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Now that their home was fuller than ever, Dorothea craved escape whenever possible. As much as she could handle courtly behavior and politeness, she found the crowded space was just too much. She couldn’t move anywhere without bumping into someone and then engaging in polite talk for five to ten minutes. Time, during which, she spent fantasizing about escaping outdoors. Then, when she finally did make it nearly outside, she was bombarded by someone yet again, asking her something or requiring her for a task. It was all a bit tedious, but she felt as though she was bearing her duties rather well. And so, when the opportunity presented itself for an escape, Dorothea took it, miraculously managing not to run into anyone at all on her way out. Her maid servant may have had a bit to do with that, as Dorothea pleaded with her to run interference should anyone approach.
Her beloved bow on her back, Dorothea crept towards the practice range she and her father had been developing over the past fifteen years of her life. She constantly changed out the targets, varied the lengths and depths in which she needed to shoot. Finally, she would set up her own odd places to stand, kneel, perch, or even jump from. If the target couldn’t always be moving, then she must account for herself (though they had rigged a rather ingenious pulley system which could in fact move targets on occasion).
The range was set up rather simply for the past week, allowing for the Princess Athanasia’s lessons. It had been enjoyable so far, teaching the young woman. She was a quick study and eager to learn. Dorothea often enjoyed giving lessons, especially to young women. It was satisfying to watch them begin to feel empowered in their own skills and abilities as they improved. Dorothea believed strongly that women should learn to protect themselves and not feel to need to rely on men for everything. She felt as though she could get by without a man in her life, though she deeply loved her father and brother. But should the need arise, she could protect herself. It was scary to feel helpless and she wouldn’t wish that on anyone. And so, she trained others when asked. Even if they would never be the best, that was okay. They would know the skills should the need ever arise. That was enough.
Even though the range was set up rather simply, Dorothea could make it a challenge for herself. Shooting for the center was easy, boring. But shooting in a pattern? Now that was more fun. She took a brief second to consider her design, then drew her arrows, firing at a rapid pace. After a minute, she had exhausted all of her arrows and her design was complete: a passable outline of a stag, antlers and all. If anything, perhaps her design was slightly flawed. All of her arrows had landed exactly where she intended them.
Dorothea smiled, brushing a stray curl from her braid away, knowing that her effort would have no effect. She shivered slightly as a light breeze rippled through the area, her sleeveless green chiton, meant for archery practice felt like not enough for the weather. Then again, she was always cold, even in the warmest months, so this was no surprise. Still, nothing would keep her from practicing.
She went through several other rounds, her latest being a rather ambitious looking crab, pausing only as she heard the sound of soft applause. At some point, it seemed she had attracted a visitor. She turned, spotting the Lady Imeeya at once and offered the young woman a smile. She was surprised to note the young woman alone, but made no mention of it.
“Good afternoon, Lady Imeeya,” she greeted. “Have you come to join me?” She hadn’t succeeded in getting the lady to try, but perhaps this was her chance.
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Now that their home was fuller than ever, Dorothea craved escape whenever possible. As much as she could handle courtly behavior and politeness, she found the crowded space was just too much. She couldn’t move anywhere without bumping into someone and then engaging in polite talk for five to ten minutes. Time, during which, she spent fantasizing about escaping outdoors. Then, when she finally did make it nearly outside, she was bombarded by someone yet again, asking her something or requiring her for a task. It was all a bit tedious, but she felt as though she was bearing her duties rather well. And so, when the opportunity presented itself for an escape, Dorothea took it, miraculously managing not to run into anyone at all on her way out. Her maid servant may have had a bit to do with that, as Dorothea pleaded with her to run interference should anyone approach.
Her beloved bow on her back, Dorothea crept towards the practice range she and her father had been developing over the past fifteen years of her life. She constantly changed out the targets, varied the lengths and depths in which she needed to shoot. Finally, she would set up her own odd places to stand, kneel, perch, or even jump from. If the target couldn’t always be moving, then she must account for herself (though they had rigged a rather ingenious pulley system which could in fact move targets on occasion).
The range was set up rather simply for the past week, allowing for the Princess Athanasia’s lessons. It had been enjoyable so far, teaching the young woman. She was a quick study and eager to learn. Dorothea often enjoyed giving lessons, especially to young women. It was satisfying to watch them begin to feel empowered in their own skills and abilities as they improved. Dorothea believed strongly that women should learn to protect themselves and not feel to need to rely on men for everything. She felt as though she could get by without a man in her life, though she deeply loved her father and brother. But should the need arise, she could protect herself. It was scary to feel helpless and she wouldn’t wish that on anyone. And so, she trained others when asked. Even if they would never be the best, that was okay. They would know the skills should the need ever arise. That was enough.
Even though the range was set up rather simply, Dorothea could make it a challenge for herself. Shooting for the center was easy, boring. But shooting in a pattern? Now that was more fun. She took a brief second to consider her design, then drew her arrows, firing at a rapid pace. After a minute, she had exhausted all of her arrows and her design was complete: a passable outline of a stag, antlers and all. If anything, perhaps her design was slightly flawed. All of her arrows had landed exactly where she intended them.
Dorothea smiled, brushing a stray curl from her braid away, knowing that her effort would have no effect. She shivered slightly as a light breeze rippled through the area, her sleeveless green chiton, meant for archery practice felt like not enough for the weather. Then again, she was always cold, even in the warmest months, so this was no surprise. Still, nothing would keep her from practicing.
She went through several other rounds, her latest being a rather ambitious looking crab, pausing only as she heard the sound of soft applause. At some point, it seemed she had attracted a visitor. She turned, spotting the Lady Imeeya at once and offered the young woman a smile. She was surprised to note the young woman alone, but made no mention of it.
“Good afternoon, Lady Imeeya,” she greeted. “Have you come to join me?” She hadn’t succeeded in getting the lady to try, but perhaps this was her chance.
Now that their home was fuller than ever, Dorothea craved escape whenever possible. As much as she could handle courtly behavior and politeness, she found the crowded space was just too much. She couldn’t move anywhere without bumping into someone and then engaging in polite talk for five to ten minutes. Time, during which, she spent fantasizing about escaping outdoors. Then, when she finally did make it nearly outside, she was bombarded by someone yet again, asking her something or requiring her for a task. It was all a bit tedious, but she felt as though she was bearing her duties rather well. And so, when the opportunity presented itself for an escape, Dorothea took it, miraculously managing not to run into anyone at all on her way out. Her maid servant may have had a bit to do with that, as Dorothea pleaded with her to run interference should anyone approach.
Her beloved bow on her back, Dorothea crept towards the practice range she and her father had been developing over the past fifteen years of her life. She constantly changed out the targets, varied the lengths and depths in which she needed to shoot. Finally, she would set up her own odd places to stand, kneel, perch, or even jump from. If the target couldn’t always be moving, then she must account for herself (though they had rigged a rather ingenious pulley system which could in fact move targets on occasion).
The range was set up rather simply for the past week, allowing for the Princess Athanasia’s lessons. It had been enjoyable so far, teaching the young woman. She was a quick study and eager to learn. Dorothea often enjoyed giving lessons, especially to young women. It was satisfying to watch them begin to feel empowered in their own skills and abilities as they improved. Dorothea believed strongly that women should learn to protect themselves and not feel to need to rely on men for everything. She felt as though she could get by without a man in her life, though she deeply loved her father and brother. But should the need arise, she could protect herself. It was scary to feel helpless and she wouldn’t wish that on anyone. And so, she trained others when asked. Even if they would never be the best, that was okay. They would know the skills should the need ever arise. That was enough.
Even though the range was set up rather simply, Dorothea could make it a challenge for herself. Shooting for the center was easy, boring. But shooting in a pattern? Now that was more fun. She took a brief second to consider her design, then drew her arrows, firing at a rapid pace. After a minute, she had exhausted all of her arrows and her design was complete: a passable outline of a stag, antlers and all. If anything, perhaps her design was slightly flawed. All of her arrows had landed exactly where she intended them.
Dorothea smiled, brushing a stray curl from her braid away, knowing that her effort would have no effect. She shivered slightly as a light breeze rippled through the area, her sleeveless green chiton, meant for archery practice felt like not enough for the weather. Then again, she was always cold, even in the warmest months, so this was no surprise. Still, nothing would keep her from practicing.
She went through several other rounds, her latest being a rather ambitious looking crab, pausing only as she heard the sound of soft applause. At some point, it seemed she had attracted a visitor. She turned, spotting the Lady Imeeya at once and offered the young woman a smile. She was surprised to note the young woman alone, but made no mention of it.
“Good afternoon, Lady Imeeya,” she greeted. “Have you come to join me?” She hadn’t succeeded in getting the lady to try, but perhaps this was her chance.
Since Imeeya had been staying at the Dimitrou estate, Imeeya had finally had a chance to relax for the first time since she had come to Taengea. Imeeya was finding that as she began to feel comfortable, she had a lot of thoughts on her mind. Without other things to occupy her mind, she seemed to be suddenly finding those thoughts coming to mind inconveniently. When the men had come back from fighting the Creed, Imeeya had jumped in to help with taking care of the wounded soldiers without a second thought. Yet, nothing in her sheltered life up until that point had prepared her for dealing with those kinds of things. Now, if she sat still for too long, she ended up thinking about those things. Imeeya did not particularly want to think about those things.
