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His question still echoed, even as she played nice with Lord Iason. She could not decide if that had been an indication of his interest or if it had been an entirely innocent question. She’d play any part he damn well wanted if that meant she had his attention. Perhaps that was shameless of her to think, but Dione was in the market for a husband and Achilleas was certainly an eligible bachelor if she’d ever seen one. Not only was he part of a noble house connected to the royalty of Taengea by blood, but he was unfairly handsome. She could picture those strong arms around her, holding her close while he…
She blinked, taken away from her daydream and thrown back into the conversation with Iason and his cousin. She sipped her wine as they spoke, exchanging pleasantries with one another as if they had not seen each other in some time. She smiled over her glass as Achilleas turned to her to explain his surprise at Iason’s appearance. ”It must be a family trait, then.” She teased. ”How fortunate am I to have met you both on the same night? Perhaps I should take a turn at one of those...gambling tables.” She waved her hand back to the inside behind them.
Dione was not a fan of games of chance, much preferring strategy to fate. Maybe it was in part due to the fact that she always seemed to have terrible luck, and if there was something that Dione hated more than anything it was losing. She was content to watch the interactions between the two men, sly blue gaze sliding between them while she continued to sip her wine. She was distantly aware of the rising noise of commotions elsewhere, but she was enjoying the present company too much to risk being distracted by it. Tonight was one of revelry for the three kingdoms, people from all corners of their world coming together for a night of fun. It was expected to be loud.
How are you enjoying your time in Taengea, Lady Dione? Iason asked, and the blonde smiled in his direction.
”Just Dione or Dio, please. We’re all friends here.” She shifted her weight from one hip to the other. She had to look up at both Iason and Achilleas, both of them quite a bit taller than her tiny stature. ”Taengea is beautiful, of course. I always look forward to the days that I get to spend here. Athenia will always be home but...there’s just something…” She paused, looking for the right word. ”Exciting here. Lively, somehow. Have you ever visited Athenia, Iason?”
She waited for his answer, letting the conversation flow as naturally as it could between them before deciding she’d had quite enough of looking up into their faces. She wanted to be somewhere where she did not feel so small compared to them. A quick glance at the balcony, and the blonde was holding out her glass to Iason. ”Would you mind holding this for a moment?” She asked, and then turned to glance at Achilleas. ”And would you mind helping me up onto the balcony railing? I think I’d prefer a seat.”
She gestured to the rail, wide enough to be a seat although it might be a little precarious. ”Surely you’re strong enough to lift little old me.” She teased with a grin.
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What part will you be playing then?
His question still echoed, even as she played nice with Lord Iason. She could not decide if that had been an indication of his interest or if it had been an entirely innocent question. She’d play any part he damn well wanted if that meant she had his attention. Perhaps that was shameless of her to think, but Dione was in the market for a husband and Achilleas was certainly an eligible bachelor if she’d ever seen one. Not only was he part of a noble house connected to the royalty of Taengea by blood, but he was unfairly handsome. She could picture those strong arms around her, holding her close while he…
She blinked, taken away from her daydream and thrown back into the conversation with Iason and his cousin. She sipped her wine as they spoke, exchanging pleasantries with one another as if they had not seen each other in some time. She smiled over her glass as Achilleas turned to her to explain his surprise at Iason’s appearance. ”It must be a family trait, then.” She teased. ”How fortunate am I to have met you both on the same night? Perhaps I should take a turn at one of those...gambling tables.” She waved her hand back to the inside behind them.
Dione was not a fan of games of chance, much preferring strategy to fate. Maybe it was in part due to the fact that she always seemed to have terrible luck, and if there was something that Dione hated more than anything it was losing. She was content to watch the interactions between the two men, sly blue gaze sliding between them while she continued to sip her wine. She was distantly aware of the rising noise of commotions elsewhere, but she was enjoying the present company too much to risk being distracted by it. Tonight was one of revelry for the three kingdoms, people from all corners of their world coming together for a night of fun. It was expected to be loud.
How are you enjoying your time in Taengea, Lady Dione? Iason asked, and the blonde smiled in his direction.
”Just Dione or Dio, please. We’re all friends here.” She shifted her weight from one hip to the other. She had to look up at both Iason and Achilleas, both of them quite a bit taller than her tiny stature. ”Taengea is beautiful, of course. I always look forward to the days that I get to spend here. Athenia will always be home but...there’s just something…” She paused, looking for the right word. ”Exciting here. Lively, somehow. Have you ever visited Athenia, Iason?”
She waited for his answer, letting the conversation flow as naturally as it could between them before deciding she’d had quite enough of looking up into their faces. She wanted to be somewhere where she did not feel so small compared to them. A quick glance at the balcony, and the blonde was holding out her glass to Iason. ”Would you mind holding this for a moment?” She asked, and then turned to glance at Achilleas. ”And would you mind helping me up onto the balcony railing? I think I’d prefer a seat.”
She gestured to the rail, wide enough to be a seat although it might be a little precarious. ”Surely you’re strong enough to lift little old me.” She teased with a grin.
What part will you be playing then?
His question still echoed, even as she played nice with Lord Iason. She could not decide if that had been an indication of his interest or if it had been an entirely innocent question. She’d play any part he damn well wanted if that meant she had his attention. Perhaps that was shameless of her to think, but Dione was in the market for a husband and Achilleas was certainly an eligible bachelor if she’d ever seen one. Not only was he part of a noble house connected to the royalty of Taengea by blood, but he was unfairly handsome. She could picture those strong arms around her, holding her close while he…
She blinked, taken away from her daydream and thrown back into the conversation with Iason and his cousin. She sipped her wine as they spoke, exchanging pleasantries with one another as if they had not seen each other in some time. She smiled over her glass as Achilleas turned to her to explain his surprise at Iason’s appearance. ”It must be a family trait, then.” She teased. ”How fortunate am I to have met you both on the same night? Perhaps I should take a turn at one of those...gambling tables.” She waved her hand back to the inside behind them.
Dione was not a fan of games of chance, much preferring strategy to fate. Maybe it was in part due to the fact that she always seemed to have terrible luck, and if there was something that Dione hated more than anything it was losing. She was content to watch the interactions between the two men, sly blue gaze sliding between them while she continued to sip her wine. She was distantly aware of the rising noise of commotions elsewhere, but she was enjoying the present company too much to risk being distracted by it. Tonight was one of revelry for the three kingdoms, people from all corners of their world coming together for a night of fun. It was expected to be loud.
How are you enjoying your time in Taengea, Lady Dione? Iason asked, and the blonde smiled in his direction.
”Just Dione or Dio, please. We’re all friends here.” She shifted her weight from one hip to the other. She had to look up at both Iason and Achilleas, both of them quite a bit taller than her tiny stature. ”Taengea is beautiful, of course. I always look forward to the days that I get to spend here. Athenia will always be home but...there’s just something…” She paused, looking for the right word. ”Exciting here. Lively, somehow. Have you ever visited Athenia, Iason?”
She waited for his answer, letting the conversation flow as naturally as it could between them before deciding she’d had quite enough of looking up into their faces. She wanted to be somewhere where she did not feel so small compared to them. A quick glance at the balcony, and the blonde was holding out her glass to Iason. ”Would you mind holding this for a moment?” She asked, and then turned to glance at Achilleas. ”And would you mind helping me up onto the balcony railing? I think I’d prefer a seat.”
