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Persephone's internal thoughts were kept to herself. And she was well practiced, even at the age of sixteen, in keeping them there. That didn't, however, stop her from having the classic teenaged rebellious thoughts when she was summoned to complete a task, she held no interest in.
No, that wasn't strictly true. Persephone naturally loved to learn. She enjoyed understanding new concepts, designing new behaviours to meet with cultural customs and adapting the ways in which she received others - food, chamber, conversation, amenities - to suit the social occasion itself. In this, she was utterly perfect in her role of princess. Where she felt short was that Persephone was not a woman who liked to waste her time. And she had yet to develop the belief or understanding that socialising with other ladies of the Athenian court, simply for the sake of socialising and building rapport was, in fact, not a waste. In the years to come, Persephone would understand and accept the import of making friendships - however false - with the females of her own rank and position in society. She would not enjoy it, just as she did not in this era of her life, but she would accept it. Now, however, in the year of 678 BC, she was only skilled enough at keeping her impetuous and imperious thoughts within her mind, rather than allowing them to slip from between her lips. She wasn't able to keep them out of her head entirely.
And the thought this time was - Is this entirely necessary?
It had been many years since Persephone had broken past the awkward stage of puberty. One of the lucky ones and in keeping with her birth as princess, Persephone had avoided her hormonal stages without upset to her complexion, without the gangliness of awkward growth spurts and with a grace and poise beyond her years. It was these elements of her youthful life that had caused several courtiers to start to refer to her as blessed. Always a child of great balance, equilibrium and careful step, Persephone had never been clumsy, nor bedraggled. The posture and regality of her carriage had had to be learnt - that was not natural - and she had had to adjust her manner of speech, visual expression and the general look in her eye that depicted her as princess; the only female of the kingdom to hold her impressive role as first born daughter of the King. So far, she had been growing in leaps and bounds, her lessons building on her natural and - supposedly blessed - foundations. Now, she was being told that more lessons were to be had.
If she were a woman of leisure and able to while away her time - like her younger sister, whom she did not resent the freedom of - Persephone would have been happy to attend the class her father's scribes and decorum specialists had arranged for her. She would have been even more eager to learn from the woman who had joined them at the palace, if it was not a situation in which she was supposed to partake socially with others. Already in a position where she handled and led the Court sessions as her mother had before her, and one that handled many of the administrative tasks of her father's role, Persephone felt that any additional time in the company of the courtier ladies of Athenia, to learn something that others had already praised her skill in, was a wasteful distraction from more purposeful responsibilities. And yet, she was an obedient daughter who did her duty.
The woman from whom Persephone was to learn that day, was a Lady Eloria. Whilst she was referred to as such, the woman had not been born noble but, instead, married a man of great title and fortune, only to be widowed a few years later. Left with no inheritance by her in-laws and falling on teaching as her means of income, Lady Eloria was a woman with title and now means; but only if she worked for them. Her "means" in question were the specialised understanding of courtly manners. A skill she had perfected in the social circles of Roma and their higher echelons of society. This was her first visit to Greece and whilst her language skills were as impressive as her manners and there had been no communication difficulties on the few meetings Persephone had yet had with her, the woman spoke with a thick and unusual accent.
It had been arranged that the Lady Eloria would be holding a lesson in the great hall of the royal palati that would be open to all of the ladies of the Royal Houses who felt that they wished to attend. Persephone had been expected to be present in order to give the lesson a seal of royal authority and Emilia had exuberantly demanded that she be included as she was approaching her teenage years and was eager to copy and mimic anything her elder sister engaged upon. Persephone was also aware that there could be any number of other ladies involved: the Ladies Chara and Danae of Stravos, Lady Vasia of Antonis... Perhaps the Marikas girls if they did not think themselves too high and mighty for such a lesson in etiquette.
The rumour mill that had circulated regarding Lady Eloria had caused a bit of a stir among the women. For, it was said that she was just as skilled in the public manners of civility as she was in mastering the acts of the bedroom. It had been rumoured that she would be holding a secondary class after her first for the older girls of the Royal Dynasteias. But this would remain to be seen.
Following in her duty, Persephone arrived a little before the scheduled time, in the great hall of the palati - where Court was usually held. She was gowned in in the softest of yellows today - a colour that offset her tanned skin and picked up on the golden leaves of ivy in her hair. The chiton fastened over only one shoulder and was cinched at the waist before falling to the floor and trailing some inches over the marble tile, hiding her feet entirely from view. Several long, thin gold chains had been fastened to the fibulae upon her shoulder and were fastened into intricate loops that fell over her upper arm. Her opposing wrist held chains of a similar ilk, looped around her skin. She wore her mother's wedding ring on her right-hand ring finger, a band of silver in all the yellow.
When she moved forward to greet the Lady Eloria who was standing beside a circular table set up with scarves and fans - was that a fake rabbit? - it was a clash of warm colours as the woman she greeted was as fiery in colour as she was spirited in nature. With red hair woven with ochre, peach and gold, and a gown of deepest vermillion, Persephone appeared at odds in contrast. Where her raiment was light, Eloria's was strikingly bold, where her complexion was dark, her guests was palest of milk with a few spots of colour over the bridge of her nose and the tops of her shoulders. She had a dark mark just beneath her left eye - a spot that appeared to only enhance the natural draw of her dark umber eyes.
"My Princess..." Eloria greeted, insisting on kissing the air at each side of Persephone's face, as she had done when she first arrived at the palace. Her accent and determination to claim everything as "my" in her word choice, made the woman incredibly friendly and a little unsettling to an Athenian who liked her space of propriety. The Lady Eloria kept Persephone's hands in hers as she smiled brightly. "I am entirely complete for the lesson. Perhaps, your friends shall be here soon, yes?"
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Persephone's internal thoughts were kept to herself. And she was well practiced, even at the age of sixteen, in keeping them there. That didn't, however, stop her from having the classic teenaged rebellious thoughts when she was summoned to complete a task, she held no interest in.
No, that wasn't strictly true. Persephone naturally loved to learn. She enjoyed understanding new concepts, designing new behaviours to meet with cultural customs and adapting the ways in which she received others - food, chamber, conversation, amenities - to suit the social occasion itself. In this, she was utterly perfect in her role of princess. Where she felt short was that Persephone was not a woman who liked to waste her time. And she had yet to develop the belief or understanding that socialising with other ladies of the Athenian court, simply for the sake of socialising and building rapport was, in fact, not a waste. In the years to come, Persephone would understand and accept the import of making friendships - however false - with the females of her own rank and position in society. She would not enjoy it, just as she did not in this era of her life, but she would accept it. Now, however, in the year of 678 BC, she was only skilled enough at keeping her impetuous and imperious thoughts within her mind, rather than allowing them to slip from between her lips. She wasn't able to keep them out of her head entirely.
And the thought this time was - Is this entirely necessary?
It had been many years since Persephone had broken past the awkward stage of puberty. One of the lucky ones and in keeping with her birth as princess, Persephone had avoided her hormonal stages without upset to her complexion, without the gangliness of awkward growth spurts and with a grace and poise beyond her years. It was these elements of her youthful life that had caused several courtiers to start to refer to her as blessed. Always a child of great balance, equilibrium and careful step, Persephone had never been clumsy, nor bedraggled. The posture and regality of her carriage had had to be learnt - that was not natural - and she had had to adjust her manner of speech, visual expression and the general look in her eye that depicted her as princess; the only female of the kingdom to hold her impressive role as first born daughter of the King. So far, she had been growing in leaps and bounds, her lessons building on her natural and - supposedly blessed - foundations. Now, she was being told that more lessons were to be had.
If she were a woman of leisure and able to while away her time - like her younger sister, whom she did not resent the freedom of - Persephone would have been happy to attend the class her father's scribes and decorum specialists had arranged for her. She would have been even more eager to learn from the woman who had joined them at the palace, if it was not a situation in which she was supposed to partake socially with others. Already in a position where she handled and led the Court sessions as her mother had before her, and one that handled many of the administrative tasks of her father's role, Persephone felt that any additional time in the company of the courtier ladies of Athenia, to learn something that others had already praised her skill in, was a wasteful distraction from more purposeful responsibilities. And yet, she was an obedient daughter who did her duty.
The woman from whom Persephone was to learn that day, was a Lady Eloria. Whilst she was referred to as such, the woman had not been born noble but, instead, married a man of great title and fortune, only to be widowed a few years later. Left with no inheritance by her in-laws and falling on teaching as her means of income, Lady Eloria was a woman with title and now means; but only if she worked for them. Her "means" in question were the specialised understanding of courtly manners. A skill she had perfected in the social circles of Roma and their higher echelons of society. This was her first visit to Greece and whilst her language skills were as impressive as her manners and there had been no communication difficulties on the few meetings Persephone had yet had with her, the woman spoke with a thick and unusual accent.
It had been arranged that the Lady Eloria would be holding a lesson in the great hall of the royal palati that would be open to all of the ladies of the Royal Houses who felt that they wished to attend. Persephone had been expected to be present in order to give the lesson a seal of royal authority and Emilia had exuberantly demanded that she be included as she was approaching her teenage years and was eager to copy and mimic anything her elder sister engaged upon. Persephone was also aware that there could be any number of other ladies involved: the Ladies Chara and Danae of Stravos, Lady Vasia of Antonis... Perhaps the Marikas girls if they did not think themselves too high and mighty for such a lesson in etiquette.
The rumour mill that had circulated regarding Lady Eloria had caused a bit of a stir among the women. For, it was said that she was just as skilled in the public manners of civility as she was in mastering the acts of the bedroom. It had been rumoured that she would be holding a secondary class after her first for the older girls of the Royal Dynasteias. But this would remain to be seen.
Following in her duty, Persephone arrived a little before the scheduled time, in the great hall of the palati - where Court was usually held. She was gowned in in the softest of yellows today - a colour that offset her tanned skin and picked up on the golden leaves of ivy in her hair. The chiton fastened over only one shoulder and was cinched at the waist before falling to the floor and trailing some inches over the marble tile, hiding her feet entirely from view. Several long, thin gold chains had been fastened to the fibulae upon her shoulder and were fastened into intricate loops that fell over her upper arm. Her opposing wrist held chains of a similar ilk, looped around her skin. She wore her mother's wedding ring on her right-hand ring finger, a band of silver in all the yellow.
When she moved forward to greet the Lady Eloria who was standing beside a circular table set up with scarves and fans - was that a fake rabbit? - it was a clash of warm colours as the woman she greeted was as fiery in colour as she was spirited in nature. With red hair woven with ochre, peach and gold, and a gown of deepest vermillion, Persephone appeared at odds in contrast. Where her raiment was light, Eloria's was strikingly bold, where her complexion was dark, her guests was palest of milk with a few spots of colour over the bridge of her nose and the tops of her shoulders. She had a dark mark just beneath her left eye - a spot that appeared to only enhance the natural draw of her dark umber eyes.
"My Princess..." Eloria greeted, insisting on kissing the air at each side of Persephone's face, as she had done when she first arrived at the palace. Her accent and determination to claim everything as "my" in her word choice, made the woman incredibly friendly and a little unsettling to an Athenian who liked her space of propriety. The Lady Eloria kept Persephone's hands in hers as she smiled brightly. "I am entirely complete for the lesson. Perhaps, your friends shall be here soon, yes?"
Persephone's internal thoughts were kept to herself. And she was well practiced, even at the age of sixteen, in keeping them there. That didn't, however, stop her from having the classic teenaged rebellious thoughts when she was summoned to complete a task, she held no interest in.
No, that wasn't strictly true. Persephone naturally loved to learn. She enjoyed understanding new concepts, designing new behaviours to meet with cultural customs and adapting the ways in which she received others - food, chamber, conversation, amenities - to suit the social occasion itself. In this, she was utterly perfect in her role of princess. Where she felt short was that Persephone was not a woman who liked to waste her time. And she had yet to develop the belief or understanding that socialising with other ladies of the Athenian court, simply for the sake of socialising and building rapport was, in fact, not a waste. In the years to come, Persephone would understand and accept the import of making friendships - however false - with the females of her own rank and position in society. She would not enjoy it, just as she did not in this era of her life, but she would accept it. Now, however, in the year of 678 BC, she was only skilled enough at keeping her impetuous and imperious thoughts within her mind, rather than allowing them to slip from between her lips. She wasn't able to keep them out of her head entirely.
And the thought this time was - Is this entirely necessary?
It had been many years since Persephone had broken past the awkward stage of puberty. One of the lucky ones and in keeping with her birth as princess, Persephone had avoided her hormonal stages without upset to her complexion, without the gangliness of awkward growth spurts and with a grace and poise beyond her years. It was these elements of her youthful life that had caused several courtiers to start to refer to her as blessed. Always a child of great balance, equilibrium and careful step, Persephone had never been clumsy, nor bedraggled. The posture and regality of her carriage had had to be learnt - that was not natural - and she had had to adjust her manner of speech, visual expression and the general look in her eye that depicted her as princess; the only female of the kingdom to hold her impressive role as first born daughter of the King. So far, she had been growing in leaps and bounds, her lessons building on her natural and - supposedly blessed - foundations. Now, she was being told that more lessons were to be had.
If she were a woman of leisure and able to while away her time - like her younger sister, whom she did not resent the freedom of - Persephone would have been happy to attend the class her father's scribes and decorum specialists had arranged for her. She would have been even more eager to learn from the woman who had joined them at the palace, if it was not a situation in which she was supposed to partake socially with others. Already in a position where she handled and led the Court sessions as her mother had before her, and one that handled many of the administrative tasks of her father's role, Persephone felt that any additional time in the company of the courtier ladies of Athenia, to learn something that others had already praised her skill in, was a wasteful distraction from more purposeful responsibilities. And yet, she was an obedient daughter who did her duty.
The woman from whom Persephone was to learn that day, was a Lady Eloria. Whilst she was referred to as such, the woman had not been born noble but, instead, married a man of great title and fortune, only to be widowed a few years later. Left with no inheritance by her in-laws and falling on teaching as her means of income, Lady Eloria was a woman with title and now means; but only if she worked for them. Her "means" in question were the specialised understanding of courtly manners. A skill she had perfected in the social circles of Roma and their higher echelons of society. This was her first visit to Greece and whilst her language skills were as impressive as her manners and there had been no communication difficulties on the few meetings Persephone had yet had with her, the woman spoke with a thick and unusual accent.
It had been arranged that the Lady Eloria would be holding a lesson in the great hall of the royal palati that would be open to all of the ladies of the Royal Houses who felt that they wished to attend. Persephone had been expected to be present in order to give the lesson a seal of royal authority and Emilia had exuberantly demanded that she be included as she was approaching her teenage years and was eager to copy and mimic anything her elder sister engaged upon. Persephone was also aware that there could be any number of other ladies involved: the Ladies Chara and Danae of Stravos, Lady Vasia of Antonis... Perhaps the Marikas girls if they did not think themselves too high and mighty for such a lesson in etiquette.
The rumour mill that had circulated regarding Lady Eloria had caused a bit of a stir among the women. For, it was said that she was just as skilled in the public manners of civility as she was in mastering the acts of the bedroom. It had been rumoured that she would be holding a secondary class after her first for the older girls of the Royal Dynasteias. But this would remain to be seen.
Following in her duty, Persephone arrived a little before the scheduled time, in the great hall of the palati - where Court was usually held. She was gowned in in the softest of yellows today - a colour that offset her tanned skin and picked up on the golden leaves of ivy in her hair. The chiton fastened over only one shoulder and was cinched at the waist before falling to the floor and trailing some inches over the marble tile, hiding her feet entirely from view. Several long, thin gold chains had been fastened to the fibulae upon her shoulder and were fastened into intricate loops that fell over her upper arm. Her opposing wrist held chains of a similar ilk, looped around her skin. She wore her mother's wedding ring on her right-hand ring finger, a band of silver in all the yellow.