Therefore, Imeeya had kept herself busy during her stay at the Dimitrou estate. Today, Imeeya decided to take the time to do some exploring outside around the grounds. After breakfast, Imeeya had wandered down a path that she hadn’t previously followed, not considering that this was the direction that Asia and Dorothea went to practice their archery until she stumbled upon Dorothea alone shooting at targets. Imeeya immediately started to turn to head back towards the house, not wanting to disturb the woman at her practice but paused when she saw Dorothea nock her bow. She hadn’t had much opportunity to watch anyone practice archery, and she supposed as long as she was quiet, it probably wouldn’t matter.
Imeeya had always assumed that practices would be full of stumbling attempts, and perhaps they were for someone less skilled with a bow than Dorothea, but Imeeya found herself open-mouthed in awe as she watched her fire off a perfect pattern of arrows in the shape of a crab. Imeeya found herself applauding without even thinking at the amazing display of bowmanship. Luckily, Imeeya managed to regain her composure by the time Dorothea had turned to see her there.
”Good afternoon”, Imeeya returned the greeting. ”Oh, I was just out walking when I stumbled upon you practicing.” Imeeya demurred. She had no interest in learning archery like her cousin, despite the fact that Asia had been bugging her to come to join them. Perhaps Dorothea thought that Imeeya had finally given in to her pleas to learn archery for herself. ”It seems you are something of an artist as well as an archer.” Imeeya quickly changed the subject, with a smug grin, looking over at the arrangement of arrows. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to stick around and watch Dorothea practice after all.
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Since Imeeya had been staying at the Dimitrou estate, Imeeya had finally had a chance to relax for the first time since she had come to Taengea. Imeeya was finding that as she began to feel comfortable, she had a lot of thoughts on her mind. Without other things to occupy her mind, she seemed to be suddenly finding those thoughts coming to mind inconveniently. When the men had come back from fighting the Creed, Imeeya had jumped in to help with taking care of the wounded soldiers without a second thought. Yet, nothing in her sheltered life up until that point had prepared her for dealing with those kinds of things. Now, if she sat still for too long, she ended up thinking about those things. Imeeya did not particularly want to think about those things.
Therefore, Imeeya had kept herself busy during her stay at the Dimitrou estate. Today, Imeeya decided to take the time to do some exploring outside around the grounds. After breakfast, Imeeya had wandered down a path that she hadn’t previously followed, not considering that this was the direction that Asia and Dorothea went to practice their archery until she stumbled upon Dorothea alone shooting at targets. Imeeya immediately started to turn to head back towards the house, not wanting to disturb the woman at her practice but paused when she saw Dorothea nock her bow. She hadn’t had much opportunity to watch anyone practice archery, and she supposed as long as she was quiet, it probably wouldn’t matter.
Imeeya had always assumed that practices would be full of stumbling attempts, and perhaps they were for someone less skilled with a bow than Dorothea, but Imeeya found herself open-mouthed in awe as she watched her fire off a perfect pattern of arrows in the shape of a crab. Imeeya found herself applauding without even thinking at the amazing display of bowmanship. Luckily, Imeeya managed to regain her composure by the time Dorothea had turned to see her there.
”Good afternoon”, Imeeya returned the greeting. ”Oh, I was just out walking when I stumbled upon you practicing.” Imeeya demurred. She had no interest in learning archery like her cousin, despite the fact that Asia had been bugging her to come to join them. Perhaps Dorothea thought that Imeeya had finally given in to her pleas to learn archery for herself. ”It seems you are something of an artist as well as an archer.” Imeeya quickly changed the subject, with a smug grin, looking over at the arrangement of arrows. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to stick around and watch Dorothea practice after all.
Since Imeeya had been staying at the Dimitrou estate, Imeeya had finally had a chance to relax for the first time since she had come to Taengea. Imeeya was finding that as she began to feel comfortable, she had a lot of thoughts on her mind. Without other things to occupy her mind, she seemed to be suddenly finding those thoughts coming to mind inconveniently. When the men had come back from fighting the Creed, Imeeya had jumped in to help with taking care of the wounded soldiers without a second thought. Yet, nothing in her sheltered life up until that point had prepared her for dealing with those kinds of things. Now, if she sat still for too long, she ended up thinking about those things. Imeeya did not particularly want to think about those things.
Therefore, Imeeya had kept herself busy during her stay at the Dimitrou estate. Today, Imeeya decided to take the time to do some exploring outside around the grounds. After breakfast, Imeeya had wandered down a path that she hadn’t previously followed, not considering that this was the direction that Asia and Dorothea went to practice their archery until she stumbled upon Dorothea alone shooting at targets. Imeeya immediately started to turn to head back towards the house, not wanting to disturb the woman at her practice but paused when she saw Dorothea nock her bow. She hadn’t had much opportunity to watch anyone practice archery, and she supposed as long as she was quiet, it probably wouldn’t matter.
Imeeya had always assumed that practices would be full of stumbling attempts, and perhaps they were for someone less skilled with a bow than Dorothea, but Imeeya found herself open-mouthed in awe as she watched her fire off a perfect pattern of arrows in the shape of a crab. Imeeya found herself applauding without even thinking at the amazing display of bowmanship. Luckily, Imeeya managed to regain her composure by the time Dorothea had turned to see her there.
”Good afternoon”, Imeeya returned the greeting. ”Oh, I was just out walking when I stumbled upon you practicing.” Imeeya demurred. She had no interest in learning archery like her cousin, despite the fact that Asia had been bugging her to come to join them. Perhaps Dorothea thought that Imeeya had finally given in to her pleas to learn archery for herself. ”It seems you are something of an artist as well as an archer.” Imeeya quickly changed the subject, with a smug grin, looking over at the arrangement of arrows. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to stick around and watch Dorothea practice after all.
Dorothea believed in getting to know any guests in her home, yet as of late there were more guests than usual. She regretted not having a chance to speak with the lady Imeeya much beyond the occasional greeting here and there. It seemed as though there were many important people she had to attend to and somehow this young woman had gotten lost in the fray. Dorothea felt bad, but was glad she was here now. Perhaps if she couldn’t teach Imeeya something with the bow, she could at least get to know her a little better. She felt bound to try and know everyone staying in her household better.
Although Imeeya deflected her suggestion deftly, Dorothea was not to be deterred. She wouldn’t let her pass this easily. Especially not when they were alone and she had a chance to convince her companion. For now, she would not push it completely. Smiling at the compliment, Dorothea replied, “It keeps me from getting too bored. I know I could hit the center of that target, even with my eyes closed, so it is not a challenge. I am constantly looking for ways to improve myself and this,” she shrugged, “well, it is a bit more fun. I fear that when it looks odd it is more due to my poor design than skill. Crabs, at least, I can recreate rather accurately.”
She moved towards the target, quickly pulling the arrows and erasing the shape before retuning to Imeeya. Now she could make her argument with the tools in her hands. She’d had enough practice for the day, so felt no need to continue shooting, but hoped that Imeeya would. As of yet, Dorothea hadn’t been able to get much of a read on the woman. She had picked up little from Asia, the princess seemed less than willing to mention Imeeya. After a few brief attempts to learn more, Dorothea had let it rest and focused on what Asia had come to learn from her.
“I’m sorry we haven’t had much of an opportunity to speak as of yet,” Dorothea said, turning her attention to the young woman in front of her. “I hope you are finding your stay here comfortable. What do you think of Taengea so far?” It was always interesting to hear the perspective of her homeland from someone else. Of course, she thought that Meganea was the most spectacular part of Taengea, but was well aware that was biased. She was also interested in hearing more of Colchis. She had read so much about the place, but it had truly been brought to life with the arrival of their guests. Never before had she had much of an inclination to travel, but she was slowly beginning to feel that change. It would be nice to experience more of the world.
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Dorothea believed in getting to know any guests in her home, yet as of late there were more guests than usual. She regretted not having a chance to speak with the lady Imeeya much beyond the occasional greeting here and there. It seemed as though there were many important people she had to attend to and somehow this young woman had gotten lost in the fray. Dorothea felt bad, but was glad she was here now. Perhaps if she couldn’t teach Imeeya something with the bow, she could at least get to know her a little better. She felt bound to try and know everyone staying in her household better.
Although Imeeya deflected her suggestion deftly, Dorothea was not to be deterred. She wouldn’t let her pass this easily. Especially not when they were alone and she had a chance to convince her companion. For now, she would not push it completely. Smiling at the compliment, Dorothea replied, “It keeps me from getting too bored. I know I could hit the center of that target, even with my eyes closed, so it is not a challenge. I am constantly looking for ways to improve myself and this,” she shrugged, “well, it is a bit more fun. I fear that when it looks odd it is more due to my poor design than skill. Crabs, at least, I can recreate rather accurately.”
She moved towards the target, quickly pulling the arrows and erasing the shape before retuning to Imeeya. Now she could make her argument with the tools in her hands. She’d had enough practice for the day, so felt no need to continue shooting, but hoped that Imeeya would. As of yet, Dorothea hadn’t been able to get much of a read on the woman. She had picked up little from Asia, the princess seemed less than willing to mention Imeeya. After a few brief attempts to learn more, Dorothea had let it rest and focused on what Asia had come to learn from her.
“I’m sorry we haven’t had much of an opportunity to speak as of yet,” Dorothea said, turning her attention to the young woman in front of her. “I hope you are finding your stay here comfortable. What do you think of Taengea so far?” It was always interesting to hear the perspective of her homeland from someone else. Of course, she thought that Meganea was the most spectacular part of Taengea, but was well aware that was biased. She was also interested in hearing more of Colchis. She had read so much about the place, but it had truly been brought to life with the arrival of their guests. Never before had she had much of an inclination to travel, but she was slowly beginning to feel that change. It would be nice to experience more of the world.
