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The make of a person was how they handled any situation that may make them uncomfortable. Theodora was high born, and that meant she was offered every comfort that could be provided to her. Some people would have looked down at the man and his humble craft, and yet she was acting as if he was a king. Not only was she attentive and accommodating, but she was also inquisitive and respective. She recognized his wealth of knowledge and continued to ask questions to further her own knowledge in the art of bows. He watched them, his eyes bright with obvious amusement.
Part of him was a bit taken back by the simple joy she seemed to get from the man. But he was quickly learning that he needed to stop making assumptions about her. Emilios was determined to stop that immediately and accept her as she was.
While the two of them seemed to bond over the finer points of bowers and wood, Emilios moved into the back of the storeroom. The bow he had purchased was already finished, waiting for his approval before it was to be delivered. As he handled the bow, stretching it back to test the pliability of it. He wanted to sneak into the back, to run a few arrows through it. But he had known that the man would have done so already. So instead of leaving her totally alone with the shop owner, he put the bow back down and made his way back to where he’d been. They were taking their time, and he was in no hurry, enjoying the juxtaposition of her in her finery among the simpler wood.
Emilios leaned into Maric, letting him know that the bow was perfect and that he had left the gold for it in the back. The bower promised delivery in the morning, and the exchange lasted no more than a brief moment.
As they exited the store, the younger Mikaelidas son steered her towards some of the better craftsmen in this side of the market. Had she come on her own, the chances of her being accosted were high. But, since he was with her, she was well protected simply by having him there. Most of the vendors knew him, had made things for him personally and recognized his position as the cousin to the royal family. And since most of the common people respected the King, there was no reason to show him any animosity. They were free to wander, to look at the different wares. He pointed out a few of the finer pieces or more of the delicate arts that were done by finely skilled craftsmen. They wandered slowly through the area, and neither of them was rushed in their actions.
Like most blacksmiths, it was tucked in the very back corner of the market, away from everything else. Most of the other people didn’t like the heat or the smoke that was produced by the fires. And it required ventilation to keep the fires as hot as they need to be. As they moved that direction, her question made him smile. ”We settled up while you were toying with the last few bows. He’ll deliver it in the morning.” Walking around the market with a weapon openly was usually frowned upon, save for the smaller blades people kept on them for protection. Besides, he didn’t want someone to try and steal it from him, as it would be easy to pluck from his shoulder to take off with.
”The smith is working on a few arrowheads for me. Perhaps he’s got one on the anvil now.” The closer they got, the heavier the smell of fire and steel was in the air. There were a few horses in the back, waiting to be shoed by the farrier who shared the space with him. Pad, a man with a thick, foreign accent, greeted him by name as he walked up, moving to grab a pouch for him. Emilios clapped him on the back as he handed it to him, pulling out highly shined steeled arrowheads, handing one to Theo. ”See how light they are? Careful with the edge, these aren’t for sport.” Setting on into her open palm, he asked Pad to show them how he mixed the metal from Colchis together to make the specialized, light arrowheads.
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The make of a person was how they handled any situation that may make them uncomfortable. Theodora was high born, and that meant she was offered every comfort that could be provided to her. Some people would have looked down at the man and his humble craft, and yet she was acting as if he was a king. Not only was she attentive and accommodating, but she was also inquisitive and respective. She recognized his wealth of knowledge and continued to ask questions to further her own knowledge in the art of bows. He watched them, his eyes bright with obvious amusement.
Part of him was a bit taken back by the simple joy she seemed to get from the man. But he was quickly learning that he needed to stop making assumptions about her. Emilios was determined to stop that immediately and accept her as she was.
While the two of them seemed to bond over the finer points of bowers and wood, Emilios moved into the back of the storeroom. The bow he had purchased was already finished, waiting for his approval before it was to be delivered. As he handled the bow, stretching it back to test the pliability of it. He wanted to sneak into the back, to run a few arrows through it. But he had known that the man would have done so already. So instead of leaving her totally alone with the shop owner, he put the bow back down and made his way back to where he’d been. They were taking their time, and he was in no hurry, enjoying the juxtaposition of her in her finery among the simpler wood.
Emilios leaned into Maric, letting him know that the bow was perfect and that he had left the gold for it in the back. The bower promised delivery in the morning, and the exchange lasted no more than a brief moment.
As they exited the store, the younger Mikaelidas son steered her towards some of the better craftsmen in this side of the market. Had she come on her own, the chances of her being accosted were high. But, since he was with her, she was well protected simply by having him there. Most of the vendors knew him, had made things for him personally and recognized his position as the cousin to the royal family. And since most of the common people respected the King, there was no reason to show him any animosity. They were free to wander, to look at the different wares. He pointed out a few of the finer pieces or more of the delicate arts that were done by finely skilled craftsmen. They wandered slowly through the area, and neither of them was rushed in their actions.
Like most blacksmiths, it was tucked in the very back corner of the market, away from everything else. Most of the other people didn’t like the heat or the smoke that was produced by the fires. And it required ventilation to keep the fires as hot as they need to be. As they moved that direction, her question made him smile. ”We settled up while you were toying with the last few bows. He’ll deliver it in the morning.” Walking around the market with a weapon openly was usually frowned upon, save for the smaller blades people kept on them for protection. Besides, he didn’t want someone to try and steal it from him, as it would be easy to pluck from his shoulder to take off with.
”The smith is working on a few arrowheads for me. Perhaps he’s got one on the anvil now.” The closer they got, the heavier the smell of fire and steel was in the air. There were a few horses in the back, waiting to be shoed by the farrier who shared the space with him. Pad, a man with a thick, foreign accent, greeted him by name as he walked up, moving to grab a pouch for him. Emilios clapped him on the back as he handed it to him, pulling out highly shined steeled arrowheads, handing one to Theo. ”See how light they are? Careful with the edge, these aren’t for sport.” Setting on into her open palm, he asked Pad to show them how he mixed the metal from Colchis together to make the specialized, light arrowheads.
The make of a person was how they handled any situation that may make them uncomfortable. Theodora was high born, and that meant she was offered every comfort that could be provided to her. Some people would have looked down at the man and his humble craft, and yet she was acting as if he was a king. Not only was she attentive and accommodating, but she was also inquisitive and respective. She recognized his wealth of knowledge and continued to ask questions to further her own knowledge in the art of bows. He watched them, his eyes bright with obvious amusement.
Part of him was a bit taken back by the simple joy she seemed to get from the man. But he was quickly learning that he needed to stop making assumptions about her. Emilios was determined to stop that immediately and accept her as she was.
While the two of them seemed to bond over the finer points of bowers and wood, Emilios moved into the back of the storeroom. The bow he had purchased was already finished, waiting for his approval before it was to be delivered. As he handled the bow, stretching it back to test the pliability of it. He wanted to sneak into the back, to run a few arrows through it. But he had known that the man would have done so already. So instead of leaving her totally alone with the shop owner, he put the bow back down and made his way back to where he’d been. They were taking their time, and he was in no hurry, enjoying the juxtaposition of her in her finery among the simpler wood.
Emilios leaned into Maric, letting him know that the bow was perfect and that he had left the gold for it in the back. The bower promised delivery in the morning, and the exchange lasted no more than a brief moment.
As they exited the store, the younger Mikaelidas son steered her towards some of the better craftsmen in this side of the market. Had she come on her own, the chances of her being accosted were high. But, since he was with her, she was well protected simply by having him there. Most of the vendors knew him, had made things for him personally and recognized his position as the cousin to the royal family. And since most of the common people respected the King, there was no reason to show him any animosity. They were free to wander, to look at the different wares. He pointed out a few of the finer pieces or more of the delicate arts that were done by finely skilled craftsmen. They wandered slowly through the area, and neither of them was rushed in their actions.
Like most blacksmiths, it was tucked in the very back corner of the market, away from everything else. Most of the other people didn’t like the heat or the smoke that was produced by the fires. And it required ventilation to keep the fires as hot as they need to be. As they moved that direction, her question made him smile. ”We settled up while you were toying with the last few bows. He’ll deliver it in the morning.” Walking around the market with a weapon openly was usually frowned upon, save for the smaller blades people kept on them for protection. Besides, he didn’t want someone to try and steal it from him, as it would be easy to pluck from his shoulder to take off with.
”The smith is working on a few arrowheads for me. Perhaps he’s got one on the anvil now.” The closer they got, the heavier the smell of fire and steel was in the air. There were a few horses in the back, waiting to be shoed by the farrier who shared the space with him. Pad, a man with a thick, foreign accent, greeted him by name as he walked up, moving to grab a pouch for him. Emilios clapped him on the back as he handed it to him, pulling out highly shined steeled arrowheads, handing one to Theo. ”See how light they are? Careful with the edge, these aren’t for sport.” Setting on into her open palm, he asked Pad to show them how he mixed the metal from Colchis together to make the specialized, light arrowheads.
It was indeed a lovely day in the market, but the temperate climate often meant that the sun showed high and bright in the Taengean sky. As fall set in and the harvests took place throughout the kingdom, the goods in the market became more abundant and fresh. The rich smell of earth and fresh crops was thick and the market was teeming with people. It was almost claustrophobic; even for seasoned shoppers who were well acquainted with the small shops and carts that lined the busy street.
Theo was rather adept in the market, as it was. While she’d much prefer the solitude of a field or her toes in the sand in Serenne, she enjoyed haggling for prices. Could they afford what they wanted? Most certainly. But there was a victory one gained when you could talk a vendor into lowering his asking price on something and Theo had become rather adept in it.
Her sister Imma was her companion that day; the youngest Leventi very rarely needed any persuading when it came to venturing away from the estate. In fact, today it was she who pleaded with Theo to join her. So with a guard at their back, they left their uncle’s guest house and traveled in a carriage down to the market where they were let out with only one guard who would be more than proficient at rendering aid, and one of their ladies in waiting to help with any packages should they require it.
Theo followed Imma for a time; not in the mood to buy anything quite yet. She watched her sister look over a few bolts of fabric dreamily and some ribbon with a knowing smile. Leaning to her side, she picked up a piece that was embroidered with intricate detail. “This would look pretty in your hair, don’t you think?” She looked up at the vendor. “How much for half a yard of this?” The woman turned her attention to the finer ladies; giving them a glance over before smiling warmly. “Oh! Why not much at all, My Lady.. only a Drachma…would you be liking half a yard?”
Theo raised a brow and dropped the ribbon as if it burned her. “A drachma? For a half yard of ribbon? The vendor down the street has one that’s quite similar for only 2 obols.” The woman’s smile faltered as she hesitated. “Oh, but I couldn’t possibly go any lower than 5, Milady.. I’d be cutting into m’profit..” Theo nodded. “I see… very understandable. Thank you for your time, then.” She rested her hand on Imma’s lower back to lead her off when the woman gave a bit of a whine. “Three… but I can’t go any lower than that.” Theo stifled a smile and looked back at the woman. “Then you have a deal..”
The woman snipped off a section of the ribbon and cinched it up before trading it for a few coins with their lady’s maid. They then wandered off down the street again. With that surge of adrenaline, Theo was far more interested in their venture after that; helping Imma with a few things to match and haggling down on a few fresh treats to take back home with them.
The air was thick with the smell of baked goods and it was difficult not to walk down the street without wanting one. But there was a shop a bit further on whose sugary sweets were just far too tempting to stop so soon. Imma had stepped away to buy a muffin leaving Theo to look over some clay pottery as her guard watched over the younger Leventi daughter. The whistling didn’t catch her attention at first until a bright voice called out her house name. Turning her cheek, she looked up curiously, only to see Emilios Mikaelidas casually stepping up to her; pastry in hand as an offer. She turned to face him; glancing around for her group. Being that she was quite on her own with the youngest Mikaelidas just as she had been before, she was beginning to wonder if he was looking for opportune moments. “Lord Emilios. How convenient we seem to keep coming across each other.” She stared down at the offered pastry...and even though it was frightfully tempting, she didn’t think she enjoyed owing him anything. Besides. It wasn’t a Kolettis pastry.. She could tell from the lack of sugary glaze across the top. “No… thank you, but ….Well.. to say so bluntly, I’ve had better…”
She set the pot she’d been holding back down and stepped around him to the next vendor; plucking up a bushel of lavender to lift to her nose and smell. “You really should try Kolettis down the street.” She looked back over her shoulder at him; the lavender still held beneath her nose. The last time they’d met, he’d insulted her form, then quickly corrected it much to her chagrin. He told her her eyes were far more beautiful than anyone had described and then commented on the calluses on her skin. And then they parted ways without any intentions. She’d all but put it out of her mind until now. “Are you so often without company, My lord?"