When she moved forward to greet the Lady Eloria who was standing beside a circular table set up with scarves and fans - was that a fake rabbit? - it was a clash of warm colours as the woman she greeted was as fiery in colour as she was spirited in nature. With red hair woven with ochre, peach and gold, and a gown of deepest vermillion, Persephone appeared at odds in contrast. Where her raiment was light, Eloria's was strikingly bold, where her complexion was dark, her guests was palest of milk with a few spots of colour over the bridge of her nose and the tops of her shoulders. She had a dark mark just beneath her left eye - a spot that appeared to only enhance the natural draw of her dark umber eyes.
"My Princess..." Eloria greeted, insisting on kissing the air at each side of Persephone's face, as she had done when she first arrived at the palace. Her accent and determination to claim everything as "my" in her word choice, made the woman incredibly friendly and a little unsettling to an Athenian who liked her space of propriety. The Lady Eloria kept Persephone's hands in hers as she smiled brightly. "I am entirely complete for the lesson. Perhaps, your friends shall be here soon, yes?"
Iris hadn’t been entirely keen on attending a court function on acting in a proprietary manner, but it was upon her father’s and cousin’s insistence that she attended. While she might have been keen to remain a recluse, away from the gossip of the court, the point had been made that doing so, as a lady of the court, was nigh impossible. She would have to make her own appearances, just as her father did when he was forced to attend to the Senate. This was one visit to the capitol that Iris could not find any way out of attending. The only two positives to a day such as this were the company that she would be keeping.
Elysia had weaseled her way into her plans, as usual. Having heard that Iris was going to attend the learning experience at the Palati, Elysia had immediately asked Iris to be able to attend with her. Not having the heart to tell her cousin no and actually wanting to spend time with the older woman (who often kept her saner than she realized), Iris accepted and invited her to come along. They rode in a carriage together, though Iris rather disliked them. Preferring the freedom of her own horse, it was a bit disappointing not to be able to ride to the Palati on her own.
She understood Elysia not to enjoy the more wild, less genteel nature of her family, so Iris decided it wasn’t the greatest idea to push the issue. If iris were honest, she was only concerned with the fact that she would get to spend time in the company of Princess Persephone, the young woman she knew to just be coming into her own as the potential future queen of Athenia. While Iris felt the same sentiment toward the lessons that afternoon (were they necessary? no.), the young woman still made the effort to attend the function if only to please her father and pick up friendly connections where they had left off in years prior.
The carriage landed before the Palati and Iris breezed out as quickly as she could, trying not to make a face at the displeasure of having been cramped inside. Then, she reached a hand out to help her cousin down. “Are you sure you want to attend this, Elysia? It is bound to be boring. I can always send you and the carriage back,” the young lady offered calmly to her older cousin, lifting a single brow in inquiry.
When it was asserted that she did, in fact, want to be here, Iris gave a slight nod and allowed them to be lead into the Palati. Iris paid little attention to the finery of the building, focusing more on where she was going and how fast she would get there. The sooner that this day was over, the sooner she could get back to her work, as confusing as it was at times.
Entering into the Grand Hall, Iris took careful steps toward the princess and their tutor for the day. She paused when she was at a respectable distance and then fell into a low bow. “Princess Persephone,” Iris greeted softly, “It is a pleasure to see you again. I am sorry that I have been so in and out of court as of late,” she gave a measured pause before motioning to her cousin, “I hope you do not mind that I invited my cousin, Elysia, to join us.”
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Iris hadn’t been entirely keen on attending a court function on acting in a proprietary manner, but it was upon her father’s and cousin’s insistence that she attended. While she might have been keen to remain a recluse, away from the gossip of the court, the point had been made that doing so, as a lady of the court, was nigh impossible. She would have to make her own appearances, just as her father did when he was forced to attend to the Senate. This was one visit to the capitol that Iris could not find any way out of attending. The only two positives to a day such as this were the company that she would be keeping.
Elysia had weaseled her way into her plans, as usual. Having heard that Iris was going to attend the learning experience at the Palati, Elysia had immediately asked Iris to be able to attend with her. Not having the heart to tell her cousin no and actually wanting to spend time with the older woman (who often kept her saner than she realized), Iris accepted and invited her to come along. They rode in a carriage together, though Iris rather disliked them. Preferring the freedom of her own horse, it was a bit disappointing not to be able to ride to the Palati on her own.
She understood Elysia not to enjoy the more wild, less genteel nature of her family, so Iris decided it wasn’t the greatest idea to push the issue. If iris were honest, she was only concerned with the fact that she would get to spend time in the company of Princess Persephone, the young woman she knew to just be coming into her own as the potential future queen of Athenia. While Iris felt the same sentiment toward the lessons that afternoon (were they necessary? no.), the young woman still made the effort to attend the function if only to please her father and pick up friendly connections where they had left off in years prior.
The carriage landed before the Palati and Iris breezed out as quickly as she could, trying not to make a face at the displeasure of having been cramped inside. Then, she reached a hand out to help her cousin down. “Are you sure you want to attend this, Elysia? It is bound to be boring. I can always send you and the carriage back,” the young lady offered calmly to her older cousin, lifting a single brow in inquiry.
When it was asserted that she did, in fact, want to be here, Iris gave a slight nod and allowed them to be lead into the Palati. Iris paid little attention to the finery of the building, focusing more on where she was going and how fast she would get there. The sooner that this day was over, the sooner she could get back to her work, as confusing as it was at times.
Entering into the Grand Hall, Iris took careful steps toward the princess and their tutor for the day. She paused when she was at a respectable distance and then fell into a low bow. “Princess Persephone,” Iris greeted softly, “It is a pleasure to see you again. I am sorry that I have been so in and out of court as of late,” she gave a measured pause before motioning to her cousin, “I hope you do not mind that I invited my cousin, Elysia, to join us.”
Iris hadn’t been entirely keen on attending a court function on acting in a proprietary manner, but it was upon her father’s and cousin’s insistence that she attended. While she might have been keen to remain a recluse, away from the gossip of the court, the point had been made that doing so, as a lady of the court, was nigh impossible. She would have to make her own appearances, just as her father did when he was forced to attend to the Senate. This was one visit to the capitol that Iris could not find any way out of attending. The only two positives to a day such as this were the company that she would be keeping.
Elysia had weaseled her way into her plans, as usual. Having heard that Iris was going to attend the learning experience at the Palati, Elysia had immediately asked Iris to be able to attend with her. Not having the heart to tell her cousin no and actually wanting to spend time with the older woman (who often kept her saner than she realized), Iris accepted and invited her to come along. They rode in a carriage together, though Iris rather disliked them. Preferring the freedom of her own horse, it was a bit disappointing not to be able to ride to the Palati on her own.
She understood Elysia not to enjoy the more wild, less genteel nature of her family, so Iris decided it wasn’t the greatest idea to push the issue. If iris were honest, she was only concerned with the fact that she would get to spend time in the company of Princess Persephone, the young woman she knew to just be coming into her own as the potential future queen of Athenia. While Iris felt the same sentiment toward the lessons that afternoon (were they necessary? no.), the young woman still made the effort to attend the function if only to please her father and pick up friendly connections where they had left off in years prior.
The carriage landed before the Palati and Iris breezed out as quickly as she could, trying not to make a face at the displeasure of having been cramped inside. Then, she reached a hand out to help her cousin down. “Are you sure you want to attend this, Elysia? It is bound to be boring. I can always send you and the carriage back,” the young lady offered calmly to her older cousin, lifting a single brow in inquiry.
When it was asserted that she did, in fact, want to be here, Iris gave a slight nod and allowed them to be lead into the Palati. Iris paid little attention to the finery of the building, focusing more on where she was going and how fast she would get there. The sooner that this day was over, the sooner she could get back to her work, as confusing as it was at times.
Entering into the Grand Hall, Iris took careful steps toward the princess and their tutor for the day. She paused when she was at a respectable distance and then fell into a low bow. “Princess Persephone,” Iris greeted softly, “It is a pleasure to see you again. I am sorry that I have been so in and out of court as of late,” she gave a measured pause before motioning to her cousin, “I hope you do not mind that I invited my cousin, Elysia, to join us.”
Elysia did not feel that she necessarily needed the etiquette lessons that were being put on at the palati, but was she going to miss an opportunity of gathered women of rank? Absolutely not. They could have been studying how to chisel proper toes on statues and she would have attended. Thankfully, this lesson should be a little more interesting than that. It was Elysia’s opinion that no one could possibly know everything and she was willing to believe that this foreign woman might have some secrets and tricks worth knowing. If she did not? Well at least Elysia would have gotten to spend time with her cousin and in the presence of the women that moved and shook the court of Athenia.
Giving herself a last once over in the mirror, she shifted her long, gossamer white chiton. The himation she kept looped over her arms and behind her like a drape, was of a soft, breathy pink, nearly colorless. Her hair was up in a simple style like the tail of a horse, but where curls cascaded down, thin ribbons of gold were interwoven to create a shimmering waterfall effect. Other than this, she had no adornment and swept out to the waiting carriage where Iris was peeking through the window.
“Good morning,” Elysia smiled and sat across from her cousin as they made their way through the streets. Their conversation was mainly carried by herself. Small talk, pointing out this or that about people they passed, and generally keeping of a steady stream of words in a soothing, gentle tone, meant not to annoy Iris, but to put her at her ease. She knew full well that her cousin didn’t like to come but honestly, if anyone needed it, it was Iris. She who would rather be on horseback, shooting arrows from her bow than slaying men and women verbally at court. There was nothing more exciting than winning against the most intelligent of all beasts: man. Men were far more interesting to catch and release than any animal in the forest, to Elysia, at least.
When the carriage at last stopped, Iris was the first out and offered a hand to help Elysia down. While Elysia did not need the help, she did not often contradict the impression that others had of her and she accepted Iris’s hand with a small smile and a pleasant “Thank you.” She drew in a deep breath, smiling up at the palati entrance, she was already inside the building in her mind when Iris spoke.
“Are you sure you want to attend this, Elysia? It is bound to be boring. I can always send you and the carriage back,”
“Of course it will be boring,” Elysia bestowed her smile on Iris now and slipped her arm through hers, tugging her cousin close enough that their sides were touching. “But I wouldn’t dream of missing this. Besides, you might learn how to hunt people, rather than poor defenseless rabbits.” She crinkled her nose at Iris and then tapped her cousin’s nose too. “You’re so beautiful, my love, that you could be so much more if you tried. Alas, I am what I am. But you,” she brought them forward while she spoke. “There’s hope for you.”
Elysia did not let go of Iris while they walked, liking the closeness. She also did not gawk at the finery around them. This was hardly the first time she’d been here and when they entered the Great Hall, she finally did release her cousin and swept into an even lower bow, as befitted her lower station. Already married to the Master Informer, she would be a stranger to no one in this room but the foreigner. Elysia waited to be addressed by Princess Persephone and gave her greetings and thanking her for allowing her to be here.
Then, when other women entered after them, she softly nudged Iris with her hip so that the two of them could make way for the others.
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Elysia did not feel that she necessarily needed the etiquette lessons that were being put on at the palati, but was she going to miss an opportunity of gathered women of rank? Absolutely not. They could have been studying how to chisel proper toes on statues and she would have attended. Thankfully, this lesson should be a little more interesting than that. It was Elysia’s opinion that no one could possibly know everything and she was willing to believe that this foreign woman might have some secrets and tricks worth knowing. If she did not? Well at least Elysia would have gotten to spend time with her cousin and in the presence of the women that moved and shook the court of Athenia.
Giving herself a last once over in the mirror, she shifted her long, gossamer white chiton. The himation she kept looped over her arms and behind her like a drape, was of a soft, breathy pink, nearly colorless. Her hair was up in a simple style like the tail of a horse, but where curls cascaded down, thin ribbons of gold were interwoven to create a shimmering waterfall effect. Other than this, she had no adornment and swept out to the waiting carriage where Iris was peeking through the window.
“Good morning,” Elysia smiled and sat across from her cousin as they made their way through the streets. Their conversation was mainly carried by herself. Small talk, pointing out this or that about people they passed, and generally keeping of a steady stream of words in a soothing, gentle tone, meant not to annoy Iris, but to put her at her ease. She knew full well that her cousin didn’t like to come but honestly, if anyone needed it, it was Iris. She who would rather be on horseback, shooting arrows from her bow than slaying men and women verbally at court. There was nothing more exciting than winning against the most intelligent of all beasts: man. Men were far more interesting to catch and release than any animal in the forest, to Elysia, at least.
When the carriage at last stopped, Iris was the first out and offered a hand to help Elysia down. While Elysia did not need the help, she did not often contradict the impression that others had of her and she accepted Iris’s hand with a small smile and a pleasant “Thank you.” She drew in a deep breath, smiling up at the palati entrance, she was already inside the building in her mind when Iris spoke.
“Are you sure you want to attend this, Elysia? It is bound to be boring. I can always send you and the carriage back,”
“Of course it will be boring,” Elysia bestowed her smile on Iris now and slipped her arm through hers, tugging her cousin close enough that their sides were touching. “But I wouldn’t dream of missing this. Besides, you might learn how to hunt people, rather than poor defenseless rabbits.” She crinkled her nose at Iris and then tapped her cousin’s nose too. “You’re so beautiful, my love, that you could be so much more if you tried. Alas, I am what I am. But you,” she brought them forward while she spoke. “There’s hope for you.”
Elysia did not let go of Iris while they walked, liking the closeness. She also did not gawk at the finery around them. This was hardly the first time she’d been here and when they entered the Great Hall, she finally did release her cousin and swept into an even lower bow, as befitted her lower station. Already married to the Master Informer, she would be a stranger to no one in this room but the foreigner. Elysia waited to be addressed by Princess Persephone and gave her greetings and thanking her for allowing her to be here.
Then, when other women entered after them, she softly nudged Iris with her hip so that the two of them could make way for the others.
Elysia did not feel that she necessarily needed the etiquette lessons that were being put on at the palati, but was she going to miss an opportunity of gathered women of rank? Absolutely not. They could have been studying how to chisel proper toes on statues and she would have attended. Thankfully, this lesson should be a little more interesting than that. It was Elysia’s opinion that no one could possibly know everything and she was willing to believe that this foreign woman might have some secrets and tricks worth knowing. If she did not? Well at least Elysia would have gotten to spend time with her cousin and in the presence of the women that moved and shook the court of Athenia.
Giving herself a last once over in the mirror, she shifted her long, gossamer white chiton. The himation she kept looped over her arms and behind her like a drape, was of a soft, breathy pink, nearly colorless. Her hair was up in a simple style like the tail of a horse, but where curls cascaded down, thin ribbons of gold were interwoven to create a shimmering waterfall effect. Other than this, she had no adornment and swept out to the waiting carriage where Iris was peeking through the window.
“Good morning,” Elysia smiled and sat across from her cousin as they made their way through the streets. Their conversation was mainly carried by herself. Small talk, pointing out this or that about people they passed, and generally keeping of a steady stream of words in a soothing, gentle tone, meant not to annoy Iris, but to put her at her ease. She knew full well that her cousin didn’t like to come but honestly, if anyone needed it, it was Iris. She who would rather be on horseback, shooting arrows from her bow than slaying men and women verbally at court. There was nothing more exciting than winning against the most intelligent of all beasts: man. Men were far more interesting to catch and release than any animal in the forest, to Elysia, at least.
When the carriage at last stopped, Iris was the first out and offered a hand to help Elysia down. While Elysia did not need the help, she did not often contradict the impression that others had of her and she accepted Iris’s hand with a small smile and a pleasant “Thank you.” She drew in a deep breath, smiling up at the palati entrance, she was already inside the building in her mind when Iris spoke.
