cousin's suave behaviors. So instead, Iason of Dimitrou waited, hanging from a windowsill with a packet of dye in his pocket waiting to hear noises fade before he could complete his task.
If he took a moment to step back and look at the series of events that led up to this moment, he would likely agree that it was perhaps not the behavior for a man who had his own barony and a place on the senate of Taengea. However, it was exactly where he as a brother was expected to be when his little sister's pretty best friend asked him to do just about anything.
The plan was simple, at least Melina had made it seem simple when they had jokingly discussed it and then it suddenly became real. All he had to do was get the pack of dye she'd brought from Vasiliadon into the oils Dorothea used to wash herself in the morning, and the prank would play itself out with a good laugh. After a few subsequent dye-less washings the green tinge would wear off and they could all go about their lives a little bit closer and with a great laugh between them all. As he was currently hanging onto the windowsill of Dorothea's bedroom wondering how to heave himself over and into the room without alerting the girls or the maids just in the other room though, Iason had some doubts.
His arms were getting tired, which clearly meant he just had to spend more time training and working with the horses, but there was a maid humming as she prepared the bath and taking her sweet time about it. Melina had promised to cause some sort of distraction so that he could haul himself up and get the packed of dye into the oils, but she was taking her time with that as well. If he was smooth as Emiios he was sure he could swing himself up and seduce the maid into letting him do what he wanted, but he was far too awkward around most women and he didn't have half of his cousin's suave behaviors. So instead, Iason of Dimitrou waited, hanging from a windowsill with a packet of dye in his pocket waiting to hear noises fade before he could complete his task.
Whatever Iason says about the series of events, that wasn’t how it went down. Let Melina tell the real story of what took place:
It all started with a joke. Perhaps it was the last time Melina slept over or the time before that, she and Iason spoke. Now, the pair joking was not necessarily the rarest thing. Melina felt much more comfortable with the Dimitrou than she did with her own family. But let the record know it was Iason who started with the joke. It was his idea. Not Melina- she was innocent of all crimes.
But Melina, being the innocent and easily convinced woman she was, found herself bringing a pack of green dye with her to the sleepover. It just so happened that Iason was also at the Dimitrou house instead of at his barony. The stars aligned, and Iason set the plans in motion. All that was needed from Melina was a distraction.
People of the court, let it be known that it was Iason of Dimitrou handling the dyes. Melina of Leventi did nothing… nothing but accidentally drop a mug of wine that she was meaning to drink in Dorothea’s room while she waited for her friend to finish speaking with her younger sister. “Oh whoops! Can I have some help?” Melina called and luckily the maid from Dorothea’s room came out, scurrying over to help clean the wine before it stained something awfully important. “I’m so so sorry.” She said to the maid, her wide innocent eyes brimming with pure guilt- like the wine was some disaster of Melina’s creation.
“It’s no problem, my lady!” She assured, standing up. “Let me go get something to soak this up. I’ll be but a moment.”
“Thank you,” Melina smiled and when she was gone, the smile faded. All Melina did was supply the dye that Iason could have used for anything other than pranking his sister. Now, was she excited to see if green truly was Dorothea’s color? Yes, but never in a million years would she do that to her best friend. She cared for her far too much. And Melina, as a good Leventi lady should be, was above such childish pranks.
Whatever Iason says about the series of events was a lie. This was how it really went down.
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Whatever Iason says about the series of events, that wasn’t how it went down. Let Melina tell the real story of what took place:
It all started with a joke. Perhaps it was the last time Melina slept over or the time before that, she and Iason spoke. Now, the pair joking was not necessarily the rarest thing. Melina felt much more comfortable with the Dimitrou than she did with her own family. But let the record know it was Iason who started with the joke. It was his idea. Not Melina- she was innocent of all crimes.
But Melina, being the innocent and easily convinced woman she was, found herself bringing a pack of green dye with her to the sleepover. It just so happened that Iason was also at the Dimitrou house instead of at his barony. The stars aligned, and Iason set the plans in motion. All that was needed from Melina was a distraction.
People of the court, let it be known that it was Iason of Dimitrou handling the dyes. Melina of Leventi did nothing… nothing but accidentally drop a mug of wine that she was meaning to drink in Dorothea’s room while she waited for her friend to finish speaking with her younger sister. “Oh whoops! Can I have some help?” Melina called and luckily the maid from Dorothea’s room came out, scurrying over to help clean the wine before it stained something awfully important. “I’m so so sorry.” She said to the maid, her wide innocent eyes brimming with pure guilt- like the wine was some disaster of Melina’s creation.
“It’s no problem, my lady!” She assured, standing up. “Let me go get something to soak this up. I’ll be but a moment.”
“Thank you,” Melina smiled and when she was gone, the smile faded. All Melina did was supply the dye that Iason could have used for anything other than pranking his sister. Now, was she excited to see if green truly was Dorothea’s color? Yes, but never in a million years would she do that to her best friend. She cared for her far too much. And Melina, as a good Leventi lady should be, was above such childish pranks.
Whatever Iason says about the series of events was a lie. This was how it really went down.
Whatever Iason says about the series of events, that wasn’t how it went down. Let Melina tell the real story of what took place:
It all started with a joke. Perhaps it was the last time Melina slept over or the time before that, she and Iason spoke. Now, the pair joking was not necessarily the rarest thing. Melina felt much more comfortable with the Dimitrou than she did with her own family. But let the record know it was Iason who started with the joke. It was his idea. Not Melina- she was innocent of all crimes.
But Melina, being the innocent and easily convinced woman she was, found herself bringing a pack of green dye with her to the sleepover. It just so happened that Iason was also at the Dimitrou house instead of at his barony. The stars aligned, and Iason set the plans in motion. All that was needed from Melina was a distraction.
People of the court, let it be known that it was Iason of Dimitrou handling the dyes. Melina of Leventi did nothing… nothing but accidentally drop a mug of wine that she was meaning to drink in Dorothea’s room while she waited for her friend to finish speaking with her younger sister. “Oh whoops! Can I have some help?” Melina called and luckily the maid from Dorothea’s room came out, scurrying over to help clean the wine before it stained something awfully important. “I’m so so sorry.” She said to the maid, her wide innocent eyes brimming with pure guilt- like the wine was some disaster of Melina’s creation.
“It’s no problem, my lady!” She assured, standing up. “Let me go get something to soak this up. I’ll be but a moment.”
“Thank you,” Melina smiled and when she was gone, the smile faded. All Melina did was supply the dye that Iason could have used for anything other than pranking his sister. Now, was she excited to see if green truly was Dorothea’s color? Yes, but never in a million years would she do that to her best friend. She cared for her far too much. And Melina, as a good Leventi lady should be, was above such childish pranks.
Whatever Iason says about the series of events was a lie. This was how it really went down.
The clattering of the wine followed by Melina's shriek for assistance was the distraction he'd been waiting for. Swinging over the window ledge finally, Iason maneuvered his way past things that could be knocked over accidentally, gingerly stepping around a floorboard that squeaked and glancing to the door every few moments to make sure no one would walk in. It wasn't as if he'd get in all that much trouble, he could have walked past everyone in the other room with little questioning but then it would have been obvious who the perpetrator of the green lady.