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It was indeed a lovely day in the market, but the temperate climate often meant that the sun showed high and bright in the Taengean sky. As fall set in and the harvests took place throughout the kingdom, the goods in the market became more abundant and fresh. The rich smell of earth and fresh crops was thick and the market was teeming with people. It was almost claustrophobic; even for seasoned shoppers who were well acquainted with the small shops and carts that lined the busy street.
Theo was rather adept in the market, as it was. While she’d much prefer the solitude of a field or her toes in the sand in Serenne, she enjoyed haggling for prices. Could they afford what they wanted? Most certainly. But there was a victory one gained when you could talk a vendor into lowering his asking price on something and Theo had become rather adept in it.
Her sister Imma was her companion that day; the youngest Leventi very rarely needed any persuading when it came to venturing away from the estate. In fact, today it was she who pleaded with Theo to join her. So with a guard at their back, they left their uncle’s guest house and traveled in a carriage down to the market where they were let out with only one guard who would be more than proficient at rendering aid, and one of their ladies in waiting to help with any packages should they require it.
Theo followed Imma for a time; not in the mood to buy anything quite yet. She watched her sister look over a few bolts of fabric dreamily and some ribbon with a knowing smile. Leaning to her side, she picked up a piece that was embroidered with intricate detail. “This would look pretty in your hair, don’t you think?” She looked up at the vendor. “How much for half a yard of this?” The woman turned her attention to the finer ladies; giving them a glance over before smiling warmly. “Oh! Why not much at all, My Lady.. only a Drachma…would you be liking half a yard?”
Theo raised a brow and dropped the ribbon as if it burned her. “A drachma? For a half yard of ribbon? The vendor down the street has one that’s quite similar for only 2 obols.” The woman’s smile faltered as she hesitated. “Oh, but I couldn’t possibly go any lower than 5, Milady.. I’d be cutting into m’profit..” Theo nodded. “I see… very understandable. Thank you for your time, then.” She rested her hand on Imma’s lower back to lead her off when the woman gave a bit of a whine. “Three… but I can’t go any lower than that.” Theo stifled a smile and looked back at the woman. “Then you have a deal..”
The woman snipped off a section of the ribbon and cinched it up before trading it for a few coins with their lady’s maid. They then wandered off down the street again. With that surge of adrenaline, Theo was far more interested in their venture after that; helping Imma with a few things to match and haggling down on a few fresh treats to take back home with them.
The air was thick with the smell of baked goods and it was difficult not to walk down the street without wanting one. But there was a shop a bit further on whose sugary sweets were just far too tempting to stop so soon. Imma had stepped away to buy a muffin leaving Theo to look over some clay pottery as her guard watched over the younger Leventi daughter. The whistling didn’t catch her attention at first until a bright voice called out her house name. Turning her cheek, she looked up curiously, only to see Emilios Mikaelidas casually stepping up to her; pastry in hand as an offer. She turned to face him; glancing around for her group. Being that she was quite on her own with the youngest Mikaelidas just as she had been before, she was beginning to wonder if he was looking for opportune moments. “Lord Emilios. How convenient we seem to keep coming across each other.” She stared down at the offered pastry...and even though it was frightfully tempting, she didn’t think she enjoyed owing him anything. Besides. It wasn’t a Kolettis pastry.. She could tell from the lack of sugary glaze across the top. “No… thank you, but ….Well.. to say so bluntly, I’ve had better…”
She set the pot she’d been holding back down and stepped around him to the next vendor; plucking up a bushel of lavender to lift to her nose and smell. “You really should try Kolettis down the street.” She looked back over her shoulder at him; the lavender still held beneath her nose. The last time they’d met, he’d insulted her form, then quickly corrected it much to her chagrin. He told her her eyes were far more beautiful than anyone had described and then commented on the calluses on her skin. And then they parted ways without any intentions. She’d all but put it out of her mind until now. “Are you so often without company, My lord?"
It was indeed a lovely day in the market, but the temperate climate often meant that the sun showed high and bright in the Taengean sky. As fall set in and the harvests took place throughout the kingdom, the goods in the market became more abundant and fresh. The rich smell of earth and fresh crops was thick and the market was teeming with people. It was almost claustrophobic; even for seasoned shoppers who were well acquainted with the small shops and carts that lined the busy street.
Theo was rather adept in the market, as it was. While she’d much prefer the solitude of a field or her toes in the sand in Serenne, she enjoyed haggling for prices. Could they afford what they wanted? Most certainly. But there was a victory one gained when you could talk a vendor into lowering his asking price on something and Theo had become rather adept in it.
Her sister Imma was her companion that day; the youngest Leventi very rarely needed any persuading when it came to venturing away from the estate. In fact, today it was she who pleaded with Theo to join her. So with a guard at their back, they left their uncle’s guest house and traveled in a carriage down to the market where they were let out with only one guard who would be more than proficient at rendering aid, and one of their ladies in waiting to help with any packages should they require it.
Theo followed Imma for a time; not in the mood to buy anything quite yet. She watched her sister look over a few bolts of fabric dreamily and some ribbon with a knowing smile. Leaning to her side, she picked up a piece that was embroidered with intricate detail. “This would look pretty in your hair, don’t you think?” She looked up at the vendor. “How much for half a yard of this?” The woman turned her attention to the finer ladies; giving them a glance over before smiling warmly. “Oh! Why not much at all, My Lady.. only a Drachma…would you be liking half a yard?”
Theo raised a brow and dropped the ribbon as if it burned her. “A drachma? For a half yard of ribbon? The vendor down the street has one that’s quite similar for only 2 obols.” The woman’s smile faltered as she hesitated. “Oh, but I couldn’t possibly go any lower than 5, Milady.. I’d be cutting into m’profit..” Theo nodded. “I see… very understandable. Thank you for your time, then.” She rested her hand on Imma’s lower back to lead her off when the woman gave a bit of a whine. “Three… but I can’t go any lower than that.” Theo stifled a smile and looked back at the woman. “Then you have a deal..”
The woman snipped off a section of the ribbon and cinched it up before trading it for a few coins with their lady’s maid. They then wandered off down the street again. With that surge of adrenaline, Theo was far more interested in their venture after that; helping Imma with a few things to match and haggling down on a few fresh treats to take back home with them.
The air was thick with the smell of baked goods and it was difficult not to walk down the street without wanting one. But there was a shop a bit further on whose sugary sweets were just far too tempting to stop so soon. Imma had stepped away to buy a muffin leaving Theo to look over some clay pottery as her guard watched over the younger Leventi daughter. The whistling didn’t catch her attention at first until a bright voice called out her house name. Turning her cheek, she looked up curiously, only to see Emilios Mikaelidas casually stepping up to her; pastry in hand as an offer. She turned to face him; glancing around for her group. Being that she was quite on her own with the youngest Mikaelidas just as she had been before, she was beginning to wonder if he was looking for opportune moments. “Lord Emilios. How convenient we seem to keep coming across each other.” She stared down at the offered pastry...and even though it was frightfully tempting, she didn’t think she enjoyed owing him anything. Besides. It wasn’t a Kolettis pastry.. She could tell from the lack of sugary glaze across the top. “No… thank you, but ….Well.. to say so bluntly, I’ve had better…”
She set the pot she’d been holding back down and stepped around him to the next vendor; plucking up a bushel of lavender to lift to her nose and smell. “You really should try Kolettis down the street.” She looked back over her shoulder at him; the lavender still held beneath her nose. The last time they’d met, he’d insulted her form, then quickly corrected it much to her chagrin. He told her her eyes were far more beautiful than anyone had described and then commented on the calluses on her skin. And then they parted ways without any intentions. She’d all but put it out of her mind until now. “Are you so often without company, My lord?"
He looked behind him, as if he was curious as to where his companions went, “Damn, I knew I forgot something.” His eyes were twinkling, wondering how hard it would be to get her to break smile. “I prefer to travel alone— less to distract those I come across.” He likes being the center of attention, especially when his brother wasn’t around to be praised. “Although I should start traveling with others. I always purchase too much food to consume by myself. Perhaps you’d like to join me?” He asked, obviously feelings coy about the whole thing.
Emilios looked down at the fruit filled pastry in his hand, shrugging. It may not have been from the finest bakery in the market, but he was fascinated by trying new things. Perhaps it was because he always felt like he was never given a chance to be the best, but he was always one to spread his money around. How would you know what’s out there if you never tried new things. “My mother prefers them as well. But I like to try and things.” He broke off a piece, offering her a bit of it. “They’ve fine with a nice, sweet fillings. You should think about trying it.” His eyebrow arched up, daring her to reach out and take it from her.
“I won’t bite, Lady Theodora.” Her eyes were bright, “Unless you want me to, that is.”
His smile reached his eyes, “Unless you take a taste of something…” He trailed off as he licked the juices of the berry tart off his fingers. “You may find yourself developing a new delicacy all together.”
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He looked behind him, as if he was curious as to where his companions went, “Damn, I knew I forgot something.” His eyes were twinkling, wondering how hard it would be to get her to break smile. “I prefer to travel alone— less to distract those I come across.” He likes being the center of attention, especially when his brother wasn’t around to be praised. “Although I should start traveling with others. I always purchase too much food to consume by myself. Perhaps you’d like to join me?” He asked, obviously feelings coy about the whole thing.
Emilios looked down at the fruit filled pastry in his hand, shrugging. It may not have been from the finest bakery in the market, but he was fascinated by trying new things. Perhaps it was because he always felt like he was never given a chance to be the best, but he was always one to spread his money around. How would you know what’s out there if you never tried new things. “My mother prefers them as well. But I like to try and things.” He broke off a piece, offering her a bit of it. “They’ve fine with a nice, sweet fillings. You should think about trying it.” His eyebrow arched up, daring her to reach out and take it from her.
“I won’t bite, Lady Theodora.” Her eyes were bright, “Unless you want me to, that is.”
His smile reached his eyes, “Unless you take a taste of something…” He trailed off as he licked the juices of the berry tart off his fingers. “You may find yourself developing a new delicacy all together.”
He looked behind him, as if he was curious as to where his companions went, “Damn, I knew I forgot something.” His eyes were twinkling, wondering how hard it would be to get her to break smile. “I prefer to travel alone— less to distract those I come across.” He likes being the center of attention, especially when his brother wasn’t around to be praised. “Although I should start traveling with others. I always purchase too much food to consume by myself. Perhaps you’d like to join me?” He asked, obviously feelings coy about the whole thing.
Emilios looked down at the fruit filled pastry in his hand, shrugging. It may not have been from the finest bakery in the market, but he was fascinated by trying new things. Perhaps it was because he always felt like he was never given a chance to be the best, but he was always one to spread his money around. How would you know what’s out there if you never tried new things. “My mother prefers them as well. But I like to try and things.” He broke off a piece, offering her a bit of it. “They’ve fine with a nice, sweet fillings. You should think about trying it.” His eyebrow arched up, daring her to reach out and take it from her.
“I won’t bite, Lady Theodora.” Her eyes were bright, “Unless you want me to, that is.”
His smile reached his eyes, “Unless you take a taste of something…” He trailed off as he licked the juices of the berry tart off his fingers. “You may find yourself developing a new delicacy all together.”
He was persistent, she’d give him that.
Even with her rebuff, Emilios trailed behind her; offering her the sweet treat. A temptation of its own accord. But that’s how these things began, wasn’t it? It was bad enough she’d let him get close enough to touch her when he’d corrected her form while she was practicing her archery. She wouldn’t make that mistake again. A little flirtation here, a shared pastry there and before she knew it, her prospects would be dashed and she’d be throwing away her future for what… to be an option?
