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I pity your menagerie of poor, unfortunate souls, and sincerely hope that they find the life they are looking for, though I suspect they might find that of a militant much harder than they expected. As grueling as I expect the duties of a farmer and a miner are, they must pale in comparison to those who must be ready to leap into action at any time, marching into battle to defend their friends and foes alike, as long as those foes are of Grecian blood.
I do hope you have not beaten the poor boys to the point of uselessness or severe emotional trauma. There is an old saying that one catches more flies with honey than with vinegar, but I suppose this could never apply to the battlefield. One must be harshly trained in order to deal with the hard realities of a soldier's life, I imagine. I sincerely hope that your hard work pays off however, and they bring honour and glory to both you and themselves on the battlefield. You may come to find some uncut diamonds among your men, just waiting to be polished. Under your tutelage, they may shine on the battlefield. And you know, diamonds have very sharp edges, almost like those of a sword.
Yes, it was indeed the Dionysa. I attend each year, for my family makes wine and so they think it fitting that I go and pay my respects to Dionysus. I do little other than hunt and seek stimulating conversation, but I see some interesting sights, and this was among them. You are right in calling it a peculiar affair, but the freedom was indeed a thrill. I spent most of my time hunting. Most of my bounty was donated to the local poor at my request, but I shared a small portion around the fire with two companions. Some of the conversation was very interesting. I remember a rather lively debate between myself and a middle-aged woman about whether women ought to be permitted to learn their letters at all. She had never been taught her letters, so I suspect her vehement opposition of the notion was part in due to an unacknowledged, perhaps even unintentional, envy. I also found myself in a very interesting conversation with a scholarly sage who spoke at length of the stars and planets. I met a girl from Colchis who told terrible stories of women who revelled 'till death in Dionysus's name, indulging in acts I dare not mar this page with. Needless to say, I shall most likely be avoiding the Lady Korinna -- if indeed she is a true lady and the name was not an alias -- upon my next visit to your charming Kingdom.
When I was in Colchis, I mad a most strange encounter with Master Panos. When I told him of my signet ring, I could tell instinctively that he was shocked at my owning one. I confess to being somewhat irked at this, for I see no reason why I ought not to have one. My words are just as valid as those of any male, and I send many missives. Therefore, it is only reasonable that I bear the Condos Rose upon my hand. I fear I was not received well in Colchis. I am Taengean and though I try my best to adapt, I am not so much of a chameleon as I would like to be. I am happy, however, that I was well received by you.
I have heard of the many triumphs of the womenfolk who have joined to Colchan military. They are rarely spoken of kindly at Court, but I find them brave. Though I know a military life would not be for me -- as I possess no skill with a sword -- I admire them greatly for embracing their natural skill and gaining respect for it. I am glad that these great women are received well in Colchis, and also that you and my dear Evanthe are of one mind. I knew that you would respect her choice to be well armed and guarded against anyone who may bring danger to her or myself. You are right, not everyone receives charity well, but I continue to give with an open heart, for to stop would cause my heart to break. To give, and to know that I have bettered someone's life in doing so, is truly my greatest joy in life.
I too have such fears for Rene. Passionate as she is about her art, I sometimes fret that she will grow old in that studio of hers. I want only the best for her, and if love is something she does not seek, I will gladly respect that. However, it would be a shame to see such a kind heart beat alone. Hearts make such beautiful music in pairs. As an artist, I wonder sometimes if her soul calls out for a man she can never have, a man like those from her sculptures, sculptures conjured from her dreams. I fear that no man will ever live up to her dreams, though I sincerely hope I am wrong.
It warms my heart to hear that you still think well of me, despite my selfish confession. You are truly an admirable individual, Sir Alexandros, the best of men, Captains and friends. My heart aches for you in that you too are limited. There is hope, however, for you may ascend higher in the military and your horizons may then broaden. As I understand it though, many girls would be glad to be the wife of a Captain. Still, heed my words if I may be so bold: do not make the mistake that many are forced to make. Marry not for rank, status or monetary gain, but for love, or friendship at least if you can. You will be happier for it and when I am bound to a husband who may not even like me I will at least have the pleasure of knowing that you are happy, and this will content me.
Snakes and spiders, you have the right of it. Spiders that weave their web of deceit; snakes that coil around you, trapping you with your secrets. Elephants that never forget, wolves with teeth sharp as knives ready to slash your throat at the slightest misstep. The Court of Taengea is filled not with people, but with animals of the deadliest nature. I feel often like a little bird among them, just waiting for my neck to be snapped. A man as forthright as you is far more suited to life on campagne, where things may be brutal, but grievances are aired in the open, with the song of steel rather than the toxic hiss of a viper's venomous falsehoods.