He found the water being heated over the fire, the oils that Dorothea used sitting by the side of the tub prepared for whenever she took her morning washing. One in particular looked promising, with a smaller opening that the bag of dye wouldn't block entirely, but wouldn't reveal the new color until it had at least been poured into her hands. He didn't have any high hopes about turning the entirety of his sister green, if they could color her palms at the least he would feel a sense of victory.
Dropping the packet into the vial, he gave it a swirl to activate the process before the sound of approaching footsteps sent him into a panic. Iason set the bottle back down where he'd found it, quickly moving across the room and all but throwing himself back out the window. It was lucky that the foliage beneath the windowsill was soft, and he tried to keep his grunt at the impact to a minimum, sprinting toward the forest as soon as he was sure no one had poked their head out to try to see where he'd gone. If he waited a few minutes to catch his breath, no one would question Iason of Dimitrou exiting the woods and returning to the main house for breakfast, he frequently took long walks or rides in the paths by his father's house.
A hint of green stained the tips of his fingers, but it would all easily be worth it. Perhaps when Dodo was less angry they would all have a good laugh about it. Or, perhaps his sister had always wanted to be green and they were really just making her greatest dream come true without even knowing it. That would be just his luck in his attempt at a prank, to discover it was the supposed victims wish.
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The clattering of the wine followed by Melina's shriek for assistance was the distraction he'd been waiting for. Swinging over the window ledge finally, Iason maneuvered his way past things that could be knocked over accidentally, gingerly stepping around a floorboard that squeaked and glancing to the door every few moments to make sure no one would walk in. It wasn't as if he'd get in all that much trouble, he could have walked past everyone in the other room with little questioning but then it would have been obvious who the perpetrator of the green lady.
He found the water being heated over the fire, the oils that Dorothea used sitting by the side of the tub prepared for whenever she took her morning washing. One in particular looked promising, with a smaller opening that the bag of dye wouldn't block entirely, but wouldn't reveal the new color until it had at least been poured into her hands. He didn't have any high hopes about turning the entirety of his sister green, if they could color her palms at the least he would feel a sense of victory.
Dropping the packet into the vial, he gave it a swirl to activate the process before the sound of approaching footsteps sent him into a panic. Iason set the bottle back down where he'd found it, quickly moving across the room and all but throwing himself back out the window. It was lucky that the foliage beneath the windowsill was soft, and he tried to keep his grunt at the impact to a minimum, sprinting toward the forest as soon as he was sure no one had poked their head out to try to see where he'd gone. If he waited a few minutes to catch his breath, no one would question Iason of Dimitrou exiting the woods and returning to the main house for breakfast, he frequently took long walks or rides in the paths by his father's house.
A hint of green stained the tips of his fingers, but it would all easily be worth it. Perhaps when Dodo was less angry they would all have a good laugh about it. Or, perhaps his sister had always wanted to be green and they were really just making her greatest dream come true without even knowing it. That would be just his luck in his attempt at a prank, to discover it was the supposed victims wish.
The clattering of the wine followed by Melina's shriek for assistance was the distraction he'd been waiting for. Swinging over the window ledge finally, Iason maneuvered his way past things that could be knocked over accidentally, gingerly stepping around a floorboard that squeaked and glancing to the door every few moments to make sure no one would walk in. It wasn't as if he'd get in all that much trouble, he could have walked past everyone in the other room with little questioning but then it would have been obvious who the perpetrator of the green lady.
He found the water being heated over the fire, the oils that Dorothea used sitting by the side of the tub prepared for whenever she took her morning washing. One in particular looked promising, with a smaller opening that the bag of dye wouldn't block entirely, but wouldn't reveal the new color until it had at least been poured into her hands. He didn't have any high hopes about turning the entirety of his sister green, if they could color her palms at the least he would feel a sense of victory.
Dropping the packet into the vial, he gave it a swirl to activate the process before the sound of approaching footsteps sent him into a panic. Iason set the bottle back down where he'd found it, quickly moving across the room and all but throwing himself back out the window. It was lucky that the foliage beneath the windowsill was soft, and he tried to keep his grunt at the impact to a minimum, sprinting toward the forest as soon as he was sure no one had poked their head out to try to see where he'd gone. If he waited a few minutes to catch his breath, no one would question Iason of Dimitrou exiting the woods and returning to the main house for breakfast, he frequently took long walks or rides in the paths by his father's house.
A hint of green stained the tips of his fingers, but it would all easily be worth it. Perhaps when Dodo was less angry they would all have a good laugh about it. Or, perhaps his sister had always wanted to be green and they were really just making her greatest dream come true without even knowing it. That would be just his luck in his attempt at a prank, to discover it was the supposed victims wish.
Had Dorothea been paying better attention, she might have realized that her brother and best friend were up to something. They had spoken many times before, but they seemed more in cahoots than usual this day. Of course, she didn’t have a chance to notice any such thing before being called to her sister’s room. Alexa needed her. The youngest Dimitrou was at the age when she was beginning to rebel against everyone who knew her, so Dorothea was a bit surprised by her summons.
Excusing herself from Melina’s company, she left her best friend with her brother to finish their breakfast that morning. After she was done with Alexa, Dorothea was certainly looking forward to a nice relaxing bath before an afternoon of swimming or wandering the grounds with Melina. She really loved having her friend over and was happy to spend so much time with her lately. It was a nice change from only being in the company of her siblings. Not that she didn’t love them, but sometimes she needed an outside perspective, especially from a woman her own age.
After a surprisingly nice talk with Alexa, Dorothea hummed as she walked down the hall towards her room. She was looking forward to her nice hot soak, sure that the water was going to be warm by the time she got there. Stepping into her room, Dorothea noticed a servant cleaning up a spilled drink on the floor, wondering what had happened. There was no one else to be seen—everyone was likely off taking their own baths or preparing for the day. It might have been her first clue that something unusual was happening, but was hardly a hint as to what. Dorothea could not have known what was in store for her.
Dorothea preferred to bathe without the assistance of any servants. Perhaps if she had different habits she might have been saved from what was about to happen. Unfortunately, she had no idea and sunk into the tub, closing her eyes. By habit, she reached for her oils to clean herself with, frowning only slightly when they were not exactly where she was used to. Someone must have moved them slightly. Once they were in hand, she closed her eyes again in her familiar routine, washing her hair and her body. While she loved the bath, Dorothea wasn’t one to linger overly long. She was fond of efficiency and taking care of herself quickly. The times when she soaked the most were after long hunts or particularly vigorous days. Yesterday had been relaxing with her friend’s arrival and today would be more of the same. There was no need to linger.
The young woman finally opened her eyes when she exited the tub, reaching for her towel. For a moment, she thought it was just a trick of her eye that her skin appeared a different color. That it was the light streaming in through the window that gave her a green tinge. However, she grew more concerned when she sat down in front of a mirror, removing her towel to dress. It wasn’t just that she appeared green. She actually was green!
There were green splotches all over her body, Dorothea noticed with increasing panic. What could have caused this? It when she noticed that it was in her hair as well that she moved back to the tub, instantly pouring her oils out into the water. There was a green hue in the water and she identified the bottle as the culprit. Was this some sort of accident? No, Dorothea strongly suspected that it was not.
