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Nethis kept herself positioned near her pregnant young sister as she immediately felt the need to protect her from onslaughts of insults and peasantry. She was going to answer her sister, though as if the gods knew the sisters needed to be together, Thea came to their side in a swiftness. Nethis smiled at her other sister as she also embraced her with a gentle hug, “Praise the gods, we are all here.” Nethis said with a sly look towards Zanon, before pulling away from Thea and returning her gaze towards the commotion that wishes for a noose around the delicate neck of her sister, or to see her burn and later scattered in the wind. Nethis felt a burning sensation that coursed through her veins, and at that moment she knew this mob was only the beginning. Nethis has a slow rising temper because it is imperative that her judgements are of a clear and sound mind, otherwise she would be acting out of emotion instead of rational. Although, the amount of idiocy that surrounded is encouraging to act a little beside her grandeur. Nethis fixed her question, more so towards her sisters as she spoke softly, “I would like to know who was ill-fated enough to assume that this murder is at the fault of Evras… I have yet the chance to observe the body, or make investigations of my own though I do not believe any of us should be near it at the moment,” Nethis said to her sister, “Rest assured Evras, you need not to worry now that we are here.”
In times like these, Nethis is in her element as she is a scheming Queen and can put out fires faster than rain when given enough time. Time is all Nethis needs to make her destruction a silent, yet quick storm. Nethis is a commander, she learned a lot from her father and there is still room to improve on but taking charge in matters like these is whats going to make Nethis a powerful figure as she ages. The eldest Thanasi placed her eyes on Mihail for a moment, before continuing to speak, “At this moment in time it is important to minimize as much damage as possible,” Nethis looked towards Thea with a sharp eye as she spoke in a rushed tone, “Thea, I need you to gather as much information as you possibly can without getting too close, though if you can get to the body without being noticed that may suit us better.” Nethis placed a calm hand on her younger sister’s shoulder as she spoke, “I believe we should retire somewhere away from all of this commotion.”
Within the same breath of addressing Evras, Nethis turned to Zanon, projecting her voice, delicately, so he could hear her as she spoke to him, “Your Highness, I do agree that we should all stand tall and of the utmost dignity in this time, but I do not believe the Princess is in any state to stand here with your child in these dreadful circumstances, especially at the maw of crazed, raving men and women who would enjoy to see her harmed.” Nethis continued, “I am sure you can find a way to withdraw my sister to somewhere more private, where she may rest? This is a horrendous crime that needs to be investigated, and from what I understand, these accusations are of a woman who is heavily pregnant? I highly doubt, Evras would be able to do such a thing, do you not agree?” Nethis tried to speak as non-condescending as possible, though truthfully, she could care less what the Kotas monarch thinks, because Nethis is only there for her sister. The state of the matter simply does not make sense to Nethis, because how would a woman so far long in her pregnancy be even capable of removing a young man’s organs – though its not even the fact that it’s a woman in question, but that it is Evras. Of a family of Serpents, Nethis wouldn’t deem Evras as the kind to be so rash. Knowing that it would endanger herself, her marriage, and the safety of her soon to be child.
Nethis turned around to hear the voice of a woman, an eyebrow raised as she heard part of her words. The Lady only heard partly, but it was enough for Nethis to gather that the gods are playing with the fates. “I believe we have a witness…” Nethis said lowly as she turned back to Zanon with an expectant gaze.
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Nethis kept herself positioned near her pregnant young sister as she immediately felt the need to protect her from onslaughts of insults and peasantry. She was going to answer her sister, though as if the gods knew the sisters needed to be together, Thea came to their side in a swiftness. Nethis smiled at her other sister as she also embraced her with a gentle hug, “Praise the gods, we are all here.” Nethis said with a sly look towards Zanon, before pulling away from Thea and returning her gaze towards the commotion that wishes for a noose around the delicate neck of her sister, or to see her burn and later scattered in the wind. Nethis felt a burning sensation that coursed through her veins, and at that moment she knew this mob was only the beginning. Nethis has a slow rising temper because it is imperative that her judgements are of a clear and sound mind, otherwise she would be acting out of emotion instead of rational. Although, the amount of idiocy that surrounded is encouraging to act a little beside her grandeur. Nethis fixed her question, more so towards her sisters as she spoke softly, “I would like to know who was ill-fated enough to assume that this murder is at the fault of Evras… I have yet the chance to observe the body, or make investigations of my own though I do not believe any of us should be near it at the moment,” Nethis said to her sister, “Rest assured Evras, you need not to worry now that we are here.”
In times like these, Nethis is in her element as she is a scheming Queen and can put out fires faster than rain when given enough time. Time is all Nethis needs to make her destruction a silent, yet quick storm. Nethis is a commander, she learned a lot from her father and there is still room to improve on but taking charge in matters like these is whats going to make Nethis a powerful figure as she ages. The eldest Thanasi placed her eyes on Mihail for a moment, before continuing to speak, “At this moment in time it is important to minimize as much damage as possible,” Nethis looked towards Thea with a sharp eye as she spoke in a rushed tone, “Thea, I need you to gather as much information as you possibly can without getting too close, though if you can get to the body without being noticed that may suit us better.” Nethis placed a calm hand on her younger sister’s shoulder as she spoke, “I believe we should retire somewhere away from all of this commotion.”
Within the same breath of addressing Evras, Nethis turned to Zanon, projecting her voice, delicately, so he could hear her as she spoke to him, “Your Highness, I do agree that we should all stand tall and of the utmost dignity in this time, but I do not believe the Princess is in any state to stand here with your child in these dreadful circumstances, especially at the maw of crazed, raving men and women who would enjoy to see her harmed.” Nethis continued, “I am sure you can find a way to withdraw my sister to somewhere more private, where she may rest? This is a horrendous crime that needs to be investigated, and from what I understand, these accusations are of a woman who is heavily pregnant? I highly doubt, Evras would be able to do such a thing, do you not agree?” Nethis tried to speak as non-condescending as possible, though truthfully, she could care less what the Kotas monarch thinks, because Nethis is only there for her sister. The state of the matter simply does not make sense to Nethis, because how would a woman so far long in her pregnancy be even capable of removing a young man’s organs – though its not even the fact that it’s a woman in question, but that it is Evras. Of a family of Serpents, Nethis wouldn’t deem Evras as the kind to be so rash. Knowing that it would endanger herself, her marriage, and the safety of her soon to be child.