“Are you sure you want to attend this, Elysia? It is bound to be boring. I can always send you and the carriage back,”
“Of course it will be boring,” Elysia bestowed her smile on Iris now and slipped her arm through hers, tugging her cousin close enough that their sides were touching. “But I wouldn’t dream of missing this. Besides, you might learn how to hunt people, rather than poor defenseless rabbits.” She crinkled her nose at Iris and then tapped her cousin’s nose too. “You’re so beautiful, my love, that you could be so much more if you tried. Alas, I am what I am. But you,” she brought them forward while she spoke. “There’s hope for you.”
Elysia did not let go of Iris while they walked, liking the closeness. She also did not gawk at the finery around them. This was hardly the first time she’d been here and when they entered the Great Hall, she finally did release her cousin and swept into an even lower bow, as befitted her lower station. Already married to the Master Informer, she would be a stranger to no one in this room but the foreigner. Elysia waited to be addressed by Princess Persephone and gave her greetings and thanking her for allowing her to be here.
Then, when other women entered after them, she softly nudged Iris with her hip so that the two of them could make way for the others.
A young girl of eleven was usually not allowed anywhere near the lessons of her elder sister. Emilia had already started lessons of her own, but her father had been reluctant to allow his youngest daughter to grow up so quickly. Yet that was all Emilia wanted to do! She worshipped the ground her elder sister walked upon, and when she was told to stay away as a famed tutor to the children of royalty and nobility... well, have you ever tried asking a precocious eleven year old to stay away before?
Emilia was well versed and being adorably irresistible, and the moment she knew the lady in question to come teach for the day had arrived, the young girl had put on her best, large puppy-eyed face to her maids, and asked if she could get some sweets and a snack. When one left, Emilia then turned to the other and asked if she could quickly run to the library and fetch her sketchbook, which she had left there the day before. When the maid had offered to do it for her, Emilia had given long, convoluted instructions until in the end, the poor servant had simply agreed to go along with Emilia.
The library however, was not a place where one could easily watch over a charge. With rows upon rows of shelves filled with scrolls and books of all sorts, it was easy for Emilia to duck this way and that, before she found herself running down the hallway away from the library, taking the steps two at a time down to the Grand Hall, where the noises soon confirmed what she knew - that indeed, her sister was there with the other invited female nobility for the day.
Bingo.
What was the lesson on again? Dancing? Manners? Emilia wasn't sure. She hadn't entirely been paying attention when her father had informed Persephone about the event, but she did know she wanted to see what was going on.
From the stairwell's banister, the young brunette ensured her short, pink chiton stayed away from tripping her over, as she peered into the open doors of the Grand Hall, hearing the chatter of females and seeing a few familiar faces, but not all. She was still in the process of learning titles and putting names to faces, which was also why Emilia was yet to be allowed in court sessions - only firing up her curiosity even further.
Gingerly taking a step or two down so as she could get a better look, the young girl stood on her tip toes straining to get a look, but what she did not take note of was how close she was to the edge of the stairs, that her slippers slipped when she went slightly off balance, and the next thing anyone would hear was a loud crash as the young girl fell the last three steps down, and in a crumpled heap of pink material and ribbons, her brunette curls a mess, a low groan coming from below the mess.
"Ow."
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A young girl of eleven was usually not allowed anywhere near the lessons of her elder sister. Emilia had already started lessons of her own, but her father had been reluctant to allow his youngest daughter to grow up so quickly. Yet that was all Emilia wanted to do! She worshipped the ground her elder sister walked upon, and when she was told to stay away as a famed tutor to the children of royalty and nobility... well, have you ever tried asking a precocious eleven year old to stay away before?
Emilia was well versed and being adorably irresistible, and the moment she knew the lady in question to come teach for the day had arrived, the young girl had put on her best, large puppy-eyed face to her maids, and asked if she could get some sweets and a snack. When one left, Emilia then turned to the other and asked if she could quickly run to the library and fetch her sketchbook, which she had left there the day before. When the maid had offered to do it for her, Emilia had given long, convoluted instructions until in the end, the poor servant had simply agreed to go along with Emilia.
The library however, was not a place where one could easily watch over a charge. With rows upon rows of shelves filled with scrolls and books of all sorts, it was easy for Emilia to duck this way and that, before she found herself running down the hallway away from the library, taking the steps two at a time down to the Grand Hall, where the noises soon confirmed what she knew - that indeed, her sister was there with the other invited female nobility for the day.
Bingo.
What was the lesson on again? Dancing? Manners? Emilia wasn't sure. She hadn't entirely been paying attention when her father had informed Persephone about the event, but she did know she wanted to see what was going on.
From the stairwell's banister, the young brunette ensured her short, pink chiton stayed away from tripping her over, as she peered into the open doors of the Grand Hall, hearing the chatter of females and seeing a few familiar faces, but not all. She was still in the process of learning titles and putting names to faces, which was also why Emilia was yet to be allowed in court sessions - only firing up her curiosity even further.
Gingerly taking a step or two down so as she could get a better look, the young girl stood on her tip toes straining to get a look, but what she did not take note of was how close she was to the edge of the stairs, that her slippers slipped when she went slightly off balance, and the next thing anyone would hear was a loud crash as the young girl fell the last three steps down, and in a crumpled heap of pink material and ribbons, her brunette curls a mess, a low groan coming from below the mess.
"Ow."
A young girl of eleven was usually not allowed anywhere near the lessons of her elder sister. Emilia had already started lessons of her own, but her father had been reluctant to allow his youngest daughter to grow up so quickly. Yet that was all Emilia wanted to do! She worshipped the ground her elder sister walked upon, and when she was told to stay away as a famed tutor to the children of royalty and nobility... well, have you ever tried asking a precocious eleven year old to stay away before?
Emilia was well versed and being adorably irresistible, and the moment she knew the lady in question to come teach for the day had arrived, the young girl had put on her best, large puppy-eyed face to her maids, and asked if she could get some sweets and a snack. When one left, Emilia then turned to the other and asked if she could quickly run to the library and fetch her sketchbook, which she had left there the day before. When the maid had offered to do it for her, Emilia had given long, convoluted instructions until in the end, the poor servant had simply agreed to go along with Emilia.
The library however, was not a place where one could easily watch over a charge. With rows upon rows of shelves filled with scrolls and books of all sorts, it was easy for Emilia to duck this way and that, before she found herself running down the hallway away from the library, taking the steps two at a time down to the Grand Hall, where the noises soon confirmed what she knew - that indeed, her sister was there with the other invited female nobility for the day.
Bingo.
What was the lesson on again? Dancing? Manners? Emilia wasn't sure. She hadn't entirely been paying attention when her father had informed Persephone about the event, but she did know she wanted to see what was going on.
From the stairwell's banister, the young brunette ensured her short, pink chiton stayed away from tripping her over, as she peered into the open doors of the Grand Hall, hearing the chatter of females and seeing a few familiar faces, but not all. She was still in the process of learning titles and putting names to faces, which was also why Emilia was yet to be allowed in court sessions - only firing up her curiosity even further.
Gingerly taking a step or two down so as she could get a better look, the young girl stood on her tip toes straining to get a look, but what she did not take note of was how close she was to the edge of the stairs, that her slippers slipped when she went slightly off balance, and the next thing anyone would hear was a loud crash as the young girl fell the last three steps down, and in a crumpled heap of pink material and ribbons, her brunette curls a mess, a low groan coming from below the mess.
"Ow."
When Vasia had been told of the gathering at the Palace, she had almost rolled her eyes. At 23 years of age, she thought she had been in Court long enough to be beyond lessons in etiquette, but tasked with escorting her young cousin Hebe, she could hardly refuse her Aunt’s request.
It was only when she had mentioned in passing to one of the Professors that she would not be attending his next lecture that the blonde had learned of the woman who was to be tutoring them in such things, and here at least, Vasia had found her interest brighten. There was much said of this Lady Eloria, not all of it bore repeating, but it was enough to have the lone daughter of Lacides Antonis stop dreading it so much.
Having taken her lady’s maid Sophia along in case Hebe got too restless, the three were now riding through the city streets towards the Palace, Vasia gazing out of the window into the Spring sunshine and wondering what awaited them. Briefly, she leant over toward Hebe and pointed out some of the houses they passed, letting the young girl situate herself in the great city of stone. Hebe was an enthusiastic, bright little thing, and truly Vasia didn’t begrudge spending time with her. She did wonder however, exactly how entertaining her young cousin would find the day’s schedule. That was why she had been insistent on Sophia joining them. There was no real need, for Vasia was only to be with other ladies of the court, but she;d head whispers that suggested she might have been irritated had she had to leave early. This way, Sophia could always escort Hebe home.
Vasia smiled at the young girl beside her. “You remember, Hebe, if you find yourself growing bored you need only tell me. Don’t fidget or play around. This isn’t supposed to be some tortuous endeavour. Though I do think it will be quite interesting."
They had drawn close to the imposing facade of the Palati now, the carriage jerking a little as it came to a halt. It was a servant of the Palati who opened the door and offered the Antonis ladies an arm down. Disembarking first, Vasia gathered the waterfall silk of her chiton so as not to trip on the delicate lengths. Pale blue that shifted into indigo, it had come from an unusual bolt of fabric that her dressmaker had found, and Vasia was unusually fond of it, not usually being one given to such girlish fancies. There were small flashes of silver as the sun caught the simple jewellery she wore, and the elder turned to see her young charge made it safely from the carriage, drawing the long braid of her hair over one shoulder as she did so.
“Remember that Princess Persephone and Princess Emilia if she is here. are to be addressed as Your highness, Hebe. And any of the other ladies , you must address as Lady. if you are uncertain, squeeze my hand and I will speak to them first so you can follow my lead, yes?”
This was spoken in a gentle hushed tone as the three females were led through the palati to the Grand Hall. it was not an unfamiliar space to Vasia, but she snuck a look at Hebe to see what the girl made of it.
Within, it appeared that they were late to join the party, for the Princess Persephone stood with a woman garbed in the boldest of reds who could surely only be the Lady Eloria, from Roma. And as they drew nearer, the Antonis blonde was pleased to see her friend Iris and the Lady Elysia already in attendance. Dipping into an elegant curtsey, she first greeted the Princess, taking Hebe’s hand to give the girl a little confidence should she need it.
“Your Highness, Lady Iris, Elysia. This is my young cousin, Lady Hebe, in case you have not yet been acquainted.”
There wasn’t much chance for further greetings, or for Vasia to turn her attention to the woman who stood off to the side and proved the most fascinating, because of a slight commotion from the stairwell, a muffled oomph, and a girl landing inelegantly at the bottom.Aah. The Princess Emilia, making an entrance, it would seem.
With brows arching in surprise, Vasia made no comment but did slant a gaze toward the elder Princess to see how she might react to her younger sibling rather graceless appearance. Was it etiquette they had come to learn?
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When Vasia had been told of the gathering at the Palace, she had almost rolled her eyes. At 23 years of age, she thought she had been in Court long enough to be beyond lessons in etiquette, but tasked with escorting her young cousin Hebe, she could hardly refuse her Aunt’s request.
It was only when she had mentioned in passing to one of the Professors that she would not be attending his next lecture that the blonde had learned of the woman who was to be tutoring them in such things, and here at least, Vasia had found her interest brighten. There was much said of this Lady Eloria, not all of it bore repeating, but it was enough to have the lone daughter of Lacides Antonis stop dreading it so much.
Having taken her lady’s maid Sophia along in case Hebe got too restless, the three were now riding through the city streets towards the Palace, Vasia gazing out of the window into the Spring sunshine and wondering what awaited them. Briefly, she leant over toward Hebe and pointed out some of the houses they passed, letting the young girl situate herself in the great city of stone. Hebe was an enthusiastic, bright little thing, and truly Vasia didn’t begrudge spending time with her. She did wonder however, exactly how entertaining her young cousin would find the day’s schedule. That was why she had been insistent on Sophia joining them. There was no real need, for Vasia was only to be with other ladies of the court, but she;d head whispers that suggested she might have been irritated had she had to leave early. This way, Sophia could always escort Hebe home.
Vasia smiled at the young girl beside her. “You remember, Hebe, if you find yourself growing bored you need only tell me. Don’t fidget or play around. This isn’t supposed to be some tortuous endeavour. Though I do think it will be quite interesting."
They had drawn close to the imposing facade of the Palati now, the carriage jerking a little as it came to a halt. It was a servant of the Palati who opened the door and offered the Antonis ladies an arm down. Disembarking first, Vasia gathered the waterfall silk of her chiton so as not to trip on the delicate lengths. Pale blue that shifted into indigo, it had come from an unusual bolt of fabric that her dressmaker had found, and Vasia was unusually fond of it, not usually being one given to such girlish fancies. There were small flashes of silver as the sun caught the simple jewellery she wore, and the elder turned to see her young charge made it safely from the carriage, drawing the long braid of her hair over one shoulder as she did so.
“Remember that Princess Persephone and Princess Emilia if she is here. are to be addressed as Your highness, Hebe. And any of the other ladies , you must address as Lady. if you are uncertain, squeeze my hand and I will speak to them first so you can follow my lead, yes?”
This was spoken in a gentle hushed tone as the three females were led through the palati to the Grand Hall. it was not an unfamiliar space to Vasia, but she snuck a look at Hebe to see what the girl made of it.
Within, it appeared that they were late to join the party, for the Princess Persephone stood with a woman garbed in the boldest of reds who could surely only be the Lady Eloria, from Roma. And as they drew nearer, the Antonis blonde was pleased to see her friend Iris and the Lady Elysia already in attendance. Dipping into an elegant curtsey, she first greeted the Princess, taking Hebe’s hand to give the girl a little confidence should she need it.
“Your Highness, Lady Iris, Elysia. This is my young cousin, Lady Hebe, in case you have not yet been acquainted.”
There wasn’t much chance for further greetings, or for Vasia to turn her attention to the woman who stood off to the side and proved the most fascinating, because of a slight commotion from the stairwell, a muffled oomph, and a girl landing inelegantly at the bottom.Aah. The Princess Emilia, making an entrance, it would seem.
With brows arching in surprise, Vasia made no comment but did slant a gaze toward the elder Princess to see how she might react to her younger sibling rather graceless appearance. Was it etiquette they had come to learn?
When Vasia had been told of the gathering at the Palace, she had almost rolled her eyes. At 23 years of age, she thought she had been in Court long enough to be beyond lessons in etiquette, but tasked with escorting her young cousin Hebe, she could hardly refuse her Aunt’s request.
It was only when she had mentioned in passing to one of the Professors that she would not be attending his next lecture that the blonde had learned of the woman who was to be tutoring them in such things, and here at least, Vasia had found her interest brighten. There was much said of this Lady Eloria, not all of it bore repeating, but it was enough to have the lone daughter of Lacides Antonis stop dreading it so much.
Having taken her lady’s maid Sophia along in case Hebe got too restless, the three were now riding through the city streets towards the Palace, Vasia gazing out of the window into the Spring sunshine and wondering what awaited them. Briefly, she leant over toward Hebe and pointed out some of the houses they passed, letting the young girl situate herself in the great city of stone. Hebe was an enthusiastic, bright little thing, and truly Vasia didn’t begrudge spending time with her. She did wonder however, exactly how entertaining her young cousin would find the day’s schedule. That was why she had been insistent on Sophia joining them. There was no real need, for Vasia was only to be with other ladies of the court, but she;d head whispers that suggested she might have been irritated had she had to leave early. This way, Sophia could always escort Hebe home.
Vasia smiled at the young girl beside her. “You remember, Hebe, if you find yourself growing bored you need only tell me. Don’t fidget or play around. This isn’t supposed to be some tortuous endeavour. Though I do think it will be quite interesting."