Dorothea believed in getting to know any guests in her home, yet as of late there were more guests than usual. She regretted not having a chance to speak with the lady Imeeya much beyond the occasional greeting here and there. It seemed as though there were many important people she had to attend to and somehow this young woman had gotten lost in the fray. Dorothea felt bad, but was glad she was here now. Perhaps if she couldn’t teach Imeeya something with the bow, she could at least get to know her a little better. She felt bound to try and know everyone staying in her household better.
Although Imeeya deflected her suggestion deftly, Dorothea was not to be deterred. She wouldn’t let her pass this easily. Especially not when they were alone and she had a chance to convince her companion. For now, she would not push it completely. Smiling at the compliment, Dorothea replied, “It keeps me from getting too bored. I know I could hit the center of that target, even with my eyes closed, so it is not a challenge. I am constantly looking for ways to improve myself and this,” she shrugged, “well, it is a bit more fun. I fear that when it looks odd it is more due to my poor design than skill. Crabs, at least, I can recreate rather accurately.”
She moved towards the target, quickly pulling the arrows and erasing the shape before retuning to Imeeya. Now she could make her argument with the tools in her hands. She’d had enough practice for the day, so felt no need to continue shooting, but hoped that Imeeya would. As of yet, Dorothea hadn’t been able to get much of a read on the woman. She had picked up little from Asia, the princess seemed less than willing to mention Imeeya. After a few brief attempts to learn more, Dorothea had let it rest and focused on what Asia had come to learn from her.
“I’m sorry we haven’t had much of an opportunity to speak as of yet,” Dorothea said, turning her attention to the young woman in front of her. “I hope you are finding your stay here comfortable. What do you think of Taengea so far?” It was always interesting to hear the perspective of her homeland from someone else. Of course, she thought that Meganea was the most spectacular part of Taengea, but was well aware that was biased. She was also interested in hearing more of Colchis. She had read so much about the place, but it had truly been brought to life with the arrival of their guests. Never before had she had much of an inclination to travel, but she was slowly beginning to feel that change. It would be nice to experience more of the world.
Despite not having much experience with a bow herself, Imeeya couldn’t help but be impressed by the casual way in which Dorothea described her bow and arrow artwork. It seemed as if it shouldn’t be so simple to have the arrow go so precisely where one wanted it to. But Dorothea was known to be an expert bow-woman so for her, it must be as simple as it seemed. Imeeya watched as the woman went to the target and removed the arrows, bringing them back to where they were standing. Imeeya expected that the woman would continue her practice, but instead, Dorothea began to make conversation.
Imeeya and Dorothea hadn’t had much time to talk since she had been in Meganea, and some of that had been Imeeya’s fault. She had been trying her best to keep herself busy so she didn’t have to think about what had happened when the men returned from fighting the Creed. Normally some form of light activity would keep those images from her head.
”I believe some of that fault may like with me, Lady Dorothea.” Imeeya politely redirected the criticism from her hostess to herself. ”I admit that I’ve been hard to pin down lately.” Although it was yet another change in venue and Imeeya was not the most happy with having to adjust to yet another new place, she had been enjoying her time in Megaenea so far. ”My stay has been very pleasant so far. And my visit to Taengea has been….” Imeeya paused for just a moment trying to pick the right words for the situation, though the pause almost spoke for itself. “Very busy so far. There have been many unexpected happenings, but I can definitely say that I haven’t been bored.” Imeeya smiled pleasantly, making the statement into a bit of a joke.
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Despite not having much experience with a bow herself, Imeeya couldn’t help but be impressed by the casual way in which Dorothea described her bow and arrow artwork. It seemed as if it shouldn’t be so simple to have the arrow go so precisely where one wanted it to. But Dorothea was known to be an expert bow-woman so for her, it must be as simple as it seemed. Imeeya watched as the woman went to the target and removed the arrows, bringing them back to where they were standing. Imeeya expected that the woman would continue her practice, but instead, Dorothea began to make conversation.
Imeeya and Dorothea hadn’t had much time to talk since she had been in Meganea, and some of that had been Imeeya’s fault. She had been trying her best to keep herself busy so she didn’t have to think about what had happened when the men returned from fighting the Creed. Normally some form of light activity would keep those images from her head.
”I believe some of that fault may like with me, Lady Dorothea.” Imeeya politely redirected the criticism from her hostess to herself. ”I admit that I’ve been hard to pin down lately.” Although it was yet another change in venue and Imeeya was not the most happy with having to adjust to yet another new place, she had been enjoying her time in Megaenea so far. ”My stay has been very pleasant so far. And my visit to Taengea has been….” Imeeya paused for just a moment trying to pick the right words for the situation, though the pause almost spoke for itself. “Very busy so far. There have been many unexpected happenings, but I can definitely say that I haven’t been bored.” Imeeya smiled pleasantly, making the statement into a bit of a joke.
Despite not having much experience with a bow herself, Imeeya couldn’t help but be impressed by the casual way in which Dorothea described her bow and arrow artwork. It seemed as if it shouldn’t be so simple to have the arrow go so precisely where one wanted it to. But Dorothea was known to be an expert bow-woman so for her, it must be as simple as it seemed. Imeeya watched as the woman went to the target and removed the arrows, bringing them back to where they were standing. Imeeya expected that the woman would continue her practice, but instead, Dorothea began to make conversation.
Imeeya and Dorothea hadn’t had much time to talk since she had been in Meganea, and some of that had been Imeeya’s fault. She had been trying her best to keep herself busy so she didn’t have to think about what had happened when the men returned from fighting the Creed. Normally some form of light activity would keep those images from her head.
”I believe some of that fault may like with me, Lady Dorothea.” Imeeya politely redirected the criticism from her hostess to herself. ”I admit that I’ve been hard to pin down lately.” Although it was yet another change in venue and Imeeya was not the most happy with having to adjust to yet another new place, she had been enjoying her time in Megaenea so far. ”My stay has been very pleasant so far. And my visit to Taengea has been….” Imeeya paused for just a moment trying to pick the right words for the situation, though the pause almost spoke for itself. “Very busy so far. There have been many unexpected happenings, but I can definitely say that I haven’t been bored.” Imeeya smiled pleasantly, making the statement into a bit of a joke.
Chrysanthe wasn’t used to seeing someone of this woman’s rank who ever seemed to have anything in common with her, and yet here was this woman who was just as new and just as lost as she was in this place. Well maybe lost wasn’t the correct word, she had a man with her who knew where they were, and how to get back to civilization from here. So that was something different about them after all. But there was something about the woman that didn’t feel threatening to Chrysanthe. Perhaps it was the way that she seemed to genuinely take Chrysanthe’s opinion into consideration.
Chrysanthe was surprised that the lady was asking her whether or not she would allow them to stay by the water for longer. She wasn’t used to be given an option for what to do when, but she’d had plenty of experience recently in developing her own opinion on things. So she smiled along with the woman as she spoke of her man who knew the area, and then managed to reply with only a moment’s hesitation. ”Don’t let me rush you back. The water is very nice. I’ve been walking by it for a while.” Chrysanthe glanced out over the water. The breeze coming off the ocean was cooling and refreshing after her long walk, though it carried with it the chill of the changing seasons.
It struck Chrysanthe as odd that a lady of this woman’s station would be worried at Chrysanthe’s being out here alone. She had been more or less alone for much of her life, and this was only the second time anyone had expressed concern at that fact. The first time was when Rhode had found her on the streets of Vasiliadon and taken her into the foundling home that Rhode ran. ”Of course I’m alone. Why wouldn’t I be? Chrysanthe asked, her brow furrowing a bit in confusing. Noticing Persephone glancing behind her, Chrysanthe glanced back over her shoulder. ”No one’s followed me, have they?” She had no reason to think that anyone would have a reason to follow her, but she knew there could be people out there with bad intentions. She was suddenly thankful for the man who was escorting this lady.
There was no one behind her, thankfully, and once Chrysanthe was satisfied with this fact, she turned back to the woman. ”What’s your name?” Chrysanthe asked, genuinely curious. ”I’d like to be able to thank you properly for this favor once I’ve found a steady job.” It seemed only the right thing to do. Maybe the thanks of a poor woman like her wouldn’t mean too much to a proper lady who could afford a bodyguard to follow her around, but Chrysanthe hoped she could find a proper way to express her gratitude anyway.
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Chrysanthe wasn’t used to seeing someone of this woman’s rank who ever seemed to have anything in common with her, and yet here was this woman who was just as new and just as lost as she was in this place. Well maybe lost wasn’t the correct word, she had a man with her who knew where they were, and how to get back to civilization from here. So that was something different about them after all. But there was something about the woman that didn’t feel threatening to Chrysanthe. Perhaps it was the way that she seemed to genuinely take Chrysanthe’s opinion into consideration.
Chrysanthe was surprised that the lady was asking her whether or not she would allow them to stay by the water for longer. She wasn’t used to be given an option for what to do when, but she’d had plenty of experience recently in developing her own opinion on things. So she smiled along with the woman as she spoke of her man who knew the area, and then managed to reply with only a moment’s hesitation. ”Don’t let me rush you back. The water is very nice. I’ve been walking by it for a while.” Chrysanthe glanced out over the water. The breeze coming off the ocean was cooling and refreshing after her long walk, though it carried with it the chill of the changing seasons.