Nethis turned around to hear the voice of a woman, an eyebrow raised as she heard part of her words. The Lady only heard partly, but it was enough for Nethis to gather that the gods are playing with the fates. “I believe we have a witness…” Nethis said lowly as she turned back to Zanon with an expectant gaze.
Nethis kept herself positioned near her pregnant young sister as she immediately felt the need to protect her from onslaughts of insults and peasantry. She was going to answer her sister, though as if the gods knew the sisters needed to be together, Thea came to their side in a swiftness. Nethis smiled at her other sister as she also embraced her with a gentle hug, “Praise the gods, we are all here.” Nethis said with a sly look towards Zanon, before pulling away from Thea and returning her gaze towards the commotion that wishes for a noose around the delicate neck of her sister, or to see her burn and later scattered in the wind. Nethis felt a burning sensation that coursed through her veins, and at that moment she knew this mob was only the beginning. Nethis has a slow rising temper because it is imperative that her judgements are of a clear and sound mind, otherwise she would be acting out of emotion instead of rational. Although, the amount of idiocy that surrounded is encouraging to act a little beside her grandeur. Nethis fixed her question, more so towards her sisters as she spoke softly, “I would like to know who was ill-fated enough to assume that this murder is at the fault of Evras… I have yet the chance to observe the body, or make investigations of my own though I do not believe any of us should be near it at the moment,” Nethis said to her sister, “Rest assured Evras, you need not to worry now that we are here.”
In times like these, Nethis is in her element as she is a scheming Queen and can put out fires faster than rain when given enough time. Time is all Nethis needs to make her destruction a silent, yet quick storm. Nethis is a commander, she learned a lot from her father and there is still room to improve on but taking charge in matters like these is whats going to make Nethis a powerful figure as she ages. The eldest Thanasi placed her eyes on Mihail for a moment, before continuing to speak, “At this moment in time it is important to minimize as much damage as possible,” Nethis looked towards Thea with a sharp eye as she spoke in a rushed tone, “Thea, I need you to gather as much information as you possibly can without getting too close, though if you can get to the body without being noticed that may suit us better.” Nethis placed a calm hand on her younger sister’s shoulder as she spoke, “I believe we should retire somewhere away from all of this commotion.”
Within the same breath of addressing Evras, Nethis turned to Zanon, projecting her voice, delicately, so he could hear her as she spoke to him, “Your Highness, I do agree that we should all stand tall and of the utmost dignity in this time, but I do not believe the Princess is in any state to stand here with your child in these dreadful circumstances, especially at the maw of crazed, raving men and women who would enjoy to see her harmed.” Nethis continued, “I am sure you can find a way to withdraw my sister to somewhere more private, where she may rest? This is a horrendous crime that needs to be investigated, and from what I understand, these accusations are of a woman who is heavily pregnant? I highly doubt, Evras would be able to do such a thing, do you not agree?” Nethis tried to speak as non-condescending as possible, though truthfully, she could care less what the Kotas monarch thinks, because Nethis is only there for her sister. The state of the matter simply does not make sense to Nethis, because how would a woman so far long in her pregnancy be even capable of removing a young man’s organs – though its not even the fact that it’s a woman in question, but that it is Evras. Of a family of Serpents, Nethis wouldn’t deem Evras as the kind to be so rash. Knowing that it would endanger herself, her marriage, and the safety of her soon to be child.
Nethis turned around to hear the voice of a woman, an eyebrow raised as she heard part of her words. The Lady only heard partly, but it was enough for Nethis to gather that the gods are playing with the fates. “I believe we have a witness…” Nethis said lowly as she turned back to Zanon with an expectant gaze.
Aedea and the priestess that handled her listened to the woman speaking. She gave a good story, yes, that seemed to convince many of the people in the crowd… the murmurs of the crowd that gathered around the corpse told her as much.
But something was wrong. Aedea had a gut feeling that told her the old woman was full of shit… and her dog that sniffed the corpse as well, because he began to growl at the talking lady. Aedea began to growl as well, getting closer to the one. She looked nervous, and said, “Uh… what is wrong with the girl?”
“Aedea, what is wrong? Behave your-“, but before the priestess could finish her sentence, Aedea let out a loud bark-like sound and the dog went darting towards the woman, barking savagely. She screamed, and began to run, but he wasn’t fast enough.
The huge mastiff jumped and knocked her over and bit down her arm. Blood poured out of her arm as she screamed, and Aedea ran closer, snarling as well. With a single grunt of an order, she ordered the hound away, which obeyed her, and now she was sitting on top of her, who was scared out of her mind, “What… what… crazy redhead lady! She’s a werewolf! Get her off me!”
She began to inspect her closer, and when he moved too much, she bared her teeth at her. The priestess seemed as if she was about to faint, “By the gods… Aedea, what are you doing? Leave that poor wman alone!”, but she found what she wanted.
The woman wore a tunic, and she ripped it off, showing her chest. It showed signs of struggle, like punches and nail slashes… and they were fresh. This lady had been in a fight, and since her hound sniffed him, she was quite sure who was the one the ‘witness’ struggled with…
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Aedea and the priestess that handled her listened to the woman speaking. She gave a good story, yes, that seemed to convince many of the people in the crowd… the murmurs of the crowd that gathered around the corpse told her as much.
But something was wrong. Aedea had a gut feeling that told her the old woman was full of shit… and her dog that sniffed the corpse as well, because he began to growl at the talking lady. Aedea began to growl as well, getting closer to the one. She looked nervous, and said, “Uh… what is wrong with the girl?”