They had drawn close to the imposing facade of the Palati now, the carriage jerking a little as it came to a halt. It was a servant of the Palati who opened the door and offered the Antonis ladies an arm down. Disembarking first, Vasia gathered the waterfall silk of her chiton so as not to trip on the delicate lengths. Pale blue that shifted into indigo, it had come from an unusual bolt of fabric that her dressmaker had found, and Vasia was unusually fond of it, not usually being one given to such girlish fancies. There were small flashes of silver as the sun caught the simple jewellery she wore, and the elder turned to see her young charge made it safely from the carriage, drawing the long braid of her hair over one shoulder as she did so.
“Remember that Princess Persephone and Princess Emilia if she is here. are to be addressed as Your highness, Hebe. And any of the other ladies , you must address as Lady. if you are uncertain, squeeze my hand and I will speak to them first so you can follow my lead, yes?”
This was spoken in a gentle hushed tone as the three females were led through the palati to the Grand Hall. it was not an unfamiliar space to Vasia, but she snuck a look at Hebe to see what the girl made of it.
Within, it appeared that they were late to join the party, for the Princess Persephone stood with a woman garbed in the boldest of reds who could surely only be the Lady Eloria, from Roma. And as they drew nearer, the Antonis blonde was pleased to see her friend Iris and the Lady Elysia already in attendance. Dipping into an elegant curtsey, she first greeted the Princess, taking Hebe’s hand to give the girl a little confidence should she need it.
“Your Highness, Lady Iris, Elysia. This is my young cousin, Lady Hebe, in case you have not yet been acquainted.”
There wasn’t much chance for further greetings, or for Vasia to turn her attention to the woman who stood off to the side and proved the most fascinating, because of a slight commotion from the stairwell, a muffled oomph, and a girl landing inelegantly at the bottom.Aah. The Princess Emilia, making an entrance, it would seem.
With brows arching in surprise, Vasia made no comment but did slant a gaze toward the elder Princess to see how she might react to her younger sibling rather graceless appearance. Was it etiquette they had come to learn?
Hebe bounced with excitement on the carriage seat, trying to concentrate as her cousin Vasia pointed out some of the houses they passed. Houses were boring. She wished they were at the Palati already. The young girl had never been there before and wanted to see if it was as lavish on the inside as it was on the outside. Though a bit young at nearly eight to attend a lesson there, she had pleaded with her parents to let her go. Somebody had to represent their branch of the Antonis family, and none of her sisters had expressed any interest in attending. Finally, her parents had given in and asked Vasia if she would mind taking her.
Hebe liked Vasia. She wasn't bossy like Sanasa and or as scholarly as Marietta and Evi. Her cousin was fun to be around and she was pretty too, with her golden blonde hair. Sometimes she wished she had blonde hair too, but whenever she saw the red highlights in her own silky chestnut tresses, she wanted to keep it as it was. Red was her favorite color. Maybe when she grew up, it would turn all red and then everyone would compliment its color rather than its length. It had never been cut, and it fell to her hips in a cascade of soft curls.
“I promise, Vasia,” she said solemnly, a serious expression on her heart-shaped face. She certainly didn't want to embarrass her cousin or she would never take her anywhere ever again. “I will listen carefully and do everything I am told. I don't think it will be boring either, even if it is an etiquette lesson. Mother says I need to learn proper etiquette anyway.” Hebe tried, she really did, but she was rather clumsy when it came to curtsying and too blunt when speaking. While she remembered everything she had ever been taught, putting it into practice wasn't always easy. Yet she vowed to be on her best behavior today, so that she would get to go to the Palati again.
As the enormous structure came into view, she leaned foreard to take it all in, bumping her forehead on the side as the carriage jerked to a halt. “Ouch,” she muttered, reaching up to rub the sore spot. She hoped that there wouldn't be a bruise or everyone would laugh at her. Hebe didn't want to be laughed at.
One of the royal servants opened to door and helped Vasia out. When it was her turn, the youngest Antonis girl mimicked her cousin and gathered the folds of her mint green chiton in one small hand, revealing dainty feet encased in cream leather sandals that were strapped up to her calves. Her chiton was new and embroidered all over in a pattern of pink flowers. A pink silk belt crossed over her flat chest and wrapped around her waist. Ivory fibulae with pearls in their centers fastened the long swath of fabric to her shoulders. Her arms were left bare, encircled by pearl armbands. A matching necklace, earrings, and circlet of pearls completed her ensemble.
The servant's hand felt rough as he assisted her out of the carriage and she was glad when he let hers go. Dropping the fabric so that it swirled around her feet again, she pranced beside Vasia as they entered the Palati, attempting to keep up with her cousin's longer stride. Her eyes widened and she looked all around her as they headed for the grand hall. How large and beautiful it was. She wondered how the two princesses could find their way around with getting lost.
“And I must curtsy to them too,” she declared, hoping that Vasia would think that she was smart because she already knew that. She had seen the princesses Persephone and Emilia before and would recognize them, but most of the guests would be strangers. She wasn't invited to court functions at her tender age, and was only acquainted with her aunts, uncles, and cousins as well as visitors to the family estate. “Yes, thank you,” she whispered, grateful that Vasia would help her address the other girls and ladies properly.
The Grand Hall was just that … grand. Hebe barely kept her mouth from falling open. It was made of marble and there were magnificent carvings on the walls. And the ceiling wad decorated beautifully as well. She stopped for a moment, gazing at it in awe, and then quickly caught up to Vasia as she approached Princess Persephone and some women she didn't know. One of them was dressed in a lovely shade of red. She wished she was old enough to wear red. Her mother had told her that such bold colors weren't suitable for young girls. Maybe if their family colors had included red, it wouldn't be, but the main Antonis color was blue. Hebe liked blue. There were so many different shades of it. But red …
She realized that her mind was wandering when Vasia took her hand, and she focused on the group they had joined. Hebe curtsied to the princess, smiling disarmingly, happy that she didn't trip over the hem of her chiton. Unfortunately, it appeared that Princess Emilia was not so lucky, for she came crashing down the stairs and into the Hall, landing unceremoniously on the floor. Without thinking, Hebe released Vasia's hand and hurried over to her, kneeling beside the older girl. “Your Highness, are you all right?”
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Hebe bounced with excitement on the carriage seat, trying to concentrate as her cousin Vasia pointed out some of the houses they passed. Houses were boring. She wished they were at the Palati already. The young girl had never been there before and wanted to see if it was as lavish on the inside as it was on the outside. Though a bit young at nearly eight to attend a lesson there, she had pleaded with her parents to let her go. Somebody had to represent their branch of the Antonis family, and none of her sisters had expressed any interest in attending. Finally, her parents had given in and asked Vasia if she would mind taking her.
Hebe liked Vasia. She wasn't bossy like Sanasa and or as scholarly as Marietta and Evi. Her cousin was fun to be around and she was pretty too, with her golden blonde hair. Sometimes she wished she had blonde hair too, but whenever she saw the red highlights in her own silky chestnut tresses, she wanted to keep it as it was. Red was her favorite color. Maybe when she grew up, it would turn all red and then everyone would compliment its color rather than its length. It had never been cut, and it fell to her hips in a cascade of soft curls.
“I promise, Vasia,” she said solemnly, a serious expression on her heart-shaped face. She certainly didn't want to embarrass her cousin or she would never take her anywhere ever again. “I will listen carefully and do everything I am told. I don't think it will be boring either, even if it is an etiquette lesson. Mother says I need to learn proper etiquette anyway.” Hebe tried, she really did, but she was rather clumsy when it came to curtsying and too blunt when speaking. While she remembered everything she had ever been taught, putting it into practice wasn't always easy. Yet she vowed to be on her best behavior today, so that she would get to go to the Palati again.
As the enormous structure came into view, she leaned foreard to take it all in, bumping her forehead on the side as the carriage jerked to a halt. “Ouch,” she muttered, reaching up to rub the sore spot. She hoped that there wouldn't be a bruise or everyone would laugh at her. Hebe didn't want to be laughed at.
One of the royal servants opened to door and helped Vasia out. When it was her turn, the youngest Antonis girl mimicked her cousin and gathered the folds of her mint green chiton in one small hand, revealing dainty feet encased in cream leather sandals that were strapped up to her calves. Her chiton was new and embroidered all over in a pattern of pink flowers. A pink silk belt crossed over her flat chest and wrapped around her waist. Ivory fibulae with pearls in their centers fastened the long swath of fabric to her shoulders. Her arms were left bare, encircled by pearl armbands. A matching necklace, earrings, and circlet of pearls completed her ensemble.
The servant's hand felt rough as he assisted her out of the carriage and she was glad when he let hers go. Dropping the fabric so that it swirled around her feet again, she pranced beside Vasia as they entered the Palati, attempting to keep up with her cousin's longer stride. Her eyes widened and she looked all around her as they headed for the grand hall. How large and beautiful it was. She wondered how the two princesses could find their way around with getting lost.
“And I must curtsy to them too,” she declared, hoping that Vasia would think that she was smart because she already knew that. She had seen the princesses Persephone and Emilia before and would recognize them, but most of the guests would be strangers. She wasn't invited to court functions at her tender age, and was only acquainted with her aunts, uncles, and cousins as well as visitors to the family estate. “Yes, thank you,” she whispered, grateful that Vasia would help her address the other girls and ladies properly.
The Grand Hall was just that … grand. Hebe barely kept her mouth from falling open. It was made of marble and there were magnificent carvings on the walls. And the ceiling wad decorated beautifully as well. She stopped for a moment, gazing at it in awe, and then quickly caught up to Vasia as she approached Princess Persephone and some women she didn't know. One of them was dressed in a lovely shade of red. She wished she was old enough to wear red. Her mother had told her that such bold colors weren't suitable for young girls. Maybe if their family colors had included red, it wouldn't be, but the main Antonis color was blue. Hebe liked blue. There were so many different shades of it. But red …
She realized that her mind was wandering when Vasia took her hand, and she focused on the group they had joined. Hebe curtsied to the princess, smiling disarmingly, happy that she didn't trip over the hem of her chiton. Unfortunately, it appeared that Princess Emilia was not so lucky, for she came crashing down the stairs and into the Hall, landing unceremoniously on the floor. Without thinking, Hebe released Vasia's hand and hurried over to her, kneeling beside the older girl. “Your Highness, are you all right?”
Hebe bounced with excitement on the carriage seat, trying to concentrate as her cousin Vasia pointed out some of the houses they passed. Houses were boring. She wished they were at the Palati already. The young girl had never been there before and wanted to see if it was as lavish on the inside as it was on the outside. Though a bit young at nearly eight to attend a lesson there, she had pleaded with her parents to let her go. Somebody had to represent their branch of the Antonis family, and none of her sisters had expressed any interest in attending. Finally, her parents had given in and asked Vasia if she would mind taking her.
Hebe liked Vasia. She wasn't bossy like Sanasa and or as scholarly as Marietta and Evi. Her cousin was fun to be around and she was pretty too, with her golden blonde hair. Sometimes she wished she had blonde hair too, but whenever she saw the red highlights in her own silky chestnut tresses, she wanted to keep it as it was. Red was her favorite color. Maybe when she grew up, it would turn all red and then everyone would compliment its color rather than its length. It had never been cut, and it fell to her hips in a cascade of soft curls.
“I promise, Vasia,” she said solemnly, a serious expression on her heart-shaped face. She certainly didn't want to embarrass her cousin or she would never take her anywhere ever again. “I will listen carefully and do everything I am told. I don't think it will be boring either, even if it is an etiquette lesson. Mother says I need to learn proper etiquette anyway.” Hebe tried, she really did, but she was rather clumsy when it came to curtsying and too blunt when speaking. While she remembered everything she had ever been taught, putting it into practice wasn't always easy. Yet she vowed to be on her best behavior today, so that she would get to go to the Palati again.
As the enormous structure came into view, she leaned foreard to take it all in, bumping her forehead on the side as the carriage jerked to a halt. “Ouch,” she muttered, reaching up to rub the sore spot. She hoped that there wouldn't be a bruise or everyone would laugh at her. Hebe didn't want to be laughed at.
One of the royal servants opened to door and helped Vasia out. When it was her turn, the youngest Antonis girl mimicked her cousin and gathered the folds of her mint green chiton in one small hand, revealing dainty feet encased in cream leather sandals that were strapped up to her calves. Her chiton was new and embroidered all over in a pattern of pink flowers. A pink silk belt crossed over her flat chest and wrapped around her waist. Ivory fibulae with pearls in their centers fastened the long swath of fabric to her shoulders. Her arms were left bare, encircled by pearl armbands. A matching necklace, earrings, and circlet of pearls completed her ensemble.
The servant's hand felt rough as he assisted her out of the carriage and she was glad when he let hers go. Dropping the fabric so that it swirled around her feet again, she pranced beside Vasia as they entered the Palati, attempting to keep up with her cousin's longer stride. Her eyes widened and she looked all around her as they headed for the grand hall. How large and beautiful it was. She wondered how the two princesses could find their way around with getting lost.
“And I must curtsy to them too,” she declared, hoping that Vasia would think that she was smart because she already knew that. She had seen the princesses Persephone and Emilia before and would recognize them, but most of the guests would be strangers. She wasn't invited to court functions at her tender age, and was only acquainted with her aunts, uncles, and cousins as well as visitors to the family estate. “Yes, thank you,” she whispered, grateful that Vasia would help her address the other girls and ladies properly.
The Grand Hall was just that … grand. Hebe barely kept her mouth from falling open. It was made of marble and there were magnificent carvings on the walls. And the ceiling wad decorated beautifully as well. She stopped for a moment, gazing at it in awe, and then quickly caught up to Vasia as she approached Princess Persephone and some women she didn't know. One of them was dressed in a lovely shade of red. She wished she was old enough to wear red. Her mother had told her that such bold colors weren't suitable for young girls. Maybe if their family colors had included red, it wouldn't be, but the main Antonis color was blue. Hebe liked blue. There were so many different shades of it. But red …
She realized that her mind was wandering when Vasia took her hand, and she focused on the group they had joined. Hebe curtsied to the princess, smiling disarmingly, happy that she didn't trip over the hem of her chiton. Unfortunately, it appeared that Princess Emilia was not so lucky, for she came crashing down the stairs and into the Hall, landing unceremoniously on the floor. Without thinking, Hebe released Vasia's hand and hurried over to her, kneeling beside the older girl. “Your Highness, are you all right?”
Persephone greeted the woman who had come to teach the ladies of Greece the ways of European etiquette with a demure elegance of restraint. Lady Eloria was exuberant to say the least and seemed to impress her personality upon every feature of her face, line of her body and attitude to leave her lips. Persephone wondered how any such woman could be a master of courtly diplomacy when she didn't appear to have control over her mannerisms and emotions whatsoever. She was a little tiring to interact with. But also, hard not to like.
"Messages were sent out of your lessons, Lady Eloria and I am certain that they shall be responded to with vigour." She said with a polite smile and infused the Roman lady to clasp an open palm over her heart and eyes to turn limpid with vulnerable sensitivities. As if Persephone had just said she would give the life of her firstborn for the woman to never have to deal with aching joints. So exaggerated was the reaction that Persephone could only maintain her polite and soft smile that had frozen in place upon her fine features.
"My darling princess, you are too kind!" She exalted in a manner that felt like a breach of her personal boundaries as well as a strangely endearing and softly flattering address. "I should say that I am much looking forward to today's events, for Grecian ladies are not so open as one might allow them to be, yes?"
Persephone wasn't entirely certain what to make of that statement or how to respond but she was, thankfully, given the opportunity to avoid such a required response by the arrival of the Lady Iris and a woman that Persephone knew from sight and could place a name to but had not spoken with on a more personal one-to-one basis in the past. At least, not beyond the normal formalities of the entrance and exit to the Court sessions she held weekly.