Theodora of Leventi was no man’s ‘option.’ She was destined for greatness. Along with Selene, they would marry the finest men in Athenia, if not beyond. Zacharias was still readily available, as was Vangelis of Kotas. All quite eligible and in line for the throne. At the very least, Stephanos was second in line. Emilios of Mikaelidas?
He wasn’t even on her radar.
Still...with powerful connections, it wouldn’t due for her to be rude. Not that she believed the youngest Mikaelidas son had any sway when it came to marital contracts, but were she to find herself fortunate enough to marry into the Mikaelidas family, she’d have to see him often enough that she had no desire to spurn whatever relationship they might have before it began.
“I find when one is in a group, it is much more difficult to be lead astray.” Like lambs to the slaughter. As if in emphasis, she looked around for her sister. The younger girls back was to her as she poured over all of the delicacies the shop owner had to offer. With his offer to join him she looked back at Emilios; raising a brow. “I’m afraid my day is quite complete, My Lord.” She would not tell him in so many words that she wouldn’t walk around the market with him, but it was enough.
She moved to the next vendor near them after setting down the bushel of lavender. Beside the herbalist, there was a cart of beads and Theo dragged her fingers through their cool texture; plucking a few up as he talked about the pastry. She didn’t look at him this time as she spoke. “Your mother is an intelligent woman; you would be wise to heed her advice. I think when you find something you like you should remain loyal to it. Koletti’s is the best. I have no reason to try anything else.”
She moved to step around the cart but he’d stood in front of her; offering the piece of fruity pastry as a temptation and she stared at his hand. It really did look delicious. Sugar glistened off the top and the layers were flaky; the filling a deep shade of red and it smelled fresh. When he told her he wouldn’t bite she glanced up at him. His sparkling blue eyes; ever so disarming. She flushed beneath the smattering of freckles on her cheeks and stepped around him. She most certainly did NOT want him to..
Her face felt heated and she took a deep breath to shake away the uneasy feeling that grew in her lower stomach. “I’m sure you have a taste for a great many pastries. There will only ever be one for me.”
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Even with her rebuff, Emilios trailed behind her; offering her the sweet treat. A temptation of its own accord. But that’s how these things began, wasn’t it? It was bad enough she’d let him get close enough to touch her when he’d corrected her form while she was practicing her archery. She wouldn’t make that mistake again. A little flirtation here, a shared pastry there and before she knew it, her prospects would be dashed and she’d be throwing away her future for what… to be an option?
Theodora of Leventi was no man’s ‘option.’ She was destined for greatness. Along with Selene, they would marry the finest men in Athenia, if not beyond. Zacharias was still readily available, as was Vangelis of Kotas. All quite eligible and in line for the throne. At the very least, Stephanos was second in line. Emilios of Mikaelidas?
He wasn’t even on her radar.
Still...with powerful connections, it wouldn’t due for her to be rude. Not that she believed the youngest Mikaelidas son had any sway when it came to marital contracts, but were she to find herself fortunate enough to marry into the Mikaelidas family, she’d have to see him often enough that she had no desire to spurn whatever relationship they might have before it began.
“I find when one is in a group, it is much more difficult to be lead astray.” Like lambs to the slaughter. As if in emphasis, she looked around for her sister. The younger girls back was to her as she poured over all of the delicacies the shop owner had to offer. With his offer to join him she looked back at Emilios; raising a brow. “I’m afraid my day is quite complete, My Lord.” She would not tell him in so many words that she wouldn’t walk around the market with him, but it was enough.
She moved to the next vendor near them after setting down the bushel of lavender. Beside the herbalist, there was a cart of beads and Theo dragged her fingers through their cool texture; plucking a few up as he talked about the pastry. She didn’t look at him this time as she spoke. “Your mother is an intelligent woman; you would be wise to heed her advice. I think when you find something you like you should remain loyal to it. Koletti’s is the best. I have no reason to try anything else.”
She moved to step around the cart but he’d stood in front of her; offering the piece of fruity pastry as a temptation and she stared at his hand. It really did look delicious. Sugar glistened off the top and the layers were flaky; the filling a deep shade of red and it smelled fresh. When he told her he wouldn’t bite she glanced up at him. His sparkling blue eyes; ever so disarming. She flushed beneath the smattering of freckles on her cheeks and stepped around him. She most certainly did NOT want him to..
Her face felt heated and she took a deep breath to shake away the uneasy feeling that grew in her lower stomach. “I’m sure you have a taste for a great many pastries. There will only ever be one for me.”
He was persistent, she’d give him that.
Even with her rebuff, Emilios trailed behind her; offering her the sweet treat. A temptation of its own accord. But that’s how these things began, wasn’t it? It was bad enough she’d let him get close enough to touch her when he’d corrected her form while she was practicing her archery. She wouldn’t make that mistake again. A little flirtation here, a shared pastry there and before she knew it, her prospects would be dashed and she’d be throwing away her future for what… to be an option?
Theodora of Leventi was no man’s ‘option.’ She was destined for greatness. Along with Selene, they would marry the finest men in Athenia, if not beyond. Zacharias was still readily available, as was Vangelis of Kotas. All quite eligible and in line for the throne. At the very least, Stephanos was second in line. Emilios of Mikaelidas?
He wasn’t even on her radar.
Still...with powerful connections, it wouldn’t due for her to be rude. Not that she believed the youngest Mikaelidas son had any sway when it came to marital contracts, but were she to find herself fortunate enough to marry into the Mikaelidas family, she’d have to see him often enough that she had no desire to spurn whatever relationship they might have before it began.
“I find when one is in a group, it is much more difficult to be lead astray.” Like lambs to the slaughter. As if in emphasis, she looked around for her sister. The younger girls back was to her as she poured over all of the delicacies the shop owner had to offer. With his offer to join him she looked back at Emilios; raising a brow. “I’m afraid my day is quite complete, My Lord.” She would not tell him in so many words that she wouldn’t walk around the market with him, but it was enough.
She moved to the next vendor near them after setting down the bushel of lavender. Beside the herbalist, there was a cart of beads and Theo dragged her fingers through their cool texture; plucking a few up as he talked about the pastry. She didn’t look at him this time as she spoke. “Your mother is an intelligent woman; you would be wise to heed her advice. I think when you find something you like you should remain loyal to it. Koletti’s is the best. I have no reason to try anything else.”
She moved to step around the cart but he’d stood in front of her; offering the piece of fruity pastry as a temptation and she stared at his hand. It really did look delicious. Sugar glistened off the top and the layers were flaky; the filling a deep shade of red and it smelled fresh. When he told her he wouldn’t bite she glanced up at him. His sparkling blue eyes; ever so disarming. She flushed beneath the smattering of freckles on her cheeks and stepped around him. She most certainly did NOT want him to..
Her face felt heated and she took a deep breath to shake away the uneasy feeling that grew in her lower stomach. “I’m sure you have a taste for a great many pastries. There will only ever be one for me.”
Everyone knew that the Leventi girls were wholly off limits. They were born to be queens, born to rule next to the strongest of men. And they were raised to better the family, for the lack of male heirs to do so. Emilios was certainly barking up the wrong tree, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t want to try.
She intrigued him, more than he was willing to admit to anyone. Seeing her here again, watching her move with the air of queen-- it was all he could do to not press for more.
He was a no one. A military man who commanded armies but had no property or money to his name. The young Mikaelidas man was so far down the line of succession that he wouldn’t even attract her for the chance to maybe one day have the throne. His brother? She would probably find him a perfect match. Emilios was way out of his league. He couldn’t explain why he was so determined to get her to be more interested in him.
But here he was, waving his sticky fingers in front of her, begging her to try something different. “A group can keep you on track, I suppose. But how can you expect to have an adventure if you don’t allow it to happen?” Challenging her train of thought, he decided to finish the last of the pastry, refusing to waste it simply because she figured herself too good for the delicacy. “I suppose it’s for the best. I’m off to the blacksmith to critique some new arrowheads he is making for me. After that, the bowyer has a new bow I had planned on trying. Pity, for I’m sure you have a fine eye for the weapon and could have given your opinion.”
Dangle the temptation and see if she took the bait.
“If I find a shop worthy of my patronage, you can bet that I will be the most loyal of customers. But, until that time, I find myself searching for the best.” It was becoming obvious that they were no longer talking about the dessert in his hands and instead ended up talking about their sex lives? “But, to each their own. Another shop, another day.” He raised his shoulders in a shrug, wondering if he really wanted to press someone who thought he wasn’t good enough for her.
But, then again, he had spent his whole life trying to prove himself worthy. Did he really want to try and do it with a Leventi?
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Everyone knew that the Leventi girls were wholly off limits. They were born to be queens, born to rule next to the strongest of men. And they were raised to better the family, for the lack of male heirs to do so. Emilios was certainly barking up the wrong tree, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t want to try.
She intrigued him, more than he was willing to admit to anyone. Seeing her here again, watching her move with the air of queen-- it was all he could do to not press for more.
He was a no one. A military man who commanded armies but had no property or money to his name. The young Mikaelidas man was so far down the line of succession that he wouldn’t even attract her for the chance to maybe one day have the throne. His brother? She would probably find him a perfect match. Emilios was way out of his league. He couldn’t explain why he was so determined to get her to be more interested in him.
But here he was, waving his sticky fingers in front of her, begging her to try something different. “A group can keep you on track, I suppose. But how can you expect to have an adventure if you don’t allow it to happen?” Challenging her train of thought, he decided to finish the last of the pastry, refusing to waste it simply because she figured herself too good for the delicacy. “I suppose it’s for the best. I’m off to the blacksmith to critique some new arrowheads he is making for me. After that, the bowyer has a new bow I had planned on trying. Pity, for I’m sure you have a fine eye for the weapon and could have given your opinion.”
Dangle the temptation and see if she took the bait.
“If I find a shop worthy of my patronage, you can bet that I will be the most loyal of customers. But, until that time, I find myself searching for the best.” It was becoming obvious that they were no longer talking about the dessert in his hands and instead ended up talking about their sex lives? “But, to each their own. Another shop, another day.” He raised his shoulders in a shrug, wondering if he really wanted to press someone who thought he wasn’t good enough for her.
But, then again, he had spent his whole life trying to prove himself worthy. Did he really want to try and do it with a Leventi?
Everyone knew that the Leventi girls were wholly off limits. They were born to be queens, born to rule next to the strongest of men. And they were raised to better the family, for the lack of male heirs to do so. Emilios was certainly barking up the wrong tree, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t want to try.
She intrigued him, more than he was willing to admit to anyone. Seeing her here again, watching her move with the air of queen-- it was all he could do to not press for more.
He was a no one. A military man who commanded armies but had no property or money to his name. The young Mikaelidas man was so far down the line of succession that he wouldn’t even attract her for the chance to maybe one day have the throne. His brother? She would probably find him a perfect match. Emilios was way out of his league. He couldn’t explain why he was so determined to get her to be more interested in him.
But here he was, waving his sticky fingers in front of her, begging her to try something different. “A group can keep you on track, I suppose. But how can you expect to have an adventure if you don’t allow it to happen?” Challenging her train of thought, he decided to finish the last of the pastry, refusing to waste it simply because she figured herself too good for the delicacy. “I suppose it’s for the best. I’m off to the blacksmith to critique some new arrowheads he is making for me. After that, the bowyer has a new bow I had planned on trying. Pity, for I’m sure you have a fine eye for the weapon and could have given your opinion.”
Dangle the temptation and see if she took the bait.
“If I find a shop worthy of my patronage, you can bet that I will be the most loyal of customers. But, until that time, I find myself searching for the best.” It was becoming obvious that they were no longer talking about the dessert in his hands and instead ended up talking about their sex lives? “But, to each their own. Another shop, another day.” He raised his shoulders in a shrug, wondering if he really wanted to press someone who thought he wasn’t good enough for her.