First, her sister lured her away with some sort of story, then her brother was nowhere to be seen and there was some mysterious accident in her room. No, there could only be one cause for this. Hurriedly, Dorothea dressed herself, not really caring what she looked like because well…her skin was green.
She left her rooms in search of her family members, not wanting to make a scene. As much as she would love to have a good shout at them, it was going to be far more satisfying to pretend as though nothing had happened and watch as their prank failed them.
“Kindly find my siblings,” she asked a passing servant, her voice calm despite the stare she was getting. “And Lady Melina. Tell them to come to the front hall. I would love to go on a walk with them all.” Although she intended to be calm now, she could not be sure if that reaction would change upon seeing her brother and sister. It might become anger.
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Had Dorothea been paying better attention, she might have realized that her brother and best friend were up to something. They had spoken many times before, but they seemed more in cahoots than usual this day. Of course, she didn’t have a chance to notice any such thing before being called to her sister’s room. Alexa needed her. The youngest Dimitrou was at the age when she was beginning to rebel against everyone who knew her, so Dorothea was a bit surprised by her summons.
Excusing herself from Melina’s company, she left her best friend with her brother to finish their breakfast that morning. After she was done with Alexa, Dorothea was certainly looking forward to a nice relaxing bath before an afternoon of swimming or wandering the grounds with Melina. She really loved having her friend over and was happy to spend so much time with her lately. It was a nice change from only being in the company of her siblings. Not that she didn’t love them, but sometimes she needed an outside perspective, especially from a woman her own age.
After a surprisingly nice talk with Alexa, Dorothea hummed as she walked down the hall towards her room. She was looking forward to her nice hot soak, sure that the water was going to be warm by the time she got there. Stepping into her room, Dorothea noticed a servant cleaning up a spilled drink on the floor, wondering what had happened. There was no one else to be seen—everyone was likely off taking their own baths or preparing for the day. It might have been her first clue that something unusual was happening, but was hardly a hint as to what. Dorothea could not have known what was in store for her.
Dorothea preferred to bathe without the assistance of any servants. Perhaps if she had different habits she might have been saved from what was about to happen. Unfortunately, she had no idea and sunk into the tub, closing her eyes. By habit, she reached for her oils to clean herself with, frowning only slightly when they were not exactly where she was used to. Someone must have moved them slightly. Once they were in hand, she closed her eyes again in her familiar routine, washing her hair and her body. While she loved the bath, Dorothea wasn’t one to linger overly long. She was fond of efficiency and taking care of herself quickly. The times when she soaked the most were after long hunts or particularly vigorous days. Yesterday had been relaxing with her friend’s arrival and today would be more of the same. There was no need to linger.
The young woman finally opened her eyes when she exited the tub, reaching for her towel. For a moment, she thought it was just a trick of her eye that her skin appeared a different color. That it was the light streaming in through the window that gave her a green tinge. However, she grew more concerned when she sat down in front of a mirror, removing her towel to dress. It wasn’t just that she appeared green. She actually was green!
There were green splotches all over her body, Dorothea noticed with increasing panic. What could have caused this? It when she noticed that it was in her hair as well that she moved back to the tub, instantly pouring her oils out into the water. There was a green hue in the water and she identified the bottle as the culprit. Was this some sort of accident? No, Dorothea strongly suspected that it was not.
First, her sister lured her away with some sort of story, then her brother was nowhere to be seen and there was some mysterious accident in her room. No, there could only be one cause for this. Hurriedly, Dorothea dressed herself, not really caring what she looked like because well…her skin was green.
She left her rooms in search of her family members, not wanting to make a scene. As much as she would love to have a good shout at them, it was going to be far more satisfying to pretend as though nothing had happened and watch as their prank failed them.
“Kindly find my siblings,” she asked a passing servant, her voice calm despite the stare she was getting. “And Lady Melina. Tell them to come to the front hall. I would love to go on a walk with them all.” Although she intended to be calm now, she could not be sure if that reaction would change upon seeing her brother and sister. It might become anger.
Had Dorothea been paying better attention, she might have realized that her brother and best friend were up to something. They had spoken many times before, but they seemed more in cahoots than usual this day. Of course, she didn’t have a chance to notice any such thing before being called to her sister’s room. Alexa needed her. The youngest Dimitrou was at the age when she was beginning to rebel against everyone who knew her, so Dorothea was a bit surprised by her summons.
Excusing herself from Melina’s company, she left her best friend with her brother to finish their breakfast that morning. After she was done with Alexa, Dorothea was certainly looking forward to a nice relaxing bath before an afternoon of swimming or wandering the grounds with Melina. She really loved having her friend over and was happy to spend so much time with her lately. It was a nice change from only being in the company of her siblings. Not that she didn’t love them, but sometimes she needed an outside perspective, especially from a woman her own age.
After a surprisingly nice talk with Alexa, Dorothea hummed as she walked down the hall towards her room. She was looking forward to her nice hot soak, sure that the water was going to be warm by the time she got there. Stepping into her room, Dorothea noticed a servant cleaning up a spilled drink on the floor, wondering what had happened. There was no one else to be seen—everyone was likely off taking their own baths or preparing for the day. It might have been her first clue that something unusual was happening, but was hardly a hint as to what. Dorothea could not have known what was in store for her.
Dorothea preferred to bathe without the assistance of any servants. Perhaps if she had different habits she might have been saved from what was about to happen. Unfortunately, she had no idea and sunk into the tub, closing her eyes. By habit, she reached for her oils to clean herself with, frowning only slightly when they were not exactly where she was used to. Someone must have moved them slightly. Once they were in hand, she closed her eyes again in her familiar routine, washing her hair and her body. While she loved the bath, Dorothea wasn’t one to linger overly long. She was fond of efficiency and taking care of herself quickly. The times when she soaked the most were after long hunts or particularly vigorous days. Yesterday had been relaxing with her friend’s arrival and today would be more of the same. There was no need to linger.
The young woman finally opened her eyes when she exited the tub, reaching for her towel. For a moment, she thought it was just a trick of her eye that her skin appeared a different color. That it was the light streaming in through the window that gave her a green tinge. However, she grew more concerned when she sat down in front of a mirror, removing her towel to dress. It wasn’t just that she appeared green. She actually was green!
There were green splotches all over her body, Dorothea noticed with increasing panic. What could have caused this? It when she noticed that it was in her hair as well that she moved back to the tub, instantly pouring her oils out into the water. There was a green hue in the water and she identified the bottle as the culprit. Was this some sort of accident? No, Dorothea strongly suspected that it was not.
First, her sister lured her away with some sort of story, then her brother was nowhere to be seen and there was some mysterious accident in her room. No, there could only be one cause for this. Hurriedly, Dorothea dressed herself, not really caring what she looked like because well…her skin was green.
She left her rooms in search of her family members, not wanting to make a scene. As much as she would love to have a good shout at them, it was going to be far more satisfying to pretend as though nothing had happened and watch as their prank failed them.
“Kindly find my siblings,” she asked a passing servant, her voice calm despite the stare she was getting. “And Lady Melina. Tell them to come to the front hall. I would love to go on a walk with them all.” Although she intended to be calm now, she could not be sure if that reaction would change upon seeing her brother and sister. It might become anger.