Greeting her friend with genuine warmth and a polite nod in exchange of the noble lady's curtsey, Persephone's features were bright and welcoming as they turned to include the cousin at her side.
"But of course." She responded, despite the fact that the invitations had been the royal houses only and Iris had only been permitted to attend by personal invitation of the princess. She was not one to quibble and certainly not one to cause a scene before other ladies who were now entering the grand hall, ready to make the acquaintance of their princess and their new tutor. "The more the merrier, as I believe the epitaph goes." And she offered the penitent woman an expression of kindness but not the nod that Iris had been deemed fit to receive.
"Please..." She said, playing the part of hostess that she was abundantly used to performing at collaborative events and large public functions. "Avail yourselves of the refreshments as we await other arrivals. I would not see your parched before the lessons even begin."
"I assure you, my princess, there will be nothing dry upon this knowledge! My ladies! You will be astounded by what you learn today, of that you can be assured." The Lady Eloria went on to state, addressing the new arrivals with her thick accent. Her gaze took in their gowns, their hair and their features with an assessing look that hinted at far more intellect that her overt mannerisms might suggest. "Such beautiful specimens must have no difficulty holding the attention of their men but I vow to see you learn how to place yourselves as their betters, should you wish it." Her eyes sparkled with the power of knowledge and Persephone avoided responding to such a statement that she wasn't sure was complimentary or not upon their sex. Instead, as Iris and her cousin moved to one side at her direction and Elysia's encouragement, Persephone turned to welcome the next two to enter unto the room.
"Lady Vasia... Welcome." Persephone's smile was once more bright and genuine, for she had known the other woman for some time and had never held any animosity or hostility towards her. Instead, the age difference between them had seen a young Persephone envious of the older woman's calm demurity and control over her own elegance. The means and ease with which Vasia circulated amongst the chatter of men and categories in which Persephone knew nothing were traits she had always hoped to emulate and the Lord Lacides' determined and forthright manner - inherited by almost all of his children - was a refreshing one to interact with in Vasia.
When the woman introduced her own cousin, Persephone thought upon the appearance of her sister and was about to mention the regret with which it was that Emilia would not be attending and therefore not providing the Lady Hebe with a companion of her own age, that there was a crash from behind them and Persephone's head spun to take in the spectacle of her little sister in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the stairs. Her lower legs had been bared by her dress, her hair had gotten caught in her crown in a bit and messy loop but at least her dignity - that which it was - had been maintained.
"Emilia!" Persephone cried, before she could stop herself, her sisterly concern and public embarrassment overtaking her lessons in calm. She caught herself quickly enough however, straightened her shoulders and folded her hands over her pelvis as the young Lady Hebe - whom she had not yet had the chance to properly welcome - was already moving to help the girl that had clattered down three or four steps. "If you are uninjured sister, rise and come to greet our guests so that the Lady Eloria can begin."
The Lady in question was watching with a pair of bird-like eyes over Persephone's shoulder, in the hopes of spotting the calamity that a princess of the realm was causing at the bottom of the stairs.
"Such grace, you Grecians possess." The Lady Eloria spoke lowly and with her continental accent but with a level of mirth that Persephone wasn't sure was meant to be uplifting and removing of awkwardness, or snidely insulting.
The elder princess exhaled slowly through her nose in an effort to retain her calm. The afternoon was going to be interesting...
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Persephone greeted the woman who had come to teach the ladies of Greece the ways of European etiquette with a demure elegance of restraint. Lady Eloria was exuberant to say the least and seemed to impress her personality upon every feature of her face, line of her body and attitude to leave her lips. Persephone wondered how any such woman could be a master of courtly diplomacy when she didn't appear to have control over her mannerisms and emotions whatsoever. She was a little tiring to interact with. But also, hard not to like.
"Messages were sent out of your lessons, Lady Eloria and I am certain that they shall be responded to with vigour." She said with a polite smile and infused the Roman lady to clasp an open palm over her heart and eyes to turn limpid with vulnerable sensitivities. As if Persephone had just said she would give the life of her firstborn for the woman to never have to deal with aching joints. So exaggerated was the reaction that Persephone could only maintain her polite and soft smile that had frozen in place upon her fine features.
"My darling princess, you are too kind!" She exalted in a manner that felt like a breach of her personal boundaries as well as a strangely endearing and softly flattering address. "I should say that I am much looking forward to today's events, for Grecian ladies are not so open as one might allow them to be, yes?"
Persephone wasn't entirely certain what to make of that statement or how to respond but she was, thankfully, given the opportunity to avoid such a required response by the arrival of the Lady Iris and a woman that Persephone knew from sight and could place a name to but had not spoken with on a more personal one-to-one basis in the past. At least, not beyond the normal formalities of the entrance and exit to the Court sessions she held weekly.
Greeting her friend with genuine warmth and a polite nod in exchange of the noble lady's curtsey, Persephone's features were bright and welcoming as they turned to include the cousin at her side.
"But of course." She responded, despite the fact that the invitations had been the royal houses only and Iris had only been permitted to attend by personal invitation of the princess. She was not one to quibble and certainly not one to cause a scene before other ladies who were now entering the grand hall, ready to make the acquaintance of their princess and their new tutor. "The more the merrier, as I believe the epitaph goes." And she offered the penitent woman an expression of kindness but not the nod that Iris had been deemed fit to receive.
"Please..." She said, playing the part of hostess that she was abundantly used to performing at collaborative events and large public functions. "Avail yourselves of the refreshments as we await other arrivals. I would not see your parched before the lessons even begin."
"I assure you, my princess, there will be nothing dry upon this knowledge! My ladies! You will be astounded by what you learn today, of that you can be assured." The Lady Eloria went on to state, addressing the new arrivals with her thick accent. Her gaze took in their gowns, their hair and their features with an assessing look that hinted at far more intellect that her overt mannerisms might suggest. "Such beautiful specimens must have no difficulty holding the attention of their men but I vow to see you learn how to place yourselves as their betters, should you wish it." Her eyes sparkled with the power of knowledge and Persephone avoided responding to such a statement that she wasn't sure was complimentary or not upon their sex. Instead, as Iris and her cousin moved to one side at her direction and Elysia's encouragement, Persephone turned to welcome the next two to enter unto the room.
"Lady Vasia... Welcome." Persephone's smile was once more bright and genuine, for she had known the other woman for some time and had never held any animosity or hostility towards her. Instead, the age difference between them had seen a young Persephone envious of the older woman's calm demurity and control over her own elegance. The means and ease with which Vasia circulated amongst the chatter of men and categories in which Persephone knew nothing were traits she had always hoped to emulate and the Lord Lacides' determined and forthright manner - inherited by almost all of his children - was a refreshing one to interact with in Vasia.
When the woman introduced her own cousin, Persephone thought upon the appearance of her sister and was about to mention the regret with which it was that Emilia would not be attending and therefore not providing the Lady Hebe with a companion of her own age, that there was a crash from behind them and Persephone's head spun to take in the spectacle of her little sister in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the stairs. Her lower legs had been bared by her dress, her hair had gotten caught in her crown in a bit and messy loop but at least her dignity - that which it was - had been maintained.
"Emilia!" Persephone cried, before she could stop herself, her sisterly concern and public embarrassment overtaking her lessons in calm. She caught herself quickly enough however, straightened her shoulders and folded her hands over her pelvis as the young Lady Hebe - whom she had not yet had the chance to properly welcome - was already moving to help the girl that had clattered down three or four steps. "If you are uninjured sister, rise and come to greet our guests so that the Lady Eloria can begin."
The Lady in question was watching with a pair of bird-like eyes over Persephone's shoulder, in the hopes of spotting the calamity that a princess of the realm was causing at the bottom of the stairs.
"Such grace, you Grecians possess." The Lady Eloria spoke lowly and with her continental accent but with a level of mirth that Persephone wasn't sure was meant to be uplifting and removing of awkwardness, or snidely insulting.
The elder princess exhaled slowly through her nose in an effort to retain her calm. The afternoon was going to be interesting...
Persephone greeted the woman who had come to teach the ladies of Greece the ways of European etiquette with a demure elegance of restraint. Lady Eloria was exuberant to say the least and seemed to impress her personality upon every feature of her face, line of her body and attitude to leave her lips. Persephone wondered how any such woman could be a master of courtly diplomacy when she didn't appear to have control over her mannerisms and emotions whatsoever. She was a little tiring to interact with. But also, hard not to like.
"Messages were sent out of your lessons, Lady Eloria and I am certain that they shall be responded to with vigour." She said with a polite smile and infused the Roman lady to clasp an open palm over her heart and eyes to turn limpid with vulnerable sensitivities. As if Persephone had just said she would give the life of her firstborn for the woman to never have to deal with aching joints. So exaggerated was the reaction that Persephone could only maintain her polite and soft smile that had frozen in place upon her fine features.
"My darling princess, you are too kind!" She exalted in a manner that felt like a breach of her personal boundaries as well as a strangely endearing and softly flattering address. "I should say that I am much looking forward to today's events, for Grecian ladies are not so open as one might allow them to be, yes?"
Persephone wasn't entirely certain what to make of that statement or how to respond but she was, thankfully, given the opportunity to avoid such a required response by the arrival of the Lady Iris and a woman that Persephone knew from sight and could place a name to but had not spoken with on a more personal one-to-one basis in the past. At least, not beyond the normal formalities of the entrance and exit to the Court sessions she held weekly.
Greeting her friend with genuine warmth and a polite nod in exchange of the noble lady's curtsey, Persephone's features were bright and welcoming as they turned to include the cousin at her side.
"But of course." She responded, despite the fact that the invitations had been the royal houses only and Iris had only been permitted to attend by personal invitation of the princess. She was not one to quibble and certainly not one to cause a scene before other ladies who were now entering the grand hall, ready to make the acquaintance of their princess and their new tutor. "The more the merrier, as I believe the epitaph goes." And she offered the penitent woman an expression of kindness but not the nod that Iris had been deemed fit to receive.
"Please..." She said, playing the part of hostess that she was abundantly used to performing at collaborative events and large public functions. "Avail yourselves of the refreshments as we await other arrivals. I would not see your parched before the lessons even begin."
"I assure you, my princess, there will be nothing dry upon this knowledge! My ladies! You will be astounded by what you learn today, of that you can be assured." The Lady Eloria went on to state, addressing the new arrivals with her thick accent. Her gaze took in their gowns, their hair and their features with an assessing look that hinted at far more intellect that her overt mannerisms might suggest. "Such beautiful specimens must have no difficulty holding the attention of their men but I vow to see you learn how to place yourselves as their betters, should you wish it." Her eyes sparkled with the power of knowledge and Persephone avoided responding to such a statement that she wasn't sure was complimentary or not upon their sex. Instead, as Iris and her cousin moved to one side at her direction and Elysia's encouragement, Persephone turned to welcome the next two to enter unto the room.
"Lady Vasia... Welcome." Persephone's smile was once more bright and genuine, for she had known the other woman for some time and had never held any animosity or hostility towards her. Instead, the age difference between them had seen a young Persephone envious of the older woman's calm demurity and control over her own elegance. The means and ease with which Vasia circulated amongst the chatter of men and categories in which Persephone knew nothing were traits she had always hoped to emulate and the Lord Lacides' determined and forthright manner - inherited by almost all of his children - was a refreshing one to interact with in Vasia.
When the woman introduced her own cousin, Persephone thought upon the appearance of her sister and was about to mention the regret with which it was that Emilia would not be attending and therefore not providing the Lady Hebe with a companion of her own age, that there was a crash from behind them and Persephone's head spun to take in the spectacle of her little sister in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the stairs. Her lower legs had been bared by her dress, her hair had gotten caught in her crown in a bit and messy loop but at least her dignity - that which it was - had been maintained.
"Emilia!" Persephone cried, before she could stop herself, her sisterly concern and public embarrassment overtaking her lessons in calm. She caught herself quickly enough however, straightened her shoulders and folded her hands over her pelvis as the young Lady Hebe - whom she had not yet had the chance to properly welcome - was already moving to help the girl that had clattered down three or four steps. "If you are uninjured sister, rise and come to greet our guests so that the Lady Eloria can begin."
The Lady in question was watching with a pair of bird-like eyes over Persephone's shoulder, in the hopes of spotting the calamity that a princess of the realm was causing at the bottom of the stairs.
"Such grace, you Grecians possess." The Lady Eloria spoke lowly and with her continental accent but with a level of mirth that Persephone wasn't sure was meant to be uplifting and removing of awkwardness, or snidely insulting.
The elder princess exhaled slowly through her nose in an effort to retain her calm. The afternoon was going to be interesting...
Lady Iris really did not want to be here. Admittedly, she had no interest in catching men, her heart already long taken by another. Not that such affection would hold any weight here nor there. When you left the man you actually loved without a single note after he had just expressed his own affections for you, one tended to assume that there was no hope on the matter. As Elysia looped her arm in Iris' own and pulled Iris close to her, the young lady relaxed, turning her gaze forward and breathing deeply through her nose.
"I don't need to hunt people because I don't need anyone," Iris muttered under her breath, her brows furrowed in a moment of impropriety as she glanced at her cousin. She should have had at least one inkling of her past relationship with Aimias of Chaopia. No matter how slight or insignificant it had become now that Iris had left such a relationship behind, the naive part of her held out hope that maybe someday they would come back together. Such a notion, though, had long been pushed out as the years passed. Four years between then and now and she hadn't once actually tried to reach out, though she had thought about it.
Then again, the man was likely better off without her hard temper, stubborn anger, and wild tendencies. She as not used to being called beautiful, but she did not reject Elysia's kindness toward herself, smiling just the slightest bit and looking forward once more as they began to walk together. "Part of me hopes you're wrong," Iris quipped back at her, "It would be so embarrassing for you to have such a wild, country cousin, wouldn't it?" she teased Elysia by prodding her subtly in the side. "But part of me also hopes that you're right."
And that was the only time Iris would likely ever admit that her cousin could be right. If Elysia was right all of the time, that simply allowed the older woman to sweep what modicum of competition they did have between one another.
The walk through the Palati was not fast nor slow, and before long they were entering the Grand Hall and greeting Princess Persephone. Giving an almost shy smile to her friend, Iris bowed deeply to the woman, saying little by way of greeting before Elysia and Iris both stepped off to the side to make room for Vasia and Hebe of Antonis, one of which was also a friend to her. Iris' gaze glinted with unbridled amusement and challenge, wondering how much trouble she would be in with either of her friends or her cousin if she were to be her usual stubborn self.
Iris noted down that she really shouldn't, but this Lady Eloria was a little much and Iris was not a fan of her over the top temperament. Nor did she visibly take well to what seemed like an underhanded comment to the young Princess Emilia about her grace. Her green gaze slid very slowly toward the tutor, the wheels already turning in her mind about how far she might get away with shaming the woman. Maybe not now, but when whatever intelligence she wished to impart on them was well-learned and they had no further need of her anymore. The thought was written clearly across her features, much of her usual social grace and impassiveness lost to the fact that she had spent so little time in court the last four years.
She half expected Elysia to tell her to behave, knowing for a fact that the woman would quickly catch on to the shift in Iris' own countenance.
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Lady Iris really did not want to be here. Admittedly, she had no interest in catching men, her heart already long taken by another. Not that such affection would hold any weight here nor there. When you left the man you actually loved without a single note after he had just expressed his own affections for you, one tended to assume that there was no hope on the matter. As Elysia looped her arm in Iris' own and pulled Iris close to her, the young lady relaxed, turning her gaze forward and breathing deeply through her nose.