She gestured to the rail, wide enough to be a seat although it might be a little precarious. ”Surely you’re strong enough to lift little old me.” She teased with a grin.
My lady?
Soft laughter spilled from Anastasia's lips at the thought of being called such a thing. That was reserved for women of prospect. For a plebian like herself, it was almost an admission that he'd forgotten her name. But, she didn't mind. She'd chosen him for a reason, and familiarity was not what she sought after this evening. To hang on the lord's arm and brandish his weight and gold simply for the sake of it. With no arm to hang on but his, it seemed silly, now that she had one of the best picks, to spend so much time looking for anything else.
Besides...
Her gaze lingered to find others meeting up, trouble stirring and she really didn't want to be in the middle of it all. The nobility could play their little games, and their faces glided through the periphery until they wilted away entirely. When Rafail extended his hand to take hers and pressed it to his lips, the curve of her smile widened, and she allowed an easy flush to mark her features as she nodded in agreement. A play to her vanity was more than enough to make her forget the slight against her dignity, even if she had been offended.
"How courteous of you to wait for my arrival then, my Lord," she teased just before he continued along with his offer. While she did enjoy the prospect of monopolizing the man's attention and imbibing more and more wine, did that equal the cost of absconding away from the party? She hummed in thought, a low but musical sound as she seemed to weigh her options. Looking downward towards the dice tables, she looked at Rafail's pile of drachames to find it seemed considerably smaller than it ought.
"A poor string of luck leads to greener pastures elsewhere, doesn't it?" she mused aloud before extending out a hand to catch her fingertips along the crook of his jaw. She drew near to him, placing a chaste kiss on the flesh of his jawline. A mark of the carmine on her lips would linger in the wake of her lips before she draped herself along the lord's shoulders. Her touch snaked along his arms, paying no mind to the scandal of her touch. If she was to return later, the impression of being a courtesan rather than an entertainer might find some enticing prospects to relieve of some coin.
Unless of course, Rafail decided that his attentions need last through the evening. Whether she minded that or not, it scarcely mattered, for the temptation of his offer finally drew the answer he was looking for,
"You know, my lord, I've never been here before. It would be most fascinating to see what the bedrooms look like. Test the mattresses... the integrity of the walls and..."
Lips trailed next along his throat as her hands shifted to claim both of his hands. Gently, she'd urge him to follow her as she completed,
"Just how well they can hold the noise in."
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My lady?
Soft laughter spilled from Anastasia's lips at the thought of being called such a thing. That was reserved for women of prospect. For a plebian like herself, it was almost an admission that he'd forgotten her name. But, she didn't mind. She'd chosen him for a reason, and familiarity was not what she sought after this evening. To hang on the lord's arm and brandish his weight and gold simply for the sake of it. With no arm to hang on but his, it seemed silly, now that she had one of the best picks, to spend so much time looking for anything else.
Besides...
Her gaze lingered to find others meeting up, trouble stirring and she really didn't want to be in the middle of it all. The nobility could play their little games, and their faces glided through the periphery until they wilted away entirely. When Rafail extended his hand to take hers and pressed it to his lips, the curve of her smile widened, and she allowed an easy flush to mark her features as she nodded in agreement. A play to her vanity was more than enough to make her forget the slight against her dignity, even if she had been offended.
"How courteous of you to wait for my arrival then, my Lord," she teased just before he continued along with his offer. While she did enjoy the prospect of monopolizing the man's attention and imbibing more and more wine, did that equal the cost of absconding away from the party? She hummed in thought, a low but musical sound as she seemed to weigh her options. Looking downward towards the dice tables, she looked at Rafail's pile of drachames to find it seemed considerably smaller than it ought.
"A poor string of luck leads to greener pastures elsewhere, doesn't it?" she mused aloud before extending out a hand to catch her fingertips along the crook of his jaw. She drew near to him, placing a chaste kiss on the flesh of his jawline. A mark of the carmine on her lips would linger in the wake of her lips before she draped herself along the lord's shoulders. Her touch snaked along his arms, paying no mind to the scandal of her touch. If she was to return later, the impression of being a courtesan rather than an entertainer might find some enticing prospects to relieve of some coin.
Unless of course, Rafail decided that his attentions need last through the evening. Whether she minded that or not, it scarcely mattered, for the temptation of his offer finally drew the answer he was looking for,
"You know, my lord, I've never been here before. It would be most fascinating to see what the bedrooms look like. Test the mattresses... the integrity of the walls and..."
Lips trailed next along his throat as her hands shifted to claim both of his hands. Gently, she'd urge him to follow her as she completed,
"Just how well they can hold the noise in."
My lady?
Soft laughter spilled from Anastasia's lips at the thought of being called such a thing. That was reserved for women of prospect. For a plebian like herself, it was almost an admission that he'd forgotten her name. But, she didn't mind. She'd chosen him for a reason, and familiarity was not what she sought after this evening. To hang on the lord's arm and brandish his weight and gold simply for the sake of it. With no arm to hang on but his, it seemed silly, now that she had one of the best picks, to spend so much time looking for anything else.
Besides...
Her gaze lingered to find others meeting up, trouble stirring and she really didn't want to be in the middle of it all. The nobility could play their little games, and their faces glided through the periphery until they wilted away entirely. When Rafail extended his hand to take hers and pressed it to his lips, the curve of her smile widened, and she allowed an easy flush to mark her features as she nodded in agreement. A play to her vanity was more than enough to make her forget the slight against her dignity, even if she had been offended.
"How courteous of you to wait for my arrival then, my Lord," she teased just before he continued along with his offer. While she did enjoy the prospect of monopolizing the man's attention and imbibing more and more wine, did that equal the cost of absconding away from the party? She hummed in thought, a low but musical sound as she seemed to weigh her options. Looking downward towards the dice tables, she looked at Rafail's pile of drachames to find it seemed considerably smaller than it ought.
"A poor string of luck leads to greener pastures elsewhere, doesn't it?" she mused aloud before extending out a hand to catch her fingertips along the crook of his jaw. She drew near to him, placing a chaste kiss on the flesh of his jawline. A mark of the carmine on her lips would linger in the wake of her lips before she draped herself along the lord's shoulders. Her touch snaked along his arms, paying no mind to the scandal of her touch. If she was to return later, the impression of being a courtesan rather than an entertainer might find some enticing prospects to relieve of some coin.
Unless of course, Rafail decided that his attentions need last through the evening. Whether she minded that or not, it scarcely mattered, for the temptation of his offer finally drew the answer he was looking for,
"You know, my lord, I've never been here before. It would be most fascinating to see what the bedrooms look like. Test the mattresses... the integrity of the walls and..."
Lips trailed next along his throat as her hands shifted to claim both of his hands. Gently, she'd urge him to follow her as she completed,
"Just how well they can hold the noise in."
Imma looked up at the manor as the carriage stopped in front of it. It was hard believe she was really here. She had pleaded with her parents for weeks before they finally agreed to let her go to the party in Argothia. They had said that she was too young and needed to wait at least another year before attending such festivities. Why they had relented, she didn’t know. Maybe they had gotten tired of her begging. Until the day arrived, she had walked on eggshells, afraid that they would change their minds or she would do something stupid that would cause them to take the privilege away.