Melina had gone to the guest room to enjoy her own bath now that her job was done. Well, really to have an internal freakout and think of the million ways that this could have gone wrong (all of which somehow ended with Melina getting impaled by an arrow- and one with a harpoon after a failed escape from this island), but the bath was the main priority. She checked her oils twice before using it wary of any tricks Iason might have up his sleeve. After all, he dastardly came up with this prank, who knew what else he might try.
She enjoyed herself, trying to distract her nervous thoughts by marveling about the inventions of baths and how advanced their society was for having this- where others were swimming around in rivers and lakes. Melina tried to focus on that. She certainly wasn’t listening for an angry scream coming from Dorothea’s room. Would she scream? She didn’t seem like much of a screamer. Maybe more of a yeller? Or a slightly loud talker?
Melina got out of her bath and double-checked that she wasn’t a shade that was abnormal. While she could certainly use a better tan, Melina was relieved to see that Iason’s prank only extended to his sister. Melina had gathered herself, ready to go see the fruits of Iason’s labor when a servant went to her and told her Dorothea summoned Melina to the front hall.
Uh oh.
“Right, I’ll be there in a moment.” Melina smiled at the servant before glancing at her packed bag. Was the chiton she was wearing right now pretty enough to be executed in? She should have had Dafni look at her things before she packed it. At least it wasn’t green. She didn’t want to rub the prank in Dorothea’s face.
So Melina went to the front entrance, not too fast and not too slow so that she wouldn’t be the first to arrive but she wouldn’t be the last. And there she was- Dorothea.
Now, perhaps it was best to specify the exact green that was her best friend. It wasn’t this fluorescent green. It wasn’t lime, it wasn’t bright and beautiful and startling. In fact, it was very much a Dimitrou type green. It was earthy, moss-like. And it wasn’t one solid color but splotched, some areas darker than others. It was… well, Melina certainly wouldn’t have been able to pull off this look.
Melina opened her mouth to say something- then closed it again. She was at a loss. Part of her wanted to be cheeky and say you know, it really brings out your eyes. But another part of her felt it safer to blame Iason. And part of her thought it best she say nothing at all.
“I find myself wanting to ask so many things… and say so many things… but perhaps now is not the best time. What a conundrum.” Were the only words she managed to say, as she stifled back her laughter and kept her face as serious as possible.
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Melina had gone to the guest room to enjoy her own bath now that her job was done. Well, really to have an internal freakout and think of the million ways that this could have gone wrong (all of which somehow ended with Melina getting impaled by an arrow- and one with a harpoon after a failed escape from this island), but the bath was the main priority. She checked her oils twice before using it wary of any tricks Iason might have up his sleeve. After all, he dastardly came up with this prank, who knew what else he might try.
She enjoyed herself, trying to distract her nervous thoughts by marveling about the inventions of baths and how advanced their society was for having this- where others were swimming around in rivers and lakes. Melina tried to focus on that. She certainly wasn’t listening for an angry scream coming from Dorothea’s room. Would she scream? She didn’t seem like much of a screamer. Maybe more of a yeller? Or a slightly loud talker?
Melina got out of her bath and double-checked that she wasn’t a shade that was abnormal. While she could certainly use a better tan, Melina was relieved to see that Iason’s prank only extended to his sister. Melina had gathered herself, ready to go see the fruits of Iason’s labor when a servant went to her and told her Dorothea summoned Melina to the front hall.
Uh oh.
“Right, I’ll be there in a moment.” Melina smiled at the servant before glancing at her packed bag. Was the chiton she was wearing right now pretty enough to be executed in? She should have had Dafni look at her things before she packed it. At least it wasn’t green. She didn’t want to rub the prank in Dorothea’s face.
So Melina went to the front entrance, not too fast and not too slow so that she wouldn’t be the first to arrive but she wouldn’t be the last. And there she was- Dorothea.
Now, perhaps it was best to specify the exact green that was her best friend. It wasn’t this fluorescent green. It wasn’t lime, it wasn’t bright and beautiful and startling. In fact, it was very much a Dimitrou type green. It was earthy, moss-like. And it wasn’t one solid color but splotched, some areas darker than others. It was… well, Melina certainly wouldn’t have been able to pull off this look.
Melina opened her mouth to say something- then closed it again. She was at a loss. Part of her wanted to be cheeky and say you know, it really brings out your eyes. But another part of her felt it safer to blame Iason. And part of her thought it best she say nothing at all.
“I find myself wanting to ask so many things… and say so many things… but perhaps now is not the best time. What a conundrum.” Were the only words she managed to say, as she stifled back her laughter and kept her face as serious as possible.
Melina had gone to the guest room to enjoy her own bath now that her job was done. Well, really to have an internal freakout and think of the million ways that this could have gone wrong (all of which somehow ended with Melina getting impaled by an arrow- and one with a harpoon after a failed escape from this island), but the bath was the main priority. She checked her oils twice before using it wary of any tricks Iason might have up his sleeve. After all, he dastardly came up with this prank, who knew what else he might try.
She enjoyed herself, trying to distract her nervous thoughts by marveling about the inventions of baths and how advanced their society was for having this- where others were swimming around in rivers and lakes. Melina tried to focus on that. She certainly wasn’t listening for an angry scream coming from Dorothea’s room. Would she scream? She didn’t seem like much of a screamer. Maybe more of a yeller? Or a slightly loud talker?
Melina got out of her bath and double-checked that she wasn’t a shade that was abnormal. While she could certainly use a better tan, Melina was relieved to see that Iason’s prank only extended to his sister. Melina had gathered herself, ready to go see the fruits of Iason’s labor when a servant went to her and told her Dorothea summoned Melina to the front hall.
Uh oh.
“Right, I’ll be there in a moment.” Melina smiled at the servant before glancing at her packed bag. Was the chiton she was wearing right now pretty enough to be executed in? She should have had Dafni look at her things before she packed it. At least it wasn’t green. She didn’t want to rub the prank in Dorothea’s face.
So Melina went to the front entrance, not too fast and not too slow so that she wouldn’t be the first to arrive but she wouldn’t be the last. And there she was- Dorothea.
Now, perhaps it was best to specify the exact green that was her best friend. It wasn’t this fluorescent green. It wasn’t lime, it wasn’t bright and beautiful and startling. In fact, it was very much a Dimitrou type green. It was earthy, moss-like. And it wasn’t one solid color but splotched, some areas darker than others. It was… well, Melina certainly wouldn’t have been able to pull off this look.
Melina opened her mouth to say something- then closed it again. She was at a loss. Part of her wanted to be cheeky and say you know, it really brings out your eyes. But another part of her felt it safer to blame Iason. And part of her thought it best she say nothing at all.
“I find myself wanting to ask so many things… and say so many things… but perhaps now is not the best time. What a conundrum.” Were the only words she managed to say, as she stifled back her laughter and kept her face as serious as possible.
Iason was just returning to the main house when a servant caught up to him, nervously saying that his sister wished to speak to him. His mouth went dry, and not for the first time that day he realized why pranks were not usually something he participated in. He got far too nervous, and Dorothea was so very good with a bow, he found himself sending up a prayer to Artemis to ask her forgiveness and protection before he made his way toward the hall.