“Aedea, what is wrong? Behave your-“, but before the priestess could finish her sentence, Aedea let out a loud bark-like sound and the dog went darting towards the woman, barking savagely. She screamed, and began to run, but he wasn’t fast enough.
The huge mastiff jumped and knocked her over and bit down her arm. Blood poured out of her arm as she screamed, and Aedea ran closer, snarling as well. With a single grunt of an order, she ordered the hound away, which obeyed her, and now she was sitting on top of her, who was scared out of her mind, “What… what… crazy redhead lady! She’s a werewolf! Get her off me!”
She began to inspect her closer, and when he moved too much, she bared her teeth at her. The priestess seemed as if she was about to faint, “By the gods… Aedea, what are you doing? Leave that poor wman alone!”, but she found what she wanted.
The woman wore a tunic, and she ripped it off, showing her chest. It showed signs of struggle, like punches and nail slashes… and they were fresh. This lady had been in a fight, and since her hound sniffed him, she was quite sure who was the one the ‘witness’ struggled with…
Aedea and the priestess that handled her listened to the woman speaking. She gave a good story, yes, that seemed to convince many of the people in the crowd… the murmurs of the crowd that gathered around the corpse told her as much.
But something was wrong. Aedea had a gut feeling that told her the old woman was full of shit… and her dog that sniffed the corpse as well, because he began to growl at the talking lady. Aedea began to growl as well, getting closer to the one. She looked nervous, and said, “Uh… what is wrong with the girl?”
“Aedea, what is wrong? Behave your-“, but before the priestess could finish her sentence, Aedea let out a loud bark-like sound and the dog went darting towards the woman, barking savagely. She screamed, and began to run, but he wasn’t fast enough.
The huge mastiff jumped and knocked her over and bit down her arm. Blood poured out of her arm as she screamed, and Aedea ran closer, snarling as well. With a single grunt of an order, she ordered the hound away, which obeyed her, and now she was sitting on top of her, who was scared out of her mind, “What… what… crazy redhead lady! She’s a werewolf! Get her off me!”
She began to inspect her closer, and when he moved too much, she bared her teeth at her. The priestess seemed as if she was about to faint, “By the gods… Aedea, what are you doing? Leave that poor wman alone!”, but she found what she wanted.
The woman wore a tunic, and she ripped it off, showing her chest. It showed signs of struggle, like punches and nail slashes… and they were fresh. This lady had been in a fight, and since her hound sniffed him, she was quite sure who was the one the ‘witness’ struggled with…
So many Thanasi's it seemed had poured out of the woodwork, and it made his lip curl. Evras was warm and kind as her family was cold and calculating, and as they all seemingly filtered in from nowhere he drew closer to his wife's side and tried to keep the snarl from his face. He wished Vangelis or his father had been here to advise him, they would have known how to handle the horror before him. Before he could speak his wife's relations were swarming over them and Nethis clearly had ideas of her own.
His hackles raised as she gave orders, slinking about and making sure that all she had asked was done. He might have been younger, but this was still his province, where he was baron and not about to take orders from a woman, especially not that woman. His grip on Evras' hand tightened and he had to remind himself not to squeeze too hard as he tried to find an opening to put her sister in her place.
"I believe in this province and in the matters of my family I am the one to make decisions, Lady Thanasi. You would do well to remember that and stay the orders you feel so at home making."
It perhaps wasn't the best way to speak to her before his people, but he didn't care what happened to her. Let the crowd take Nethis as the witch instead of Evras, he would allow no one to touch his wife and child. Raising himself to his full height, he glared at the eldest Thanasi with fire in his gaze until the commotion of the dog distracted them all. Eyes narrowing as the wild girl tore at the man's clothes, he lifted his hands to stay the soldiers around them who moved forward as if to stop her.
The marks on the victims flesh were recent, and the old woman who had called out that she knew what transpired hovered near them, muttering under her breath though Zanon could not make out what she was saying. He took a moment to ponder before turning to address the crowd. This would be settled under his jurisdiction. A gesture to the soldiers had them moving towards the body, covering it and lifting it out of the place in the streets while others began to disperse the crowd.
"All of you, back to your homes unless you can tell me the identity of the young man or what might have happened to him. You may speak to one of my men and they shall bring you to me if they find enough proof that you speak true. As for the other nobility who saw fit to insert themselves into the matter.." For this his gaze fell on the Thanasi contingent as he held out a hand for Evras to join him and move to his side, away from her siblings, and his eyes hardened at all but Thea, who he found the least offensive. "Return to your places at once, and leave the running of my barony to me and mine. You have not been invited, and intrusion will not be tolerated."
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So many Thanasi's it seemed had poured out of the woodwork, and it made his lip curl. Evras was warm and kind as her family was cold and calculating, and as they all seemingly filtered in from nowhere he drew closer to his wife's side and tried to keep the snarl from his face. He wished Vangelis or his father had been here to advise him, they would have known how to handle the horror before him. Before he could speak his wife's relations were swarming over them and Nethis clearly had ideas of her own.
His hackles raised as she gave orders, slinking about and making sure that all she had asked was done. He might have been younger, but this was still his province, where he was baron and not about to take orders from a woman, especially not that woman. His grip on Evras' hand tightened and he had to remind himself not to squeeze too hard as he tried to find an opening to put her sister in her place.
"I believe in this province and in the matters of my family I am the one to make decisions, Lady Thanasi. You would do well to remember that and stay the orders you feel so at home making."
It perhaps wasn't the best way to speak to her before his people, but he didn't care what happened to her. Let the crowd take Nethis as the witch instead of Evras, he would allow no one to touch his wife and child. Raising himself to his full height, he glared at the eldest Thanasi with fire in his gaze until the commotion of the dog distracted them all. Eyes narrowing as the wild girl tore at the man's clothes, he lifted his hands to stay the soldiers around them who moved forward as if to stop her.