I should be most obliged if you would inform me before you leave on campagne. Indeed, I should be most obliged if you would continue this correspondence anyway, for I find in you a most dear and trusted companion. I do hope that is not overly presumptuous of me. You are kind to care for the ease of my mind. I care far more for your safety than the ease of my mind, but shall gladly receive your letters. Hearing a true account of life at war will be most enlightening, though I fear I shall have little to enrich your mind with in return, unless you wish to hear about the drunk man I caught attempting to put a horn on his horse the other day so that he could claim it was a unicorn and sell it to some poor wealthy child who had been separated from her parents. The man could barely pronounce the word 'unicorn' as he was so inebriated, but he could pronounce the price of four drachmae without issue. You see, dear Alexandros, the kind of people I run into on a regular basis? I returned the child to her parents at once, before she could buy the 'unicorn.' As for the drunk man, I believe the poor fellow is in the same condition and still attempting to pass off his horse as a magical creature.
Oh, you need not fear for my wine. I shall be drinking Condos red until I die. I shall have to send you a cask sometime, with your permission? I would hate for you to have nothing decent to drink on the road. I shall try my best not to worry for Rene. As for you, I believe the problem you shall face will be to discern which among your female companions are worthy of your great mind. And myself? Let us just say that the one I seek, I shall never have, so I shall content myself with a husband who is kind, for much can blossom from a simple act of kindness.
WIth fondest regards, Your dear friend and Lady, Ophelia
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My most cherished Captain and friend,
I pity your menagerie of poor, unfortunate souls, and sincerely hope that they find the life they are looking for, though I suspect they might find that of a militant much harder than they expected. As grueling as I expect the duties of a farmer and a miner are, they must pale in comparison to those who must be ready to leap into action at any time, marching into battle to defend their friends and foes alike, as long as those foes are of Grecian blood.
I do hope you have not beaten the poor boys to the point of uselessness or severe emotional trauma. There is an old saying that one catches more flies with honey than with vinegar, but I suppose this could never apply to the battlefield. One must be harshly trained in order to deal with the hard realities of a soldier's life, I imagine. I sincerely hope that your hard work pays off however, and they bring honour and glory to both you and themselves on the battlefield. You may come to find some uncut diamonds among your men, just waiting to be polished. Under your tutelage, they may shine on the battlefield. And you know, diamonds have very sharp edges, almost like those of a sword.
Yes, it was indeed the Dionysa. I attend each year, for my family makes wine and so they think it fitting that I go and pay my respects to Dionysus. I do little other than hunt and seek stimulating conversation, but I see some interesting sights, and this was among them. You are right in calling it a peculiar affair, but the freedom was indeed a thrill. I spent most of my time hunting. Most of my bounty was donated to the local poor at my request, but I shared a small portion around the fire with two companions. Some of the conversation was very interesting. I remember a rather lively debate between myself and a middle-aged woman about whether women ought to be permitted to learn their letters at all. She had never been taught her letters, so I suspect her vehement opposition of the notion was part in due to an unacknowledged, perhaps even unintentional, envy. I also found myself in a very interesting conversation with a scholarly sage who spoke at length of the stars and planets. I met a girl from Colchis who told terrible stories of women who revelled 'till death in Dionysus's name, indulging in acts I dare not mar this page with. Needless to say, I shall most likely be avoiding the Lady Korinna -- if indeed she is a true lady and the name was not an alias -- upon my next visit to your charming Kingdom.
When I was in Colchis, I mad a most strange encounter with Master Panos. When I told him of my signet ring, I could tell instinctively that he was shocked at my owning one. I confess to being somewhat irked at this, for I see no reason why I ought not to have one. My words are just as valid as those of any male, and I send many missives. Therefore, it is only reasonable that I bear the Condos Rose upon my hand. I fear I was not received well in Colchis. I am Taengean and though I try my best to adapt, I am not so much of a chameleon as I would like to be. I am happy, however, that I was well received by you.
I have heard of the many triumphs of the womenfolk who have joined to Colchan military. They are rarely spoken of kindly at Court, but I find them brave. Though I know a military life would not be for me -- as I possess no skill with a sword -- I admire them greatly for embracing their natural skill and gaining respect for it. I am glad that these great women are received well in Colchis, and also that you and my dear Evanthe are of one mind. I knew that you would respect her choice to be well armed and guarded against anyone who may bring danger to her or myself. You are right, not everyone receives charity well, but I continue to give with an open heart, for to stop would cause my heart to break. To give, and to know that I have bettered someone's life in doing so, is truly my greatest joy in life.