Sitting in the carriage with her sisters and cousins had been boring but she forgot her annoyance as she stepped out. Imma didn’t even mind Pia adjusting the folds of her chiton. She did want to look her best, after all. Though afraid that this opportunity would be taken away from her, she had planned for it anyway, shopping for the perfect fabric from which to fashion her clothing and buying matching jewelry.
Her chiton was made of multicolored pastel silk shot through with iridescent threads. It was fastened at her shoulders and along one arm with opal fibulae that were attached to each other by loops of pearls. The apotygma fell just below her waist and was hemmed with rows of pearls. Opals and loops of pearls circled her neck and spiraled down her bare arm. Imma’s platinum curls were left loose and topped by a circlet of matching opals and looping pearls. The fifteen-year-old felt like a princess going to her first ball.
Once inside, Pia gave them instructions and sent them off on their own. Imma plucked a glass of wine from the tray of a passing servant and contented herself with walking around the room. She stopped at one of the gambling tables to watch the game, but it made no sense to her and she didn’t have any money even if she wanted to try her luck at it.
The delicious aromas wafting from the food tables were impossible to resist. Imma had no idea why she was always hungry all the time. Other people could tell that she was growing, but to herself, she always looked the same.
As she headed toward one, she noticed a handsome young man gazing at her. A blush suffused her cheeks and she quickly averted her eyes. Embarrassed and distracted, she ran straight into a statue. Imma didn't see it tottering dangerously on its pedestal, threatening to fall right on top of her!
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Imma looked up at the manor as the carriage stopped in front of it. It was hard believe she was really here. She had pleaded with her parents for weeks before they finally agreed to let her go to the party in Argothia. They had said that she was too young and needed to wait at least another year before attending such festivities. Why they had relented, she didn’t know. Maybe they had gotten tired of her begging. Until the day arrived, she had walked on eggshells, afraid that they would change their minds or she would do something stupid that would cause them to take the privilege away.
Sitting in the carriage with her sisters and cousins had been boring but she forgot her annoyance as she stepped out. Imma didn’t even mind Pia adjusting the folds of her chiton. She did want to look her best, after all. Though afraid that this opportunity would be taken away from her, she had planned for it anyway, shopping for the perfect fabric from which to fashion her clothing and buying matching jewelry.
Her chiton was made of multicolored pastel silk shot through with iridescent threads. It was fastened at her shoulders and along one arm with opal fibulae that were attached to each other by loops of pearls. The apotygma fell just below her waist and was hemmed with rows of pearls. Opals and loops of pearls circled her neck and spiraled down her bare arm. Imma’s platinum curls were left loose and topped by a circlet of matching opals and looping pearls. The fifteen-year-old felt like a princess going to her first ball.
Once inside, Pia gave them instructions and sent them off on their own. Imma plucked a glass of wine from the tray of a passing servant and contented herself with walking around the room. She stopped at one of the gambling tables to watch the game, but it made no sense to her and she didn’t have any money even if she wanted to try her luck at it.
The delicious aromas wafting from the food tables were impossible to resist. Imma had no idea why she was always hungry all the time. Other people could tell that she was growing, but to herself, she always looked the same.
As she headed toward one, she noticed a handsome young man gazing at her. A blush suffused her cheeks and she quickly averted her eyes. Embarrassed and distracted, she ran straight into a statue. Imma didn't see it tottering dangerously on its pedestal, threatening to fall right on top of her!
Imma looked up at the manor as the carriage stopped in front of it. It was hard believe she was really here. She had pleaded with her parents for weeks before they finally agreed to let her go to the party in Argothia. They had said that she was too young and needed to wait at least another year before attending such festivities. Why they had relented, she didn’t know. Maybe they had gotten tired of her begging. Until the day arrived, she had walked on eggshells, afraid that they would change their minds or she would do something stupid that would cause them to take the privilege away.
Sitting in the carriage with her sisters and cousins had been boring but she forgot her annoyance as she stepped out. Imma didn’t even mind Pia adjusting the folds of her chiton. She did want to look her best, after all. Though afraid that this opportunity would be taken away from her, she had planned for it anyway, shopping for the perfect fabric from which to fashion her clothing and buying matching jewelry.
Her chiton was made of multicolored pastel silk shot through with iridescent threads. It was fastened at her shoulders and along one arm with opal fibulae that were attached to each other by loops of pearls. The apotygma fell just below her waist and was hemmed with rows of pearls. Opals and loops of pearls circled her neck and spiraled down her bare arm. Imma’s platinum curls were left loose and topped by a circlet of matching opals and looping pearls. The fifteen-year-old felt like a princess going to her first ball.
Once inside, Pia gave them instructions and sent them off on their own. Imma plucked a glass of wine from the tray of a passing servant and contented herself with walking around the room. She stopped at one of the gambling tables to watch the game, but it made no sense to her and she didn’t have any money even if she wanted to try her luck at it.
The delicious aromas wafting from the food tables were impossible to resist. Imma had no idea why she was always hungry all the time. Other people could tell that she was growing, but to herself, she always looked the same.
As she headed toward one, she noticed a handsome young man gazing at her. A blush suffused her cheeks and she quickly averted her eyes. Embarrassed and distracted, she ran straight into a statue. Imma didn't see it tottering dangerously on its pedestal, threatening to fall right on top of her!
When the carriage carrying Agathe came to a stop before the manor, the young Lady of house Marikas had stared up at the expansive building and gracefully stepped forth to her feet with the help of one of the aids with barely a thank you passing her lips. It had been the height of excitement for weeks leading upto the event, some reason or another rattled around in her brain and it was a reason she didn't care for. It was just an excuse to be seen in her mind and seen she would be with a fitted Chiton cinched at her waist with a belt, the fabric was almost a glimmering shade of black with gold ribbon accenting the folds of fabric. The belt cinching her waist wasn't scandalous enough for Agathe as she had firmly instructed her Maidens to arrange the fabric to make sure one leg was fully exposed at all times, even now as she stood debating her entrance she shifted her chiton slightly to a Soft V neckline and brushed her blonde curls over her back.
Jewellery wasn't quite Agathes taste but her mother insisted and so it became that there wasn't a joint on her person that had gone without glittering bands of gold. Her mother may think her choices were modest but gold was simple, elegant and dainty against the bold fabric adorning her frame. The woman brushed her hands along her waist and strode on inside, hand automatically reaching to pluck a glass of something or another from a passing tray as she allowed her bright yet focused gaze scan the room. Already she could see varying members of her family, the sight causing her lip to curl upwards in a scowl realising she would have to be on her best behaviour this night or atleast be more discrete.
Therefore, whilst Agathe would all but march towards the gambling tables she stood close enough to a cluster of females to eavesdrop on the latest gossip whilst she sipped at her drink. Her drink, stronger than wine burned on the way down her throat yet she didn't blanch at the taste instead her gaze fell upon a young girl who she hadn't seen before, grinning to herself as she followed the girls line of sights towards the young man who had distracted her from her surroundings, sighing she noticed the statue right in the course of collision.