Whatever shade of green he had been expecting, it was nothing at all like what he'd pictured. His jaw dropped and he stood stock still in the hall staring at Dorothea as if she was scylla risen from the sea to swallow him whole. There was something perhaps oddly beautiful about it, she looked like a wood nymph covered in moss, but most certainly not well and human with that shade of green. Perhaps if her skin remained permanently marked they could form some kind of cult around her, it would certainly bring interest and people to Meganea. But of course not, this was his sister, and he had unintentionally intentionally perhaps ruined her day if not her life. Gods above he hoped she didn't stay green.
"Oh....gods above."
The elder brother knew better than to ask his younger sister what had happened. He'd done this to her, and he would absolutely break if she started poking at him and yelling. A hand had come up to cover his mouth in shock, and he hoped his genuine surprise at what he and Melina had done would allow him to escape with little damage. Perhaps in a few years, if he got away and was allowed to live a few years more, he would tell Dorothea all about what he had done and they could share a laugh over it. In this moment though he felt a similar fear for his life as did his partner in crime, remembering that it had been at Melina's bidding that he had done this.
"Dorothea...are you well?"
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Iason was just returning to the main house when a servant caught up to him, nervously saying that his sister wished to speak to him. His mouth went dry, and not for the first time that day he realized why pranks were not usually something he participated in. He got far too nervous, and Dorothea was so very good with a bow, he found himself sending up a prayer to Artemis to ask her forgiveness and protection before he made his way toward the hall.
Whatever shade of green he had been expecting, it was nothing at all like what he'd pictured. His jaw dropped and he stood stock still in the hall staring at Dorothea as if she was scylla risen from the sea to swallow him whole. There was something perhaps oddly beautiful about it, she looked like a wood nymph covered in moss, but most certainly not well and human with that shade of green. Perhaps if her skin remained permanently marked they could form some kind of cult around her, it would certainly bring interest and people to Meganea. But of course not, this was his sister, and he had unintentionally intentionally perhaps ruined her day if not her life. Gods above he hoped she didn't stay green.
"Oh....gods above."
The elder brother knew better than to ask his younger sister what had happened. He'd done this to her, and he would absolutely break if she started poking at him and yelling. A hand had come up to cover his mouth in shock, and he hoped his genuine surprise at what he and Melina had done would allow him to escape with little damage. Perhaps in a few years, if he got away and was allowed to live a few years more, he would tell Dorothea all about what he had done and they could share a laugh over it. In this moment though he felt a similar fear for his life as did his partner in crime, remembering that it had been at Melina's bidding that he had done this.
"Dorothea...are you well?"
Iason was just returning to the main house when a servant caught up to him, nervously saying that his sister wished to speak to him. His mouth went dry, and not for the first time that day he realized why pranks were not usually something he participated in. He got far too nervous, and Dorothea was so very good with a bow, he found himself sending up a prayer to Artemis to ask her forgiveness and protection before he made his way toward the hall.
Whatever shade of green he had been expecting, it was nothing at all like what he'd pictured. His jaw dropped and he stood stock still in the hall staring at Dorothea as if she was scylla risen from the sea to swallow him whole. There was something perhaps oddly beautiful about it, she looked like a wood nymph covered in moss, but most certainly not well and human with that shade of green. Perhaps if her skin remained permanently marked they could form some kind of cult around her, it would certainly bring interest and people to Meganea. But of course not, this was his sister, and he had unintentionally intentionally perhaps ruined her day if not her life. Gods above he hoped she didn't stay green.
"Oh....gods above."
The elder brother knew better than to ask his younger sister what had happened. He'd done this to her, and he would absolutely break if she started poking at him and yelling. A hand had come up to cover his mouth in shock, and he hoped his genuine surprise at what he and Melina had done would allow him to escape with little damage. Perhaps in a few years, if he got away and was allowed to live a few years more, he would tell Dorothea all about what he had done and they could share a laugh over it. In this moment though he felt a similar fear for his life as did his partner in crime, remembering that it had been at Melina's bidding that he had done this.
"Dorothea...are you well?"
Well it was obvious who the culprits were, Dorothea thought, gauging her brother and friend’s reaction. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously at the two of them. Iason she was willing to believe had done this, but Melina? Dorothea was surprised. Still, perhaps her friend was innocent in all of this, but Dorothea had worked out that her friend had probably caused the distraction that had led to the stain in her floor. Or her brother had. But likely it was not done by the same person. Alexa was out because Dorothea was with her at the time, though she certainly could have been a planned distraction.
Their surprise seemed genuine, but likely directed at the shade of green her skin currently was. Dorothea could see practically see the laughter behind Melina’s eyes, so profound was her amusement. Dorothea didn’t know whether to feel hurt or proud that her friend would pull such a trick. From Iason? Well there was no surprise there. However angry she was, Dorothea was not going to give them the satisfaction of a meltdown. No, she was going to extract information from them in the best way she knew how. With a bow and arrow.
“I’m quite well, thanks,” Dorothea said, smiling widely at the two of them. “And I fancy a walk with my two closest confidants. The two people I trust most in this world. Come.” She looped her arms around the two of them, so one was on each side, before they had much of a chance to protest. The young woman bore little concern for if her green tinged arms would rub off onto them. In fact, she rather hoped that it did. It would be good for them to get a small taste of their own medicine. And it might also prove that this dye would eventually come off of her. She assumed so, but couldn’t be sure. She didn’t know where it had come from.
“You know, I’ve heard green is all the rage at the capital. Everyone’s quite the fan this season. Isn’t that true, Melina?” Dorothea was determined to make them both just as uncomfortable as she, as they meandered the path from their house to the archery field. Then, a sight most welcome came into her view, riding up on his horse. It couldn’t have been timed better.
“Hello, Pappa!” Dorothea called, for he was still some distance away. She raised her hand to wave at him, bringing Iason’s arm up with her own. She hoped that he might see enough of her skin to be intrigued. But just to be sure, she added, “We’re going to the archery field. Please come join us! Iason has something very exciting to show you.”
She continued leading the two along, hoping that her father would decide to follow. Or that the threat of him coming would at least lead to a moment or two of terror for her dear friends. When they finally made it to the archery court, Dorothea turned to Iason with a large smile.
“Remember that trick I was telling you about, brother? The one where I shoot an apple from the top of someone’s head? I was thinking it was time I finally show you it in action.” Her grin had turned a bit steely now as she directed Iason to stand by a target. She hoped that she wasn’t being too harsh, but what would be a few minutes of fun for her might remind her friends not to play tricks in the future. And besides—she was sure that her skin would continue to cause them amusement for days to come.
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Well it was obvious who the culprits were, Dorothea thought, gauging her brother and friend’s reaction. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously at the two of them. Iason she was willing to believe had done this, but Melina? Dorothea was surprised. Still, perhaps her friend was innocent in all of this, but Dorothea had worked out that her friend had probably caused the distraction that had led to the stain in her floor. Or her brother had. But likely it was not done by the same person. Alexa was out because Dorothea was with her at the time, though she certainly could have been a planned distraction.
Their surprise seemed genuine, but likely directed at the shade of green her skin currently was. Dorothea could see practically see the laughter behind Melina’s eyes, so profound was her amusement. Dorothea didn’t know whether to feel hurt or proud that her friend would pull such a trick. From Iason? Well there was no surprise there. However angry she was, Dorothea was not going to give them the satisfaction of a meltdown. No, she was going to extract information from them in the best way she knew how. With a bow and arrow.