The marks on the victims flesh were recent, and the old woman who had called out that she knew what transpired hovered near them, muttering under her breath though Zanon could not make out what she was saying. He took a moment to ponder before turning to address the crowd. This would be settled under his jurisdiction. A gesture to the soldiers had them moving towards the body, covering it and lifting it out of the place in the streets while others began to disperse the crowd.
"All of you, back to your homes unless you can tell me the identity of the young man or what might have happened to him. You may speak to one of my men and they shall bring you to me if they find enough proof that you speak true. As for the other nobility who saw fit to insert themselves into the matter.." For this his gaze fell on the Thanasi contingent as he held out a hand for Evras to join him and move to his side, away from her siblings, and his eyes hardened at all but Thea, who he found the least offensive. "Return to your places at once, and leave the running of my barony to me and mine. You have not been invited, and intrusion will not be tolerated."
So many Thanasi's it seemed had poured out of the woodwork, and it made his lip curl. Evras was warm and kind as her family was cold and calculating, and as they all seemingly filtered in from nowhere he drew closer to his wife's side and tried to keep the snarl from his face. He wished Vangelis or his father had been here to advise him, they would have known how to handle the horror before him. Before he could speak his wife's relations were swarming over them and Nethis clearly had ideas of her own.
His hackles raised as she gave orders, slinking about and making sure that all she had asked was done. He might have been younger, but this was still his province, where he was baron and not about to take orders from a woman, especially not that woman. His grip on Evras' hand tightened and he had to remind himself not to squeeze too hard as he tried to find an opening to put her sister in her place.
"I believe in this province and in the matters of my family I am the one to make decisions, Lady Thanasi. You would do well to remember that and stay the orders you feel so at home making."
It perhaps wasn't the best way to speak to her before his people, but he didn't care what happened to her. Let the crowd take Nethis as the witch instead of Evras, he would allow no one to touch his wife and child. Raising himself to his full height, he glared at the eldest Thanasi with fire in his gaze until the commotion of the dog distracted them all. Eyes narrowing as the wild girl tore at the man's clothes, he lifted his hands to stay the soldiers around them who moved forward as if to stop her.
The marks on the victims flesh were recent, and the old woman who had called out that she knew what transpired hovered near them, muttering under her breath though Zanon could not make out what she was saying. He took a moment to ponder before turning to address the crowd. This would be settled under his jurisdiction. A gesture to the soldiers had them moving towards the body, covering it and lifting it out of the place in the streets while others began to disperse the crowd.
"All of you, back to your homes unless you can tell me the identity of the young man or what might have happened to him. You may speak to one of my men and they shall bring you to me if they find enough proof that you speak true. As for the other nobility who saw fit to insert themselves into the matter.." For this his gaze fell on the Thanasi contingent as he held out a hand for Evras to join him and move to his side, away from her siblings, and his eyes hardened at all but Thea, who he found the least offensive. "Return to your places at once, and leave the running of my barony to me and mine. You have not been invited, and intrusion will not be tolerated."
The presence of her sister's always calmed her, and when Thea too approached, Evras's smile turned a little more relaxed as her second sister's voice reached her, the soft tone of Thea of Thanasi. It still felt weird, when her sister's curtsied to her in the presence of her husband's family, but with court etiquette, Evras could hardly bid them to stop. The woman could only watch with a little shift of discomfort, until Thea approached her.
Gratefully, Evras nodded to Thea's advice, fully aware that her being amongst a mob likely angry at the assumption that a Thanasi was at fault was dangerous to both herself and her womb - but neither did she wish to leave Zanon to handle this alone. He had advised it better for her to be present, and so present she will be.
Eager to approach her sister, her steps only went once, before the loud voice of a spectator raised higher then the murmurs of the onlookers. Evras's face paled when they further went to claim the young man's dead body as a sacrifice for his wife's health - preposterous, but yet, people would believe anything it would seem. At least they would, if one took the murderous eyes casted in her and her brethren's direction as any indication.
In a moment, Evras felt naught but a cold sense of dread grip her heart, even with Nethis and Thea near her. It did not help that neither her eldest sister and her husband had no love lost for each other. At least Thea, Zanon would tolerate. But her husband absolutely refused to remain in the same room as Nethis after their wedding, no matter how hard Evras tried to coax. While Evras could see how Nethis's intelligent mind could be misconstrued by many, she had only ever seen her elder sister protecting her all her life, so in her young mind, surely Nethis could do no wrong?
Nodding whilst she worried her bottom lip at Nethis's reassuring words, the worry only mounted as more spoke. The sudden action of a hound darting towards someone only had the crowd moving hurriedly away, and Evras had to quickly side stepped as well as her large body could now allow her if to avoid being toppled over.
Only when Zanon's voice rang loud and clear did suspicons and whispers finally died down. Raised as the second prince of a kingdom, Zanon naturally had an authoratative figure and speech when necessary, although he did not use it often. Married and having known him for quite afew months by now, Evras could recognize the tinge of irritation mixed with raising hackles as he spoke. And if she still couldn't tell, the way his grip tightened on her hands was another clear indication.
A worried look settled on Evras's face as she noted the way in which Zanon brushed off Nethis's instructions, a clear battle of wills between her sister and her husband, and a battle Evras simply did not wish to be caught in between. But young yet, and still learning the ways of being a proper wife, the Evras of then was not only soft-spoken, but mildly uncertain of her standing with her new husband, for rumors still flew regarding the need for the prince to marry Evras, simply because he had accidentally gotten her pregnant.
Unable to bring herself to say a thing, Evras merely went as Zanon tugged her, laying one hand in the one he offered her, whilst the other laid protectively over the swell of her stomach. Wincing when she felt the light kick of her baby inside, she turned apologetically to Thea and Nethis, and headed to stand by Zanon's side, biting her bottom lip.