"Hold this for me, wont you?" She uttered to noone in particular as she quickly but not alarmingly, strode forward until Agathe was in proximity of the girl enough to grasp her arm gently and twist them around away from the statue that was teetering dangerously. "Never let the boys know you're watching, they.. Should be watching after you." Agathe mused softly as she released the girls arm, gaze still watching the statue wondering if it would settle or fall. Either way? She was sure to be the center of attention for a small moment, which wouldn't displease her for only arriving a short moment ago.
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When the carriage carrying Agathe came to a stop before the manor, the young Lady of house Marikas had stared up at the expansive building and gracefully stepped forth to her feet with the help of one of the aids with barely a thank you passing her lips. It had been the height of excitement for weeks leading upto the event, some reason or another rattled around in her brain and it was a reason she didn't care for. It was just an excuse to be seen in her mind and seen she would be with a fitted Chiton cinched at her waist with a belt, the fabric was almost a glimmering shade of black with gold ribbon accenting the folds of fabric. The belt cinching her waist wasn't scandalous enough for Agathe as she had firmly instructed her Maidens to arrange the fabric to make sure one leg was fully exposed at all times, even now as she stood debating her entrance she shifted her chiton slightly to a Soft V neckline and brushed her blonde curls over her back.
Jewellery wasn't quite Agathes taste but her mother insisted and so it became that there wasn't a joint on her person that had gone without glittering bands of gold. Her mother may think her choices were modest but gold was simple, elegant and dainty against the bold fabric adorning her frame. The woman brushed her hands along her waist and strode on inside, hand automatically reaching to pluck a glass of something or another from a passing tray as she allowed her bright yet focused gaze scan the room. Already she could see varying members of her family, the sight causing her lip to curl upwards in a scowl realising she would have to be on her best behaviour this night or atleast be more discrete.
Therefore, whilst Agathe would all but march towards the gambling tables she stood close enough to a cluster of females to eavesdrop on the latest gossip whilst she sipped at her drink. Her drink, stronger than wine burned on the way down her throat yet she didn't blanch at the taste instead her gaze fell upon a young girl who she hadn't seen before, grinning to herself as she followed the girls line of sights towards the young man who had distracted her from her surroundings, sighing she noticed the statue right in the course of collision.
"Hold this for me, wont you?" She uttered to noone in particular as she quickly but not alarmingly, strode forward until Agathe was in proximity of the girl enough to grasp her arm gently and twist them around away from the statue that was teetering dangerously. "Never let the boys know you're watching, they.. Should be watching after you." Agathe mused softly as she released the girls arm, gaze still watching the statue wondering if it would settle or fall. Either way? She was sure to be the center of attention for a small moment, which wouldn't displease her for only arriving a short moment ago.
When the carriage carrying Agathe came to a stop before the manor, the young Lady of house Marikas had stared up at the expansive building and gracefully stepped forth to her feet with the help of one of the aids with barely a thank you passing her lips. It had been the height of excitement for weeks leading upto the event, some reason or another rattled around in her brain and it was a reason she didn't care for. It was just an excuse to be seen in her mind and seen she would be with a fitted Chiton cinched at her waist with a belt, the fabric was almost a glimmering shade of black with gold ribbon accenting the folds of fabric. The belt cinching her waist wasn't scandalous enough for Agathe as she had firmly instructed her Maidens to arrange the fabric to make sure one leg was fully exposed at all times, even now as she stood debating her entrance she shifted her chiton slightly to a Soft V neckline and brushed her blonde curls over her back.
Jewellery wasn't quite Agathes taste but her mother insisted and so it became that there wasn't a joint on her person that had gone without glittering bands of gold. Her mother may think her choices were modest but gold was simple, elegant and dainty against the bold fabric adorning her frame. The woman brushed her hands along her waist and strode on inside, hand automatically reaching to pluck a glass of something or another from a passing tray as she allowed her bright yet focused gaze scan the room. Already she could see varying members of her family, the sight causing her lip to curl upwards in a scowl realising she would have to be on her best behaviour this night or atleast be more discrete.
Therefore, whilst Agathe would all but march towards the gambling tables she stood close enough to a cluster of females to eavesdrop on the latest gossip whilst she sipped at her drink. Her drink, stronger than wine burned on the way down her throat yet she didn't blanch at the taste instead her gaze fell upon a young girl who she hadn't seen before, grinning to herself as she followed the girls line of sights towards the young man who had distracted her from her surroundings, sighing she noticed the statue right in the course of collision.
"Hold this for me, wont you?" She uttered to noone in particular as she quickly but not alarmingly, strode forward until Agathe was in proximity of the girl enough to grasp her arm gently and twist them around away from the statue that was teetering dangerously. "Never let the boys know you're watching, they.. Should be watching after you." Agathe mused softly as she released the girls arm, gaze still watching the statue wondering if it would settle or fall. Either way? She was sure to be the center of attention for a small moment, which wouldn't displease her for only arriving a short moment ago.
Achilleas held Iason’s gaze a second, gave the tiniest of shrugs at the question he saw there. He had a lot of time for his Dimitrou cousin, the two of them sharing more similarities than differences, but he was also a man, and even with his best intentions, there was still something flattering about Dione’s attentions. He didn’t know if he wanted the man to stay or go and that it itself was perplexing. He could well imagine how Iason must have been badgered into attending- Lord Dorotheos was a gregarious man who rarely missed a party. And just as Achilleas had made for the balcony to escape, it seemed his cousin had similar thoughts.
He turned his attention back to the young woman with them as she spoke again, affording her a slight laugh. Of course, she had made the measure of them already, it would seem. She did not seem one to be reluctant in small talk, though, which gave him further reason to believe some intent in her coming to stand beside him. And for now, at least, he didn’t mind.
“ Well, you’ll certainly find enough of them.” Achilleas observed when Dione mentioned trying her hand at the dice and card games being played within. “Argothia is renowned for such diversions.” He was not a gambler by nature; he didn’t understand the attraction. An opinion in no way influenced by the fact that he was just bad at it.
It was Iason who politely enquired as to whether their company was enjoying her time in Taengea, and Achilleas quietly sipped at the wine he’d intended not to drink as she answered. Of course, she could scarcely do anything other than compliment the green isle, speaking as she was to two Taengean lords, but he didn’t think she was false. That endeared her to Achilleas, who was justly proud of his homeland. He enjoyed seeing other kingdoms too, but he was always more glad to come home again.
There was a vague look of surprise when Lady Dione suddenly pressed her wine into Iason’s hand and then a much less vague one when she turned to him and asked for his help so she might sit upon the stone balustrade of the balcony.
“Oh. I..is that..I’m not sure that’s terribly safe.” Achilleas said, casting a glance to the courtyard below. Admittedly, the stone was wide and flat, but it was still a good drop. He looked at Iason as if for some backup, but when none was forthcoming, and with Dione looking up at him expectantly, the Mikaelidas lord put down his wine. It wasn’t polite to refuse the girl, but at the same time, he didn’t want her falling and it being his fault. Looking a little flustered about it, he wrapped his hands around Dione’s waist - she was so tiny they reached a good way around - and plucked her neatly up to sit upon the railing before releasing her and stepping back. “ Just be careful, please.” He wasn’t entirely comfortable with her perched on the railing like that and hovered close, a slight furrow between his brows as he wondered how much wine she’d had and if this was all a terribly bad idea.