But, then again, he had spent his whole life trying to prove himself worthy. Did he really want to try and do it with a Leventi?
Theo wasn’t completely devoid of emotion. She’d admired men before for whatever reasons. Their quick wit and intellect. Their physique and form. Their way in a chariot or with weaponry. She was a human woman, after all, and she wasn’t an ice queen. But she knew her value. She knew her worth. That value was predicated upon an advantageous union. A man in the station in which she desired to be would expect her to be pure, and so whatever desires she may or may not have had at any point in time were often quenched hastily. There was strength in numbers, though. Selene had always been the sister she went to to reorient herself. The eldest Leventi sister was always the first person she turned to for advice besides her mother who she had no desire to speak of such things to.
So Emilios was not an anomaly. There was a reason why the Leventi sisters were known far and wide for their beauty. Why Emilios had mentioned her eyes. Because he wasn’t the first to approach her and he wouldn’t be the last.
….But he had appealed to her interests. ..And unfortunately for her, he knew it. She ignored his comment about the blacksmith and the bower at first. What did his purchase of a new bow have to do with her? Save that any time she had the chance to stand around and idly watch as they carved the wood and strung it with fine twists of leather; she took it. How she often toyed with a fletching like one would a favored object; brushing the stiff feathers across her nose and cheeks until they grew downy soft as she read letters.
Her dismissal finally seemed to settle in and for anyone else, she would let him walk away; content in the rebuff that he wouldn’t bother to approach her again. He would be off and she would continue on her way with Imma. His coy return in response to her insinuation fell flat as she spoke before she could stop herself. “...Will you be looking at a Scythian or Parthian bow?” She paused for a moment…. then she sighed and stared up at the sky in exasperation before she turned back to him; pressing against the cart with her hands tucked behind her. “I’ve heard they’re quite fashionable at the moment.” She then pushed off the cart and, without invitation, she continued speaking to him as she hurriedly went to find to her sister. “Personally I prefer a traditional shape. The grip is easier to hold onto and the recoil is less jarring. What of the arrows? How much more can you improve on such a thing? Any larger and they would increase drag; you’d lose distance. Any smaller and they’d hardly be effective..”
She stepped into the shop where her sister was wrapping up some pastries of her own. “Imma dear, why don’t you finish your rounds with Pathos. Emilios is going to the bowyer to look at a new bow and I think I’d like to join him.. I know how such things bore you.” Imma looked around Theo’s shoulder at Emilios and raised a brow before speaking. “Theodora, I hardly think it prudent to wander off with a gentleman unaccompanied..”
Theo waved her hand and scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous. We’re in the middle of a crowded market and Emilios is a Mikaelidas. I’ll be just fine. ….Unless you want to stare at the Arrowsmith as he shapes arrows….” Theo propped her head to the side expectantly as Imma gave her a horrified look. She knew quite well that the youngest sister would be horrified to waste her afternoon staring at a sweaty goat beating a piece of metal to bits. Her mouth quirked into a smile and nodded. “Just as I thought." She turned to their guard. “Pathos, if you would be so kind as to stay with Imma for the afternoon? Send the carriage back for me in a couple hours and I’ll meet it where we let off this morning.” Pathos nodded his agreement as he looked over Emilios and Theo turned. There was a spark of adventure in her dark gaze but she held her chin as if he had no influence on her decision whatsoever. “There. It’s settled. ...Now tell me about this bow you’re considering... “
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Theo wasn’t completely devoid of emotion. She’d admired men before for whatever reasons. Their quick wit and intellect. Their physique and form. Their way in a chariot or with weaponry. She was a human woman, after all, and she wasn’t an ice queen. But she knew her value. She knew her worth. That value was predicated upon an advantageous union. A man in the station in which she desired to be would expect her to be pure, and so whatever desires she may or may not have had at any point in time were often quenched hastily. There was strength in numbers, though. Selene had always been the sister she went to to reorient herself. The eldest Leventi sister was always the first person she turned to for advice besides her mother who she had no desire to speak of such things to.
So Emilios was not an anomaly. There was a reason why the Leventi sisters were known far and wide for their beauty. Why Emilios had mentioned her eyes. Because he wasn’t the first to approach her and he wouldn’t be the last.
….But he had appealed to her interests. ..And unfortunately for her, he knew it. She ignored his comment about the blacksmith and the bower at first. What did his purchase of a new bow have to do with her? Save that any time she had the chance to stand around and idly watch as they carved the wood and strung it with fine twists of leather; she took it. How she often toyed with a fletching like one would a favored object; brushing the stiff feathers across her nose and cheeks until they grew downy soft as she read letters.
Her dismissal finally seemed to settle in and for anyone else, she would let him walk away; content in the rebuff that he wouldn’t bother to approach her again. He would be off and she would continue on her way with Imma. His coy return in response to her insinuation fell flat as she spoke before she could stop herself. “...Will you be looking at a Scythian or Parthian bow?” She paused for a moment…. then she sighed and stared up at the sky in exasperation before she turned back to him; pressing against the cart with her hands tucked behind her. “I’ve heard they’re quite fashionable at the moment.” She then pushed off the cart and, without invitation, she continued speaking to him as she hurriedly went to find to her sister. “Personally I prefer a traditional shape. The grip is easier to hold onto and the recoil is less jarring. What of the arrows? How much more can you improve on such a thing? Any larger and they would increase drag; you’d lose distance. Any smaller and they’d hardly be effective..”
She stepped into the shop where her sister was wrapping up some pastries of her own. “Imma dear, why don’t you finish your rounds with Pathos. Emilios is going to the bowyer to look at a new bow and I think I’d like to join him.. I know how such things bore you.” Imma looked around Theo’s shoulder at Emilios and raised a brow before speaking. “Theodora, I hardly think it prudent to wander off with a gentleman unaccompanied..”
Theo waved her hand and scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous. We’re in the middle of a crowded market and Emilios is a Mikaelidas. I’ll be just fine. ….Unless you want to stare at the Arrowsmith as he shapes arrows….” Theo propped her head to the side expectantly as Imma gave her a horrified look. She knew quite well that the youngest sister would be horrified to waste her afternoon staring at a sweaty goat beating a piece of metal to bits. Her mouth quirked into a smile and nodded. “Just as I thought." She turned to their guard. “Pathos, if you would be so kind as to stay with Imma for the afternoon? Send the carriage back for me in a couple hours and I’ll meet it where we let off this morning.” Pathos nodded his agreement as he looked over Emilios and Theo turned. There was a spark of adventure in her dark gaze but she held her chin as if he had no influence on her decision whatsoever. “There. It’s settled. ...Now tell me about this bow you’re considering... “
Theo wasn’t completely devoid of emotion. She’d admired men before for whatever reasons. Their quick wit and intellect. Their physique and form. Their way in a chariot or with weaponry. She was a human woman, after all, and she wasn’t an ice queen. But she knew her value. She knew her worth. That value was predicated upon an advantageous union. A man in the station in which she desired to be would expect her to be pure, and so whatever desires she may or may not have had at any point in time were often quenched hastily. There was strength in numbers, though. Selene had always been the sister she went to to reorient herself. The eldest Leventi sister was always the first person she turned to for advice besides her mother who she had no desire to speak of such things to.
So Emilios was not an anomaly. There was a reason why the Leventi sisters were known far and wide for their beauty. Why Emilios had mentioned her eyes. Because he wasn’t the first to approach her and he wouldn’t be the last.
….But he had appealed to her interests. ..And unfortunately for her, he knew it. She ignored his comment about the blacksmith and the bower at first. What did his purchase of a new bow have to do with her? Save that any time she had the chance to stand around and idly watch as they carved the wood and strung it with fine twists of leather; she took it. How she often toyed with a fletching like one would a favored object; brushing the stiff feathers across her nose and cheeks until they grew downy soft as she read letters.
Her dismissal finally seemed to settle in and for anyone else, she would let him walk away; content in the rebuff that he wouldn’t bother to approach her again. He would be off and she would continue on her way with Imma. His coy return in response to her insinuation fell flat as she spoke before she could stop herself. “...Will you be looking at a Scythian or Parthian bow?” She paused for a moment…. then she sighed and stared up at the sky in exasperation before she turned back to him; pressing against the cart with her hands tucked behind her. “I’ve heard they’re quite fashionable at the moment.” She then pushed off the cart and, without invitation, she continued speaking to him as she hurriedly went to find to her sister. “Personally I prefer a traditional shape. The grip is easier to hold onto and the recoil is less jarring. What of the arrows? How much more can you improve on such a thing? Any larger and they would increase drag; you’d lose distance. Any smaller and they’d hardly be effective..”
She stepped into the shop where her sister was wrapping up some pastries of her own. “Imma dear, why don’t you finish your rounds with Pathos. Emilios is going to the bowyer to look at a new bow and I think I’d like to join him.. I know how such things bore you.” Imma looked around Theo’s shoulder at Emilios and raised a brow before speaking. “Theodora, I hardly think it prudent to wander off with a gentleman unaccompanied..”
Theo waved her hand and scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous. We’re in the middle of a crowded market and Emilios is a Mikaelidas. I’ll be just fine. ….Unless you want to stare at the Arrowsmith as he shapes arrows….” Theo propped her head to the side expectantly as Imma gave her a horrified look. She knew quite well that the youngest sister would be horrified to waste her afternoon staring at a sweaty goat beating a piece of metal to bits. Her mouth quirked into a smile and nodded. “Just as I thought." She turned to their guard. “Pathos, if you would be so kind as to stay with Imma for the afternoon? Send the carriage back for me in a couple hours and I’ll meet it where we let off this morning.” Pathos nodded his agreement as he looked over Emilios and Theo turned. There was a spark of adventure in her dark gaze but she held her chin as if he had no influence on her decision whatsoever. “There. It’s settled. ...Now tell me about this bow you’re considering... “
He knew that she wasn’t a girl who would simply be fine with pretty words and gifts. Theodora had her fill with people telling her how beautiful she was. If he was going to have any sort of effect on her, he would have to appeal to her mind. And a part of that was her apparent love of archery. It was something they had in common, something rare they shared. And he was fully willing to use that to his advantage. So he challenged her, hoping that she would take the bait.
And she did.
Emilios was about to go until she asked which style of bow he was looking at. He stopped, grinned and turned to face her. She was busy making plans for her sister to get back with her, and inside, he was celebrating the small victory.
“I thought I’d try the Scythian. The recurve is said to have higher accuracy with more force. Fashion isn’t the drive when it’s a military weapon. The Scythian at least allows for a firm hold on your aim.” Emilios thought about offering his arm to her, but that was a gamble he wasn’t interested in taking. Because if she was offended by it, he’d lose her company. “I know of a few legions in Colchis that are having great success with them in a military setting. Good for distance, especially if your technique is to barrage the enemy the arrows.” He led the way towards the lesser known bowyer in the market, one who took longer to make the bows but made some of the finest pieces.
The area wasn’t shady, in fact, it was one of the cleaner parts of the market, where some of the lesser known, high-end weapon makers kept their shops. He doubted that she would have an idea about this area, as it was seldom one woman went into. “As for the arrows, the different smelting of the metal can make the heads stronger and lighter. As for the fletching, ‘light as a feather’ isn’t always correct. The feather you pick can make a hell of a difference.” The shopfront was well kept, and it was obvious that he didn’t make his wares here. Bows hung from the ceiling on hooks, the woods, and shapes all different. All were unfinished, save for three set out on the table in the middle of the store. “Come, I am sure you will find Maric vastly knowledge on the matter.” T
The owner was young and would have been handsome had it not been for the ugly, disfiguring scar that took up half his face. “Maric, May I introduce you to Lady Theodora of Leventi? Lady Theodora, this is Maric, one of the finest bowlers in the area. A true artist.” He bowed to the lady, unabashed in his looks. “Maric was a part of the Lions but was injured in battle. Now, he makes masterpieces.”