"I don't need to hunt people because I don't need anyone," Iris muttered under her breath, her brows furrowed in a moment of impropriety as she glanced at her cousin. She should have had at least one inkling of her past relationship with Aimias of Chaopia. No matter how slight or insignificant it had become now that Iris had left such a relationship behind, the naive part of her held out hope that maybe someday they would come back together. Such a notion, though, had long been pushed out as the years passed. Four years between then and now and she hadn't once actually tried to reach out, though she had thought about it.
Then again, the man was likely better off without her hard temper, stubborn anger, and wild tendencies. She as not used to being called beautiful, but she did not reject Elysia's kindness toward herself, smiling just the slightest bit and looking forward once more as they began to walk together. "Part of me hopes you're wrong," Iris quipped back at her, "It would be so embarrassing for you to have such a wild, country cousin, wouldn't it?" she teased Elysia by prodding her subtly in the side. "But part of me also hopes that you're right."
And that was the only time Iris would likely ever admit that her cousin could be right. If Elysia was right all of the time, that simply allowed the older woman to sweep what modicum of competition they did have between one another.
The walk through the Palati was not fast nor slow, and before long they were entering the Grand Hall and greeting Princess Persephone. Giving an almost shy smile to her friend, Iris bowed deeply to the woman, saying little by way of greeting before Elysia and Iris both stepped off to the side to make room for Vasia and Hebe of Antonis, one of which was also a friend to her. Iris' gaze glinted with unbridled amusement and challenge, wondering how much trouble she would be in with either of her friends or her cousin if she were to be her usual stubborn self.
Iris noted down that she really shouldn't, but this Lady Eloria was a little much and Iris was not a fan of her over the top temperament. Nor did she visibly take well to what seemed like an underhanded comment to the young Princess Emilia about her grace. Her green gaze slid very slowly toward the tutor, the wheels already turning in her mind about how far she might get away with shaming the woman. Maybe not now, but when whatever intelligence she wished to impart on them was well-learned and they had no further need of her anymore. The thought was written clearly across her features, much of her usual social grace and impassiveness lost to the fact that she had spent so little time in court the last four years.
She half expected Elysia to tell her to behave, knowing for a fact that the woman would quickly catch on to the shift in Iris' own countenance.
Lady Iris really did not want to be here. Admittedly, she had no interest in catching men, her heart already long taken by another. Not that such affection would hold any weight here nor there. When you left the man you actually loved without a single note after he had just expressed his own affections for you, one tended to assume that there was no hope on the matter. As Elysia looped her arm in Iris' own and pulled Iris close to her, the young lady relaxed, turning her gaze forward and breathing deeply through her nose.
"I don't need to hunt people because I don't need anyone," Iris muttered under her breath, her brows furrowed in a moment of impropriety as she glanced at her cousin. She should have had at least one inkling of her past relationship with Aimias of Chaopia. No matter how slight or insignificant it had become now that Iris had left such a relationship behind, the naive part of her held out hope that maybe someday they would come back together. Such a notion, though, had long been pushed out as the years passed. Four years between then and now and she hadn't once actually tried to reach out, though she had thought about it.
Then again, the man was likely better off without her hard temper, stubborn anger, and wild tendencies. She as not used to being called beautiful, but she did not reject Elysia's kindness toward herself, smiling just the slightest bit and looking forward once more as they began to walk together. "Part of me hopes you're wrong," Iris quipped back at her, "It would be so embarrassing for you to have such a wild, country cousin, wouldn't it?" she teased Elysia by prodding her subtly in the side. "But part of me also hopes that you're right."
And that was the only time Iris would likely ever admit that her cousin could be right. If Elysia was right all of the time, that simply allowed the older woman to sweep what modicum of competition they did have between one another.
The walk through the Palati was not fast nor slow, and before long they were entering the Grand Hall and greeting Princess Persephone. Giving an almost shy smile to her friend, Iris bowed deeply to the woman, saying little by way of greeting before Elysia and Iris both stepped off to the side to make room for Vasia and Hebe of Antonis, one of which was also a friend to her. Iris' gaze glinted with unbridled amusement and challenge, wondering how much trouble she would be in with either of her friends or her cousin if she were to be her usual stubborn self.
Iris noted down that she really shouldn't, but this Lady Eloria was a little much and Iris was not a fan of her over the top temperament. Nor did she visibly take well to what seemed like an underhanded comment to the young Princess Emilia about her grace. Her green gaze slid very slowly toward the tutor, the wheels already turning in her mind about how far she might get away with shaming the woman. Maybe not now, but when whatever intelligence she wished to impart on them was well-learned and they had no further need of her anymore. The thought was written clearly across her features, much of her usual social grace and impassiveness lost to the fact that she had spent so little time in court the last four years.
She half expected Elysia to tell her to behave, knowing for a fact that the woman would quickly catch on to the shift in Iris' own countenance.
For the first few seconds, all Emilia's mind concerned itself with was the fact that her bottom was now throbbing at the impact of her falling on the marble ground. The brunette groaned as she shifted, and only opened her eyes from the wince she had been in when a gentle tone prompted her. A crack of her eyelid revealed to her the identity of her savior, a gentle girl Emilia faintly recognized as a girl from the Antonis family. The youngest of the Xanthos girls was still working on names, but she knew better then to ignore the address of a royal.
Quickly, Emilia nodded, and picked herself up, dusting her skirts off before flashing a bright smile at Hebe. "Other then a bruised ego, quite alright m'lady!" Emilia first addressed, before turning to Persephone with an embarassed smile. Glad that Persephone had quickly smoothed things over by acting as if a young princess tumbling down the steps was quite a natural, everyday occurence in their household, Emilia held a hand out to Hebe and smiled as she led the Antonis girl down towards where the rest of the royal ladies stood, and there, she did a formal and elegant curtsy, before addressing them.
"Apologies for my entrances, my ladies. It would appear I need this lesson far more then anyone else in this room today." she commented with a breezy smile, not at all one to take offence, before turning to the lady whose lesson they had come to learn and deciding to turn her maybe-snide, maybe-attempt-at-humor comment in a stride. "It is a skill I have yet to master, Lady Eloria, but tis why I am here today. As long as there are no books involved, I hope?" she murmured, her hazel eyes sparkling as she flickered a cheeky look at Persephone. Her elder sister would know just how many tutors she had frightened away from her absymal methods of learning.
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For the first few seconds, all Emilia's mind concerned itself with was the fact that her bottom was now throbbing at the impact of her falling on the marble ground. The brunette groaned as she shifted, and only opened her eyes from the wince she had been in when a gentle tone prompted her. A crack of her eyelid revealed to her the identity of her savior, a gentle girl Emilia faintly recognized as a girl from the Antonis family. The youngest of the Xanthos girls was still working on names, but she knew better then to ignore the address of a royal.
Quickly, Emilia nodded, and picked herself up, dusting her skirts off before flashing a bright smile at Hebe. "Other then a bruised ego, quite alright m'lady!" Emilia first addressed, before turning to Persephone with an embarassed smile. Glad that Persephone had quickly smoothed things over by acting as if a young princess tumbling down the steps was quite a natural, everyday occurence in their household, Emilia held a hand out to Hebe and smiled as she led the Antonis girl down towards where the rest of the royal ladies stood, and there, she did a formal and elegant curtsy, before addressing them.
"Apologies for my entrances, my ladies. It would appear I need this lesson far more then anyone else in this room today." she commented with a breezy smile, not at all one to take offence, before turning to the lady whose lesson they had come to learn and deciding to turn her maybe-snide, maybe-attempt-at-humor comment in a stride. "It is a skill I have yet to master, Lady Eloria, but tis why I am here today. As long as there are no books involved, I hope?" she murmured, her hazel eyes sparkling as she flickered a cheeky look at Persephone. Her elder sister would know just how many tutors she had frightened away from her absymal methods of learning.
For the first few seconds, all Emilia's mind concerned itself with was the fact that her bottom was now throbbing at the impact of her falling on the marble ground. The brunette groaned as she shifted, and only opened her eyes from the wince she had been in when a gentle tone prompted her. A crack of her eyelid revealed to her the identity of her savior, a gentle girl Emilia faintly recognized as a girl from the Antonis family. The youngest of the Xanthos girls was still working on names, but she knew better then to ignore the address of a royal.
Quickly, Emilia nodded, and picked herself up, dusting her skirts off before flashing a bright smile at Hebe. "Other then a bruised ego, quite alright m'lady!" Emilia first addressed, before turning to Persephone with an embarassed smile. Glad that Persephone had quickly smoothed things over by acting as if a young princess tumbling down the steps was quite a natural, everyday occurence in their household, Emilia held a hand out to Hebe and smiled as she led the Antonis girl down towards where the rest of the royal ladies stood, and there, she did a formal and elegant curtsy, before addressing them.
"Apologies for my entrances, my ladies. It would appear I need this lesson far more then anyone else in this room today." she commented with a breezy smile, not at all one to take offence, before turning to the lady whose lesson they had come to learn and deciding to turn her maybe-snide, maybe-attempt-at-humor comment in a stride. "It is a skill I have yet to master, Lady Eloria, but tis why I am here today. As long as there are no books involved, I hope?" she murmured, her hazel eyes sparkling as she flickered a cheeky look at Persephone. Her elder sister would know just how many tutors she had frightened away from her absymal methods of learning.
She’d caught the momentarily cold, fixed way Persephone smiled at her before extending a gracious sort of permission to attend. Elysia didn’t like the response but she said nothing about it. If the princess had wanted to force the issue, the answer could easily have been a simple ‘no’. Politeness wasn’t the same as open and friendly, although no one ever accused the princess of being open. That description fit her sister entirely better. Her sister who, as Elysia moved further into the room with Iris, could be heard traipsing, then tumbling down the stairs in a flurry of skirts and delicate, high pitched sounds of dismay and surprise. Thankfully, nothing appeared injured, save for Princess Emilia’s pride.
The other women who fluttered in said nothing to her or to Iris specifically, and the two of them drifted off to the side. She watched with keen interest how this fine Roman lady took the entrances of Lady Vasia and Lady Hebe, amongst others. Charming as always, Emilia picked herself up, entering the room cheerfully, as though her tippy tumble had never taken place.
While Iris appeared to dislike Lady Elora’s flamboyance, Elysia rather liked it. She didn’t trust it, but then, she rarely trusted anyone or anything. That didn’t mean that she didn’t enjoy being around someone this determinedly happy. As Iris bristled beside her, Elysia smiled serenely and grasped onto Iris’s wrist. Leaning into her cousin just the littlest bit, she murmured in her ear, “Be nice,” before sliding her hand down to Iris’s and taking hold of it to give it a hard, encouraging squeeze. “This will be fun if you allow it,” she reminded her. “Besides! Look at all these ladies around. If you’re very good and if I’m very charming, I think we can manage to secure an invitation to a few of their homes. Think about that, cousin.”
She let go of Iris’s hand and focused on adopting a poised, though nonchalant posture. Iris could act like a savage if she wanted but Elysia was made for court, even if the gods had seen fit to attempt to bar her from it. She didn’t like that her cousin didn’t take things like this as seriously as she should. They were in the presence of royalty and while Elysia didn’t have stars in her eyes, she understood the importance.
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She’d caught the momentarily cold, fixed way Persephone smiled at her before extending a gracious sort of permission to attend. Elysia didn’t like the response but she said nothing about it. If the princess had wanted to force the issue, the answer could easily have been a simple ‘no’. Politeness wasn’t the same as open and friendly, although no one ever accused the princess of being open. That description fit her sister entirely better. Her sister who, as Elysia moved further into the room with Iris, could be heard traipsing, then tumbling down the stairs in a flurry of skirts and delicate, high pitched sounds of dismay and surprise. Thankfully, nothing appeared injured, save for Princess Emilia’s pride.
The other women who fluttered in said nothing to her or to Iris specifically, and the two of them drifted off to the side. She watched with keen interest how this fine Roman lady took the entrances of Lady Vasia and Lady Hebe, amongst others. Charming as always, Emilia picked herself up, entering the room cheerfully, as though her tippy tumble had never taken place.
While Iris appeared to dislike Lady Elora’s flamboyance, Elysia rather liked it. She didn’t trust it, but then, she rarely trusted anyone or anything. That didn’t mean that she didn’t enjoy being around someone this determinedly happy. As Iris bristled beside her, Elysia smiled serenely and grasped onto Iris’s wrist. Leaning into her cousin just the littlest bit, she murmured in her ear, “Be nice,” before sliding her hand down to Iris’s and taking hold of it to give it a hard, encouraging squeeze. “This will be fun if you allow it,” she reminded her. “Besides! Look at all these ladies around. If you’re very good and if I’m very charming, I think we can manage to secure an invitation to a few of their homes. Think about that, cousin.”
She let go of Iris’s hand and focused on adopting a poised, though nonchalant posture. Iris could act like a savage if she wanted but Elysia was made for court, even if the gods had seen fit to attempt to bar her from it. She didn’t like that her cousin didn’t take things like this as seriously as she should. They were in the presence of royalty and while Elysia didn’t have stars in her eyes, she understood the importance.
She’d caught the momentarily cold, fixed way Persephone smiled at her before extending a gracious sort of permission to attend. Elysia didn’t like the response but she said nothing about it. If the princess had wanted to force the issue, the answer could easily have been a simple ‘no’. Politeness wasn’t the same as open and friendly, although no one ever accused the princess of being open. That description fit her sister entirely better. Her sister who, as Elysia moved further into the room with Iris, could be heard traipsing, then tumbling down the stairs in a flurry of skirts and delicate, high pitched sounds of dismay and surprise. Thankfully, nothing appeared injured, save for Princess Emilia’s pride.
The other women who fluttered in said nothing to her or to Iris specifically, and the two of them drifted off to the side. She watched with keen interest how this fine Roman lady took the entrances of Lady Vasia and Lady Hebe, amongst others. Charming as always, Emilia picked herself up, entering the room cheerfully, as though her tippy tumble had never taken place.
While Iris appeared to dislike Lady Elora’s flamboyance, Elysia rather liked it. She didn’t trust it, but then, she rarely trusted anyone or anything. That didn’t mean that she didn’t enjoy being around someone this determinedly happy. As Iris bristled beside her, Elysia smiled serenely and grasped onto Iris’s wrist. Leaning into her cousin just the littlest bit, she murmured in her ear, “Be nice,” before sliding her hand down to Iris’s and taking hold of it to give it a hard, encouraging squeeze. “This will be fun if you allow it,” she reminded her. “Besides! Look at all these ladies around. If you’re very good and if I’m very charming, I think we can manage to secure an invitation to a few of their homes. Think about that, cousin.”
She let go of Iris’s hand and focused on adopting a poised, though nonchalant posture. Iris could act like a savage if she wanted but Elysia was made for court, even if the gods had seen fit to attempt to bar her from it. She didn’t like that her cousin didn’t take things like this as seriously as she should. They were in the presence of royalty and while Elysia didn’t have stars in her eyes, she understood the importance.
Persephone maintained her cool as her sister rallied to making a somewhat acceptable entrance before the guests that had been brought and welcomed into the hall. Her curtsey was careful and well-formed and her language was appropriate. her gown had been resettled but it looked as if she was unaware of the way a long lock of her hair had become caught on her crown in one large loop of unruly hair.
As such, when she came level with her sister, Persephone reached out and unhooked the tendril from the gold and allowed it to fall back into place. The act was one of silent and quick correction that would not - she hoped - draw any more attention to her sister's failing grace.
When Emilia spoke of the lesson not involving books, Persephone's lips stilled into a hard line and her gaze, though tender, was also firm with disapproval. Despite Emilia's young years, she needed to start appreciating that she was a lady of fine birth and powerful authority; that she needed to offer the visage of an educated, contained and confident young woman.
But that, perhaps, was a lesson for another day.
When it was clear that no others were attending the event and all had settled themselves with whatever refreshments that they deemed necessary before the talks could occur, Persephone's attention turned to the Lady Eloria, who needed little more than such a look to take up the mantel of the focus of the event.