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Achilleas held Iason’s gaze a second, gave the tiniest of shrugs at the question he saw there. He had a lot of time for his Dimitrou cousin, the two of them sharing more similarities than differences, but he was also a man, and even with his best intentions, there was still something flattering about Dione’s attentions. He didn’t know if he wanted the man to stay or go and that it itself was perplexing. He could well imagine how Iason must have been badgered into attending- Lord Dorotheos was a gregarious man who rarely missed a party. And just as Achilleas had made for the balcony to escape, it seemed his cousin had similar thoughts.
He turned his attention back to the young woman with them as she spoke again, affording her a slight laugh. Of course, she had made the measure of them already, it would seem. She did not seem one to be reluctant in small talk, though, which gave him further reason to believe some intent in her coming to stand beside him. And for now, at least, he didn’t mind.
“ Well, you’ll certainly find enough of them.” Achilleas observed when Dione mentioned trying her hand at the dice and card games being played within. “Argothia is renowned for such diversions.” He was not a gambler by nature; he didn’t understand the attraction. An opinion in no way influenced by the fact that he was just bad at it.
It was Iason who politely enquired as to whether their company was enjoying her time in Taengea, and Achilleas quietly sipped at the wine he’d intended not to drink as she answered. Of course, she could scarcely do anything other than compliment the green isle, speaking as she was to two Taengean lords, but he didn’t think she was false. That endeared her to Achilleas, who was justly proud of his homeland. He enjoyed seeing other kingdoms too, but he was always more glad to come home again.
There was a vague look of surprise when Lady Dione suddenly pressed her wine into Iason’s hand and then a much less vague one when she turned to him and asked for his help so she might sit upon the stone balustrade of the balcony.
“Oh. I..is that..I’m not sure that’s terribly safe.” Achilleas said, casting a glance to the courtyard below. Admittedly, the stone was wide and flat, but it was still a good drop. He looked at Iason as if for some backup, but when none was forthcoming, and with Dione looking up at him expectantly, the Mikaelidas lord put down his wine. It wasn’t polite to refuse the girl, but at the same time, he didn’t want her falling and it being his fault. Looking a little flustered about it, he wrapped his hands around Dione’s waist - she was so tiny they reached a good way around - and plucked her neatly up to sit upon the railing before releasing her and stepping back. “ Just be careful, please.” He wasn’t entirely comfortable with her perched on the railing like that and hovered close, a slight furrow between his brows as he wondered how much wine she’d had and if this was all a terribly bad idea.
Achilleas held Iason’s gaze a second, gave the tiniest of shrugs at the question he saw there. He had a lot of time for his Dimitrou cousin, the two of them sharing more similarities than differences, but he was also a man, and even with his best intentions, there was still something flattering about Dione’s attentions. He didn’t know if he wanted the man to stay or go and that it itself was perplexing. He could well imagine how Iason must have been badgered into attending- Lord Dorotheos was a gregarious man who rarely missed a party. And just as Achilleas had made for the balcony to escape, it seemed his cousin had similar thoughts.
He turned his attention back to the young woman with them as she spoke again, affording her a slight laugh. Of course, she had made the measure of them already, it would seem. She did not seem one to be reluctant in small talk, though, which gave him further reason to believe some intent in her coming to stand beside him. And for now, at least, he didn’t mind.
“ Well, you’ll certainly find enough of them.” Achilleas observed when Dione mentioned trying her hand at the dice and card games being played within. “Argothia is renowned for such diversions.” He was not a gambler by nature; he didn’t understand the attraction. An opinion in no way influenced by the fact that he was just bad at it.
It was Iason who politely enquired as to whether their company was enjoying her time in Taengea, and Achilleas quietly sipped at the wine he’d intended not to drink as she answered. Of course, she could scarcely do anything other than compliment the green isle, speaking as she was to two Taengean lords, but he didn’t think she was false. That endeared her to Achilleas, who was justly proud of his homeland. He enjoyed seeing other kingdoms too, but he was always more glad to come home again.
There was a vague look of surprise when Lady Dione suddenly pressed her wine into Iason’s hand and then a much less vague one when she turned to him and asked for his help so she might sit upon the stone balustrade of the balcony.
“Oh. I..is that..I’m not sure that’s terribly safe.” Achilleas said, casting a glance to the courtyard below. Admittedly, the stone was wide and flat, but it was still a good drop. He looked at Iason as if for some backup, but when none was forthcoming, and with Dione looking up at him expectantly, the Mikaelidas lord put down his wine. It wasn’t polite to refuse the girl, but at the same time, he didn’t want her falling and it being his fault. Looking a little flustered about it, he wrapped his hands around Dione’s waist - she was so tiny they reached a good way around - and plucked her neatly up to sit upon the railing before releasing her and stepping back. “ Just be careful, please.” He wasn’t entirely comfortable with her perched on the railing like that and hovered close, a slight furrow between his brows as he wondered how much wine she’d had and if this was all a terribly bad idea.
Eleni was about halfway through her first glass of wine, standing at the edge of the crowd, a calm expression on her face as her eyes glanced through the crowd, seeking out some sort of desirable company. She also kept an eye out for anyone she might prefer to avoid. Namely Silanos and Eliana. For all she knew, they had ventured back to the party in the time it took Eleni to compose herself. After all, Eleni knew first-hand that Silanos was just as capable of rushing as he was at taking his time, depending on his mood and the situation.
A small smile tugged at her lips then as she saw a familiar head of dark brown hair. The deep green chiton he wore made her more confident in her guess, combined with the fact it seemed he had stepped out onto the balcony to get away from the crowd. Still, it was a prayer was answered when he shifted, accepting a wine glass from one of his companions and turning in the process, allowing her to glimpse his face. She offered a silent prayer of gratitude up to the heavens. Lord Iason of Dimitrou rarely came to such events as this, which made his attendance all the more exciting for her. He had a way of lifting her spirits, reminding her of simpler times when they had just been friends, playing together in the woods without a care between them.
Just as she was about to step forward, someone stepped in front of her. It took a moment to recognize Arete decked out in such splendor. In fact, her attire by far outshone Eleni’s own. Of course, she wasn’t truly surprised. The fellow merchant’s daughter had been outfitted by her noble lover, so of course she looked the part of his equal, jewels and all. Still, she greeted her fondly. After all, they had spent a great deal of time together over the last year and a half. Though a tiny voice in the back of her mind reminded her that she had only been included because Sil had wanted her there. Now that he had cast her aside for someone of his own station, well, they would hardly care to seek her out after tonight.
’Where has Sil run off to?’
Ah yes, the inevitable question. Eleni couldn’t help the roll of her eyes that it elicited. “It seems the Colchian lord has found Argothia’s local offerings more to his taste,” she answered snidely. “I’m sure he’ll be happy to regale Nikos of his conquests at some point tonight.” She took a sip of wine to calm herself. The last thing she needed was to get agitated again, or to take her irritation with Silanos out on poor Arete. “I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time tonight,” she added gently, giving the younger woman a gentle but affectionate hug. “Don’t worry about me, okay? I have my eye on greener pastures.”