“I’m quite well, thanks,” Dorothea said, smiling widely at the two of them. “And I fancy a walk with my two closest confidants. The two people I trust most in this world. Come.” She looped her arms around the two of them, so one was on each side, before they had much of a chance to protest. The young woman bore little concern for if her green tinged arms would rub off onto them. In fact, she rather hoped that it did. It would be good for them to get a small taste of their own medicine. And it might also prove that this dye would eventually come off of her. She assumed so, but couldn’t be sure. She didn’t know where it had come from.
“You know, I’ve heard green is all the rage at the capital. Everyone’s quite the fan this season. Isn’t that true, Melina?” Dorothea was determined to make them both just as uncomfortable as she, as they meandered the path from their house to the archery field. Then, a sight most welcome came into her view, riding up on his horse. It couldn’t have been timed better.
“Hello, Pappa!” Dorothea called, for he was still some distance away. She raised her hand to wave at him, bringing Iason’s arm up with her own. She hoped that he might see enough of her skin to be intrigued. But just to be sure, she added, “We’re going to the archery field. Please come join us! Iason has something very exciting to show you.”
She continued leading the two along, hoping that her father would decide to follow. Or that the threat of him coming would at least lead to a moment or two of terror for her dear friends. When they finally made it to the archery court, Dorothea turned to Iason with a large smile.
“Remember that trick I was telling you about, brother? The one where I shoot an apple from the top of someone’s head? I was thinking it was time I finally show you it in action.” Her grin had turned a bit steely now as she directed Iason to stand by a target. She hoped that she wasn’t being too harsh, but what would be a few minutes of fun for her might remind her friends not to play tricks in the future. And besides—she was sure that her skin would continue to cause them amusement for days to come.
Well it was obvious who the culprits were, Dorothea thought, gauging her brother and friend’s reaction. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously at the two of them. Iason she was willing to believe had done this, but Melina? Dorothea was surprised. Still, perhaps her friend was innocent in all of this, but Dorothea had worked out that her friend had probably caused the distraction that had led to the stain in her floor. Or her brother had. But likely it was not done by the same person. Alexa was out because Dorothea was with her at the time, though she certainly could have been a planned distraction.
Their surprise seemed genuine, but likely directed at the shade of green her skin currently was. Dorothea could see practically see the laughter behind Melina’s eyes, so profound was her amusement. Dorothea didn’t know whether to feel hurt or proud that her friend would pull such a trick. From Iason? Well there was no surprise there. However angry she was, Dorothea was not going to give them the satisfaction of a meltdown. No, she was going to extract information from them in the best way she knew how. With a bow and arrow.
“I’m quite well, thanks,” Dorothea said, smiling widely at the two of them. “And I fancy a walk with my two closest confidants. The two people I trust most in this world. Come.” She looped her arms around the two of them, so one was on each side, before they had much of a chance to protest. The young woman bore little concern for if her green tinged arms would rub off onto them. In fact, she rather hoped that it did. It would be good for them to get a small taste of their own medicine. And it might also prove that this dye would eventually come off of her. She assumed so, but couldn’t be sure. She didn’t know where it had come from.
“You know, I’ve heard green is all the rage at the capital. Everyone’s quite the fan this season. Isn’t that true, Melina?” Dorothea was determined to make them both just as uncomfortable as she, as they meandered the path from their house to the archery field. Then, a sight most welcome came into her view, riding up on his horse. It couldn’t have been timed better.
“Hello, Pappa!” Dorothea called, for he was still some distance away. She raised her hand to wave at him, bringing Iason’s arm up with her own. She hoped that he might see enough of her skin to be intrigued. But just to be sure, she added, “We’re going to the archery field. Please come join us! Iason has something very exciting to show you.”
She continued leading the two along, hoping that her father would decide to follow. Or that the threat of him coming would at least lead to a moment or two of terror for her dear friends. When they finally made it to the archery court, Dorothea turned to Iason with a large smile.
“Remember that trick I was telling you about, brother? The one where I shoot an apple from the top of someone’s head? I was thinking it was time I finally show you it in action.” Her grin had turned a bit steely now as she directed Iason to stand by a target. She hoped that she wasn’t being too harsh, but what would be a few minutes of fun for her might remind her friends not to play tricks in the future. And besides—she was sure that her skin would continue to cause them amusement for days to come.
The giant black horse he rode across the gently sloping west end of his property was a new acquisition and one he intended to make a gift of to someone if the brute proved to be at all as stellar a ride as he’d been promised to be. Gavriil rode the horse hard, putting the stallion through his paces. By mid-morning, steering steeply towards afternoon, both horse and rider were pleasantly fatigued and on their way back to the estate. In the distance he saw three figures and recognized two of them instantly. He’d know his own children anywhere. Melina was easy to pick out once he squinted. She was familiar but obviously less so than his own flesh and blood.
He drew nearer and smiled, thinking the scene rather charming. By the direction they were taking, he already knew where they were headed off to but he didn’t plan to join them. His task this morning didn’t need a quiver full of arrows and so his bow was on the wall of his bedroom, where it should be. Gavriil swiped the back of his hand across his forehead, wiping away a droplet of sweat, his expression scrunching up as he drew nearer to the trio.
Dorothea raised her arm and waved a green arm at him. Why was she wearing a long sleeved shirt beneath her dress? Then he realized her face...Gavriil blinked again, just to be completely sure what he was seeing and came ever closer to them, mouth half open in confusion, brows furrowed, eyes narrowed, expression incredulous. She was…green.
“Hello, Pappa!” She trilled cheerfully. Gavriil felt his head tilting all the way to the side, the confusion on his face deepening. “We’re going to the archery field. Please come join us! Iason has something very exciting to show you.”
Gavriil blinked and said absolutely nothing. They weren’t terribly far from the archery range and it was a simple shift of his body to turn the horse towards the field. He stared at his daughter the entire way. His gaze passed over Iason and Melina, who both looked to him to be extremely uncomfortable. As well they should be. Dorothea was green and he was puzzled as to why and why it didn’t seem to alarm her. She wasn’t usually one for pranks of this kind.
“Little One,” he called out to her, using a very old pet name. “What-” he let that sentence hang there with a shrug of his shoulders. He did not dismount from his horse and in fact was leaned far forward, reins held loosely, almost like he’d forgotten he was on a horse at all and was simply trying to see round his mount’s head.
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The giant black horse he rode across the gently sloping west end of his property was a new acquisition and one he intended to make a gift of to someone if the brute proved to be at all as stellar a ride as he’d been promised to be. Gavriil rode the horse hard, putting the stallion through his paces. By mid-morning, steering steeply towards afternoon, both horse and rider were pleasantly fatigued and on their way back to the estate. In the distance he saw three figures and recognized two of them instantly. He’d know his own children anywhere. Melina was easy to pick out once he squinted. She was familiar but obviously less so than his own flesh and blood.
He drew nearer and smiled, thinking the scene rather charming. By the direction they were taking, he already knew where they were headed off to but he didn’t plan to join them. His task this morning didn’t need a quiver full of arrows and so his bow was on the wall of his bedroom, where it should be. Gavriil swiped the back of his hand across his forehead, wiping away a droplet of sweat, his expression scrunching up as he drew nearer to the trio.