“Perhaps the lady would like to see for herself?” His deep baritone voice only added to the image of what he could have been, had he not taken a sword to the face. It had obviously been intended as a death blow, but the Gods had seemed to favor the man, and now he couldn’t help but feel a close connection to Hephaestus. “I think you may find something you like here.” He pulled one he had made for a lesser cousin of the Leventi, one that was already engraved with horses. It was the classic design, light in weight and dark in staining.
“He balances art and functionality in his bows. It’s quite amazing.” Emilios commented, eyes falling back to the Theo. “What do you think?"
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He knew that she wasn’t a girl who would simply be fine with pretty words and gifts. Theodora had her fill with people telling her how beautiful she was. If he was going to have any sort of effect on her, he would have to appeal to her mind. And a part of that was her apparent love of archery. It was something they had in common, something rare they shared. And he was fully willing to use that to his advantage. So he challenged her, hoping that she would take the bait.
And she did.
Emilios was about to go until she asked which style of bow he was looking at. He stopped, grinned and turned to face her. She was busy making plans for her sister to get back with her, and inside, he was celebrating the small victory.
“I thought I’d try the Scythian. The recurve is said to have higher accuracy with more force. Fashion isn’t the drive when it’s a military weapon. The Scythian at least allows for a firm hold on your aim.” Emilios thought about offering his arm to her, but that was a gamble he wasn’t interested in taking. Because if she was offended by it, he’d lose her company. “I know of a few legions in Colchis that are having great success with them in a military setting. Good for distance, especially if your technique is to barrage the enemy the arrows.” He led the way towards the lesser known bowyer in the market, one who took longer to make the bows but made some of the finest pieces.
The area wasn’t shady, in fact, it was one of the cleaner parts of the market, where some of the lesser known, high-end weapon makers kept their shops. He doubted that she would have an idea about this area, as it was seldom one woman went into. “As for the arrows, the different smelting of the metal can make the heads stronger and lighter. As for the fletching, ‘light as a feather’ isn’t always correct. The feather you pick can make a hell of a difference.” The shopfront was well kept, and it was obvious that he didn’t make his wares here. Bows hung from the ceiling on hooks, the woods, and shapes all different. All were unfinished, save for three set out on the table in the middle of the store. “Come, I am sure you will find Maric vastly knowledge on the matter.” T
The owner was young and would have been handsome had it not been for the ugly, disfiguring scar that took up half his face. “Maric, May I introduce you to Lady Theodora of Leventi? Lady Theodora, this is Maric, one of the finest bowlers in the area. A true artist.” He bowed to the lady, unabashed in his looks. “Maric was a part of the Lions but was injured in battle. Now, he makes masterpieces.”
“Perhaps the lady would like to see for herself?” His deep baritone voice only added to the image of what he could have been, had he not taken a sword to the face. It had obviously been intended as a death blow, but the Gods had seemed to favor the man, and now he couldn’t help but feel a close connection to Hephaestus. “I think you may find something you like here.” He pulled one he had made for a lesser cousin of the Leventi, one that was already engraved with horses. It was the classic design, light in weight and dark in staining.
“He balances art and functionality in his bows. It’s quite amazing.” Emilios commented, eyes falling back to the Theo. “What do you think?"
He knew that she wasn’t a girl who would simply be fine with pretty words and gifts. Theodora had her fill with people telling her how beautiful she was. If he was going to have any sort of effect on her, he would have to appeal to her mind. And a part of that was her apparent love of archery. It was something they had in common, something rare they shared. And he was fully willing to use that to his advantage. So he challenged her, hoping that she would take the bait.
And she did.
Emilios was about to go until she asked which style of bow he was looking at. He stopped, grinned and turned to face her. She was busy making plans for her sister to get back with her, and inside, he was celebrating the small victory.
“I thought I’d try the Scythian. The recurve is said to have higher accuracy with more force. Fashion isn’t the drive when it’s a military weapon. The Scythian at least allows for a firm hold on your aim.” Emilios thought about offering his arm to her, but that was a gamble he wasn’t interested in taking. Because if she was offended by it, he’d lose her company. “I know of a few legions in Colchis that are having great success with them in a military setting. Good for distance, especially if your technique is to barrage the enemy the arrows.” He led the way towards the lesser known bowyer in the market, one who took longer to make the bows but made some of the finest pieces.
The area wasn’t shady, in fact, it was one of the cleaner parts of the market, where some of the lesser known, high-end weapon makers kept their shops. He doubted that she would have an idea about this area, as it was seldom one woman went into. “As for the arrows, the different smelting of the metal can make the heads stronger and lighter. As for the fletching, ‘light as a feather’ isn’t always correct. The feather you pick can make a hell of a difference.” The shopfront was well kept, and it was obvious that he didn’t make his wares here. Bows hung from the ceiling on hooks, the woods, and shapes all different. All were unfinished, save for three set out on the table in the middle of the store. “Come, I am sure you will find Maric vastly knowledge on the matter.” T
The owner was young and would have been handsome had it not been for the ugly, disfiguring scar that took up half his face. “Maric, May I introduce you to Lady Theodora of Leventi? Lady Theodora, this is Maric, one of the finest bowlers in the area. A true artist.” He bowed to the lady, unabashed in his looks. “Maric was a part of the Lions but was injured in battle. Now, he makes masterpieces.”
“Perhaps the lady would like to see for herself?” His deep baritone voice only added to the image of what he could have been, had he not taken a sword to the face. It had obviously been intended as a death blow, but the Gods had seemed to favor the man, and now he couldn’t help but feel a close connection to Hephaestus. “I think you may find something you like here.” He pulled one he had made for a lesser cousin of the Leventi, one that was already engraved with horses. It was the classic design, light in weight and dark in staining.
“He balances art and functionality in his bows. It’s quite amazing.” Emilios commented, eyes falling back to the Theo. “What do you think?"
That sly smile remained on his face as he waited ever so patiently for her to finish her conversation with her sister and their guard. It was the quietest he’d been since they’d met and she couldn’t help but think it was merely because he was getting his way. Part of her hated that she was somehow satisfying him. The other part of her decided to just ignore that part as she had far more desire to go visit the bowyer.
As he poured into his explanation for the bow he chose, she couldn’t help but snort derisively at his observation. She’d never chosen a bow because it was fashionable, but on how it felt in her grip and if it affected her aim and accuracy. Still, she was curious as to his observation. She’d never found them to be more accurate. But, then again, she had smaller arms than he and it was harder for her to keep control of such a bow on the release. “Well…. I suppose when you simply need to shoot for distance, accuracy is less important...especially against a number of targets…” They strolled through the market speaking about weapon accuracy and grip control as a normal couple might speak of the events of the day or common interests. To anyone who might follow or listen, it was a remarkably peculiar conversation between a man and woman. But for Theo she could think of no other topic she’d rather be speaking on. She had four sisters who lamented the time of day, the dresses they wore, the men of court and the women who chased them for all hours of the day. And she’d listened to them for years; always providing sage advice, even if she found it to be tedious at times. Though she and Selene enjoyed talking and working with the horses. And as much as she truly enjoyed hearing how divinely beautiful she was, really that grew rather old as well. There was far more to her than her looks, though not many men seemed to realize that. So this break from the ordinary was refreshing.
She followed her normal path towards the typical bowyer she was aware of that did quality work. But Emilios veered right and off the given path. Hesitating for a moment, she twisted her fingertips together before turning to catch up with him on the stone pathway into a mostly unexplored section of town. As one would assume, not many women ventured down to this end.. Not many were interested in weaponry and the market had been so set up that many of the weapons merchants were in one area. She could barely get her sisters to stop at the Arrowsmith along the main path of merchants, nevermind down a side street. By this time he was talking about fletchings and the differences in them when she fell in step at his side again. She gave little care to the stares as they walked by; the ones that looked over her full frame as if she was something new that’d just come up for sale on the market. “I’m aware… ...How do they fire the arrows, then? I heard adding different elements to the metal when it was pliable helped with resiliency, but it could also weaken the head and make them less durable.”
Upon arriving at the bowyer, Emilios pacified her and bid her enter to speak to the bowyer herself. They’d traveled the entire distance in conversation and Theo wasn’t yet trying to find excuses in which to get away from him, which said something. She lifted her skirts and stepped into the small shop; sliding along the edge of the exterior as she ducked under the unfinished bows that hung from the ceiling. It was more cramped than the one she was used to attending, but the attention to detail was indeed there. She glanced over the bows as Emilios introduced her to the merchant; giving little notice to his disfigurement as her fingers traced the lines of the carved wood. His deep voice drew her regard though as he lifted a bow with intricate carvings on it. Hesitantly, she took it from him and smiled at the whimsey of the horses that ran along its length. There was a consciousness to detail in each face and the grip was smooth as to not impair the hold of the user. “....It’s quite lovely. Don’t the carvings impact the flexibility?” Her fingertips toyed with the tip of the bow where the leather was laced in between; wanting to test it, but not wanting to break or damage it if it wasn’t all they made it out to be. It was of Scythian design and therefore too curved for her own interest, but were the user it was made for strong and careful, they may be able to use it without it snapping.
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That sly smile remained on his face as he waited ever so patiently for her to finish her conversation with her sister and their guard. It was the quietest he’d been since they’d met and she couldn’t help but think it was merely because he was getting his way. Part of her hated that she was somehow satisfying him. The other part of her decided to just ignore that part as she had far more desire to go visit the bowyer.
As he poured into his explanation for the bow he chose, she couldn’t help but snort derisively at his observation. She’d never chosen a bow because it was fashionable, but on how it felt in her grip and if it affected her aim and accuracy. Still, she was curious as to his observation. She’d never found them to be more accurate. But, then again, she had smaller arms than he and it was harder for her to keep control of such a bow on the release. “Well…. I suppose when you simply need to shoot for distance, accuracy is less important...especially against a number of targets…” They strolled through the market speaking about weapon accuracy and grip control as a normal couple might speak of the events of the day or common interests. To anyone who might follow or listen, it was a remarkably peculiar conversation between a man and woman. But for Theo she could think of no other topic she’d rather be speaking on. She had four sisters who lamented the time of day, the dresses they wore, the men of court and the women who chased them for all hours of the day. And she’d listened to them for years; always providing sage advice, even if she found it to be tedious at times. Though she and Selene enjoyed talking and working with the horses. And as much as she truly enjoyed hearing how divinely beautiful she was, really that grew rather old as well. There was far more to her than her looks, though not many men seemed to realize that. So this break from the ordinary was refreshing.
She followed her normal path towards the typical bowyer she was aware of that did quality work. But Emilios veered right and off the given path. Hesitating for a moment, she twisted her fingertips together before turning to catch up with him on the stone pathway into a mostly unexplored section of town. As one would assume, not many women ventured down to this end.. Not many were interested in weaponry and the market had been so set up that many of the weapons merchants were in one area. She could barely get her sisters to stop at the Arrowsmith along the main path of merchants, nevermind down a side street. By this time he was talking about fletchings and the differences in them when she fell in step at his side again. She gave little care to the stares as they walked by; the ones that looked over her full frame as if she was something new that’d just come up for sale on the market. “I’m aware… ...How do they fire the arrows, then? I heard adding different elements to the metal when it was pliable helped with resiliency, but it could also weaken the head and make them less durable.”
Upon arriving at the bowyer, Emilios pacified her and bid her enter to speak to the bowyer herself. They’d traveled the entire distance in conversation and Theo wasn’t yet trying to find excuses in which to get away from him, which said something. She lifted her skirts and stepped into the small shop; sliding along the edge of the exterior as she ducked under the unfinished bows that hung from the ceiling. It was more cramped than the one she was used to attending, but the attention to detail was indeed there. She glanced over the bows as Emilios introduced her to the merchant; giving little notice to his disfigurement as her fingers traced the lines of the carved wood. His deep voice drew her regard though as he lifted a bow with intricate carvings on it. Hesitantly, she took it from him and smiled at the whimsey of the horses that ran along its length. There was a consciousness to detail in each face and the grip was smooth as to not impair the hold of the user. “....It’s quite lovely. Don’t the carvings impact the flexibility?” Her fingertips toyed with the tip of the bow where the leather was laced in between; wanting to test it, but not wanting to break or damage it if it wasn’t all they made it out to be. It was of Scythian design and therefore too curved for her own interest, but were the user it was made for strong and careful, they may be able to use it without it snapping.