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The presence of her sister's always calmed her, and when Thea too approached, Evras's smile turned a little more relaxed as her second sister's voice reached her, the soft tone of Thea of Thanasi. It still felt weird, when her sister's curtsied to her in the presence of her husband's family, but with court etiquette, Evras could hardly bid them to stop. The woman could only watch with a little shift of discomfort, until Thea approached her.
Gratefully, Evras nodded to Thea's advice, fully aware that her being amongst a mob likely angry at the assumption that a Thanasi was at fault was dangerous to both herself and her womb - but neither did she wish to leave Zanon to handle this alone. He had advised it better for her to be present, and so present she will be.
Eager to approach her sister, her steps only went once, before the loud voice of a spectator raised higher then the murmurs of the onlookers. Evras's face paled when they further went to claim the young man's dead body as a sacrifice for his wife's health - preposterous, but yet, people would believe anything it would seem. At least they would, if one took the murderous eyes casted in her and her brethren's direction as any indication.
In a moment, Evras felt naught but a cold sense of dread grip her heart, even with Nethis and Thea near her. It did not help that neither her eldest sister and her husband had no love lost for each other. At least Thea, Zanon would tolerate. But her husband absolutely refused to remain in the same room as Nethis after their wedding, no matter how hard Evras tried to coax. While Evras could see how Nethis's intelligent mind could be misconstrued by many, she had only ever seen her elder sister protecting her all her life, so in her young mind, surely Nethis could do no wrong?
Nodding whilst she worried her bottom lip at Nethis's reassuring words, the worry only mounted as more spoke. The sudden action of a hound darting towards someone only had the crowd moving hurriedly away, and Evras had to quickly side stepped as well as her large body could now allow her if to avoid being toppled over.
Only when Zanon's voice rang loud and clear did suspicons and whispers finally died down. Raised as the second prince of a kingdom, Zanon naturally had an authoratative figure and speech when necessary, although he did not use it often. Married and having known him for quite afew months by now, Evras could recognize the tinge of irritation mixed with raising hackles as he spoke. And if she still couldn't tell, the way his grip tightened on her hands was another clear indication.
A worried look settled on Evras's face as she noted the way in which Zanon brushed off Nethis's instructions, a clear battle of wills between her sister and her husband, and a battle Evras simply did not wish to be caught in between. But young yet, and still learning the ways of being a proper wife, the Evras of then was not only soft-spoken, but mildly uncertain of her standing with her new husband, for rumors still flew regarding the need for the prince to marry Evras, simply because he had accidentally gotten her pregnant.
Unable to bring herself to say a thing, Evras merely went as Zanon tugged her, laying one hand in the one he offered her, whilst the other laid protectively over the swell of her stomach. Wincing when she felt the light kick of her baby inside, she turned apologetically to Thea and Nethis, and headed to stand by Zanon's side, biting her bottom lip.
The presence of her sister's always calmed her, and when Thea too approached, Evras's smile turned a little more relaxed as her second sister's voice reached her, the soft tone of Thea of Thanasi. It still felt weird, when her sister's curtsied to her in the presence of her husband's family, but with court etiquette, Evras could hardly bid them to stop. The woman could only watch with a little shift of discomfort, until Thea approached her.
Gratefully, Evras nodded to Thea's advice, fully aware that her being amongst a mob likely angry at the assumption that a Thanasi was at fault was dangerous to both herself and her womb - but neither did she wish to leave Zanon to handle this alone. He had advised it better for her to be present, and so present she will be.
Eager to approach her sister, her steps only went once, before the loud voice of a spectator raised higher then the murmurs of the onlookers. Evras's face paled when they further went to claim the young man's dead body as a sacrifice for his wife's health - preposterous, but yet, people would believe anything it would seem. At least they would, if one took the murderous eyes casted in her and her brethren's direction as any indication.
In a moment, Evras felt naught but a cold sense of dread grip her heart, even with Nethis and Thea near her. It did not help that neither her eldest sister and her husband had no love lost for each other. At least Thea, Zanon would tolerate. But her husband absolutely refused to remain in the same room as Nethis after their wedding, no matter how hard Evras tried to coax. While Evras could see how Nethis's intelligent mind could be misconstrued by many, she had only ever seen her elder sister protecting her all her life, so in her young mind, surely Nethis could do no wrong?
Nodding whilst she worried her bottom lip at Nethis's reassuring words, the worry only mounted as more spoke. The sudden action of a hound darting towards someone only had the crowd moving hurriedly away, and Evras had to quickly side stepped as well as her large body could now allow her if to avoid being toppled over.
Only when Zanon's voice rang loud and clear did suspicons and whispers finally died down. Raised as the second prince of a kingdom, Zanon naturally had an authoratative figure and speech when necessary, although he did not use it often. Married and having known him for quite afew months by now, Evras could recognize the tinge of irritation mixed with raising hackles as he spoke. And if she still couldn't tell, the way his grip tightened on her hands was another clear indication.
A worried look settled on Evras's face as she noted the way in which Zanon brushed off Nethis's instructions, a clear battle of wills between her sister and her husband, and a battle Evras simply did not wish to be caught in between. But young yet, and still learning the ways of being a proper wife, the Evras of then was not only soft-spoken, but mildly uncertain of her standing with her new husband, for rumors still flew regarding the need for the prince to marry Evras, simply because he had accidentally gotten her pregnant.
Unable to bring herself to say a thing, Evras merely went as Zanon tugged her, laying one hand in the one he offered her, whilst the other laid protectively over the swell of her stomach. Wincing when she felt the light kick of her baby inside, she turned apologetically to Thea and Nethis, and headed to stand by Zanon's side, biting her bottom lip.
Curveball The Work of Witches
At the instruction of the second prince of the kingdom, the voices start to call out to any man that appears in official uniform - some even bold enough to speak directly to the prince himself before he could make his leave from the square. The first woman had argued that it was a young husband making a deal for the health of his pregnant wife. The next determined that to be nonsense, that the boy was too young to be a husband and that he was the blacksmith's assistant who had made a pack with the God of Fire but broken it and the God had sought vengeance. The third voice that rose insisted that was such folly and superstitious nonsense - that what would the great God Hephaestus want with a man's liver?