It struck Chrysanthe as odd that a lady of this woman’s station would be worried at Chrysanthe’s being out here alone. She had been more or less alone for much of her life, and this was only the second time anyone had expressed concern at that fact. The first time was when Rhode had found her on the streets of Vasiliadon and taken her into the foundling home that Rhode ran. ”Of course I’m alone. Why wouldn’t I be? Chrysanthe asked, her brow furrowing a bit in confusing. Noticing Persephone glancing behind her, Chrysanthe glanced back over her shoulder. ”No one’s followed me, have they?” She had no reason to think that anyone would have a reason to follow her, but she knew there could be people out there with bad intentions. She was suddenly thankful for the man who was escorting this lady.
There was no one behind her, thankfully, and once Chrysanthe was satisfied with this fact, she turned back to the woman. ”What’s your name?” Chrysanthe asked, genuinely curious. ”I’d like to be able to thank you properly for this favor once I’ve found a steady job.” It seemed only the right thing to do. Maybe the thanks of a poor woman like her wouldn’t mean too much to a proper lady who could afford a bodyguard to follow her around, but Chrysanthe hoped she could find a proper way to express her gratitude anyway.
Chrysanthe wasn’t used to seeing someone of this woman’s rank who ever seemed to have anything in common with her, and yet here was this woman who was just as new and just as lost as she was in this place. Well maybe lost wasn’t the correct word, she had a man with her who knew where they were, and how to get back to civilization from here. So that was something different about them after all. But there was something about the woman that didn’t feel threatening to Chrysanthe. Perhaps it was the way that she seemed to genuinely take Chrysanthe’s opinion into consideration.
Chrysanthe was surprised that the lady was asking her whether or not she would allow them to stay by the water for longer. She wasn’t used to be given an option for what to do when, but she’d had plenty of experience recently in developing her own opinion on things. So she smiled along with the woman as she spoke of her man who knew the area, and then managed to reply with only a moment’s hesitation. ”Don’t let me rush you back. The water is very nice. I’ve been walking by it for a while.” Chrysanthe glanced out over the water. The breeze coming off the ocean was cooling and refreshing after her long walk, though it carried with it the chill of the changing seasons.
It struck Chrysanthe as odd that a lady of this woman’s station would be worried at Chrysanthe’s being out here alone. She had been more or less alone for much of her life, and this was only the second time anyone had expressed concern at that fact. The first time was when Rhode had found her on the streets of Vasiliadon and taken her into the foundling home that Rhode ran. ”Of course I’m alone. Why wouldn’t I be? Chrysanthe asked, her brow furrowing a bit in confusing. Noticing Persephone glancing behind her, Chrysanthe glanced back over her shoulder. ”No one’s followed me, have they?” She had no reason to think that anyone would have a reason to follow her, but she knew there could be people out there with bad intentions. She was suddenly thankful for the man who was escorting this lady.
There was no one behind her, thankfully, and once Chrysanthe was satisfied with this fact, she turned back to the woman. ”What’s your name?” Chrysanthe asked, genuinely curious. ”I’d like to be able to thank you properly for this favor once I’ve found a steady job.” It seemed only the right thing to do. Maybe the thanks of a poor woman like her wouldn’t mean too much to a proper lady who could afford a bodyguard to follow her around, but Chrysanthe hoped she could find a proper way to express her gratitude anyway.
Dorothea could tell from early on that Imeeya was far more practiced at speaking with others in a formal way than she was. Even as their conversation progressed, Doro noted the casual way Imeeya managed to say so much without saying anything at all. It was really rather impressive. Sometimes Dorothea wished she could do the same. She had a habit of saying what she meant far too much of the time. Or, she would say nothing at all, not trusting herself not to be honest. She could entertain when she needed, but it grew dreadfully boring after awhile. It was nicer to get down to the root of a person, to know them more genuinely.
“Yes, Taengea has a way of exciting people,” Dorothea replied, smiling. She did dearly love her home and it almost never failed to disappoint with something going on. Though, of course, she greatly preferred to be on their own lands, hunting and riding, it didn’t mean she was immune to the goings on and gossip of their realm. Dorothea made a point to follow it with some interest.
“I’m glad to hear you haven’t been bored. If you find yourself slipping, please do let me know and I’m sure I can find something entertaining for you to do,” she said, with a genuine smile. “Is this your first visit here? I’m curious to hear firsthand what you find some of the differences in our cultures to be.”
With all of their visitors of late, Dorothea had found herself struck with an urge to travel. It might be nice to finally see some of the world that she had read so much about. Encountering others was wonderful, but to see where they were from would be truly something else.
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Dorothea could tell from early on that Imeeya was far more practiced at speaking with others in a formal way than she was. Even as their conversation progressed, Doro noted the casual way Imeeya managed to say so much without saying anything at all. It was really rather impressive. Sometimes Dorothea wished she could do the same. She had a habit of saying what she meant far too much of the time. Or, she would say nothing at all, not trusting herself not to be honest. She could entertain when she needed, but it grew dreadfully boring after awhile. It was nicer to get down to the root of a person, to know them more genuinely.
“Yes, Taengea has a way of exciting people,” Dorothea replied, smiling. She did dearly love her home and it almost never failed to disappoint with something going on. Though, of course, she greatly preferred to be on their own lands, hunting and riding, it didn’t mean she was immune to the goings on and gossip of their realm. Dorothea made a point to follow it with some interest.
“I’m glad to hear you haven’t been bored. If you find yourself slipping, please do let me know and I’m sure I can find something entertaining for you to do,” she said, with a genuine smile. “Is this your first visit here? I’m curious to hear firsthand what you find some of the differences in our cultures to be.”
With all of their visitors of late, Dorothea had found herself struck with an urge to travel. It might be nice to finally see some of the world that she had read so much about. Encountering others was wonderful, but to see where they were from would be truly something else.
Dorothea could tell from early on that Imeeya was far more practiced at speaking with others in a formal way than she was. Even as their conversation progressed, Doro noted the casual way Imeeya managed to say so much without saying anything at all. It was really rather impressive. Sometimes Dorothea wished she could do the same. She had a habit of saying what she meant far too much of the time. Or, she would say nothing at all, not trusting herself not to be honest. She could entertain when she needed, but it grew dreadfully boring after awhile. It was nicer to get down to the root of a person, to know them more genuinely.
“Yes, Taengea has a way of exciting people,” Dorothea replied, smiling. She did dearly love her home and it almost never failed to disappoint with something going on. Though, of course, she greatly preferred to be on their own lands, hunting and riding, it didn’t mean she was immune to the goings on and gossip of their realm. Dorothea made a point to follow it with some interest.
“I’m glad to hear you haven’t been bored. If you find yourself slipping, please do let me know and I’m sure I can find something entertaining for you to do,” she said, with a genuine smile. “Is this your first visit here? I’m curious to hear firsthand what you find some of the differences in our cultures to be.”
With all of their visitors of late, Dorothea had found herself struck with an urge to travel. It might be nice to finally see some of the world that she had read so much about. Encountering others was wonderful, but to see where they were from would be truly something else.
Truth be told, Imeeya was glad for the more easy-going nature of her cousin’s cousin. The woman seemed much more relaxed around her than she was around this woman whose house she was now staying in. Perhaps it was just the familiarity of the environment, but Imeeya found herself relaxing if only a little bit in the woman’s presence.
When Dorothea mentioned that Taengea had a way of exciting people, Imeeya nodded murmured a small agreement. It wasn’t worth pressing the point that all of the excitement so far had been quite worrying. That was all in the past and Vang and Nike had both returned with no lasting harm. Now she should finally be able to find the time to enjoy herself.
However, Imeeya was practiced at keeping others at arm’s length and those walls didn’t disappear easily. So when Dorothea asked what differences she saw between the cultures, she tried to keep her answers polite and not reveal any of the negatives she saw in Taengean culture. “Everyone here has been so warm and open,” Imeeya smiled as she answered. She didn’t add that they had been almost cloyingly so compared to the colder bluntness more common in Colchis. “But I’ve only been here for a short time so far, so I have not been able to make many observations.”
As much as Imeeya was skilled at the art of polite small talk, it wasn’t something she particularly enjoyed. She searched around for something that might save her from the tedium. “Perhaps you might show me how you made those beautiful designs with your bow and arrow?” Imeeya asked switching the conversation to an activity, or at least she hoped that Dorothea might take the hint. “I don’t think I’d ever be able to do something like that.” Imeeya had never had much desire to learn anything particularly martial in nature, she’d always left those things more to the men. Still, it seemed more interesting than politely finding ways to turn her observations about Taengea into compliments of the country.
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Truth be told, Imeeya was glad for the more easy-going nature of her cousin’s cousin. The woman seemed much more relaxed around her than she was around this woman whose house she was now staying in. Perhaps it was just the familiarity of the environment, but Imeeya found herself relaxing if only a little bit in the woman’s presence.
When Dorothea mentioned that Taengea had a way of exciting people, Imeeya nodded murmured a small agreement. It wasn’t worth pressing the point that all of the excitement so far had been quite worrying. That was all in the past and Vang and Nike had both returned with no lasting harm. Now she should finally be able to find the time to enjoy herself.
However, Imeeya was practiced at keeping others at arm’s length and those walls didn’t disappear easily. So when Dorothea asked what differences she saw between the cultures, she tried to keep her answers polite and not reveal any of the negatives she saw in Taengean culture. “Everyone here has been so warm and open,” Imeeya smiled as she answered. She didn’t add that they had been almost cloyingly so compared to the colder bluntness more common in Colchis. “But I’ve only been here for a short time so far, so I have not been able to make many observations.”