That sly smile remained on his face as he waited ever so patiently for her to finish her conversation with her sister and their guard. It was the quietest he’d been since they’d met and she couldn’t help but think it was merely because he was getting his way. Part of her hated that she was somehow satisfying him. The other part of her decided to just ignore that part as she had far more desire to go visit the bowyer.
As he poured into his explanation for the bow he chose, she couldn’t help but snort derisively at his observation. She’d never chosen a bow because it was fashionable, but on how it felt in her grip and if it affected her aim and accuracy. Still, she was curious as to his observation. She’d never found them to be more accurate. But, then again, she had smaller arms than he and it was harder for her to keep control of such a bow on the release. “Well…. I suppose when you simply need to shoot for distance, accuracy is less important...especially against a number of targets…” They strolled through the market speaking about weapon accuracy and grip control as a normal couple might speak of the events of the day or common interests. To anyone who might follow or listen, it was a remarkably peculiar conversation between a man and woman. But for Theo she could think of no other topic she’d rather be speaking on. She had four sisters who lamented the time of day, the dresses they wore, the men of court and the women who chased them for all hours of the day. And she’d listened to them for years; always providing sage advice, even if she found it to be tedious at times. Though she and Selene enjoyed talking and working with the horses. And as much as she truly enjoyed hearing how divinely beautiful she was, really that grew rather old as well. There was far more to her than her looks, though not many men seemed to realize that. So this break from the ordinary was refreshing.
She followed her normal path towards the typical bowyer she was aware of that did quality work. But Emilios veered right and off the given path. Hesitating for a moment, she twisted her fingertips together before turning to catch up with him on the stone pathway into a mostly unexplored section of town. As one would assume, not many women ventured down to this end.. Not many were interested in weaponry and the market had been so set up that many of the weapons merchants were in one area. She could barely get her sisters to stop at the Arrowsmith along the main path of merchants, nevermind down a side street. By this time he was talking about fletchings and the differences in them when she fell in step at his side again. She gave little care to the stares as they walked by; the ones that looked over her full frame as if she was something new that’d just come up for sale on the market. “I’m aware… ...How do they fire the arrows, then? I heard adding different elements to the metal when it was pliable helped with resiliency, but it could also weaken the head and make them less durable.”
Upon arriving at the bowyer, Emilios pacified her and bid her enter to speak to the bowyer herself. They’d traveled the entire distance in conversation and Theo wasn’t yet trying to find excuses in which to get away from him, which said something. She lifted her skirts and stepped into the small shop; sliding along the edge of the exterior as she ducked under the unfinished bows that hung from the ceiling. It was more cramped than the one she was used to attending, but the attention to detail was indeed there. She glanced over the bows as Emilios introduced her to the merchant; giving little notice to his disfigurement as her fingers traced the lines of the carved wood. His deep voice drew her regard though as he lifted a bow with intricate carvings on it. Hesitantly, she took it from him and smiled at the whimsey of the horses that ran along its length. There was a consciousness to detail in each face and the grip was smooth as to not impair the hold of the user. “....It’s quite lovely. Don’t the carvings impact the flexibility?” Her fingertips toyed with the tip of the bow where the leather was laced in between; wanting to test it, but not wanting to break or damage it if it wasn’t all they made it out to be. It was of Scythian design and therefore too curved for her own interest, but were the user it was made for strong and careful, they may be able to use it without it snapping.
It was refreshing to watch her, to watch the way she continued to misjudge him and yet, still followed him as he weaved her down a path that she was unfamiliar with the area in which they were going. Without meaning to, she trusted him enough to follow where he led without any questions of his intentions. Theodora may have not planned to give him the time of day, but now she had committed to at least an afternoon with him. He had nothing more to offer her but a good afternoon of intrigue.
He liked that she seemed to be happy enough to at least entertain her own curiosity.
Emilios watched her with care, interested to see how she would feel among the working class, the side of the city that she rarely was accustomed to seeing. Maybe part of the reason he brought her to Maric’s shop was to be able to better gauge her own character. To see how she would handle someone who wasn’t skilled but not at all physically appealing. It was wholly selfish of him to do so, to see if she was more than just a woman who found the use of a bow appealing. It shouldn’t have mattered to him, how she handled his good friend. But to see her look past the disfiguring man to see the good of him.
To know that she was more… He couldn’t place why it was important. But he needed to know.
The bow was handled with great care, as he leaned back to watch their interaction. “It can, to weak wood. Oak is a good, hardwood that can handle the manipulation. As long as you keep the pattern as close to the handle as you can, it won’t hurt the integrity of the weapon.” Maric explained, grabbing a different, softer wood. “Now, you can pick a young wood, still green at the core, if you want flexibility. Do you have a preference M’lady?” He asked, wondering if she knew what the difference would provide her.
“We were talking to the finer art of arrows on our way over. And on how the smelting can make for stronger but lighter arrowheads. I was going to take her to the smith to watch how they do it.” He was grinning, “Though I do fear it may be a bit hot for her to handle.” His attention had been on Theo the entire time, although now he was smiling right at her. “Have you ever been to a true blacksmith’s shop before, Lady Leventi?” His bright blue eyes were challenging her, wondering just how much she was willing to play along before it was too far outside her comfort zone.
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It was refreshing to watch her, to watch the way she continued to misjudge him and yet, still followed him as he weaved her down a path that she was unfamiliar with the area in which they were going. Without meaning to, she trusted him enough to follow where he led without any questions of his intentions. Theodora may have not planned to give him the time of day, but now she had committed to at least an afternoon with him. He had nothing more to offer her but a good afternoon of intrigue.
He liked that she seemed to be happy enough to at least entertain her own curiosity.
Emilios watched her with care, interested to see how she would feel among the working class, the side of the city that she rarely was accustomed to seeing. Maybe part of the reason he brought her to Maric’s shop was to be able to better gauge her own character. To see how she would handle someone who wasn’t skilled but not at all physically appealing. It was wholly selfish of him to do so, to see if she was more than just a woman who found the use of a bow appealing. It shouldn’t have mattered to him, how she handled his good friend. But to see her look past the disfiguring man to see the good of him.
To know that she was more… He couldn’t place why it was important. But he needed to know.
The bow was handled with great care, as he leaned back to watch their interaction. “It can, to weak wood. Oak is a good, hardwood that can handle the manipulation. As long as you keep the pattern as close to the handle as you can, it won’t hurt the integrity of the weapon.” Maric explained, grabbing a different, softer wood. “Now, you can pick a young wood, still green at the core, if you want flexibility. Do you have a preference M’lady?” He asked, wondering if she knew what the difference would provide her.
“We were talking to the finer art of arrows on our way over. And on how the smelting can make for stronger but lighter arrowheads. I was going to take her to the smith to watch how they do it.” He was grinning, “Though I do fear it may be a bit hot for her to handle.” His attention had been on Theo the entire time, although now he was smiling right at her. “Have you ever been to a true blacksmith’s shop before, Lady Leventi?” His bright blue eyes were challenging her, wondering just how much she was willing to play along before it was too far outside her comfort zone.
It was refreshing to watch her, to watch the way she continued to misjudge him and yet, still followed him as he weaved her down a path that she was unfamiliar with the area in which they were going. Without meaning to, she trusted him enough to follow where he led without any questions of his intentions. Theodora may have not planned to give him the time of day, but now she had committed to at least an afternoon with him. He had nothing more to offer her but a good afternoon of intrigue.
He liked that she seemed to be happy enough to at least entertain her own curiosity.
Emilios watched her with care, interested to see how she would feel among the working class, the side of the city that she rarely was accustomed to seeing. Maybe part of the reason he brought her to Maric’s shop was to be able to better gauge her own character. To see how she would handle someone who wasn’t skilled but not at all physically appealing. It was wholly selfish of him to do so, to see if she was more than just a woman who found the use of a bow appealing. It shouldn’t have mattered to him, how she handled his good friend. But to see her look past the disfiguring man to see the good of him.
To know that she was more… He couldn’t place why it was important. But he needed to know.
The bow was handled with great care, as he leaned back to watch their interaction. “It can, to weak wood. Oak is a good, hardwood that can handle the manipulation. As long as you keep the pattern as close to the handle as you can, it won’t hurt the integrity of the weapon.” Maric explained, grabbing a different, softer wood. “Now, you can pick a young wood, still green at the core, if you want flexibility. Do you have a preference M’lady?” He asked, wondering if she knew what the difference would provide her.
“We were talking to the finer art of arrows on our way over. And on how the smelting can make for stronger but lighter arrowheads. I was going to take her to the smith to watch how they do it.” He was grinning, “Though I do fear it may be a bit hot for her to handle.” His attention had been on Theo the entire time, although now he was smiling right at her. “Have you ever been to a true blacksmith’s shop before, Lady Leventi?” His bright blue eyes were challenging her, wondering just how much she was willing to play along before it was too far outside her comfort zone.
Theo had never been the type to judge someone based on their appearance. Perhaps the reason was she'd been judged by hers for so long she knew that a person's worth wasn't measured in how pleasing they were to the eye. The bower was clearly skilled in his craft; that was apparent when walking into the meager shop. Whether he was disfigured from battle didn't detract from that.
With his explanation of the woods, Theo nodded and she set the carved bow down so she could take up the more flexible bow as he explained that greener wood leant to more pliability. She lifted the bow and drew back the string to watch it's flexibility, then released it; her grip tightening on the handle. She wasn't terribly fond of the recoil on that one, but it was a fine piece none the less. As if reading her mind, the man asked her her preferences in woods.
She set the bow down as she responded and lifted the third; a Scythian with deeply curved arches. It was lightweight and easy to handle. “I've only ever preferred yew wood. I'm afraid I'm a creature of habit, you see.. once I find something I'm fond of I tend to be quite loyal. My current bow is five years old, but I can't imagine having to use anything else..."
Theo lifted the bow and drew back the string on the third bow as Emilios mentioned their conversation about the smith and how they would be going next to visit them. With his condescension, Theo scoffed and let the cord release; disliking the recoil immensely. She wrinkled her nose and set it back down. “Lord Mikaelidas... What sort of horsewoman would I be if I wasn't comfortable around a smith? I look forward to meeting him. I'm finding today to be quite informative. I promise you I'm not so delicate as to not be able to withstand the heat of a fire..”
She looked above his head to observe more of the bows that hung from the ceiling as she spoke to the bower. “Now... if you please.. show me something that may be a temptation, if you think you have it. I've spent nothing today and it seems my money is feeling quite flighty..”
She walked about the shop with the man for some time; allowing him to show her different types of bows with all different manners of shapes, carvings, and woods. At the end of it all, she decided that she rather liked her own bow... but if she was ever in the market she would certainly return to him with a deeper understanding of what her preference would be. She did, however, purchase a new set of fletchings from the vendor before leaving with fond farewells to go see the arrowsmith. As they walked, she remained close to Emilios; toying with one of the fletchings between her fingertips as she looked at many of the smaller vendors that sold knives, daggers and blades from their carts. It was a veritable arsenal, it seemed and no wonder why the women she knew didn't often venture this way. As she'd grown up with women she'd never taken up a sword and didn't think she'd be very good with knives or daggers. There was something romantic about a bow and arrow, however. It brought on images of Artemis on the hunt and men from high palace walls; bows bent at the ready.