The rumours and gossip went on, some murmured, some shouted... The boy was a traveller who had been caught approaching the inn keepers wife and he had punished him... the kid was a local who had been attacked by a travelling medicine man with a trailer full of rats... that the victim had been a servant of the House of Thanasi and must have been punished for some misbehaviour... that their were witches locally and that they were attempting to fulfil some ritual in welcome to the Princess witch who now lived in Oreboea...
The tales spun louder and wilder until a scream let up from a woman near the body of the victimised male. A shaking hand pointed towards the incision where the organ had been taken from the young man, waving wildly for people to look.
The skin of the boy's abdomen was moving...
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At the instruction of the second prince of the kingdom, the voices start to call out to any man that appears in official uniform - some even bold enough to speak directly to the prince himself before he could make his leave from the square. The first woman had argued that it was a young husband making a deal for the health of his pregnant wife. The next determined that to be nonsense, that the boy was too young to be a husband and that he was the blacksmith's assistant who had made a pack with the God of Fire but broken it and the God had sought vengeance. The third voice that rose insisted that was such folly and superstitious nonsense - that what would the great God Hephaestus want with a man's liver?
The rumours and gossip went on, some murmured, some shouted... The boy was a traveller who had been caught approaching the inn keepers wife and he had punished him... the kid was a local who had been attacked by a travelling medicine man with a trailer full of rats... that the victim had been a servant of the House of Thanasi and must have been punished for some misbehaviour... that their were witches locally and that they were attempting to fulfil some ritual in welcome to the Princess witch who now lived in Oreboea...
The tales spun louder and wilder until a scream let up from a woman near the body of the victimised male. A shaking hand pointed towards the incision where the organ had been taken from the young man, waving wildly for people to look.
The skin of the boy's abdomen was moving...
Curveball The Work of Witches
At the instruction of the second prince of the kingdom, the voices start to call out to any man that appears in official uniform - some even bold enough to speak directly to the prince himself before he could make his leave from the square. The first woman had argued that it was a young husband making a deal for the health of his pregnant wife. The next determined that to be nonsense, that the boy was too young to be a husband and that he was the blacksmith's assistant who had made a pack with the God of Fire but broken it and the God had sought vengeance. The third voice that rose insisted that was such folly and superstitious nonsense - that what would the great God Hephaestus want with a man's liver?
The rumours and gossip went on, some murmured, some shouted... The boy was a traveller who had been caught approaching the inn keepers wife and he had punished him... the kid was a local who had been attacked by a travelling medicine man with a trailer full of rats... that the victim had been a servant of the House of Thanasi and must have been punished for some misbehaviour... that their were witches locally and that they were attempting to fulfil some ritual in welcome to the Princess witch who now lived in Oreboea...
The tales spun louder and wilder until a scream let up from a woman near the body of the victimised male. A shaking hand pointed towards the incision where the organ had been taken from the young man, waving wildly for people to look.
The skin of the boy's abdomen was moving...
Nethis was scary. Everybody knew that Nethis was scary. When she turned her sharp gaze upon others, they tended to quiet down and shy away from the woman. Mihail had always hidden behind her fearsome nature when he had the opportunity, still too young and worried by all to fight his own battles - the most he could muster was some harsh rumours designed to trick others into siding with him, and even those were not yet as effective as he might have desired. He didn't care how pathetic it might have seemed to others: the eldest Thanasi daughter was an excellent shield.
Somehow, Timaeus seemed wholly undeterred by her words, for he shouted at her and then turned his attention to Mihail, as if he didn't have the fury of such a formidable woman against him. His face scrunched into a frown born of a blend of upset and anger at the other boy's words, though he had already turned away to run after his sisters once more. He didn't care that he couldn't lift a sword, and he certainly didn't care about spindles, but the final comments hit him harder than he had expected. Just because he was close to his sisters did not make him a girl, and he was more than offended at the implication - it wasn't as if Dysius had been all that masculine in his younger years either, nor was he at present.
Throwing his head over his shoulder, he couldn't help but shout a final comment towards the young Valaoritis, although no genuine insult came to mind as his eyes stung with the oncoming salt of tears and he fought to keep them from pouring out. "Y-you'll be sorry," he sputtered at him through gritted teeth, faltering on the words for a moment before he ran back to catch his sisters, clasping again onto Nethis's pale arm as the uproar only worsened.
"Nethis says that I'm her little fidi and that I'm not afraid of anything," he informed Evras with pride which would define the rest of his life, although the latter was not entirely truthful. He only wanted to make his sister pleased with him, and the words were half-filled with a childish intent to make her husband jealous of their strong family ties, and half-hoping to fuel the innocence Nethis had wanted them to portray. "I want to help."
Still, he could not resist glaring up at Prince Zanon when the man rejected his eldest sister's suggestions. The child may well have been aware of the difference in status between his sister and the man, not just on account of her gender, but he had always been wildly defensive of the women in his family. The combination of the accusations he had heard whispered through the crowds and the man's harsh words were too much for the twelve-year-old. "Just because she's a girl doesn't mean Net doesn't know what she's doing. Maybe you should...you should listen instead of letting everyone call my sisters witches, because they didn't do anything and it's not fair."
Mihail stayed clinging to Nethis's arm, satisfied with his outburst against the prince and hoping his sisters would only think the same. But his moment of satisfaction could not last long, it seemed, for another ripple of rumour had begun to spread through the crowds, and people had begun to shout about every possible backstory the body could possess. The youngest Thanasi, of course, had little idea what to think, though his eyes swelled wide with a mix of horror and amazement at some of the claims being made, and his grip only tightened around his sister in a panic, fingernails pressing into her skin. It only worsened when he heard the sudden shriek, and his gaze followed the masses towards the body, tugging on his sister's arm to draw her attention that way as well. Maybe he was a little frightened.