With that, she moved forward, walking towards the balcony. She drained her wine glass on the way, handing it off to a server as she passed. For now, she didn’t take another. She wasn’t looking to get drunk for once. Not yet at least. As she drew closer she noted in addition to the unfamiliar women she had spotted earlier, one of his royal cousins was present as well. Achilleas. She stepped out onto the balcony just as the man lifted the other blonde to place her on the railing’s edge.
“Now isn’t that clever?” she mused approvingly. She was no stranger to the game the woman was playing and she gave her a knowing look, all too happy to assist her efforts with Achilleas if it gave her a chance for some privacy with Iason. Even knowing that the latter would never take advantage of her half so much as she wished he might. Any moment with him was worth the chance, no matter how innocent.
“Why, what a pleasant surprise I’ve stumbled on,” she continued with a smile as she turned towards the Dimitrou heir. “Iason, it’s been far too long.” She greeted him with a hand upon his arm before turning back towards the other two. “Our fathers have been in business together for ages now,” she offered as an explanation. “Of course, require no introduction Lord Achilleas,” she continued with a polite greeting before turning to the blonde beauty herself. “I’m afraid I’ve not yet had the pleasure of your acquaintance yet. I’m Eleni.”
After a pause to allow for proper introductions, she shifted to lean back against the railing between where Iason stood and the lady sat, looking up at the man beside her with a smile. “Seems that tonight will certainly be quite lively, no?”
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Eleni was about halfway through her first glass of wine, standing at the edge of the crowd, a calm expression on her face as her eyes glanced through the crowd, seeking out some sort of desirable company. She also kept an eye out for anyone she might prefer to avoid. Namely Silanos and Eliana. For all she knew, they had ventured back to the party in the time it took Eleni to compose herself. After all, Eleni knew first-hand that Silanos was just as capable of rushing as he was at taking his time, depending on his mood and the situation.
A small smile tugged at her lips then as she saw a familiar head of dark brown hair. The deep green chiton he wore made her more confident in her guess, combined with the fact it seemed he had stepped out onto the balcony to get away from the crowd. Still, it was a prayer was answered when he shifted, accepting a wine glass from one of his companions and turning in the process, allowing her to glimpse his face. She offered a silent prayer of gratitude up to the heavens. Lord Iason of Dimitrou rarely came to such events as this, which made his attendance all the more exciting for her. He had a way of lifting her spirits, reminding her of simpler times when they had just been friends, playing together in the woods without a care between them.
Just as she was about to step forward, someone stepped in front of her. It took a moment to recognize Arete decked out in such splendor. In fact, her attire by far outshone Eleni’s own. Of course, she wasn’t truly surprised. The fellow merchant’s daughter had been outfitted by her noble lover, so of course she looked the part of his equal, jewels and all. Still, she greeted her fondly. After all, they had spent a great deal of time together over the last year and a half. Though a tiny voice in the back of her mind reminded her that she had only been included because Sil had wanted her there. Now that he had cast her aside for someone of his own station, well, they would hardly care to seek her out after tonight.
’Where has Sil run off to?’
Ah yes, the inevitable question. Eleni couldn’t help the roll of her eyes that it elicited. “It seems the Colchian lord has found Argothia’s local offerings more to his taste,” she answered snidely. “I’m sure he’ll be happy to regale Nikos of his conquests at some point tonight.” She took a sip of wine to calm herself. The last thing she needed was to get agitated again, or to take her irritation with Silanos out on poor Arete. “I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time tonight,” she added gently, giving the younger woman a gentle but affectionate hug. “Don’t worry about me, okay? I have my eye on greener pastures.”
With that, she moved forward, walking towards the balcony. She drained her wine glass on the way, handing it off to a server as she passed. For now, she didn’t take another. She wasn’t looking to get drunk for once. Not yet at least. As she drew closer she noted in addition to the unfamiliar women she had spotted earlier, one of his royal cousins was present as well. Achilleas. She stepped out onto the balcony just as the man lifted the other blonde to place her on the railing’s edge.
“Now isn’t that clever?” she mused approvingly. She was no stranger to the game the woman was playing and she gave her a knowing look, all too happy to assist her efforts with Achilleas if it gave her a chance for some privacy with Iason. Even knowing that the latter would never take advantage of her half so much as she wished he might. Any moment with him was worth the chance, no matter how innocent.
“Why, what a pleasant surprise I’ve stumbled on,” she continued with a smile as she turned towards the Dimitrou heir. “Iason, it’s been far too long.” She greeted him with a hand upon his arm before turning back towards the other two. “Our fathers have been in business together for ages now,” she offered as an explanation. “Of course, require no introduction Lord Achilleas,” she continued with a polite greeting before turning to the blonde beauty herself. “I’m afraid I’ve not yet had the pleasure of your acquaintance yet. I’m Eleni.”
After a pause to allow for proper introductions, she shifted to lean back against the railing between where Iason stood and the lady sat, looking up at the man beside her with a smile. “Seems that tonight will certainly be quite lively, no?”
Eleni was about halfway through her first glass of wine, standing at the edge of the crowd, a calm expression on her face as her eyes glanced through the crowd, seeking out some sort of desirable company. She also kept an eye out for anyone she might prefer to avoid. Namely Silanos and Eliana. For all she knew, they had ventured back to the party in the time it took Eleni to compose herself. After all, Eleni knew first-hand that Silanos was just as capable of rushing as he was at taking his time, depending on his mood and the situation.
A small smile tugged at her lips then as she saw a familiar head of dark brown hair. The deep green chiton he wore made her more confident in her guess, combined with the fact it seemed he had stepped out onto the balcony to get away from the crowd. Still, it was a prayer was answered when he shifted, accepting a wine glass from one of his companions and turning in the process, allowing her to glimpse his face. She offered a silent prayer of gratitude up to the heavens. Lord Iason of Dimitrou rarely came to such events as this, which made his attendance all the more exciting for her. He had a way of lifting her spirits, reminding her of simpler times when they had just been friends, playing together in the woods without a care between them.
Just as she was about to step forward, someone stepped in front of her. It took a moment to recognize Arete decked out in such splendor. In fact, her attire by far outshone Eleni’s own. Of course, she wasn’t truly surprised. The fellow merchant’s daughter had been outfitted by her noble lover, so of course she looked the part of his equal, jewels and all. Still, she greeted her fondly. After all, they had spent a great deal of time together over the last year and a half. Though a tiny voice in the back of her mind reminded her that she had only been included because Sil had wanted her there. Now that he had cast her aside for someone of his own station, well, they would hardly care to seek her out after tonight.
’Where has Sil run off to?’
Ah yes, the inevitable question. Eleni couldn’t help the roll of her eyes that it elicited. “It seems the Colchian lord has found Argothia’s local offerings more to his taste,” she answered snidely. “I’m sure he’ll be happy to regale Nikos of his conquests at some point tonight.” She took a sip of wine to calm herself. The last thing she needed was to get agitated again, or to take her irritation with Silanos out on poor Arete. “I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time tonight,” she added gently, giving the younger woman a gentle but affectionate hug. “Don’t worry about me, okay? I have my eye on greener pastures.”