She turned to stare at Emilios's profile as they walked. When he wasn't attempting to charm his way beneath her skirts he was actually quite tolerable. He didn't attempt to placate her or shield her from the world. Instead, he challenged her to experience something new. ...Not that she was able to make a well-rounded judgment about the man as of yet.. but perhaps she didn't detest him. ...And truth be told, he was fairly nice to look at. He was so similar to his brother... or at least what she remembered of him. But his hair was fairer; his eyes softer and more charming. He had a strong jawline and broad shoulders, and he was tall. She wondered if Achilleas was of such stature now. She wondered if the older brother ever thought of her.. if he even remembered their kiss on the beach. ..As it'd been almost twenty years, she doubted it. But he was of good stock; royal blood and heir to a barony. She supposed a great many things could be overlooked for such a match. Perhaps if she was very lucky Emilios would remind him of her and recommend her as a suitable match. Perhaps for that, she should at least attempt to be more friendly to him. She doubted highly that he would be content in having a shrew as a sister-in-law, after all. “...Emilios... I thought you were purchasing a new bow?” She looked back in the direction of the bowery as if remembering this small detail of his story. ..But they'd left and he'd not purchased a single thing.
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Theo had never been the type to judge someone based on their appearance. Perhaps the reason was she'd been judged by hers for so long she knew that a person's worth wasn't measured in how pleasing they were to the eye. The bower was clearly skilled in his craft; that was apparent when walking into the meager shop. Whether he was disfigured from battle didn't detract from that.
With his explanation of the woods, Theo nodded and she set the carved bow down so she could take up the more flexible bow as he explained that greener wood leant to more pliability. She lifted the bow and drew back the string to watch it's flexibility, then released it; her grip tightening on the handle. She wasn't terribly fond of the recoil on that one, but it was a fine piece none the less. As if reading her mind, the man asked her her preferences in woods.
She set the bow down as she responded and lifted the third; a Scythian with deeply curved arches. It was lightweight and easy to handle. “I've only ever preferred yew wood. I'm afraid I'm a creature of habit, you see.. once I find something I'm fond of I tend to be quite loyal. My current bow is five years old, but I can't imagine having to use anything else..."
Theo lifted the bow and drew back the string on the third bow as Emilios mentioned their conversation about the smith and how they would be going next to visit them. With his condescension, Theo scoffed and let the cord release; disliking the recoil immensely. She wrinkled her nose and set it back down. “Lord Mikaelidas... What sort of horsewoman would I be if I wasn't comfortable around a smith? I look forward to meeting him. I'm finding today to be quite informative. I promise you I'm not so delicate as to not be able to withstand the heat of a fire..”
She looked above his head to observe more of the bows that hung from the ceiling as she spoke to the bower. “Now... if you please.. show me something that may be a temptation, if you think you have it. I've spent nothing today and it seems my money is feeling quite flighty..”
She walked about the shop with the man for some time; allowing him to show her different types of bows with all different manners of shapes, carvings, and woods. At the end of it all, she decided that she rather liked her own bow... but if she was ever in the market she would certainly return to him with a deeper understanding of what her preference would be. She did, however, purchase a new set of fletchings from the vendor before leaving with fond farewells to go see the arrowsmith. As they walked, she remained close to Emilios; toying with one of the fletchings between her fingertips as she looked at many of the smaller vendors that sold knives, daggers and blades from their carts. It was a veritable arsenal, it seemed and no wonder why the women she knew didn't often venture this way. As she'd grown up with women she'd never taken up a sword and didn't think she'd be very good with knives or daggers. There was something romantic about a bow and arrow, however. It brought on images of Artemis on the hunt and men from high palace walls; bows bent at the ready.
She turned to stare at Emilios's profile as they walked. When he wasn't attempting to charm his way beneath her skirts he was actually quite tolerable. He didn't attempt to placate her or shield her from the world. Instead, he challenged her to experience something new. ...Not that she was able to make a well-rounded judgment about the man as of yet.. but perhaps she didn't detest him. ...And truth be told, he was fairly nice to look at. He was so similar to his brother... or at least what she remembered of him. But his hair was fairer; his eyes softer and more charming. He had a strong jawline and broad shoulders, and he was tall. She wondered if Achilleas was of such stature now. She wondered if the older brother ever thought of her.. if he even remembered their kiss on the beach. ..As it'd been almost twenty years, she doubted it. But he was of good stock; royal blood and heir to a barony. She supposed a great many things could be overlooked for such a match. Perhaps if she was very lucky Emilios would remind him of her and recommend her as a suitable match. Perhaps for that, she should at least attempt to be more friendly to him. She doubted highly that he would be content in having a shrew as a sister-in-law, after all. “...Emilios... I thought you were purchasing a new bow?” She looked back in the direction of the bowery as if remembering this small detail of his story. ..But they'd left and he'd not purchased a single thing.
Theo had never been the type to judge someone based on their appearance. Perhaps the reason was she'd been judged by hers for so long she knew that a person's worth wasn't measured in how pleasing they were to the eye. The bower was clearly skilled in his craft; that was apparent when walking into the meager shop. Whether he was disfigured from battle didn't detract from that.
With his explanation of the woods, Theo nodded and she set the carved bow down so she could take up the more flexible bow as he explained that greener wood leant to more pliability. She lifted the bow and drew back the string to watch it's flexibility, then released it; her grip tightening on the handle. She wasn't terribly fond of the recoil on that one, but it was a fine piece none the less. As if reading her mind, the man asked her her preferences in woods.
She set the bow down as she responded and lifted the third; a Scythian with deeply curved arches. It was lightweight and easy to handle. “I've only ever preferred yew wood. I'm afraid I'm a creature of habit, you see.. once I find something I'm fond of I tend to be quite loyal. My current bow is five years old, but I can't imagine having to use anything else..."
Theo lifted the bow and drew back the string on the third bow as Emilios mentioned their conversation about the smith and how they would be going next to visit them. With his condescension, Theo scoffed and let the cord release; disliking the recoil immensely. She wrinkled her nose and set it back down. “Lord Mikaelidas... What sort of horsewoman would I be if I wasn't comfortable around a smith? I look forward to meeting him. I'm finding today to be quite informative. I promise you I'm not so delicate as to not be able to withstand the heat of a fire..”
She looked above his head to observe more of the bows that hung from the ceiling as she spoke to the bower. “Now... if you please.. show me something that may be a temptation, if you think you have it. I've spent nothing today and it seems my money is feeling quite flighty..”
She walked about the shop with the man for some time; allowing him to show her different types of bows with all different manners of shapes, carvings, and woods. At the end of it all, she decided that she rather liked her own bow... but if she was ever in the market she would certainly return to him with a deeper understanding of what her preference would be. She did, however, purchase a new set of fletchings from the vendor before leaving with fond farewells to go see the arrowsmith. As they walked, she remained close to Emilios; toying with one of the fletchings between her fingertips as she looked at many of the smaller vendors that sold knives, daggers and blades from their carts. It was a veritable arsenal, it seemed and no wonder why the women she knew didn't often venture this way. As she'd grown up with women she'd never taken up a sword and didn't think she'd be very good with knives or daggers. There was something romantic about a bow and arrow, however. It brought on images of Artemis on the hunt and men from high palace walls; bows bent at the ready.
She turned to stare at Emilios's profile as they walked. When he wasn't attempting to charm his way beneath her skirts he was actually quite tolerable. He didn't attempt to placate her or shield her from the world. Instead, he challenged her to experience something new. ...Not that she was able to make a well-rounded judgment about the man as of yet.. but perhaps she didn't detest him. ...And truth be told, he was fairly nice to look at. He was so similar to his brother... or at least what she remembered of him. But his hair was fairer; his eyes softer and more charming. He had a strong jawline and broad shoulders, and he was tall. She wondered if Achilleas was of such stature now. She wondered if the older brother ever thought of her.. if he even remembered their kiss on the beach. ..As it'd been almost twenty years, she doubted it. But he was of good stock; royal blood and heir to a barony. She supposed a great many things could be overlooked for such a match. Perhaps if she was very lucky Emilios would remind him of her and recommend her as a suitable match. Perhaps for that, she should at least attempt to be more friendly to him. She doubted highly that he would be content in having a shrew as a sister-in-law, after all. “...Emilios... I thought you were purchasing a new bow?” She looked back in the direction of the bowery as if remembering this small detail of his story. ..But they'd left and he'd not purchased a single thing.
The make of a person was how they handled any situation that may make them uncomfortable. Theodora was high born, and that meant she was offered every comfort that could be provided to her. Some people would have looked down at the man and his humble craft, and yet she was acting as if he was a king. Not only was she attentive and accommodating, but she was also inquisitive and respective. She recognized his wealth of knowledge and continued to ask questions to further her own knowledge in the art of bows. He watched them, his eyes bright with obvious amusement.
Part of him was a bit taken back by the simple joy she seemed to get from the man. But he was quickly learning that he needed to stop making assumptions about her. Emilios was determined to stop that immediately and accept her as she was.
While the two of them seemed to bond over the finer points of bowers and wood, Emilios moved into the back of the storeroom. The bow he had purchased was already finished, waiting for his approval before it was to be delivered. As he handled the bow, stretching it back to test the pliability of it. He wanted to sneak into the back, to run a few arrows through it. But he had known that the man would have done so already. So instead of leaving her totally alone with the shop owner, he put the bow back down and made his way back to where he’d been. They were taking their time, and he was in no hurry, enjoying the juxtaposition of her in her finery among the simpler wood.
Emilios leaned into Maric, letting him know that the bow was perfect and that he had left the gold for it in the back. The bower promised delivery in the morning, and the exchange lasted no more than a brief moment.
As they exited the store, the younger Mikaelidas son steered her towards some of the better craftsmen in this side of the market. Had she come on her own, the chances of her being accosted were high. But, since he was with her, she was well protected simply by having him there. Most of the vendors knew him, had made things for him personally and recognized his position as the cousin to the royal family. And since most of the common people respected the King, there was no reason to show him any animosity. They were free to wander, to look at the different wares. He pointed out a few of the finer pieces or more of the delicate arts that were done by finely skilled craftsmen. They wandered slowly through the area, and neither of them was rushed in their actions.
Like most blacksmiths, it was tucked in the very back corner of the market, away from everything else. Most of the other people didn’t like the heat or the smoke that was produced by the fires. And it required ventilation to keep the fires as hot as they need to be. As they moved that direction, her question made him smile. ”We settled up while you were toying with the last few bows. He’ll deliver it in the morning.” Walking around the market with a weapon openly was usually frowned upon, save for the smaller blades people kept on them for protection. Besides, he didn’t want someone to try and steal it from him, as it would be easy to pluck from his shoulder to take off with.
”The smith is working on a few arrowheads for me. Perhaps he’s got one on the anvil now.” The closer they got, the heavier the smell of fire and steel was in the air. There were a few horses in the back, waiting to be shoed by the farrier who shared the space with him. Pad, a man with a thick, foreign accent, greeted him by name as he walked up, moving to grab a pouch for him. Emilios clapped him on the back as he handed it to him, pulling out highly shined steeled arrowheads, handing one to Theo. ”See how light they are? Careful with the edge, these aren’t for sport.” Setting on into her open palm, he asked Pad to show them how he mixed the metal from Colchis together to make the specialized, light arrowheads.
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The make of a person was how they handled any situation that may make them uncomfortable. Theodora was high born, and that meant she was offered every comfort that could be provided to her. Some people would have looked down at the man and his humble craft, and yet she was acting as if he was a king. Not only was she attentive and accommodating, but she was also inquisitive and respective. She recognized his wealth of knowledge and continued to ask questions to further her own knowledge in the art of bows. He watched them, his eyes bright with obvious amusement.
Part of him was a bit taken back by the simple joy she seemed to get from the man. But he was quickly learning that he needed to stop making assumptions about her. Emilios was determined to stop that immediately and accept her as she was.
While the two of them seemed to bond over the finer points of bowers and wood, Emilios moved into the back of the storeroom. The bow he had purchased was already finished, waiting for his approval before it was to be delivered. As he handled the bow, stretching it back to test the pliability of it. He wanted to sneak into the back, to run a few arrows through it. But he had known that the man would have done so already. So instead of leaving her totally alone with the shop owner, he put the bow back down and made his way back to where he’d been. They were taking their time, and he was in no hurry, enjoying the juxtaposition of her in her finery among the simpler wood.
Emilios leaned into Maric, letting him know that the bow was perfect and that he had left the gold for it in the back. The bower promised delivery in the morning, and the exchange lasted no more than a brief moment.