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Nethis was scary. Everybody knew that Nethis was scary. When she turned her sharp gaze upon others, they tended to quiet down and shy away from the woman. Mihail had always hidden behind her fearsome nature when he had the opportunity, still too young and worried by all to fight his own battles - the most he could muster was some harsh rumours designed to trick others into siding with him, and even those were not yet as effective as he might have desired. He didn't care how pathetic it might have seemed to others: the eldest Thanasi daughter was an excellent shield.
Somehow, Timaeus seemed wholly undeterred by her words, for he shouted at her and then turned his attention to Mihail, as if he didn't have the fury of such a formidable woman against him. His face scrunched into a frown born of a blend of upset and anger at the other boy's words, though he had already turned away to run after his sisters once more. He didn't care that he couldn't lift a sword, and he certainly didn't care about spindles, but the final comments hit him harder than he had expected. Just because he was close to his sisters did not make him a girl, and he was more than offended at the implication - it wasn't as if Dysius had been all that masculine in his younger years either, nor was he at present.
Throwing his head over his shoulder, he couldn't help but shout a final comment towards the young Valaoritis, although no genuine insult came to mind as his eyes stung with the oncoming salt of tears and he fought to keep them from pouring out. "Y-you'll be sorry," he sputtered at him through gritted teeth, faltering on the words for a moment before he ran back to catch his sisters, clasping again onto Nethis's pale arm as the uproar only worsened.
"Nethis says that I'm her little fidi and that I'm not afraid of anything," he informed Evras with pride which would define the rest of his life, although the latter was not entirely truthful. He only wanted to make his sister pleased with him, and the words were half-filled with a childish intent to make her husband jealous of their strong family ties, and half-hoping to fuel the innocence Nethis had wanted them to portray. "I want to help."
Still, he could not resist glaring up at Prince Zanon when the man rejected his eldest sister's suggestions. The child may well have been aware of the difference in status between his sister and the man, not just on account of her gender, but he had always been wildly defensive of the women in his family. The combination of the accusations he had heard whispered through the crowds and the man's harsh words were too much for the twelve-year-old. "Just because she's a girl doesn't mean Net doesn't know what she's doing. Maybe you should...you should listen instead of letting everyone call my sisters witches, because they didn't do anything and it's not fair."
Mihail stayed clinging to Nethis's arm, satisfied with his outburst against the prince and hoping his sisters would only think the same. But his moment of satisfaction could not last long, it seemed, for another ripple of rumour had begun to spread through the crowds, and people had begun to shout about every possible backstory the body could possess. The youngest Thanasi, of course, had little idea what to think, though his eyes swelled wide with a mix of horror and amazement at some of the claims being made, and his grip only tightened around his sister in a panic, fingernails pressing into her skin. It only worsened when he heard the sudden shriek, and his gaze followed the masses towards the body, tugging on his sister's arm to draw her attention that way as well. Maybe he was a little frightened.
Nethis was scary. Everybody knew that Nethis was scary. When she turned her sharp gaze upon others, they tended to quiet down and shy away from the woman. Mihail had always hidden behind her fearsome nature when he had the opportunity, still too young and worried by all to fight his own battles - the most he could muster was some harsh rumours designed to trick others into siding with him, and even those were not yet as effective as he might have desired. He didn't care how pathetic it might have seemed to others: the eldest Thanasi daughter was an excellent shield.
Somehow, Timaeus seemed wholly undeterred by her words, for he shouted at her and then turned his attention to Mihail, as if he didn't have the fury of such a formidable woman against him. His face scrunched into a frown born of a blend of upset and anger at the other boy's words, though he had already turned away to run after his sisters once more. He didn't care that he couldn't lift a sword, and he certainly didn't care about spindles, but the final comments hit him harder than he had expected. Just because he was close to his sisters did not make him a girl, and he was more than offended at the implication - it wasn't as if Dysius had been all that masculine in his younger years either, nor was he at present.
Throwing his head over his shoulder, he couldn't help but shout a final comment towards the young Valaoritis, although no genuine insult came to mind as his eyes stung with the oncoming salt of tears and he fought to keep them from pouring out. "Y-you'll be sorry," he sputtered at him through gritted teeth, faltering on the words for a moment before he ran back to catch his sisters, clasping again onto Nethis's pale arm as the uproar only worsened.
"Nethis says that I'm her little fidi and that I'm not afraid of anything," he informed Evras with pride which would define the rest of his life, although the latter was not entirely truthful. He only wanted to make his sister pleased with him, and the words were half-filled with a childish intent to make her husband jealous of their strong family ties, and half-hoping to fuel the innocence Nethis had wanted them to portray. "I want to help."
Still, he could not resist glaring up at Prince Zanon when the man rejected his eldest sister's suggestions. The child may well have been aware of the difference in status between his sister and the man, not just on account of her gender, but he had always been wildly defensive of the women in his family. The combination of the accusations he had heard whispered through the crowds and the man's harsh words were too much for the twelve-year-old. "Just because she's a girl doesn't mean Net doesn't know what she's doing. Maybe you should...you should listen instead of letting everyone call my sisters witches, because they didn't do anything and it's not fair."
Mihail stayed clinging to Nethis's arm, satisfied with his outburst against the prince and hoping his sisters would only think the same. But his moment of satisfaction could not last long, it seemed, for another ripple of rumour had begun to spread through the crowds, and people had begun to shout about every possible backstory the body could possess. The youngest Thanasi, of course, had little idea what to think, though his eyes swelled wide with a mix of horror and amazement at some of the claims being made, and his grip only tightened around his sister in a panic, fingernails pressing into her skin. It only worsened when he heard the sudden shriek, and his gaze followed the masses towards the body, tugging on his sister's arm to draw her attention that way as well. Maybe he was a little frightened.