Dorothea raised her arm and waved a green arm at him. Why was she wearing a long sleeved shirt beneath her dress? Then he realized her face...Gavriil blinked again, just to be completely sure what he was seeing and came ever closer to them, mouth half open in confusion, brows furrowed, eyes narrowed, expression incredulous. She was…green.
“Hello, Pappa!” She trilled cheerfully. Gavriil felt his head tilting all the way to the side, the confusion on his face deepening. “We’re going to the archery field. Please come join us! Iason has something very exciting to show you.”
Gavriil blinked and said absolutely nothing. They weren’t terribly far from the archery range and it was a simple shift of his body to turn the horse towards the field. He stared at his daughter the entire way. His gaze passed over Iason and Melina, who both looked to him to be extremely uncomfortable. As well they should be. Dorothea was green and he was puzzled as to why and why it didn’t seem to alarm her. She wasn’t usually one for pranks of this kind.
“Little One,” he called out to her, using a very old pet name. “What-” he let that sentence hang there with a shrug of his shoulders. He did not dismount from his horse and in fact was leaned far forward, reins held loosely, almost like he’d forgotten he was on a horse at all and was simply trying to see round his mount’s head.
The giant black horse he rode across the gently sloping west end of his property was a new acquisition and one he intended to make a gift of to someone if the brute proved to be at all as stellar a ride as he’d been promised to be. Gavriil rode the horse hard, putting the stallion through his paces. By mid-morning, steering steeply towards afternoon, both horse and rider were pleasantly fatigued and on their way back to the estate. In the distance he saw three figures and recognized two of them instantly. He’d know his own children anywhere. Melina was easy to pick out once he squinted. She was familiar but obviously less so than his own flesh and blood.
He drew nearer and smiled, thinking the scene rather charming. By the direction they were taking, he already knew where they were headed off to but he didn’t plan to join them. His task this morning didn’t need a quiver full of arrows and so his bow was on the wall of his bedroom, where it should be. Gavriil swiped the back of his hand across his forehead, wiping away a droplet of sweat, his expression scrunching up as he drew nearer to the trio.
Dorothea raised her arm and waved a green arm at him. Why was she wearing a long sleeved shirt beneath her dress? Then he realized her face...Gavriil blinked again, just to be completely sure what he was seeing and came ever closer to them, mouth half open in confusion, brows furrowed, eyes narrowed, expression incredulous. She was…green.
“Hello, Pappa!” She trilled cheerfully. Gavriil felt his head tilting all the way to the side, the confusion on his face deepening. “We’re going to the archery field. Please come join us! Iason has something very exciting to show you.”
Gavriil blinked and said absolutely nothing. They weren’t terribly far from the archery range and it was a simple shift of his body to turn the horse towards the field. He stared at his daughter the entire way. His gaze passed over Iason and Melina, who both looked to him to be extremely uncomfortable. As well they should be. Dorothea was green and he was puzzled as to why and why it didn’t seem to alarm her. She wasn’t usually one for pranks of this kind.
“Little One,” he called out to her, using a very old pet name. “What-” he let that sentence hang there with a shrug of his shoulders. He did not dismount from his horse and in fact was leaned far forward, reins held loosely, almost like he’d forgotten he was on a horse at all and was simply trying to see round his mount’s head.
Melina might faint at the sight of blood and had a strong aversion to horses, but she wasn’t a coward. Heights were cool, and stories of monsters were fun and spooky. She was superstitious, of course. But not out of fear… out of self preservation.
Which is perhaps why all the warning signals were going off with Dorothea. Her attitude was too nonchalant. The smile on her face was filled with wickedness. If Melina truly cared about her self preservation she’d run… and run fast.
Could she outrun an arrow?
Deciding that she couldn’t, Melina did the second best thing and followed her friend. And then she did the next horrifying thing by… waving to her father, lifting Iason’s arm with it. Melina tried her best not to cringe. She had to keep on a face to hide her terror. Even if… well, it was plainly obvious by her dark brown eyes growing double in size. Melina coughed, ducking her head and covering her mouth, forcing herself to blink multiple times.
This was going to be a complete and utter shit show.
It wasn’t until Dorothea spoke about shooting an apple from Iason’s head did Melina finally speak. Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. What if something happened? What if Dorothea missed and Iason found an arrow in his shoulder or his throat or his eye?
Iason was a handsome man, but walking around with an eyepatch wasn’t… sexy.
“Dorothea, don’t you think that is needlessly dangerous?” Melina bit her lip. “I know you’re angry he pranked you, but the answer shouldn’t be making him stand still to intimidate him.” Because obviously that must be what she’s doing. “What if there’s a wind and it causes your arrow to go askew? What if he accidently moves?”
Melina expected Dorothea to be upset. Who wouldn’t be upset? But well, this was a good natured funny joke. No one was hurt and the dye would fade. But well, if Iason got an arrow in the eye Melina doubted that injury would fade. Also that would be second on the list of traumatizing experiences Melina had ever witnessed, and that wasn’t a list she’d want to see grow.
Melina shifted her weight uncomfortably. “Why not… tell Iason to go take a bath? Surely you didn’t use all of your oils.” And Melina already took her bath and she is in no way responsible for pranking her friend, so well, this was the perfect revenge for Iason. Yep, Iason should be thanking her. He won’t be bleeding out the eye.
Unless he snitches of course.
Then, to make matters worse Gavriil appeared on horseback of all things. Melina’s eyes widened at the horse and she felt her heartbeat rise up even more. Don’t make any sudden movements. Don’t… even…. breathe...
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Melina might faint at the sight of blood and had a strong aversion to horses, but she wasn’t a coward. Heights were cool, and stories of monsters were fun and spooky. She was superstitious, of course. But not out of fear… out of self preservation.
Which is perhaps why all the warning signals were going off with Dorothea. Her attitude was too nonchalant. The smile on her face was filled with wickedness. If Melina truly cared about her self preservation she’d run… and run fast.
Could she outrun an arrow?
Deciding that she couldn’t, Melina did the second best thing and followed her friend. And then she did the next horrifying thing by… waving to her father, lifting Iason’s arm with it. Melina tried her best not to cringe. She had to keep on a face to hide her terror. Even if… well, it was plainly obvious by her dark brown eyes growing double in size. Melina coughed, ducking her head and covering her mouth, forcing herself to blink multiple times.
This was going to be a complete and utter shit show.
It wasn’t until Dorothea spoke about shooting an apple from Iason’s head did Melina finally speak. Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. What if something happened? What if Dorothea missed and Iason found an arrow in his shoulder or his throat or his eye?
Iason was a handsome man, but walking around with an eyepatch wasn’t… sexy.
“Dorothea, don’t you think that is needlessly dangerous?” Melina bit her lip. “I know you’re angry he pranked you, but the answer shouldn’t be making him stand still to intimidate him.” Because obviously that must be what she’s doing. “What if there’s a wind and it causes your arrow to go askew? What if he accidently moves?”
Melina expected Dorothea to be upset. Who wouldn’t be upset? But well, this was a good natured funny joke. No one was hurt and the dye would fade. But well, if Iason got an arrow in the eye Melina doubted that injury would fade. Also that would be second on the list of traumatizing experiences Melina had ever witnessed, and that wasn’t a list she’d want to see grow.