As they exited the store, the younger Mikaelidas son steered her towards some of the better craftsmen in this side of the market. Had she come on her own, the chances of her being accosted were high. But, since he was with her, she was well protected simply by having him there. Most of the vendors knew him, had made things for him personally and recognized his position as the cousin to the royal family. And since most of the common people respected the King, there was no reason to show him any animosity. They were free to wander, to look at the different wares. He pointed out a few of the finer pieces or more of the delicate arts that were done by finely skilled craftsmen. They wandered slowly through the area, and neither of them was rushed in their actions.
Like most blacksmiths, it was tucked in the very back corner of the market, away from everything else. Most of the other people didn’t like the heat or the smoke that was produced by the fires. And it required ventilation to keep the fires as hot as they need to be. As they moved that direction, her question made him smile. ”We settled up while you were toying with the last few bows. He’ll deliver it in the morning.” Walking around the market with a weapon openly was usually frowned upon, save for the smaller blades people kept on them for protection. Besides, he didn’t want someone to try and steal it from him, as it would be easy to pluck from his shoulder to take off with.
”The smith is working on a few arrowheads for me. Perhaps he’s got one on the anvil now.” The closer they got, the heavier the smell of fire and steel was in the air. There were a few horses in the back, waiting to be shoed by the farrier who shared the space with him. Pad, a man with a thick, foreign accent, greeted him by name as he walked up, moving to grab a pouch for him. Emilios clapped him on the back as he handed it to him, pulling out highly shined steeled arrowheads, handing one to Theo. ”See how light they are? Careful with the edge, these aren’t for sport.” Setting on into her open palm, he asked Pad to show them how he mixed the metal from Colchis together to make the specialized, light arrowheads.
The make of a person was how they handled any situation that may make them uncomfortable. Theodora was high born, and that meant she was offered every comfort that could be provided to her. Some people would have looked down at the man and his humble craft, and yet she was acting as if he was a king. Not only was she attentive and accommodating, but she was also inquisitive and respective. She recognized his wealth of knowledge and continued to ask questions to further her own knowledge in the art of bows. He watched them, his eyes bright with obvious amusement.
Part of him was a bit taken back by the simple joy she seemed to get from the man. But he was quickly learning that he needed to stop making assumptions about her. Emilios was determined to stop that immediately and accept her as she was.
While the two of them seemed to bond over the finer points of bowers and wood, Emilios moved into the back of the storeroom. The bow he had purchased was already finished, waiting for his approval before it was to be delivered. As he handled the bow, stretching it back to test the pliability of it. He wanted to sneak into the back, to run a few arrows through it. But he had known that the man would have done so already. So instead of leaving her totally alone with the shop owner, he put the bow back down and made his way back to where he’d been. They were taking their time, and he was in no hurry, enjoying the juxtaposition of her in her finery among the simpler wood.
Emilios leaned into Maric, letting him know that the bow was perfect and that he had left the gold for it in the back. The bower promised delivery in the morning, and the exchange lasted no more than a brief moment.
As they exited the store, the younger Mikaelidas son steered her towards some of the better craftsmen in this side of the market. Had she come on her own, the chances of her being accosted were high. But, since he was with her, she was well protected simply by having him there. Most of the vendors knew him, had made things for him personally and recognized his position as the cousin to the royal family. And since most of the common people respected the King, there was no reason to show him any animosity. They were free to wander, to look at the different wares. He pointed out a few of the finer pieces or more of the delicate arts that were done by finely skilled craftsmen. They wandered slowly through the area, and neither of them was rushed in their actions.
Like most blacksmiths, it was tucked in the very back corner of the market, away from everything else. Most of the other people didn’t like the heat or the smoke that was produced by the fires. And it required ventilation to keep the fires as hot as they need to be. As they moved that direction, her question made him smile. ”We settled up while you were toying with the last few bows. He’ll deliver it in the morning.” Walking around the market with a weapon openly was usually frowned upon, save for the smaller blades people kept on them for protection. Besides, he didn’t want someone to try and steal it from him, as it would be easy to pluck from his shoulder to take off with.
”The smith is working on a few arrowheads for me. Perhaps he’s got one on the anvil now.” The closer they got, the heavier the smell of fire and steel was in the air. There were a few horses in the back, waiting to be shoed by the farrier who shared the space with him. Pad, a man with a thick, foreign accent, greeted him by name as he walked up, moving to grab a pouch for him. Emilios clapped him on the back as he handed it to him, pulling out highly shined steeled arrowheads, handing one to Theo. ”See how light they are? Careful with the edge, these aren’t for sport.” Setting on into her open palm, he asked Pad to show them how he mixed the metal from Colchis together to make the specialized, light arrowheads.
Had she been so absent as to not notice when the transaction took place? It wasn’t very often that she didn’t observe things in acute detail, but perhaps she was lost there. Images of the bows flooded her mind; overwhelming her to the point of indecision. She’d been lost, for sure… a day spent at a new shop in the market she’d never been to.. With a proprietor of interest and skill. The world could have likely burned around them and she wouldn’t have noticed.
So she gave a small “hmm..” of acceptance for his explanation and allowed the subject to drop.. Though she would have liked to see what his preference was. Perhaps he could bring it one day for practice.
She wrinkled her nose and pushed the idea aside. Nothing good could come from having Emilios of Mikaelidas visit her. Lower born and known for his wayward antics with women, she really needed to stop considering time spent with him. ...But she should like to best him one day… She’d often shot better than she had the day he’d stumbled upon her. She was positive were they to meet when she was in fine form he would be rather impressed with her skill.
….Who was she kidding. He was an archer. It was his job; not a hobby.
The smell of burning timber and the sound of metal clanging against metal greeted her long before they’d reached the smith. She followed Emilios through the crowds of mostly men and then into the dark interior of the smithy’s forge. It smelled of smoke and hay and manure. Aside from the smoke, it was comforting as she’d spent so much time in her own stables. She said nothing as Emilios plucked up a bag and handed her an arrowhead; tucking her fletching away before taking it. She looked over the piece; turning it between her fingertips after he greeted the man. She thought to roll her eyes at him for his warning, but she was not so insolent. Nevertheless, she treated the edge with deference; as one would a knife edge.
The piece was indeed lighter than the average arrowhead and she found herself being drawn to the smith and how he worked his craft now as well. The heat of the fire was staggering and she held the arrow with one hand as she brushed back a few locks of hair with her other. But she watched with rapt attention as he poured the molten iron and mixed a different kind of metal with it over the flames. She moved closer to Emilios to get out of Pads way and peppered him with polite questions as he plied his trade.
Fingers toyed with the arrowhead absently; as she did with her fletchings. Twisting it between her digits absently and grazing her fingertip against the pointed top. But her penchant for fidgeting got the better of her and the tip of the arrow sank more deeply into the soft flesh of her fingertip than she’d expected; drawing blood as she hissed. She stepped away to look at the cut which wasn’t a terrible inconvenience but still stung. She glanced up at Emilios and her pursed her lips as she caught his eye. “Don’t say it…” She tucked her finger between her lips to stifle the bloodloss without thinking about it and held out the arrowhead for him to take; daring him to tell her he told her so.
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Had she been so absent as to not notice when the transaction took place? It wasn’t very often that she didn’t observe things in acute detail, but perhaps she was lost there. Images of the bows flooded her mind; overwhelming her to the point of indecision. She’d been lost, for sure… a day spent at a new shop in the market she’d never been to.. With a proprietor of interest and skill. The world could have likely burned around them and she wouldn’t have noticed.
So she gave a small “hmm..” of acceptance for his explanation and allowed the subject to drop.. Though she would have liked to see what his preference was. Perhaps he could bring it one day for practice.
She wrinkled her nose and pushed the idea aside. Nothing good could come from having Emilios of Mikaelidas visit her. Lower born and known for his wayward antics with women, she really needed to stop considering time spent with him. ...But she should like to best him one day… She’d often shot better than she had the day he’d stumbled upon her. She was positive were they to meet when she was in fine form he would be rather impressed with her skill.
….Who was she kidding. He was an archer. It was his job; not a hobby.
The smell of burning timber and the sound of metal clanging against metal greeted her long before they’d reached the smith. She followed Emilios through the crowds of mostly men and then into the dark interior of the smithy’s forge. It smelled of smoke and hay and manure. Aside from the smoke, it was comforting as she’d spent so much time in her own stables. She said nothing as Emilios plucked up a bag and handed her an arrowhead; tucking her fletching away before taking it. She looked over the piece; turning it between her fingertips after he greeted the man. She thought to roll her eyes at him for his warning, but she was not so insolent. Nevertheless, she treated the edge with deference; as one would a knife edge.
The piece was indeed lighter than the average arrowhead and she found herself being drawn to the smith and how he worked his craft now as well. The heat of the fire was staggering and she held the arrow with one hand as she brushed back a few locks of hair with her other. But she watched with rapt attention as he poured the molten iron and mixed a different kind of metal with it over the flames. She moved closer to Emilios to get out of Pads way and peppered him with polite questions as he plied his trade.
Fingers toyed with the arrowhead absently; as she did with her fletchings. Twisting it between her digits absently and grazing her fingertip against the pointed top. But her penchant for fidgeting got the better of her and the tip of the arrow sank more deeply into the soft flesh of her fingertip than she’d expected; drawing blood as she hissed. She stepped away to look at the cut which wasn’t a terrible inconvenience but still stung. She glanced up at Emilios and her pursed her lips as she caught his eye. “Don’t say it…” She tucked her finger between her lips to stifle the bloodloss without thinking about it and held out the arrowhead for him to take; daring him to tell her he told her so.
Had she been so absent as to not notice when the transaction took place? It wasn’t very often that she didn’t observe things in acute detail, but perhaps she was lost there. Images of the bows flooded her mind; overwhelming her to the point of indecision. She’d been lost, for sure… a day spent at a new shop in the market she’d never been to.. With a proprietor of interest and skill. The world could have likely burned around them and she wouldn’t have noticed.
So she gave a small “hmm..” of acceptance for his explanation and allowed the subject to drop.. Though she would have liked to see what his preference was. Perhaps he could bring it one day for practice.
She wrinkled her nose and pushed the idea aside. Nothing good could come from having Emilios of Mikaelidas visit her. Lower born and known for his wayward antics with women, she really needed to stop considering time spent with him. ...But she should like to best him one day… She’d often shot better than she had the day he’d stumbled upon her. She was positive were they to meet when she was in fine form he would be rather impressed with her skill.
….Who was she kidding. He was an archer. It was his job; not a hobby.
The smell of burning timber and the sound of metal clanging against metal greeted her long before they’d reached the smith. She followed Emilios through the crowds of mostly men and then into the dark interior of the smithy’s forge. It smelled of smoke and hay and manure. Aside from the smoke, it was comforting as she’d spent so much time in her own stables. She said nothing as Emilios plucked up a bag and handed her an arrowhead; tucking her fletching away before taking it. She looked over the piece; turning it between her fingertips after he greeted the man. She thought to roll her eyes at him for his warning, but she was not so insolent. Nevertheless, she treated the edge with deference; as one would a knife edge.
The piece was indeed lighter than the average arrowhead and she found herself being drawn to the smith and how he worked his craft now as well. The heat of the fire was staggering and she held the arrow with one hand as she brushed back a few locks of hair with her other. But she watched with rapt attention as he poured the molten iron and mixed a different kind of metal with it over the flames. She moved closer to Emilios to get out of Pads way and peppered him with polite questions as he plied his trade.
Fingers toyed with the arrowhead absently; as she did with her fletchings. Twisting it between her digits absently and grazing her fingertip against the pointed top. But her penchant for fidgeting got the better of her and the tip of the arrow sank more deeply into the soft flesh of her fingertip than she’d expected; drawing blood as she hissed. She stepped away to look at the cut which wasn’t a terrible inconvenience but still stung. She glanced up at Emilios and her pursed her lips as she caught his eye. “Don’t say it…” She tucked her finger between her lips to stifle the bloodloss without thinking about it and held out the arrowhead for him to take; daring him to tell her he told her so.