As much as Imeeya was skilled at the art of polite small talk, it wasn’t something she particularly enjoyed. She searched around for something that might save her from the tedium. “Perhaps you might show me how you made those beautiful designs with your bow and arrow?” Imeeya asked switching the conversation to an activity, or at least she hoped that Dorothea might take the hint. “I don’t think I’d ever be able to do something like that.” Imeeya had never had much desire to learn anything particularly martial in nature, she’d always left those things more to the men. Still, it seemed more interesting than politely finding ways to turn her observations about Taengea into compliments of the country.
Truth be told, Imeeya was glad for the more easy-going nature of her cousin’s cousin. The woman seemed much more relaxed around her than she was around this woman whose house she was now staying in. Perhaps it was just the familiarity of the environment, but Imeeya found herself relaxing if only a little bit in the woman’s presence.
When Dorothea mentioned that Taengea had a way of exciting people, Imeeya nodded murmured a small agreement. It wasn’t worth pressing the point that all of the excitement so far had been quite worrying. That was all in the past and Vang and Nike had both returned with no lasting harm. Now she should finally be able to find the time to enjoy herself.
However, Imeeya was practiced at keeping others at arm’s length and those walls didn’t disappear easily. So when Dorothea asked what differences she saw between the cultures, she tried to keep her answers polite and not reveal any of the negatives she saw in Taengean culture. “Everyone here has been so warm and open,” Imeeya smiled as she answered. She didn’t add that they had been almost cloyingly so compared to the colder bluntness more common in Colchis. “But I’ve only been here for a short time so far, so I have not been able to make many observations.”
As much as Imeeya was skilled at the art of polite small talk, it wasn’t something she particularly enjoyed. She searched around for something that might save her from the tedium. “Perhaps you might show me how you made those beautiful designs with your bow and arrow?” Imeeya asked switching the conversation to an activity, or at least she hoped that Dorothea might take the hint. “I don’t think I’d ever be able to do something like that.” Imeeya had never had much desire to learn anything particularly martial in nature, she’d always left those things more to the men. Still, it seemed more interesting than politely finding ways to turn her observations about Taengea into compliments of the country.
Dorothea could tell rather immediately that Imeeya was an excellent courtier. Thus far in their conversation, she hadn’t offered much of a profound opinion on anything yet. It was clear she was still testing the water with her hosts, not wanting to offend. That was probably the wisest thing to do in most circumstances, but Dorothea was far more laid back than most nobles. She greatly preferred the truth over bland acquiescence. That was often what bored her so about going to the capital. It was so dreadfully boring when people didn’t speak their true minds.
However, she wasn’t going to fault the other woman for it. It was difficult to change what had been taught into someone since birth. Imeeya just didn’t have the same fortune of a wild parent like Gavriil. Well, as wild as Gavriil could be. “I look forward to your comparison at the end of your stay here. I’ll be curious to discover any differences. I’ve never been to Colchis, so I’d appreciate your honesty.” Dorothea smiled at Imeeya, wondering if she’d ever get the truth. It was always nice to learn of other cultures.
The other woman turned the conversation for which both of them appeared grateful. The art of archery was something Dorothea was always willing to talk about. She glanced back at her design, giving it another critical stare.
“I’m sure you could, with practice,” she encouraged, turning back to Imeeya. “Perhaps it’s not fair for you to witness this. I’ve held the bow since I was a young lass. My first one was as tall as me.” She didn’t mention that her aim had always been remarkable, even as a young girl. Surely Imeeya had heard some of the stories as her cousin was coming to train with her for a reason.
“Do you shoot much? I’d be happy to show you a simple design. The most difficult part is envisioning the pattern, really. Although the arrows go where I want them, I find it is my mind that has sometimes made the faulty vision.”
Dorothea moved closer to Imeeya and held out her bow as an offer for the girl to take it.
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Dorothea could tell rather immediately that Imeeya was an excellent courtier. Thus far in their conversation, she hadn’t offered much of a profound opinion on anything yet. It was clear she was still testing the water with her hosts, not wanting to offend. That was probably the wisest thing to do in most circumstances, but Dorothea was far more laid back than most nobles. She greatly preferred the truth over bland acquiescence. That was often what bored her so about going to the capital. It was so dreadfully boring when people didn’t speak their true minds.
However, she wasn’t going to fault the other woman for it. It was difficult to change what had been taught into someone since birth. Imeeya just didn’t have the same fortune of a wild parent like Gavriil. Well, as wild as Gavriil could be. “I look forward to your comparison at the end of your stay here. I’ll be curious to discover any differences. I’ve never been to Colchis, so I’d appreciate your honesty.” Dorothea smiled at Imeeya, wondering if she’d ever get the truth. It was always nice to learn of other cultures.
The other woman turned the conversation for which both of them appeared grateful. The art of archery was something Dorothea was always willing to talk about. She glanced back at her design, giving it another critical stare.
“I’m sure you could, with practice,” she encouraged, turning back to Imeeya. “Perhaps it’s not fair for you to witness this. I’ve held the bow since I was a young lass. My first one was as tall as me.” She didn’t mention that her aim had always been remarkable, even as a young girl. Surely Imeeya had heard some of the stories as her cousin was coming to train with her for a reason.
“Do you shoot much? I’d be happy to show you a simple design. The most difficult part is envisioning the pattern, really. Although the arrows go where I want them, I find it is my mind that has sometimes made the faulty vision.”
Dorothea moved closer to Imeeya and held out her bow as an offer for the girl to take it.
Dorothea could tell rather immediately that Imeeya was an excellent courtier. Thus far in their conversation, she hadn’t offered much of a profound opinion on anything yet. It was clear she was still testing the water with her hosts, not wanting to offend. That was probably the wisest thing to do in most circumstances, but Dorothea was far more laid back than most nobles. She greatly preferred the truth over bland acquiescence. That was often what bored her so about going to the capital. It was so dreadfully boring when people didn’t speak their true minds.
However, she wasn’t going to fault the other woman for it. It was difficult to change what had been taught into someone since birth. Imeeya just didn’t have the same fortune of a wild parent like Gavriil. Well, as wild as Gavriil could be. “I look forward to your comparison at the end of your stay here. I’ll be curious to discover any differences. I’ve never been to Colchis, so I’d appreciate your honesty.” Dorothea smiled at Imeeya, wondering if she’d ever get the truth. It was always nice to learn of other cultures.
The other woman turned the conversation for which both of them appeared grateful. The art of archery was something Dorothea was always willing to talk about. She glanced back at her design, giving it another critical stare.
“I’m sure you could, with practice,” she encouraged, turning back to Imeeya. “Perhaps it’s not fair for you to witness this. I’ve held the bow since I was a young lass. My first one was as tall as me.” She didn’t mention that her aim had always been remarkable, even as a young girl. Surely Imeeya had heard some of the stories as her cousin was coming to train with her for a reason.
“Do you shoot much? I’d be happy to show you a simple design. The most difficult part is envisioning the pattern, really. Although the arrows go where I want them, I find it is my mind that has sometimes made the faulty vision.”
Dorothea moved closer to Imeeya and held out her bow as an offer for the girl to take it.
Imeeya continued the cautious pleasantness that she had been using with this foreign noble. While it didn't seem like Dorothea stood too much on ceremony, Dorothea's family was hosting her and it wasn't good to antagonize the people offering her hospitality. Imeeya smiled politely at the woman's request to hear more comparisons between their two countries after she had seen more of Taengea. "Of course. I'll be certain to let you know." Imeeya wasn't sure when she would see the woman again, but she would be certain to follow through on the request even if it required a letter.
Imeeya had thought that turning the conversation to the topic of Dorothea's shooting talent would make the interaction more interesting, but she hadn't expected it to be this much more interesting. She was beginning to sense that this might be a trend with Taengea. Imeeya had mostly been asking about archery to be polite. It had never been her interest. She found that martial topics were better left to the men and her cousin Athanasia. Yet, here she was with Dorothea holding out a bow to her. It would have been impolite not to accept.
Imeeya took the weapon awkwardly near the end of the bow holding it slightly away from her body. She was unsure of how to handle this bow and she didn't want to do anything to accidentally break such a prized possession of Dorothea's. "Oh, I haven't had any experience at all," Imeeya replied as if the way she was holding the bow didn't make that immediately obvious. "I'd be lucky to even hit the target, much less get the arrow to go where I wanted it to.” Imeeya laughed a little bit in a self-conscious way. It was more Imeeya trying to be polite than any real insecurity on her part. Imeeya secretly hoped that perhaps Dorothea would realize her uselessness at this task and choose another topic of conversation. She did not especially wish to demonstrate her complete ineptitude in front of a complete stranger.
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Imeeya continued the cautious pleasantness that she had been using with this foreign noble. While it didn't seem like Dorothea stood too much on ceremony, Dorothea's family was hosting her and it wasn't good to antagonize the people offering her hospitality. Imeeya smiled politely at the woman's request to hear more comparisons between their two countries after she had seen more of Taengea. "Of course. I'll be certain to let you know." Imeeya wasn't sure when she would see the woman again, but she would be certain to follow through on the request even if it required a letter.