With that, she moved forward, walking towards the balcony. She drained her wine glass on the way, handing it off to a server as she passed. For now, she didn’t take another. She wasn’t looking to get drunk for once. Not yet at least. As she drew closer she noted in addition to the unfamiliar women she had spotted earlier, one of his royal cousins was present as well. Achilleas. She stepped out onto the balcony just as the man lifted the other blonde to place her on the railing’s edge.
“Now isn’t that clever?” she mused approvingly. She was no stranger to the game the woman was playing and she gave her a knowing look, all too happy to assist her efforts with Achilleas if it gave her a chance for some privacy with Iason. Even knowing that the latter would never take advantage of her half so much as she wished he might. Any moment with him was worth the chance, no matter how innocent.
“Why, what a pleasant surprise I’ve stumbled on,” she continued with a smile as she turned towards the Dimitrou heir. “Iason, it’s been far too long.” She greeted him with a hand upon his arm before turning back towards the other two. “Our fathers have been in business together for ages now,” she offered as an explanation. “Of course, require no introduction Lord Achilleas,” she continued with a polite greeting before turning to the blonde beauty herself. “I’m afraid I’ve not yet had the pleasure of your acquaintance yet. I’m Eleni.”
After a pause to allow for proper introductions, she shifted to lean back against the railing between where Iason stood and the lady sat, looking up at the man beside her with a smile. “Seems that tonight will certainly be quite lively, no?”
It had all started innocently enough. Her mother, glued to her father’s arm, had dismissed Tasia and Sara to mingle in the party -- with instruction to Tasia to keep an eye on her younger sister. That instruction had gone right out the nearest window as soon as they’d taken the stairs up to the next floor, and Tasia had promptly disappeared into the crowd of party-goers -- no doubt to find her own friends. Which meant that Sara was left alone, and unsupervised. It was a little intimidating at first, the younger girl merely trying to stay out of everyone’s way. Argothia was not a place that Sara could recall visiting before, but she was finding it to be very lovely indeed.
Everything was opulent, a glittering and dazzling show that made her wonder if things looked like this all of the time. The people were lively, many conversations being held over drinks or games or both. Sara shuffled along the walls, keeping out of the way and out of sight. A servant passed by, offering her a drink which she graciously accepted with a smile and nod of thanks. It seemed like everyone had someone to talk to, and the youngest daughter of Irakles was too shy to try.
It turned out that what was easy was collecting drinks from the servants. They had no qualms at all about giving her a glass each time they passed around, and soon enough it became something of a game for her to collect as many different ones as she could. Soon enough, there were a couple of dozen littering a table that she had claimed for herself tucked into a corner. Passing eyes would find the display rather excessive, and confusing to say the least. The glasses were all still relatively full -- merely a sip or two taken from each. She’d taken the time to organize them by favorites, her hands on her hips as she considered five very similarly colored glasses.
Azure gaze passed between each, and she was starting to wonder if perhaps they were all the same drink but in different shapes of glass. She reached forward plucking one up and bringing it to her lips. Sara found that she didn’t particularly enjoy the taste of alcohol, but this one was fruity and sweet. Almost not alcohol at all, save for the dry aftertaste that gave it away. She set it down, taking up another. The flavor was almost identical but there was something different about it, she was sure. This little taste test continued, naive to the fact that she was consuming quite a lot of alcohol for her age.
A laugh bubbled from between her lips as she considered the absurdity of what she was doing, but -- it was more fun than talking to a bunch of people that she didn’t know...or being stuck trailing behind her mother. The brunette glanced around behind herself before turning back to her table, picking up the first glass again for another taste. She would figure this out!
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It had all started innocently enough. Her mother, glued to her father’s arm, had dismissed Tasia and Sara to mingle in the party -- with instruction to Tasia to keep an eye on her younger sister. That instruction had gone right out the nearest window as soon as they’d taken the stairs up to the next floor, and Tasia had promptly disappeared into the crowd of party-goers -- no doubt to find her own friends. Which meant that Sara was left alone, and unsupervised. It was a little intimidating at first, the younger girl merely trying to stay out of everyone’s way. Argothia was not a place that Sara could recall visiting before, but she was finding it to be very lovely indeed.
Everything was opulent, a glittering and dazzling show that made her wonder if things looked like this all of the time. The people were lively, many conversations being held over drinks or games or both. Sara shuffled along the walls, keeping out of the way and out of sight. A servant passed by, offering her a drink which she graciously accepted with a smile and nod of thanks. It seemed like everyone had someone to talk to, and the youngest daughter of Irakles was too shy to try.
It turned out that what was easy was collecting drinks from the servants. They had no qualms at all about giving her a glass each time they passed around, and soon enough it became something of a game for her to collect as many different ones as she could. Soon enough, there were a couple of dozen littering a table that she had claimed for herself tucked into a corner. Passing eyes would find the display rather excessive, and confusing to say the least. The glasses were all still relatively full -- merely a sip or two taken from each. She’d taken the time to organize them by favorites, her hands on her hips as she considered five very similarly colored glasses.
Azure gaze passed between each, and she was starting to wonder if perhaps they were all the same drink but in different shapes of glass. She reached forward plucking one up and bringing it to her lips. Sara found that she didn’t particularly enjoy the taste of alcohol, but this one was fruity and sweet. Almost not alcohol at all, save for the dry aftertaste that gave it away. She set it down, taking up another. The flavor was almost identical but there was something different about it, she was sure. This little taste test continued, naive to the fact that she was consuming quite a lot of alcohol for her age.
A laugh bubbled from between her lips as she considered the absurdity of what she was doing, but -- it was more fun than talking to a bunch of people that she didn’t know...or being stuck trailing behind her mother. The brunette glanced around behind herself before turning back to her table, picking up the first glass again for another taste. She would figure this out!
It had all started innocently enough. Her mother, glued to her father’s arm, had dismissed Tasia and Sara to mingle in the party -- with instruction to Tasia to keep an eye on her younger sister. That instruction had gone right out the nearest window as soon as they’d taken the stairs up to the next floor, and Tasia had promptly disappeared into the crowd of party-goers -- no doubt to find her own friends. Which meant that Sara was left alone, and unsupervised. It was a little intimidating at first, the younger girl merely trying to stay out of everyone’s way. Argothia was not a place that Sara could recall visiting before, but she was finding it to be very lovely indeed.
Everything was opulent, a glittering and dazzling show that made her wonder if things looked like this all of the time. The people were lively, many conversations being held over drinks or games or both. Sara shuffled along the walls, keeping out of the way and out of sight. A servant passed by, offering her a drink which she graciously accepted with a smile and nod of thanks. It seemed like everyone had someone to talk to, and the youngest daughter of Irakles was too shy to try.
It turned out that what was easy was collecting drinks from the servants. They had no qualms at all about giving her a glass each time they passed around, and soon enough it became something of a game for her to collect as many different ones as she could. Soon enough, there were a couple of dozen littering a table that she had claimed for herself tucked into a corner. Passing eyes would find the display rather excessive, and confusing to say the least. The glasses were all still relatively full -- merely a sip or two taken from each. She’d taken the time to organize them by favorites, her hands on her hips as she considered five very similarly colored glasses.