I too have such fears for Rene. Passionate as she is about her art, I sometimes fret that she will grow old in that studio of hers. I want only the best for her, and if love is something she does not seek, I will gladly respect that. However, it would be a shame to see such a kind heart beat alone. Hearts make such beautiful music in pairs. As an artist, I wonder sometimes if her soul calls out for a man she can never have, a man like those from her sculptures, sculptures conjured from her dreams. I fear that no man will ever live up to her dreams, though I sincerely hope I am wrong.
It warms my heart to hear that you still think well of me, despite my selfish confession. You are truly an admirable individual, Sir Alexandros, the best of men, Captains and friends. My heart aches for you in that you too are limited. There is hope, however, for you may ascend higher in the military and your horizons may then broaden. As I understand it though, many girls would be glad to be the wife of a Captain. Still, heed my words if I may be so bold: do not make the mistake that many are forced to make. Marry not for rank, status or monetary gain, but for love, or friendship at least if you can. You will be happier for it and when I am bound to a husband who may not even like me I will at least have the pleasure of knowing that you are happy, and this will content me.
Snakes and spiders, you have the right of it. Spiders that weave their web of deceit; snakes that coil around you, trapping you with your secrets. Elephants that never forget, wolves with teeth sharp as knives ready to slash your throat at the slightest misstep. The Court of Taengea is filled not with people, but with animals of the deadliest nature. I feel often like a little bird among them, just waiting for my neck to be snapped. A man as forthright as you is far more suited to life on campagne, where things may be brutal, but grievances are aired in the open, with the song of steel rather than the toxic hiss of a viper's venomous falsehoods.
I should be most obliged if you would inform me before you leave on campagne. Indeed, I should be most obliged if you would continue this correspondence anyway, for I find in you a most dear and trusted companion. I do hope that is not overly presumptuous of me. You are kind to care for the ease of my mind. I care far more for your safety than the ease of my mind, but shall gladly receive your letters. Hearing a true account of life at war will be most enlightening, though I fear I shall have little to enrich your mind with in return, unless you wish to hear about the drunk man I caught attempting to put a horn on his horse the other day so that he could claim it was a unicorn and sell it to some poor wealthy child who had been separated from her parents. The man could barely pronounce the word 'unicorn' as he was so inebriated, but he could pronounce the price of four drachmae without issue. You see, dear Alexandros, the kind of people I run into on a regular basis? I returned the child to her parents at once, before she could buy the 'unicorn.' As for the drunk man, I believe the poor fellow is in the same condition and still attempting to pass off his horse as a magical creature.
Oh, you need not fear for my wine. I shall be drinking Condos red until I die. I shall have to send you a cask sometime, with your permission? I would hate for you to have nothing decent to drink on the road. I shall try my best not to worry for Rene. As for you, I believe the problem you shall face will be to discern which among your female companions are worthy of your great mind. And myself? Let us just say that the one I seek, I shall never have, so I shall content myself with a husband who is kind, for much can blossom from a simple act of kindness.
WIth fondest regards, Your dear friend and Lady, Ophelia
My most cherished Captain and friend,
I pity your menagerie of poor, unfortunate souls, and sincerely hope that they find the life they are looking for, though I suspect they might find that of a militant much harder than they expected. As grueling as I expect the duties of a farmer and a miner are, they must pale in comparison to those who must be ready to leap into action at any time, marching into battle to defend their friends and foes alike, as long as those foes are of Grecian blood.
I do hope you have not beaten the poor boys to the point of uselessness or severe emotional trauma. There is an old saying that one catches more flies with honey than with vinegar, but I suppose this could never apply to the battlefield. One must be harshly trained in order to deal with the hard realities of a soldier's life, I imagine. I sincerely hope that your hard work pays off however, and they bring honour and glory to both you and themselves on the battlefield. You may come to find some uncut diamonds among your men, just waiting to be polished. Under your tutelage, they may shine on the battlefield. And you know, diamonds have very sharp edges, almost like those of a sword.
Yes, it was indeed the Dionysa. I attend each year, for my family makes wine and so they think it fitting that I go and pay my respects to Dionysus. I do little other than hunt and seek stimulating conversation, but I see some interesting sights, and this was among them. You are right in calling it a peculiar affair, but the freedom was indeed a thrill. I spent most of my time hunting. Most of my bounty was donated to the local poor at my request, but I shared a small portion around the fire with two companions. Some of the conversation was very interesting. I remember a rather lively debate between myself and a middle-aged woman about whether women ought to be permitted to learn their letters at all. She had never been taught her letters, so I suspect her vehement opposition of the notion was part in due to an unacknowledged, perhaps even unintentional, envy. I also found myself in a very interesting conversation with a scholarly sage who spoke at length of the stars and planets. I met a girl from Colchis who told terrible stories of women who revelled 'till death in Dionysus's name, indulging in acts I dare not mar this page with. Needless to say, I shall most likely be avoiding the Lady Korinna -- if indeed she is a true lady and the name was not an alias -- upon my next visit to your charming Kingdom.