Imeeya had thought that turning the conversation to the topic of Dorothea's shooting talent would make the interaction more interesting, but she hadn't expected it to be this much more interesting. She was beginning to sense that this might be a trend with Taengea. Imeeya had mostly been asking about archery to be polite. It had never been her interest. She found that martial topics were better left to the men and her cousin Athanasia. Yet, here she was with Dorothea holding out a bow to her. It would have been impolite not to accept.
Imeeya took the weapon awkwardly near the end of the bow holding it slightly away from her body. She was unsure of how to handle this bow and she didn't want to do anything to accidentally break such a prized possession of Dorothea's. "Oh, I haven't had any experience at all," Imeeya replied as if the way she was holding the bow didn't make that immediately obvious. "I'd be lucky to even hit the target, much less get the arrow to go where I wanted it to.” Imeeya laughed a little bit in a self-conscious way. It was more Imeeya trying to be polite than any real insecurity on her part. Imeeya secretly hoped that perhaps Dorothea would realize her uselessness at this task and choose another topic of conversation. She did not especially wish to demonstrate her complete ineptitude in front of a complete stranger.
Imeeya continued the cautious pleasantness that she had been using with this foreign noble. While it didn't seem like Dorothea stood too much on ceremony, Dorothea's family was hosting her and it wasn't good to antagonize the people offering her hospitality. Imeeya smiled politely at the woman's request to hear more comparisons between their two countries after she had seen more of Taengea. "Of course. I'll be certain to let you know." Imeeya wasn't sure when she would see the woman again, but she would be certain to follow through on the request even if it required a letter.
Imeeya had thought that turning the conversation to the topic of Dorothea's shooting talent would make the interaction more interesting, but she hadn't expected it to be this much more interesting. She was beginning to sense that this might be a trend with Taengea. Imeeya had mostly been asking about archery to be polite. It had never been her interest. She found that martial topics were better left to the men and her cousin Athanasia. Yet, here she was with Dorothea holding out a bow to her. It would have been impolite not to accept.
Imeeya took the weapon awkwardly near the end of the bow holding it slightly away from her body. She was unsure of how to handle this bow and she didn't want to do anything to accidentally break such a prized possession of Dorothea's. "Oh, I haven't had any experience at all," Imeeya replied as if the way she was holding the bow didn't make that immediately obvious. "I'd be lucky to even hit the target, much less get the arrow to go where I wanted it to.” Imeeya laughed a little bit in a self-conscious way. It was more Imeeya trying to be polite than any real insecurity on her part. Imeeya secretly hoped that perhaps Dorothea would realize her uselessness at this task and choose another topic of conversation. She did not especially wish to demonstrate her complete ineptitude in front of a complete stranger.
The minute that Imeeya took her bow, Dorothea could tell that she had been a bit overzealous in offering to show the girl to make a design. Clearly she wasn’t the same kind of shooter that her cousin was. In fact, Dorothea might have been surprised if she had been. Not many women were on a high level and Dorothea knew that. She also got terrible excited about her craft sometimes and didn’t think about the poor others who might not shoot as she did.
Still, she was passionate about women learning to shoot and defend themselves. So though the objective of their new lesson had suddenly changed, the overall goal hadn’t. Doro was determined to have Imeeya learn how to shoot today. Even if the other girl wasn’t exactly asking for it. She did manage to spend some time watching her, so Doro figured there had to be some interest there. Right?
“Not to worry,” she responded, smiling. “My apologies for not asking you what you about your experience. I tend to get a bit excited about these things. I hope you’ll still take a free lesson?” The bow was already in Imeeya’s hands, so Dorothea rushed on before she could say anything in protest.
“Now, hold it like this.” She gently corrected the weapon in the other girl’s grip, instructing her gently how to hold it and where to position her arms. Without loading an arrow, she led Imeeya through a shooting practice. “Bring your arm back. Yes, exactly so.” Dorothea made a gentle suggestion with her hand on Imeeya’s elbow, guiding it higher. “Good, now release.”
Their lesson was only a few minutes long, but Dorothea knew how to sense reluctance and wanted to push on before the girl could have any more doubts. “Let’s try with an arrow. It will be a bit harder to pull back, but you’re doing well.” The next thing either of them knew, Dorothea was helping Imeeya to notch an arrow and stepping away.
“Pull back, just as in practice. When you’re ready, look towards the target and let go. Don’t worry about aim. That will come later. For now, just take a deep breath and when you let it out, let go of the string.”
Even though Imeeya hadn’t been asking for this, Dorothea hoped she would like it.
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The minute that Imeeya took her bow, Dorothea could tell that she had been a bit overzealous in offering to show the girl to make a design. Clearly she wasn’t the same kind of shooter that her cousin was. In fact, Dorothea might have been surprised if she had been. Not many women were on a high level and Dorothea knew that. She also got terrible excited about her craft sometimes and didn’t think about the poor others who might not shoot as she did.
Still, she was passionate about women learning to shoot and defend themselves. So though the objective of their new lesson had suddenly changed, the overall goal hadn’t. Doro was determined to have Imeeya learn how to shoot today. Even if the other girl wasn’t exactly asking for it. She did manage to spend some time watching her, so Doro figured there had to be some interest there. Right?
“Not to worry,” she responded, smiling. “My apologies for not asking you what you about your experience. I tend to get a bit excited about these things. I hope you’ll still take a free lesson?” The bow was already in Imeeya’s hands, so Dorothea rushed on before she could say anything in protest.
“Now, hold it like this.” She gently corrected the weapon in the other girl’s grip, instructing her gently how to hold it and where to position her arms. Without loading an arrow, she led Imeeya through a shooting practice. “Bring your arm back. Yes, exactly so.” Dorothea made a gentle suggestion with her hand on Imeeya’s elbow, guiding it higher. “Good, now release.”
Their lesson was only a few minutes long, but Dorothea knew how to sense reluctance and wanted to push on before the girl could have any more doubts. “Let’s try with an arrow. It will be a bit harder to pull back, but you’re doing well.” The next thing either of them knew, Dorothea was helping Imeeya to notch an arrow and stepping away.
“Pull back, just as in practice. When you’re ready, look towards the target and let go. Don’t worry about aim. That will come later. For now, just take a deep breath and when you let it out, let go of the string.”
Even though Imeeya hadn’t been asking for this, Dorothea hoped she would like it.
The minute that Imeeya took her bow, Dorothea could tell that she had been a bit overzealous in offering to show the girl to make a design. Clearly she wasn’t the same kind of shooter that her cousin was. In fact, Dorothea might have been surprised if she had been. Not many women were on a high level and Dorothea knew that. She also got terrible excited about her craft sometimes and didn’t think about the poor others who might not shoot as she did.
Still, she was passionate about women learning to shoot and defend themselves. So though the objective of their new lesson had suddenly changed, the overall goal hadn’t. Doro was determined to have Imeeya learn how to shoot today. Even if the other girl wasn’t exactly asking for it. She did manage to spend some time watching her, so Doro figured there had to be some interest there. Right?
“Not to worry,” she responded, smiling. “My apologies for not asking you what you about your experience. I tend to get a bit excited about these things. I hope you’ll still take a free lesson?” The bow was already in Imeeya’s hands, so Dorothea rushed on before she could say anything in protest.
“Now, hold it like this.” She gently corrected the weapon in the other girl’s grip, instructing her gently how to hold it and where to position her arms. Without loading an arrow, she led Imeeya through a shooting practice. “Bring your arm back. Yes, exactly so.” Dorothea made a gentle suggestion with her hand on Imeeya’s elbow, guiding it higher. “Good, now release.”
Their lesson was only a few minutes long, but Dorothea knew how to sense reluctance and wanted to push on before the girl could have any more doubts. “Let’s try with an arrow. It will be a bit harder to pull back, but you’re doing well.” The next thing either of them knew, Dorothea was helping Imeeya to notch an arrow and stepping away.
“Pull back, just as in practice. When you’re ready, look towards the target and let go. Don’t worry about aim. That will come later. For now, just take a deep breath and when you let it out, let go of the string.”
Even though Imeeya hadn’t been asking for this, Dorothea hoped she would like it.
Imeeya had never been one to be particularly athletically inclined, so this attempt at archery was awkward. Just trying to hold the bow and get her arms in the correct position was tiring and uncomfortable. She wasn’t used to moving in this way. Still, she felt like she couldn’t say no to this offer. Not when Dorothea was her hostess, and she obviously thought that she was only being hospitable. Imeeya would never dare to reject something that had been offered so graciously. So there Imeeya was attempting not to completely embarrass herself, or worse hurt herself with the bow and arrow.
Under Dorothea’s instruction, Imeeya brought the bow up in front of her, pulling the arrow back across her chest. She wasn’t entirely sure she was doing it correctly, as she didn’t seem to be able to get the string to draw back as far as Dorothea could. Her teacher gently guided her arm into the correct position and then allowed her to release the string which was a bit of a relief. Imeeya wasn’t sure how she could stand it with her arm aching and the string digging into her fingers like that. It certainly wasn’t something that she would consider enjoyable.
Then Dorothea wanted to add an arrow. ‘Oh good, let’s add a sharp object to the mix,’ Imeeya thought but didn’t say out loud. She just smiled politely taking the arrow and doing as Dorothea instructed to aim it at the target. “Like this?” she asked, turning her head towards Dorothea for approval. That was when her fingers slipped, the bow luckily still pointed in the general direction of the target. The arrow arced up and very wide of the target. As far as Imeeya was concerned, that was a sign that she should not be given sharp objects.