"Well, ladies of Athenia, I am so very gracious to be amongst your beautiful selves!" She said, her hands outstretched, a feather tipped fan in one, closed and ready to be utilised like a powerful weapon. Her hands came together once more, her other fingers wrapping around the body of the implement. "My name is Eloria of Roma and I come to you from the continent in order to impart the wicked ways of ladylike demeanour." She said with a smile and a bit of a wink. Her eyes flashed with the same fire as her hair and her dress. "I am sure that you ladies hold much esteem and authority, but I shall offer you the secrets of using that for whatever gains you wish. Power, influence or love will be yours after my little lesson. Does that not sound like a wondrous thing?"
And with a quick shoo at one of the ladies in the room - that turned out to be one of Perse's ladies’ maids, the Lady Eloria insisted on a fan being provided to each of the ladies.
Such an item was rare or entirely unknown in Greece and more a preference of the lands further into Europe and the arrival of them produced a series of expressions on the faces of those who were attending...
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Persephone maintained her cool as her sister rallied to making a somewhat acceptable entrance before the guests that had been brought and welcomed into the hall. Her curtsey was careful and well-formed and her language was appropriate. her gown had been resettled but it looked as if she was unaware of the way a long lock of her hair had become caught on her crown in one large loop of unruly hair.
As such, when she came level with her sister, Persephone reached out and unhooked the tendril from the gold and allowed it to fall back into place. The act was one of silent and quick correction that would not - she hoped - draw any more attention to her sister's failing grace.
When Emilia spoke of the lesson not involving books, Persephone's lips stilled into a hard line and her gaze, though tender, was also firm with disapproval. Despite Emilia's young years, she needed to start appreciating that she was a lady of fine birth and powerful authority; that she needed to offer the visage of an educated, contained and confident young woman.
But that, perhaps, was a lesson for another day.
When it was clear that no others were attending the event and all had settled themselves with whatever refreshments that they deemed necessary before the talks could occur, Persephone's attention turned to the Lady Eloria, who needed little more than such a look to take up the mantel of the focus of the event.
"Well, ladies of Athenia, I am so very gracious to be amongst your beautiful selves!" She said, her hands outstretched, a feather tipped fan in one, closed and ready to be utilised like a powerful weapon. Her hands came together once more, her other fingers wrapping around the body of the implement. "My name is Eloria of Roma and I come to you from the continent in order to impart the wicked ways of ladylike demeanour." She said with a smile and a bit of a wink. Her eyes flashed with the same fire as her hair and her dress. "I am sure that you ladies hold much esteem and authority, but I shall offer you the secrets of using that for whatever gains you wish. Power, influence or love will be yours after my little lesson. Does that not sound like a wondrous thing?"
And with a quick shoo at one of the ladies in the room - that turned out to be one of Perse's ladies’ maids, the Lady Eloria insisted on a fan being provided to each of the ladies.
Such an item was rare or entirely unknown in Greece and more a preference of the lands further into Europe and the arrival of them produced a series of expressions on the faces of those who were attending...
Persephone maintained her cool as her sister rallied to making a somewhat acceptable entrance before the guests that had been brought and welcomed into the hall. Her curtsey was careful and well-formed and her language was appropriate. her gown had been resettled but it looked as if she was unaware of the way a long lock of her hair had become caught on her crown in one large loop of unruly hair.
As such, when she came level with her sister, Persephone reached out and unhooked the tendril from the gold and allowed it to fall back into place. The act was one of silent and quick correction that would not - she hoped - draw any more attention to her sister's failing grace.
When Emilia spoke of the lesson not involving books, Persephone's lips stilled into a hard line and her gaze, though tender, was also firm with disapproval. Despite Emilia's young years, she needed to start appreciating that she was a lady of fine birth and powerful authority; that she needed to offer the visage of an educated, contained and confident young woman.
But that, perhaps, was a lesson for another day.
When it was clear that no others were attending the event and all had settled themselves with whatever refreshments that they deemed necessary before the talks could occur, Persephone's attention turned to the Lady Eloria, who needed little more than such a look to take up the mantel of the focus of the event.
"Well, ladies of Athenia, I am so very gracious to be amongst your beautiful selves!" She said, her hands outstretched, a feather tipped fan in one, closed and ready to be utilised like a powerful weapon. Her hands came together once more, her other fingers wrapping around the body of the implement. "My name is Eloria of Roma and I come to you from the continent in order to impart the wicked ways of ladylike demeanour." She said with a smile and a bit of a wink. Her eyes flashed with the same fire as her hair and her dress. "I am sure that you ladies hold much esteem and authority, but I shall offer you the secrets of using that for whatever gains you wish. Power, influence or love will be yours after my little lesson. Does that not sound like a wondrous thing?"
And with a quick shoo at one of the ladies in the room - that turned out to be one of Perse's ladies’ maids, the Lady Eloria insisted on a fan being provided to each of the ladies.
Such an item was rare or entirely unknown in Greece and more a preference of the lands further into Europe and the arrival of them produced a series of expressions on the faces of those who were attending...
Vasia smiled a little as Hebe rushed to help the young Princess back to her feet. She was a sweet girl and the two were of an age where a friendship could be fostered that would see Hebe in good stead as they grew. The blonde Antonis lady caught the words of their foreign guest and her lips pressed into the promise of a smile, some reluctance to find humour in poor Emilia’s misfortune but also finding the irony in such inauspicious beginnings,
“Ahh but it let it never be said that we cannot make an entrance, my lady” Vasia replied over her shoulder, once she was assured the young Princess was unharmed. Indeed, Vasia thought she handled it well by making a joke of it herself when she eventually joined them, and her expression was bright as she gave a small curtsy and greeted the princess. She turned a similarly warm gaze upon Hebe, an implicit approval of the girl's comportment.
When they were settled a few moments later and Vasia’s slender fingers curled around the stem of a bronze chalice of wine, she lifted her gaze once more to the brightly adorned woman from afar. It was easy to let her imagination wander as to what the Lady Elora’s own lands must be like, but Vasia could allow herself that indulgence later: for now, she listened and kept half an eye on her young cousin.
She found herself liking the foreign woman, whose accent made everything she said that little bit more interesting, and who demonstrated a flash of mischief that Vasia could appreciate. The blonde’s gaze had already dropped to whatever it was the woman held in her hand and she was mildly curious as to what it was that Lady Eloria used to emphasise her point as she addressed their little gathering. Her words made Vasia all the more glad she had decided to attend for perhaps there would be more to this than elegant posture and small talk. Her eyes did drift to Hebe as she considered whether this would really be suitable, but then Persephone had not sent Emilia away so maybe it was so.
Vasia considered the woman’s words and wanted to be skeptical. Love was such an intangible thing and unlikely to be a defining factor in any marriage the ladies gathered here would make. It might come in time, but such unions would be decided for political gains. It irked Vasia that her worth was measured in where she could be married off. She had been fortunate thus far in that her father had not pushed the issue, but that was not to say he wouldn’t soon enough. Power and influence was mildly more interesting, and so she paid more attention still as Lady Eloria went on, and when she was handed one of the very things that the foreign woman held in her hand.
Vasia jumped a little when the item fell open in her hand, she thought at first she had broken it until she saw the same thing happening to the others too. How curious. Setting down her wine so she might better examine it, Vasia ran a finger over the feathered edge and then looked to the Lady Eloria. “ And what is this, my lady Eloria? I admit I have been eyeing your own these past minutes and I am intrigued”
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Vasia smiled a little as Hebe rushed to help the young Princess back to her feet. She was a sweet girl and the two were of an age where a friendship could be fostered that would see Hebe in good stead as they grew. The blonde Antonis lady caught the words of their foreign guest and her lips pressed into the promise of a smile, some reluctance to find humour in poor Emilia’s misfortune but also finding the irony in such inauspicious beginnings,
“Ahh but it let it never be said that we cannot make an entrance, my lady” Vasia replied over her shoulder, once she was assured the young Princess was unharmed. Indeed, Vasia thought she handled it well by making a joke of it herself when she eventually joined them, and her expression was bright as she gave a small curtsy and greeted the princess. She turned a similarly warm gaze upon Hebe, an implicit approval of the girl's comportment.
When they were settled a few moments later and Vasia’s slender fingers curled around the stem of a bronze chalice of wine, she lifted her gaze once more to the brightly adorned woman from afar. It was easy to let her imagination wander as to what the Lady Elora’s own lands must be like, but Vasia could allow herself that indulgence later: for now, she listened and kept half an eye on her young cousin.
She found herself liking the foreign woman, whose accent made everything she said that little bit more interesting, and who demonstrated a flash of mischief that Vasia could appreciate. The blonde’s gaze had already dropped to whatever it was the woman held in her hand and she was mildly curious as to what it was that Lady Eloria used to emphasise her point as she addressed their little gathering. Her words made Vasia all the more glad she had decided to attend for perhaps there would be more to this than elegant posture and small talk. Her eyes did drift to Hebe as she considered whether this would really be suitable, but then Persephone had not sent Emilia away so maybe it was so.
Vasia considered the woman’s words and wanted to be skeptical. Love was such an intangible thing and unlikely to be a defining factor in any marriage the ladies gathered here would make. It might come in time, but such unions would be decided for political gains. It irked Vasia that her worth was measured in where she could be married off. She had been fortunate thus far in that her father had not pushed the issue, but that was not to say he wouldn’t soon enough. Power and influence was mildly more interesting, and so she paid more attention still as Lady Eloria went on, and when she was handed one of the very things that the foreign woman held in her hand.
Vasia jumped a little when the item fell open in her hand, she thought at first she had broken it until she saw the same thing happening to the others too. How curious. Setting down her wine so she might better examine it, Vasia ran a finger over the feathered edge and then looked to the Lady Eloria. “ And what is this, my lady Eloria? I admit I have been eyeing your own these past minutes and I am intrigued”
Vasia smiled a little as Hebe rushed to help the young Princess back to her feet. She was a sweet girl and the two were of an age where a friendship could be fostered that would see Hebe in good stead as they grew. The blonde Antonis lady caught the words of their foreign guest and her lips pressed into the promise of a smile, some reluctance to find humour in poor Emilia’s misfortune but also finding the irony in such inauspicious beginnings,
“Ahh but it let it never be said that we cannot make an entrance, my lady” Vasia replied over her shoulder, once she was assured the young Princess was unharmed. Indeed, Vasia thought she handled it well by making a joke of it herself when she eventually joined them, and her expression was bright as she gave a small curtsy and greeted the princess. She turned a similarly warm gaze upon Hebe, an implicit approval of the girl's comportment.
When they were settled a few moments later and Vasia’s slender fingers curled around the stem of a bronze chalice of wine, she lifted her gaze once more to the brightly adorned woman from afar. It was easy to let her imagination wander as to what the Lady Elora’s own lands must be like, but Vasia could allow herself that indulgence later: for now, she listened and kept half an eye on her young cousin.
She found herself liking the foreign woman, whose accent made everything she said that little bit more interesting, and who demonstrated a flash of mischief that Vasia could appreciate. The blonde’s gaze had already dropped to whatever it was the woman held in her hand and she was mildly curious as to what it was that Lady Eloria used to emphasise her point as she addressed their little gathering. Her words made Vasia all the more glad she had decided to attend for perhaps there would be more to this than elegant posture and small talk. Her eyes did drift to Hebe as she considered whether this would really be suitable, but then Persephone had not sent Emilia away so maybe it was so.
Vasia considered the woman’s words and wanted to be skeptical. Love was such an intangible thing and unlikely to be a defining factor in any marriage the ladies gathered here would make. It might come in time, but such unions would be decided for political gains. It irked Vasia that her worth was measured in where she could be married off. She had been fortunate thus far in that her father had not pushed the issue, but that was not to say he wouldn’t soon enough. Power and influence was mildly more interesting, and so she paid more attention still as Lady Eloria went on, and when she was handed one of the very things that the foreign woman held in her hand.
Vasia jumped a little when the item fell open in her hand, she thought at first she had broken it until she saw the same thing happening to the others too. How curious. Setting down her wine so she might better examine it, Vasia ran a finger over the feathered edge and then looked to the Lady Eloria. “ And what is this, my lady Eloria? I admit I have been eyeing your own these past minutes and I am intrigued”
The princess didn’t seem to be injured. Hebe rose to her feet when Emilia did, glancing over at Vasia and hoping she had done the right thing. “I understand exactly how you feel.” she whispered when the other girl said she only had a bruised ego. “I’m always bumping into things and tripping over them. My forehead slammed into the carriage on the way to the palace. And you should see all the bruises on my legs!” Hebe was too young to realize that one didn’t say such things to princesses, or to anyone else for that matter. At not quite eight, she was only beginning to learn proper etiquette and like most young children, she had the tendency to say the first thing that popped into her head.
It didn’t occur to her that Emilia might be offended by her candor and she was pleased when she held out her hand. Grinning, she took it and let the princess lead her over to the group she had only recently left. Hebe curtsied again to Persephone. Emilia apologized for her lack of grace and Vasia said that they all knew how to make an entrance. As she had not heard the foreign lady’s comment, she thought that her cousin was trying to make the princess feel better about her accident.
Hebe glanced over at her again and pride filled her heart at her cousin’s approving smile. So she had done the right thing, after all. Though, like Emilia, she hoped that this lesson had nothing to do with books, she remained silent. She knew that she wasn’t supposed to say that she hated learning, for she had been reprimanded for it time and again by her parents and her tutors. Sometimes she felt that she was being unfairly compared to Marietta and Evi, and was found lacking because she'd rather dance and run around in the gardens than study.
Hebe sat beside Emilia when the ladies began settling themselves. They were the only two children in the room and the youngest Antonis girl already liked the princess because she was clumsy too. One never thought that princesses could be clumsy. They were supposed to be elegant and regal. Hebe’s feet swung back and forth beneath the tall chair as she listened to the foreign lady introduce herself. Lady Eloria had a funny accent and Hebe wondered where Roma was. Her geography lessons had not yet progressed to kingdoms outside of Greece.
The young girl’s eyes focused on the item the woman held in her hand, curious as to what it was. So this was to be a lesson in wicked etiquette? That sounded like fun. She grinned at Emilia and then turned her attention to Lady Eloria as she said that she would teach them how to gain power, influence, and love. Hebe made a face at the thought of love. Boys were yucky and they all had cooties. But power and influence would be nice. Then maybe her parents wouldn’t compare her unfavorably to her sisters anymore.
Her eyes widened when she was given an object just like the foreigner held in her hand. She liked the feathers and ran her fingers over them. It suddenly unfurled like the petals of a flower and she let out a surprised little ‘ohhh!” “How did it do that?” she asked Lady Eloria after Vasia had spoken. “Is it magical?”
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The princess didn’t seem to be injured. Hebe rose to her feet when Emilia did, glancing over at Vasia and hoping she had done the right thing. “I understand exactly how you feel.” she whispered when the other girl said she only had a bruised ego. “I’m always bumping into things and tripping over them. My forehead slammed into the carriage on the way to the palace. And you should see all the bruises on my legs!” Hebe was too young to realize that one didn’t say such things to princesses, or to anyone else for that matter. At not quite eight, she was only beginning to learn proper etiquette and like most young children, she had the tendency to say the first thing that popped into her head.
It didn’t occur to her that Emilia might be offended by her candor and she was pleased when she held out her hand. Grinning, she took it and let the princess lead her over to the group she had only recently left. Hebe curtsied again to Persephone. Emilia apologized for her lack of grace and Vasia said that they all knew how to make an entrance. As she had not heard the foreign lady’s comment, she thought that her cousin was trying to make the princess feel better about her accident.