When I was in Colchis, I mad a most strange encounter with Master Panos. When I told him of my signet ring, I could tell instinctively that he was shocked at my owning one. I confess to being somewhat irked at this, for I see no reason why I ought not to have one. My words are just as valid as those of any male, and I send many missives. Therefore, it is only reasonable that I bear the Condos Rose upon my hand. I fear I was not received well in Colchis. I am Taengean and though I try my best to adapt, I am not so much of a chameleon as I would like to be. I am happy, however, that I was well received by you.
I have heard of the many triumphs of the womenfolk who have joined to Colchan military. They are rarely spoken of kindly at Court, but I find them brave. Though I know a military life would not be for me -- as I possess no skill with a sword -- I admire them greatly for embracing their natural skill and gaining respect for it. I am glad that these great women are received well in Colchis, and also that you and my dear Evanthe are of one mind. I knew that you would respect her choice to be well armed and guarded against anyone who may bring danger to her or myself. You are right, not everyone receives charity well, but I continue to give with an open heart, for to stop would cause my heart to break. To give, and to know that I have bettered someone's life in doing so, is truly my greatest joy in life.
I too have such fears for Rene. Passionate as she is about her art, I sometimes fret that she will grow old in that studio of hers. I want only the best for her, and if love is something she does not seek, I will gladly respect that. However, it would be a shame to see such a kind heart beat alone. Hearts make such beautiful music in pairs. As an artist, I wonder sometimes if her soul calls out for a man she can never have, a man like those from her sculptures, sculptures conjured from her dreams. I fear that no man will ever live up to her dreams, though I sincerely hope I am wrong.
It warms my heart to hear that you still think well of me, despite my selfish confession. You are truly an admirable individual, Sir Alexandros, the best of men, Captains and friends. My heart aches for you in that you too are limited. There is hope, however, for you may ascend higher in the military and your horizons may then broaden. As I understand it though, many girls would be glad to be the wife of a Captain. Still, heed my words if I may be so bold: do not make the mistake that many are forced to make. Marry not for rank, status or monetary gain, but for love, or friendship at least if you can. You will be happier for it and when I am bound to a husband who may not even like me I will at least have the pleasure of knowing that you are happy, and this will content me.
Snakes and spiders, you have the right of it. Spiders that weave their web of deceit; snakes that coil around you, trapping you with your secrets. Elephants that never forget, wolves with teeth sharp as knives ready to slash your throat at the slightest misstep. The Court of Taengea is filled not with people, but with animals of the deadliest nature. I feel often like a little bird among them, just waiting for my neck to be snapped. A man as forthright as you is far more suited to life on campagne, where things may be brutal, but grievances are aired in the open, with the song of steel rather than the toxic hiss of a viper's venomous falsehoods.
I should be most obliged if you would inform me before you leave on campagne. Indeed, I should be most obliged if you would continue this correspondence anyway, for I find in you a most dear and trusted companion. I do hope that is not overly presumptuous of me. You are kind to care for the ease of my mind. I care far more for your safety than the ease of my mind, but shall gladly receive your letters. Hearing a true account of life at war will be most enlightening, though I fear I shall have little to enrich your mind with in return, unless you wish to hear about the drunk man I caught attempting to put a horn on his horse the other day so that he could claim it was a unicorn and sell it to some poor wealthy child who had been separated from her parents. The man could barely pronounce the word 'unicorn' as he was so inebriated, but he could pronounce the price of four drachmae without issue. You see, dear Alexandros, the kind of people I run into on a regular basis? I returned the child to her parents at once, before she could buy the 'unicorn.' As for the drunk man, I believe the poor fellow is in the same condition and still attempting to pass off his horse as a magical creature.
Oh, you need not fear for my wine. I shall be drinking Condos red until I die. I shall have to send you a cask sometime, with your permission? I would hate for you to have nothing decent to drink on the road. I shall try my best not to worry for Rene. As for you, I believe the problem you shall face will be to discern which among your female companions are worthy of your great mind. And myself? Let us just say that the one I seek, I shall never have, so I shall content myself with a husband who is kind, for much can blossom from a simple act of kindness.
WIth fondest regards, Your dear friend and Lady, Ophelia