Imeeya grinned sheepishly. “Perhaps I should not be trusted with a bow and arrow,” she suggested, hoping that Dorothea would agree, instead of insisting that she practice until she could shoot a bow without endangering everyone in the immediate vicinity.
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Imeeya had never been one to be particularly athletically inclined, so this attempt at archery was awkward. Just trying to hold the bow and get her arms in the correct position was tiring and uncomfortable. She wasn’t used to moving in this way. Still, she felt like she couldn’t say no to this offer. Not when Dorothea was her hostess, and she obviously thought that she was only being hospitable. Imeeya would never dare to reject something that had been offered so graciously. So there Imeeya was attempting not to completely embarrass herself, or worse hurt herself with the bow and arrow.
Under Dorothea’s instruction, Imeeya brought the bow up in front of her, pulling the arrow back across her chest. She wasn’t entirely sure she was doing it correctly, as she didn’t seem to be able to get the string to draw back as far as Dorothea could. Her teacher gently guided her arm into the correct position and then allowed her to release the string which was a bit of a relief. Imeeya wasn’t sure how she could stand it with her arm aching and the string digging into her fingers like that. It certainly wasn’t something that she would consider enjoyable.
Then Dorothea wanted to add an arrow. ‘Oh good, let’s add a sharp object to the mix,’ Imeeya thought but didn’t say out loud. She just smiled politely taking the arrow and doing as Dorothea instructed to aim it at the target. “Like this?” she asked, turning her head towards Dorothea for approval. That was when her fingers slipped, the bow luckily still pointed in the general direction of the target. The arrow arced up and very wide of the target. As far as Imeeya was concerned, that was a sign that she should not be given sharp objects.
Imeeya grinned sheepishly. “Perhaps I should not be trusted with a bow and arrow,” she suggested, hoping that Dorothea would agree, instead of insisting that she practice until she could shoot a bow without endangering everyone in the immediate vicinity.
Imeeya had never been one to be particularly athletically inclined, so this attempt at archery was awkward. Just trying to hold the bow and get her arms in the correct position was tiring and uncomfortable. She wasn’t used to moving in this way. Still, she felt like she couldn’t say no to this offer. Not when Dorothea was her hostess, and she obviously thought that she was only being hospitable. Imeeya would never dare to reject something that had been offered so graciously. So there Imeeya was attempting not to completely embarrass herself, or worse hurt herself with the bow and arrow.
Under Dorothea’s instruction, Imeeya brought the bow up in front of her, pulling the arrow back across her chest. She wasn’t entirely sure she was doing it correctly, as she didn’t seem to be able to get the string to draw back as far as Dorothea could. Her teacher gently guided her arm into the correct position and then allowed her to release the string which was a bit of a relief. Imeeya wasn’t sure how she could stand it with her arm aching and the string digging into her fingers like that. It certainly wasn’t something that she would consider enjoyable.
Then Dorothea wanted to add an arrow. ‘Oh good, let’s add a sharp object to the mix,’ Imeeya thought but didn’t say out loud. She just smiled politely taking the arrow and doing as Dorothea instructed to aim it at the target. “Like this?” she asked, turning her head towards Dorothea for approval. That was when her fingers slipped, the bow luckily still pointed in the general direction of the target. The arrow arced up and very wide of the target. As far as Imeeya was concerned, that was a sign that she should not be given sharp objects.
Imeeya grinned sheepishly. “Perhaps I should not be trusted with a bow and arrow,” she suggested, hoping that Dorothea would agree, instead of insisting that she practice until she could shoot a bow without endangering everyone in the immediate vicinity.
Dorothea was well aware that she was coaching a reluctant pupil. She had dealt with worse. Imeeya actually had manners. In fact, she was so polite that Dorothea was sure she was masking some sort of deep hatred of being forced to do such a thing. In some ways, it only made the Dimitrou want to try harder, to teach this girl how to shoot. Dorothea liked a good challenge. She did not expect perfection in the slightest, especially with someone new to archery. That would be asking for too much. She did hope that perhaps Imeeya might feel some sense of accomplishment by the end of their impromptu lesson.
The other woman took Dorothea’s instructions well, but then her fingers slipped at the last moment and the arrow shot off wide of the target. It wasn’t the first time she had seen something like that, but she smiled at Imeeya’s response. Dorothea would not accept the excuse until she had shot at least one arrow properly.
“That was not so bad,” she replied. “I am sure you will come closer next time.” Dorothea supplied Imeeya with another arrow, grinning slightly. In the back of her mind, she hoped that she was turning the noble off from shooting forever, but she supposed she had done worse. Women had every right to shoot and they certainly did not lack in ability as some men might think. They just had never been taught, so of course they were not as skilled when starting.
“Just once more and I shall release you from this torture,” she said, her voice light with a chuckle. “Let me help with your stance first, then you may shoot.” Dorothea came to stand close behind Imeeya, adjusting her left hand on the bow and showing her how to pull her right hand back with the string. “Very good,” she said softly into the woman’s ear. “Now I’ll step back. Look at the target, take a breath, and release. Believe you can hit the target, Imeeya. Don’t doubt or believe this is foolish. Give yourself a chance.”
With that, Dorothea stepped back and hoped for the best. Sometimes her students were in their own way and they needed a little mental unblocking. Sometimes this helped and other times it didn’t. She could only watch and see.
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Dorothea was well aware that she was coaching a reluctant pupil. She had dealt with worse. Imeeya actually had manners. In fact, she was so polite that Dorothea was sure she was masking some sort of deep hatred of being forced to do such a thing. In some ways, it only made the Dimitrou want to try harder, to teach this girl how to shoot. Dorothea liked a good challenge. She did not expect perfection in the slightest, especially with someone new to archery. That would be asking for too much. She did hope that perhaps Imeeya might feel some sense of accomplishment by the end of their impromptu lesson.
The other woman took Dorothea’s instructions well, but then her fingers slipped at the last moment and the arrow shot off wide of the target. It wasn’t the first time she had seen something like that, but she smiled at Imeeya’s response. Dorothea would not accept the excuse until she had shot at least one arrow properly.
“That was not so bad,” she replied. “I am sure you will come closer next time.” Dorothea supplied Imeeya with another arrow, grinning slightly. In the back of her mind, she hoped that she was turning the noble off from shooting forever, but she supposed she had done worse. Women had every right to shoot and they certainly did not lack in ability as some men might think. They just had never been taught, so of course they were not as skilled when starting.
“Just once more and I shall release you from this torture,” she said, her voice light with a chuckle. “Let me help with your stance first, then you may shoot.” Dorothea came to stand close behind Imeeya, adjusting her left hand on the bow and showing her how to pull her right hand back with the string. “Very good,” she said softly into the woman’s ear. “Now I’ll step back. Look at the target, take a breath, and release. Believe you can hit the target, Imeeya. Don’t doubt or believe this is foolish. Give yourself a chance.”
With that, Dorothea stepped back and hoped for the best. Sometimes her students were in their own way and they needed a little mental unblocking. Sometimes this helped and other times it didn’t. She could only watch and see.
Dorothea was well aware that she was coaching a reluctant pupil. She had dealt with worse. Imeeya actually had manners. In fact, she was so polite that Dorothea was sure she was masking some sort of deep hatred of being forced to do such a thing. In some ways, it only made the Dimitrou want to try harder, to teach this girl how to shoot. Dorothea liked a good challenge. She did not expect perfection in the slightest, especially with someone new to archery. That would be asking for too much. She did hope that perhaps Imeeya might feel some sense of accomplishment by the end of their impromptu lesson.
The other woman took Dorothea’s instructions well, but then her fingers slipped at the last moment and the arrow shot off wide of the target. It wasn’t the first time she had seen something like that, but she smiled at Imeeya’s response. Dorothea would not accept the excuse until she had shot at least one arrow properly.
“That was not so bad,” she replied. “I am sure you will come closer next time.” Dorothea supplied Imeeya with another arrow, grinning slightly. In the back of her mind, she hoped that she was turning the noble off from shooting forever, but she supposed she had done worse. Women had every right to shoot and they certainly did not lack in ability as some men might think. They just had never been taught, so of course they were not as skilled when starting.
“Just once more and I shall release you from this torture,” she said, her voice light with a chuckle. “Let me help with your stance first, then you may shoot.” Dorothea came to stand close behind Imeeya, adjusting her left hand on the bow and showing her how to pull her right hand back with the string. “Very good,” she said softly into the woman’s ear. “Now I’ll step back. Look at the target, take a breath, and release. Believe you can hit the target, Imeeya. Don’t doubt or believe this is foolish. Give yourself a chance.”
With that, Dorothea stepped back and hoped for the best. Sometimes her students were in their own way and they needed a little mental unblocking. Sometimes this helped and other times it didn’t. She could only watch and see.
With Dorothea’s guidance, Imeeya adjusted her feet to get a more solid stance and to be more in line with the target. The adjustments to her hands made the bow feel more solid in her hand and not like it was trying to escape her grip as she pulled the string back. The string dug into her fingers unpleasantly, but she was determined to give it at least one proper go. She ignored that sensation as Dorothea adjusted the angle of her right elbow.
Dorothea’s words struck a chord with her. She had to believe she could strike the target. Not that she normally believed in stuff like that, that all it took was to believe. On the other hand, she knew the feeling to be determined to do something despite the odds, and that’s what that statement evoked in Imeeya. She was a Drakos, she could hit the target if she wanted to. She took a breath, her arm shaking as she tried to hold the bow taut in the position that Dorothea suggested. Then she let go, her arrow flying towards the target as Imeeya willed it to hit the center of the target. The arrow lodged itself near the bottom and off to the side.