Melina shifted her weight uncomfortably. “Why not… tell Iason to go take a bath? Surely you didn’t use all of your oils.” And Melina already took her bath and she is in no way responsible for pranking her friend, so well, this was the perfect revenge for Iason. Yep, Iason should be thanking her. He won’t be bleeding out the eye.
Unless he snitches of course.
Then, to make matters worse Gavriil appeared on horseback of all things. Melina’s eyes widened at the horse and she felt her heartbeat rise up even more. Don’t make any sudden movements. Don’t… even…. breathe...
Melina might faint at the sight of blood and had a strong aversion to horses, but she wasn’t a coward. Heights were cool, and stories of monsters were fun and spooky. She was superstitious, of course. But not out of fear… out of self preservation.
Which is perhaps why all the warning signals were going off with Dorothea. Her attitude was too nonchalant. The smile on her face was filled with wickedness. If Melina truly cared about her self preservation she’d run… and run fast.
Could she outrun an arrow?
Deciding that she couldn’t, Melina did the second best thing and followed her friend. And then she did the next horrifying thing by… waving to her father, lifting Iason’s arm with it. Melina tried her best not to cringe. She had to keep on a face to hide her terror. Even if… well, it was plainly obvious by her dark brown eyes growing double in size. Melina coughed, ducking her head and covering her mouth, forcing herself to blink multiple times.
This was going to be a complete and utter shit show.
It wasn’t until Dorothea spoke about shooting an apple from Iason’s head did Melina finally speak. Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. What if something happened? What if Dorothea missed and Iason found an arrow in his shoulder or his throat or his eye?
Iason was a handsome man, but walking around with an eyepatch wasn’t… sexy.
“Dorothea, don’t you think that is needlessly dangerous?” Melina bit her lip. “I know you’re angry he pranked you, but the answer shouldn’t be making him stand still to intimidate him.” Because obviously that must be what she’s doing. “What if there’s a wind and it causes your arrow to go askew? What if he accidently moves?”
Melina expected Dorothea to be upset. Who wouldn’t be upset? But well, this was a good natured funny joke. No one was hurt and the dye would fade. But well, if Iason got an arrow in the eye Melina doubted that injury would fade. Also that would be second on the list of traumatizing experiences Melina had ever witnessed, and that wasn’t a list she’d want to see grow.
Melina shifted her weight uncomfortably. “Why not… tell Iason to go take a bath? Surely you didn’t use all of your oils.” And Melina already took her bath and she is in no way responsible for pranking her friend, so well, this was the perfect revenge for Iason. Yep, Iason should be thanking her. He won’t be bleeding out the eye.
Unless he snitches of course.
Then, to make matters worse Gavriil appeared on horseback of all things. Melina’s eyes widened at the horse and she felt her heartbeat rise up even more. Don’t make any sudden movements. Don’t… even…. breathe...
'We're going to the archery field'
No. No no no, oh no.
Iason knew full well he could break free of his sister's grasp and run, that wasn't the trouble. The problem was even if he did break free and sprint into the woods, Dorothea would be able to track him down and it would be worse if she found him when she'd had time to stew on things. He was certain there was a petrified expression on his face, and he looked over at Melina wildly, hoping she would have any kind of plan to get out of this or say it was jointly their responsibility. The traitor obviously didn't have any such thoughts and he glared over his sister's head at her. Never trust a Leventi.
"Dodo, I'm sorry you're green. Really, I am. But I was just doing what your friend asked. I never thought Melina's surprise from the city would cause you to....look like moss."
Looking to his father with a pleading gaze, he shook his head wildly and tried to signal that he should follow. Surely Gavriil would be able to talk some sense into the wild child he'd raised. The idea of taking a bath of his own with the green oils was unappealing until he considered that it might actually be good camouflage for hunting. He almost got distracted by the idea until the archery range came into view and he remembered exactly what was about to happen.
"Father, please. It was meant to be a harmless joke, I was just helping Melina! Dodo, I'll take a bath in the stuff, it'll be fine, I'll go moss. And see how well it does for the hunt. Maybe it will become our new hunting ritual."
He knew he was babbling, and as a 26 year old man he shouldn't have been as afraid of his younger sister as he was, but he'd seen Dorothea shoot. Any man ought to be afraid for his life if she had that look in her eye and access to a bow.
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'We're going to the archery field'
No. No no no, oh no.
Iason knew full well he could break free of his sister's grasp and run, that wasn't the trouble. The problem was even if he did break free and sprint into the woods, Dorothea would be able to track him down and it would be worse if she found him when she'd had time to stew on things. He was certain there was a petrified expression on his face, and he looked over at Melina wildly, hoping she would have any kind of plan to get out of this or say it was jointly their responsibility. The traitor obviously didn't have any such thoughts and he glared over his sister's head at her. Never trust a Leventi.
"Dodo, I'm sorry you're green. Really, I am. But I was just doing what your friend asked. I never thought Melina's surprise from the city would cause you to....look like moss."
Looking to his father with a pleading gaze, he shook his head wildly and tried to signal that he should follow. Surely Gavriil would be able to talk some sense into the wild child he'd raised. The idea of taking a bath of his own with the green oils was unappealing until he considered that it might actually be good camouflage for hunting. He almost got distracted by the idea until the archery range came into view and he remembered exactly what was about to happen.
"Father, please. It was meant to be a harmless joke, I was just helping Melina! Dodo, I'll take a bath in the stuff, it'll be fine, I'll go moss. And see how well it does for the hunt. Maybe it will become our new hunting ritual."
He knew he was babbling, and as a 26 year old man he shouldn't have been as afraid of his younger sister as he was, but he'd seen Dorothea shoot. Any man ought to be afraid for his life if she had that look in her eye and access to a bow.
'We're going to the archery field'
No. No no no, oh no.
Iason knew full well he could break free of his sister's grasp and run, that wasn't the trouble. The problem was even if he did break free and sprint into the woods, Dorothea would be able to track him down and it would be worse if she found him when she'd had time to stew on things. He was certain there was a petrified expression on his face, and he looked over at Melina wildly, hoping she would have any kind of plan to get out of this or say it was jointly their responsibility. The traitor obviously didn't have any such thoughts and he glared over his sister's head at her. Never trust a Leventi.
"Dodo, I'm sorry you're green. Really, I am. But I was just doing what your friend asked. I never thought Melina's surprise from the city would cause you to....look like moss."
Looking to his father with a pleading gaze, he shook his head wildly and tried to signal that he should follow. Surely Gavriil would be able to talk some sense into the wild child he'd raised. The idea of taking a bath of his own with the green oils was unappealing until he considered that it might actually be good camouflage for hunting. He almost got distracted by the idea until the archery range came into view and he remembered exactly what was about to happen.
"Father, please. It was meant to be a harmless joke, I was just helping Melina! Dodo, I'll take a bath in the stuff, it'll be fine, I'll go moss. And see how well it does for the hunt. Maybe it will become our new hunting ritual."
He knew he was babbling, and as a 26 year old man he shouldn't have been as afraid of his younger sister as he was, but he'd seen Dorothea shoot. Any man ought to be afraid for his life if she had that look in her eye and access to a bow.