Hebe glanced over at her again and pride filled her heart at her cousin’s approving smile. So she had done the right thing, after all. Though, like Emilia, she hoped that this lesson had nothing to do with books, she remained silent. She knew that she wasn’t supposed to say that she hated learning, for she had been reprimanded for it time and again by her parents and her tutors. Sometimes she felt that she was being unfairly compared to Marietta and Evi, and was found lacking because she'd rather dance and run around in the gardens than study.
Hebe sat beside Emilia when the ladies began settling themselves. They were the only two children in the room and the youngest Antonis girl already liked the princess because she was clumsy too. One never thought that princesses could be clumsy. They were supposed to be elegant and regal. Hebe’s feet swung back and forth beneath the tall chair as she listened to the foreign lady introduce herself. Lady Eloria had a funny accent and Hebe wondered where Roma was. Her geography lessons had not yet progressed to kingdoms outside of Greece.
The young girl’s eyes focused on the item the woman held in her hand, curious as to what it was. So this was to be a lesson in wicked etiquette? That sounded like fun. She grinned at Emilia and then turned her attention to Lady Eloria as she said that she would teach them how to gain power, influence, and love. Hebe made a face at the thought of love. Boys were yucky and they all had cooties. But power and influence would be nice. Then maybe her parents wouldn’t compare her unfavorably to her sisters anymore.
Her eyes widened when she was given an object just like the foreigner held in her hand. She liked the feathers and ran her fingers over them. It suddenly unfurled like the petals of a flower and she let out a surprised little ‘ohhh!” “How did it do that?” she asked Lady Eloria after Vasia had spoken. “Is it magical?”
The princess didn’t seem to be injured. Hebe rose to her feet when Emilia did, glancing over at Vasia and hoping she had done the right thing. “I understand exactly how you feel.” she whispered when the other girl said she only had a bruised ego. “I’m always bumping into things and tripping over them. My forehead slammed into the carriage on the way to the palace. And you should see all the bruises on my legs!” Hebe was too young to realize that one didn’t say such things to princesses, or to anyone else for that matter. At not quite eight, she was only beginning to learn proper etiquette and like most young children, she had the tendency to say the first thing that popped into her head.
It didn’t occur to her that Emilia might be offended by her candor and she was pleased when she held out her hand. Grinning, she took it and let the princess lead her over to the group she had only recently left. Hebe curtsied again to Persephone. Emilia apologized for her lack of grace and Vasia said that they all knew how to make an entrance. As she had not heard the foreign lady’s comment, she thought that her cousin was trying to make the princess feel better about her accident.
Hebe glanced over at her again and pride filled her heart at her cousin’s approving smile. So she had done the right thing, after all. Though, like Emilia, she hoped that this lesson had nothing to do with books, she remained silent. She knew that she wasn’t supposed to say that she hated learning, for she had been reprimanded for it time and again by her parents and her tutors. Sometimes she felt that she was being unfairly compared to Marietta and Evi, and was found lacking because she'd rather dance and run around in the gardens than study.
Hebe sat beside Emilia when the ladies began settling themselves. They were the only two children in the room and the youngest Antonis girl already liked the princess because she was clumsy too. One never thought that princesses could be clumsy. They were supposed to be elegant and regal. Hebe’s feet swung back and forth beneath the tall chair as she listened to the foreign lady introduce herself. Lady Eloria had a funny accent and Hebe wondered where Roma was. Her geography lessons had not yet progressed to kingdoms outside of Greece.
The young girl’s eyes focused on the item the woman held in her hand, curious as to what it was. So this was to be a lesson in wicked etiquette? That sounded like fun. She grinned at Emilia and then turned her attention to Lady Eloria as she said that she would teach them how to gain power, influence, and love. Hebe made a face at the thought of love. Boys were yucky and they all had cooties. But power and influence would be nice. Then maybe her parents wouldn’t compare her unfavorably to her sisters anymore.
Her eyes widened when she was given an object just like the foreigner held in her hand. She liked the feathers and ran her fingers over them. It suddenly unfurled like the petals of a flower and she let out a surprised little ‘ohhh!” “How did it do that?” she asked Lady Eloria after Vasia had spoken. “Is it magical?”
It was easy to relax in a room full of strangers when she had Elysia at her side. Having spent only a short time at court before her father had taken ill, Iris had not grown as familiar with some ladies of court as she had some of the others. She was pleased by the sight of Princess Persephone and Lady Vasia, but she was not as familiar with many of the others who attended the lesson with them. Faithfully remaining on the arm of her cousin, Iris found herself carefully watching the interactions between the other ladies and the princess, still not liking the sight of their teacher, but remaining intent on saying nothing.
It wasn't until Elysia reached for her wrist, noting the way that the young woman bristled about the strangeness of their tutor that Iris truly relaxed. Her green gaze slid slowly toward her cousin and she breathed out very slowly through her nose. Not a sigh, and hardly making sound enough for others to catch on to the way that the tension melted from her body. "You say that like I am unable to be charming myself," Iris said slowly, holding her cousin's hand a little harder for a moment as if she were giving the woman a bit of payback for showing a little less faith in Iris than Iris herself would have expected.
The thought of being invited to some of the other ladies' homes was enticing, though she wasn't sure how true her cousin's words actually were. Maybe they would be invited to sit with Vasia, maybe even the princess, but the others, Iris was not sure about. She did not discredit her cousin's excitement, however, knowing that the other woman lived for this sort of thing. She had not been born into the life of a courtier, but she had clawed her way up into the higher levels of society with her own two hands. "Mmhm," was all she said to the rest of it, decidedly putting her focus where it was required. On the lady who was giving them instruction.
The promises that the Roman woman made were lofty, and she was once again questioning whether this woman was a hack or whether she was serious when someone shoved a fan into their hands. Her gaze immediately dropped to the pretty, elaborate thing, though she was probably the only one who held pure disdain on her features for only a second before she forced it to disappear so that no one saw just how much she did not like this lesson. Mostly, it was because she didn't want to hurt Princess Persephone's feelings. The princess had invited her, obviously, and to be anything but excited about the lesson was likely to be insulting.
So she did what she saw Vasia do and slowly opened her fan, giving it an observation from a keen eye and even being unable to resist waving it in front of her face for a moment. The slight rush of wind that brushed her face was cool and welcomed and she glanced to Elysia, her smiled decidedly weak.
Maybe she'd have a good time. Maybe she wouldn't.
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It was easy to relax in a room full of strangers when she had Elysia at her side. Having spent only a short time at court before her father had taken ill, Iris had not grown as familiar with some ladies of court as she had some of the others. She was pleased by the sight of Princess Persephone and Lady Vasia, but she was not as familiar with many of the others who attended the lesson with them. Faithfully remaining on the arm of her cousin, Iris found herself carefully watching the interactions between the other ladies and the princess, still not liking the sight of their teacher, but remaining intent on saying nothing.
It wasn't until Elysia reached for her wrist, noting the way that the young woman bristled about the strangeness of their tutor that Iris truly relaxed. Her green gaze slid slowly toward her cousin and she breathed out very slowly through her nose. Not a sigh, and hardly making sound enough for others to catch on to the way that the tension melted from her body. "You say that like I am unable to be charming myself," Iris said slowly, holding her cousin's hand a little harder for a moment as if she were giving the woman a bit of payback for showing a little less faith in Iris than Iris herself would have expected.
The thought of being invited to some of the other ladies' homes was enticing, though she wasn't sure how true her cousin's words actually were. Maybe they would be invited to sit with Vasia, maybe even the princess, but the others, Iris was not sure about. She did not discredit her cousin's excitement, however, knowing that the other woman lived for this sort of thing. She had not been born into the life of a courtier, but she had clawed her way up into the higher levels of society with her own two hands. "Mmhm," was all she said to the rest of it, decidedly putting her focus where it was required. On the lady who was giving them instruction.
The promises that the Roman woman made were lofty, and she was once again questioning whether this woman was a hack or whether she was serious when someone shoved a fan into their hands. Her gaze immediately dropped to the pretty, elaborate thing, though she was probably the only one who held pure disdain on her features for only a second before she forced it to disappear so that no one saw just how much she did not like this lesson. Mostly, it was because she didn't want to hurt Princess Persephone's feelings. The princess had invited her, obviously, and to be anything but excited about the lesson was likely to be insulting.
So she did what she saw Vasia do and slowly opened her fan, giving it an observation from a keen eye and even being unable to resist waving it in front of her face for a moment. The slight rush of wind that brushed her face was cool and welcomed and she glanced to Elysia, her smiled decidedly weak.
Maybe she'd have a good time. Maybe she wouldn't.
It was easy to relax in a room full of strangers when she had Elysia at her side. Having spent only a short time at court before her father had taken ill, Iris had not grown as familiar with some ladies of court as she had some of the others. She was pleased by the sight of Princess Persephone and Lady Vasia, but she was not as familiar with many of the others who attended the lesson with them. Faithfully remaining on the arm of her cousin, Iris found herself carefully watching the interactions between the other ladies and the princess, still not liking the sight of their teacher, but remaining intent on saying nothing.
It wasn't until Elysia reached for her wrist, noting the way that the young woman bristled about the strangeness of their tutor that Iris truly relaxed. Her green gaze slid slowly toward her cousin and she breathed out very slowly through her nose. Not a sigh, and hardly making sound enough for others to catch on to the way that the tension melted from her body. "You say that like I am unable to be charming myself," Iris said slowly, holding her cousin's hand a little harder for a moment as if she were giving the woman a bit of payback for showing a little less faith in Iris than Iris herself would have expected.
The thought of being invited to some of the other ladies' homes was enticing, though she wasn't sure how true her cousin's words actually were. Maybe they would be invited to sit with Vasia, maybe even the princess, but the others, Iris was not sure about. She did not discredit her cousin's excitement, however, knowing that the other woman lived for this sort of thing. She had not been born into the life of a courtier, but she had clawed her way up into the higher levels of society with her own two hands. "Mmhm," was all she said to the rest of it, decidedly putting her focus where it was required. On the lady who was giving them instruction.
The promises that the Roman woman made were lofty, and she was once again questioning whether this woman was a hack or whether she was serious when someone shoved a fan into their hands. Her gaze immediately dropped to the pretty, elaborate thing, though she was probably the only one who held pure disdain on her features for only a second before she forced it to disappear so that no one saw just how much she did not like this lesson. Mostly, it was because she didn't want to hurt Princess Persephone's feelings. The princess had invited her, obviously, and to be anything but excited about the lesson was likely to be insulting.
So she did what she saw Vasia do and slowly opened her fan, giving it an observation from a keen eye and even being unable to resist waving it in front of her face for a moment. The slight rush of wind that brushed her face was cool and welcomed and she glanced to Elysia, her smiled decidedly weak.
Maybe she'd have a good time. Maybe she wouldn't.
The young princess was still in many ways untrained in the ways of the court, and unlike Persephone, did not have a natural knack for it. Emilia would've perhaps been better suited as the daughter of a merchant had she not developed her knack and want for expensive silks and dresses on an almost weekly basis. She would eventually pickup the skills and necessary attitude she'd need to fulfill her jobscope of being a princess, but at her young age barely at the cusp of joining court now, Emilia was a sponge that absorbs knowledge.
She noticed the way her sister's demeanour changed as she spoke out, and hesitantly stopped speaking, her eyes glancing at her sister out of the corners to check in if she was doing it right. Emilia wasn't sure what she had done wrong exactly, and her mind did a quick review - was she too loud? had she came in too fast? Was it her fall earlier?
Questions running amok in her head, she only half listened as the lady who she was supposed to learn from start speaking, and it wasn't till the feathered fan was shoved in her face, did Emilia's attention get taken with a start, almost sneezing when the feather tickled her nose.
Emilia quick held her breathe, crossing her fingers and hoping the sneeze would go away. Thanking the Gods when the feeling faded, the brunette finally had time to properly study the fan given, eyes widening when the one in the hands of Lady Vasia fell upon. Blinking rapidly as if she could not believe what she had just witnessed, she turned to Hebe, and nodded quickly. She could believe the Antonis lady if she said it was magical, for it certainly seemed so with its feathery outlook and bright colors.
Suddenly, the way Emilia looked at the lessons she was supposed to be learning right now with a different out look. Was this item they held now in their hands a vessel from the Gods that would help them in performing magical, amazing tasks? Could she then use it to somehow make the handsome stableboy newly hired by the stablemaster to pay attention to her? Perhaps she'd be able to get a smile from him if she learned how to do it right!
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The young princess was still in many ways untrained in the ways of the court, and unlike Persephone, did not have a natural knack for it. Emilia would've perhaps been better suited as the daughter of a merchant had she not developed her knack and want for expensive silks and dresses on an almost weekly basis. She would eventually pickup the skills and necessary attitude she'd need to fulfill her jobscope of being a princess, but at her young age barely at the cusp of joining court now, Emilia was a sponge that absorbs knowledge.
She noticed the way her sister's demeanour changed as she spoke out, and hesitantly stopped speaking, her eyes glancing at her sister out of the corners to check in if she was doing it right. Emilia wasn't sure what she had done wrong exactly, and her mind did a quick review - was she too loud? had she came in too fast? Was it her fall earlier?
Questions running amok in her head, she only half listened as the lady who she was supposed to learn from start speaking, and it wasn't till the feathered fan was shoved in her face, did Emilia's attention get taken with a start, almost sneezing when the feather tickled her nose.
Emilia quick held her breathe, crossing her fingers and hoping the sneeze would go away. Thanking the Gods when the feeling faded, the brunette finally had time to properly study the fan given, eyes widening when the one in the hands of Lady Vasia fell upon. Blinking rapidly as if she could not believe what she had just witnessed, she turned to Hebe, and nodded quickly. She could believe the Antonis lady if she said it was magical, for it certainly seemed so with its feathery outlook and bright colors.
Suddenly, the way Emilia looked at the lessons she was supposed to be learning right now with a different out look. Was this item they held now in their hands a vessel from the Gods that would help them in performing magical, amazing tasks? Could she then use it to somehow make the handsome stableboy newly hired by the stablemaster to pay attention to her? Perhaps she'd be able to get a smile from him if she learned how to do it right!
The young princess was still in many ways untrained in the ways of the court, and unlike Persephone, did not have a natural knack for it. Emilia would've perhaps been better suited as the daughter of a merchant had she not developed her knack and want for expensive silks and dresses on an almost weekly basis. She would eventually pickup the skills and necessary attitude she'd need to fulfill her jobscope of being a princess, but at her young age barely at the cusp of joining court now, Emilia was a sponge that absorbs knowledge.
She noticed the way her sister's demeanour changed as she spoke out, and hesitantly stopped speaking, her eyes glancing at her sister out of the corners to check in if she was doing it right. Emilia wasn't sure what she had done wrong exactly, and her mind did a quick review - was she too loud? had she came in too fast? Was it her fall earlier?
Questions running amok in her head, she only half listened as the lady who she was supposed to learn from start speaking, and it wasn't till the feathered fan was shoved in her face, did Emilia's attention get taken with a start, almost sneezing when the feather tickled her nose.
Emilia quick held her breathe, crossing her fingers and hoping the sneeze would go away. Thanking the Gods when the feeling faded, the brunette finally had time to properly study the fan given, eyes widening when the one in the hands of Lady Vasia fell upon. Blinking rapidly as if she could not believe what she had just witnessed, she turned to Hebe, and nodded quickly. She could believe the Antonis lady if she said it was magical, for it certainly seemed so with its feathery outlook and bright colors.
Suddenly, the way Emilia looked at the lessons she was supposed to be learning right now with a different out look. Was this item they held now in their hands a vessel from the Gods that would help them in performing magical, amazing tasks? Could she then use it to somehow make the handsome stableboy newly hired by the stablemaster to pay attention to her? Perhaps she'd be able to get a smile from him if she learned how to do it right!