Imeeya sighed and grumbled “Well at least it hit the target this time. It’s a testament to how good a teacher you are that I managed to hit it at all.” Archery had never been an interest of hers, that was always something her cousin had more interest in than her. The arts of war were the one thing that Imeeya was always happy to leave as the purview of men. “If you can teach me this much, I’m sure Asia,” Imeeya paused catching herself. The nickname came naturally to her as she had been spending lots of time with her cousin, but it was not entirely proper to refer to her as such to someone else. Even if Dorothea was her cousin as well. “Athanasia,” she corrected herself. “Will be extremely skilled by the time we return to Colchis.”
“I, on the other hand, believe that I am done with archery lessons.” Imeeya laughed a bit, a polite way to admit her ineptitude. “It was a valiant effort, but I think I am better suited to books and politics when I want to scandalize the men that I’m more useful than they expected.” Imeeya grinned a bit conspiratorially.
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With Dorothea’s guidance, Imeeya adjusted her feet to get a more solid stance and to be more in line with the target. The adjustments to her hands made the bow feel more solid in her hand and not like it was trying to escape her grip as she pulled the string back. The string dug into her fingers unpleasantly, but she was determined to give it at least one proper go. She ignored that sensation as Dorothea adjusted the angle of her right elbow.
Dorothea’s words struck a chord with her. She had to believe she could strike the target. Not that she normally believed in stuff like that, that all it took was to believe. On the other hand, she knew the feeling to be determined to do something despite the odds, and that’s what that statement evoked in Imeeya. She was a Drakos, she could hit the target if she wanted to. She took a breath, her arm shaking as she tried to hold the bow taut in the position that Dorothea suggested. Then she let go, her arrow flying towards the target as Imeeya willed it to hit the center of the target. The arrow lodged itself near the bottom and off to the side.
Imeeya sighed and grumbled “Well at least it hit the target this time. It’s a testament to how good a teacher you are that I managed to hit it at all.” Archery had never been an interest of hers, that was always something her cousin had more interest in than her. The arts of war were the one thing that Imeeya was always happy to leave as the purview of men. “If you can teach me this much, I’m sure Asia,” Imeeya paused catching herself. The nickname came naturally to her as she had been spending lots of time with her cousin, but it was not entirely proper to refer to her as such to someone else. Even if Dorothea was her cousin as well. “Athanasia,” she corrected herself. “Will be extremely skilled by the time we return to Colchis.”
“I, on the other hand, believe that I am done with archery lessons.” Imeeya laughed a bit, a polite way to admit her ineptitude. “It was a valiant effort, but I think I am better suited to books and politics when I want to scandalize the men that I’m more useful than they expected.” Imeeya grinned a bit conspiratorially.
With Dorothea’s guidance, Imeeya adjusted her feet to get a more solid stance and to be more in line with the target. The adjustments to her hands made the bow feel more solid in her hand and not like it was trying to escape her grip as she pulled the string back. The string dug into her fingers unpleasantly, but she was determined to give it at least one proper go. She ignored that sensation as Dorothea adjusted the angle of her right elbow.
Dorothea’s words struck a chord with her. She had to believe she could strike the target. Not that she normally believed in stuff like that, that all it took was to believe. On the other hand, she knew the feeling to be determined to do something despite the odds, and that’s what that statement evoked in Imeeya. She was a Drakos, she could hit the target if she wanted to. She took a breath, her arm shaking as she tried to hold the bow taut in the position that Dorothea suggested. Then she let go, her arrow flying towards the target as Imeeya willed it to hit the center of the target. The arrow lodged itself near the bottom and off to the side.
Imeeya sighed and grumbled “Well at least it hit the target this time. It’s a testament to how good a teacher you are that I managed to hit it at all.” Archery had never been an interest of hers, that was always something her cousin had more interest in than her. The arts of war were the one thing that Imeeya was always happy to leave as the purview of men. “If you can teach me this much, I’m sure Asia,” Imeeya paused catching herself. The nickname came naturally to her as she had been spending lots of time with her cousin, but it was not entirely proper to refer to her as such to someone else. Even if Dorothea was her cousin as well. “Athanasia,” she corrected herself. “Will be extremely skilled by the time we return to Colchis.”
“I, on the other hand, believe that I am done with archery lessons.” Imeeya laughed a bit, a polite way to admit her ineptitude. “It was a valiant effort, but I think I am better suited to books and politics when I want to scandalize the men that I’m more useful than they expected.” Imeeya grinned a bit conspiratorially.
Dorothea didn’t expect drastic improvements from her new pupil. She had only just started learning, after all. However, she was impressed when Imeeya managed to hit the target on her next try. It wasn’t the best shot, but Dorothea was proud that Imeeya had done it. She grinned widely and gave a little clap to show her approval as well as convey her excitement.
“Well done, truly,” Dorothea said, waving off Imeeya’s suggestion that it had been her doing. A teacher could only do as well as the student to tried. And she had finally tried. So that was why she had been successful. “It was all you,” she added. “I did not pull back the string for you. You must believe in yourself to be successful. And practice. But I believe you did very well for a beginner. Trust me, not all can hit the target with little experience.”
Perhaps Imeeya might think she was exaggerating, but Dorothea rarely gave out false praise. She believed that what she said must be truthful or else when she had real praise to give it would ring as true. Besides, it was not in a Dimitrou to lie in a situation like this. They were honest people and often spoke their minds. Dorothea never saw any point in lying. Of course, she knew that was not normal, but it didn’t bother her in the slightest. She would stick to her values.
She had to agree with Imeeya’s assessment that Asia would be quite skilled by the end of their stay. Of course, she had already exhibited such skills, but Dorothea would be pushing her to improve. Rather than try and get Imeeya to continue, Dorothea conceded, moving to sling her bow on her back and make the journey back to her home with her companion. She had practiced enough for now, anyway.
“Scandalizing men is certainly something I can respect,” she returned with a grin. “Shall we head back together? I’d love to hear what it is you’ve read that’s provoked the greatest scandal. I am always looking for something new, myself.” With that, the two young women made their way back to the Dimitrou home, talking books and scandals all the way.
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Dorothea didn’t expect drastic improvements from her new pupil. She had only just started learning, after all. However, she was impressed when Imeeya managed to hit the target on her next try. It wasn’t the best shot, but Dorothea was proud that Imeeya had done it. She grinned widely and gave a little clap to show her approval as well as convey her excitement.
“Well done, truly,” Dorothea said, waving off Imeeya’s suggestion that it had been her doing. A teacher could only do as well as the student to tried. And she had finally tried. So that was why she had been successful. “It was all you,” she added. “I did not pull back the string for you. You must believe in yourself to be successful. And practice. But I believe you did very well for a beginner. Trust me, not all can hit the target with little experience.”
Perhaps Imeeya might think she was exaggerating, but Dorothea rarely gave out false praise. She believed that what she said must be truthful or else when she had real praise to give it would ring as true. Besides, it was not in a Dimitrou to lie in a situation like this. They were honest people and often spoke their minds. Dorothea never saw any point in lying. Of course, she knew that was not normal, but it didn’t bother her in the slightest. She would stick to her values.
She had to agree with Imeeya’s assessment that Asia would be quite skilled by the end of their stay. Of course, she had already exhibited such skills, but Dorothea would be pushing her to improve. Rather than try and get Imeeya to continue, Dorothea conceded, moving to sling her bow on her back and make the journey back to her home with her companion. She had practiced enough for now, anyway.
“Scandalizing men is certainly something I can respect,” she returned with a grin. “Shall we head back together? I’d love to hear what it is you’ve read that’s provoked the greatest scandal. I am always looking for something new, myself.” With that, the two young women made their way back to the Dimitrou home, talking books and scandals all the way.
Dorothea didn’t expect drastic improvements from her new pupil. She had only just started learning, after all. However, she was impressed when Imeeya managed to hit the target on her next try. It wasn’t the best shot, but Dorothea was proud that Imeeya had done it. She grinned widely and gave a little clap to show her approval as well as convey her excitement.
“Well done, truly,” Dorothea said, waving off Imeeya’s suggestion that it had been her doing. A teacher could only do as well as the student to tried. And she had finally tried. So that was why she had been successful. “It was all you,” she added. “I did not pull back the string for you. You must believe in yourself to be successful. And practice. But I believe you did very well for a beginner. Trust me, not all can hit the target with little experience.”
Perhaps Imeeya might think she was exaggerating, but Dorothea rarely gave out false praise. She believed that what she said must be truthful or else when she had real praise to give it would ring as true. Besides, it was not in a Dimitrou to lie in a situation like this. They were honest people and often spoke their minds. Dorothea never saw any point in lying. Of course, she knew that was not normal, but it didn’t bother her in the slightest. She would stick to her values.
She had to agree with Imeeya’s assessment that Asia would be quite skilled by the end of their stay. Of course, she had already exhibited such skills, but Dorothea would be pushing her to improve. Rather than try and get Imeeya to continue, Dorothea conceded, moving to sling her bow on her back and make the journey back to her home with her companion. She had practiced enough for now, anyway.
“Scandalizing men is certainly something I can respect,” she returned with a grin. “Shall we head back together? I’d love to hear what it is you’ve read that’s provoked the greatest scandal. I am always looking for something new, myself.” With that, the two young women made their way back to the Dimitrou home, talking books and scandals all the way.