Azure gaze passed between each, and she was starting to wonder if perhaps they were all the same drink but in different shapes of glass. She reached forward plucking one up and bringing it to her lips. Sara found that she didn’t particularly enjoy the taste of alcohol, but this one was fruity and sweet. Almost not alcohol at all, save for the dry aftertaste that gave it away. She set it down, taking up another. The flavor was almost identical but there was something different about it, she was sure. This little taste test continued, naive to the fact that she was consuming quite a lot of alcohol for her age.
A laugh bubbled from between her lips as she considered the absurdity of what she was doing, but -- it was more fun than talking to a bunch of people that she didn’t know...or being stuck trailing behind her mother. The brunette glanced around behind herself before turning back to her table, picking up the first glass again for another taste. She would figure this out!
"I had been talking about our daughters, Pavlos."
Those words snapped him out of the red haze that clouded his normal vision, staticky and charged with his inner emotions. When Pavlos was in this state, it seemed as though he could hear and smell things better, like he was a wolf in human skin. Still, the anger retracted and he could see color again. There was suspicions that it mostly had to do with the remnants of Sera's touch, but there was too much going on for him to focus on all that. As for what he felt right now, it was shame, and it expressed outwardly for a few meager seconds before the lord smoothed out his face.
"Don't act as if the mere thought of you acting on adultery is outrageous. I made a mistake for assuming and for that I apologize."
He'd barely gotten the words from his mouth when she hissed at him the past grievances that still festered in her soul, and he felt his ire raise again. However his previous sapped energy had yet to return so he simply settled for a withering glare for her tone. Pavlos took another glance around, unsure if their little spat had caught the attention of anyone. The Lord spotted none, but of course a particularly sneaky person could get past his radar, he wasn't as young as he used to be after all. With the attention of salvaging the rest of the night, Pavlos again offered his arm to his wife.
"All pettiness aside, I am sorry. After all these years one would think the simple emotion of jealousy would be left to my younger self."
Pavlos cast his wife a rare smile, boyish in nature and also slightly embarrassed. Not only did he not smile hardly at all, it would be a cold day in hell before he would give her a smile that he so readily use to beam when they first began courting. Hades must be a bit frigid in his domain, it would seem. Pavlos lead them back into the light, intending to try his hand on dice or cards. He pulls out a chair for Sera should she wish to join him, or gossip with the other ladies with their men tonight. After taking his own seat, a casual survey of the area was made, taking note who was present and who would be open to his idea. After a few seconds, he suddenly raises his voice and calls out.
"I challenge any lord or common man to a game of dice! Who would like to lose their coin to the Head of Marikas!"
Pavlos caught sight of his daughters Daniil (again) and Agathe and he gestures them over to watch or play, Sera may not approve but she needed to let loose as well. The lord had a servant bring him a round of wine and grabbed the dice in his fist. Normally he would never allow himself to show this much gusto due to his station, but this was a night for dares and never would haves.
"Come on! I won't wait all night."
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"I had been talking about our daughters, Pavlos."
Those words snapped him out of the red haze that clouded his normal vision, staticky and charged with his inner emotions. When Pavlos was in this state, it seemed as though he could hear and smell things better, like he was a wolf in human skin. Still, the anger retracted and he could see color again. There was suspicions that it mostly had to do with the remnants of Sera's touch, but there was too much going on for him to focus on all that. As for what he felt right now, it was shame, and it expressed outwardly for a few meager seconds before the lord smoothed out his face.
"Don't act as if the mere thought of you acting on adultery is outrageous. I made a mistake for assuming and for that I apologize."
He'd barely gotten the words from his mouth when she hissed at him the past grievances that still festered in her soul, and he felt his ire raise again. However his previous sapped energy had yet to return so he simply settled for a withering glare for her tone. Pavlos took another glance around, unsure if their little spat had caught the attention of anyone. The Lord spotted none, but of course a particularly sneaky person could get past his radar, he wasn't as young as he used to be after all. With the attention of salvaging the rest of the night, Pavlos again offered his arm to his wife.
"All pettiness aside, I am sorry. After all these years one would think the simple emotion of jealousy would be left to my younger self."
Pavlos cast his wife a rare smile, boyish in nature and also slightly embarrassed. Not only did he not smile hardly at all, it would be a cold day in hell before he would give her a smile that he so readily use to beam when they first began courting. Hades must be a bit frigid in his domain, it would seem. Pavlos lead them back into the light, intending to try his hand on dice or cards. He pulls out a chair for Sera should she wish to join him, or gossip with the other ladies with their men tonight. After taking his own seat, a casual survey of the area was made, taking note who was present and who would be open to his idea. After a few seconds, he suddenly raises his voice and calls out.
"I challenge any lord or common man to a game of dice! Who would like to lose their coin to the Head of Marikas!"
Pavlos caught sight of his daughters Daniil (again) and Agathe and he gestures them over to watch or play, Sera may not approve but she needed to let loose as well. The lord had a servant bring him a round of wine and grabbed the dice in his fist. Normally he would never allow himself to show this much gusto due to his station, but this was a night for dares and never would haves.
"Come on! I won't wait all night."
"I had been talking about our daughters, Pavlos."
Those words snapped him out of the red haze that clouded his normal vision, staticky and charged with his inner emotions. When Pavlos was in this state, it seemed as though he could hear and smell things better, like he was a wolf in human skin. Still, the anger retracted and he could see color again. There was suspicions that it mostly had to do with the remnants of Sera's touch, but there was too much going on for him to focus on all that. As for what he felt right now, it was shame, and it expressed outwardly for a few meager seconds before the lord smoothed out his face.
"Don't act as if the mere thought of you acting on adultery is outrageous. I made a mistake for assuming and for that I apologize."
He'd barely gotten the words from his mouth when she hissed at him the past grievances that still festered in her soul, and he felt his ire raise again. However his previous sapped energy had yet to return so he simply settled for a withering glare for her tone. Pavlos took another glance around, unsure if their little spat had caught the attention of anyone. The Lord spotted none, but of course a particularly sneaky person could get past his radar, he wasn't as young as he used to be after all. With the attention of salvaging the rest of the night, Pavlos again offered his arm to his wife.
"All pettiness aside, I am sorry. After all these years one would think the simple emotion of jealousy would be left to my younger self."
Pavlos cast his wife a rare smile, boyish in nature and also slightly embarrassed. Not only did he not smile hardly at all, it would be a cold day in hell before he would give her a smile that he so readily use to beam when they first began courting. Hades must be a bit frigid in his domain, it would seem. Pavlos lead them back into the light, intending to try his hand on dice or cards. He pulls out a chair for Sera should she wish to join him, or gossip with the other ladies with their men tonight. After taking his own seat, a casual survey of the area was made, taking note who was present and who would be open to his idea. After a few seconds, he suddenly raises his voice and calls out.
"I challenge any lord or common man to a game of dice! Who would like to lose their coin to the Head of Marikas!"
Pavlos caught sight of his daughters Daniil (again) and Agathe and he gestures them over to watch or play, Sera may not approve but she needed to let loose as well. The lord had a servant bring him a round of wine and grabbed the dice in his fist. Normally he would never allow himself to show this much gusto due to his station, but this was a night for dares and never would haves.