Curveball The Work of Witches
Defying the second prince's orders to leave, not because of disloyalty or rebellion but simply because the crowd was many and he one man and the horror and mystery of the event held their minds stronger than any patriotism, most of the crowd remained in the square, attempting to edge closer to the event as much as they could. People shoved and clustered and soon families were separated and lost in the muddled gathering as the more adventurous pushed to see what the noise was about over the body and the more fearful tried to push back against the tide.
The eldest Thanasi daughter was somehow lost in the crowd, separated from her charge, the guardsmen of the barony stepped forwards in order to secure the safety of their prince and his pregnant wife, the commander encouraging them to leave the scene for their own safety. The entire crowd, despite chaotic movement, waited on bated breath as they watched the body and the wiggling motion of its belly.
One brave, teenaged boy stepped forwards, unhindered by the guards who still stood to one side, sheets in hand and unsure what to do with a dead body that would not lie still long enough for them to carry out their master's orders. The young man reached out to lift the shirt of the deceased, perhaps hoping to find some scavenger animal beneath the clothes. But all that was revealed was the skin of the victim's stomach shifting and bulging as if something were trying to get out.
With a sharp yelp, the boy jumped back, guards reached for hilts of weapons in a reaction that was more instinctive than rational. And, as so many watched with horror, the noise of the crowd escalating, blood started to well up in the body's belly, turning the exterior skin a gruesome red, then deepest maroon, then almost purple, the skin looking ready to tear and expanding to restrain that which was inside...
In a moment of gore and gruesomeness, a hole was bore through the victims body, just a few inches above his navel and to the chorus of screams that were set off in the crowd, a series of rats burst forth from the their corpse cocoon and started shooting out into the open air of freedom.
Covered in crimson and black smears of blood, matted and withered by their entombment, the rats rushed in every direction. One shot for the youngest of the Thanasis, another for his older sister. A third darted into the crowd and several others chased at the feet of the young, their teeth exposed and white foam bubbling around their mouths...
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Defying the second prince's orders to leave, not because of disloyalty or rebellion but simply because the crowd was many and he one man and the horror and mystery of the event held their minds stronger than any patriotism, most of the crowd remained in the square, attempting to edge closer to the event as much as they could. People shoved and clustered and soon families were separated and lost in the muddled gathering as the more adventurous pushed to see what the noise was about over the body and the more fearful tried to push back against the tide.
The eldest Thanasi daughter was somehow lost in the crowd, separated from her charge, the guardsmen of the barony stepped forwards in order to secure the safety of their prince and his pregnant wife, the commander encouraging them to leave the scene for their own safety. The entire crowd, despite chaotic movement, waited on bated breath as they watched the body and the wiggling motion of its belly.
One brave, teenaged boy stepped forwards, unhindered by the guards who still stood to one side, sheets in hand and unsure what to do with a dead body that would not lie still long enough for them to carry out their master's orders. The young man reached out to lift the shirt of the deceased, perhaps hoping to find some scavenger animal beneath the clothes. But all that was revealed was the skin of the victim's stomach shifting and bulging as if something were trying to get out.
With a sharp yelp, the boy jumped back, guards reached for hilts of weapons in a reaction that was more instinctive than rational. And, as so many watched with horror, the noise of the crowd escalating, blood started to well up in the body's belly, turning the exterior skin a gruesome red, then deepest maroon, then almost purple, the skin looking ready to tear and expanding to restrain that which was inside...
In a moment of gore and gruesomeness, a hole was bore through the victims body, just a few inches above his navel and to the chorus of screams that were set off in the crowd, a series of rats burst forth from the their corpse cocoon and started shooting out into the open air of freedom.
Covered in crimson and black smears of blood, matted and withered by their entombment, the rats rushed in every direction. One shot for the youngest of the Thanasis, another for his older sister. A third darted into the crowd and several others chased at the feet of the young, their teeth exposed and white foam bubbling around their mouths...
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Defying the second prince's orders to leave, not because of disloyalty or rebellion but simply because the crowd was many and he one man and the horror and mystery of the event held their minds stronger than any patriotism, most of the crowd remained in the square, attempting to edge closer to the event as much as they could. People shoved and clustered and soon families were separated and lost in the muddled gathering as the more adventurous pushed to see what the noise was about over the body and the more fearful tried to push back against the tide.
The eldest Thanasi daughter was somehow lost in the crowd, separated from her charge, the guardsmen of the barony stepped forwards in order to secure the safety of their prince and his pregnant wife, the commander encouraging them to leave the scene for their own safety. The entire crowd, despite chaotic movement, waited on bated breath as they watched the body and the wiggling motion of its belly.
One brave, teenaged boy stepped forwards, unhindered by the guards who still stood to one side, sheets in hand and unsure what to do with a dead body that would not lie still long enough for them to carry out their master's orders. The young man reached out to lift the shirt of the deceased, perhaps hoping to find some scavenger animal beneath the clothes. But all that was revealed was the skin of the victim's stomach shifting and bulging as if something were trying to get out.
With a sharp yelp, the boy jumped back, guards reached for hilts of weapons in a reaction that was more instinctive than rational. And, as so many watched with horror, the noise of the crowd escalating, blood started to well up in the body's belly, turning the exterior skin a gruesome red, then deepest maroon, then almost purple, the skin looking ready to tear and expanding to restrain that which was inside...
In a moment of gore and gruesomeness, a hole was bore through the victims body, just a few inches above his navel and to the chorus of screams that were set off in the crowd, a series of rats burst forth from the their corpse cocoon and started shooting out into the open air of freedom.
Covered in crimson and black smears of blood, matted and withered by their entombment, the rats rushed in every direction. One shot for the youngest of the Thanasis, another for his older sister. A third darted into the crowd and several others chased at the feet of the young, their teeth exposed and white foam bubbling around their mouths...
Even as the guards held her and the dogs barked like mad, Aedea didn’t take her eyes off the corpse of the boy. The crowd murmured and talked, but as the body began to convulse, they remained quiet… up until it happened.
As the rats burst out of the belly, Aedea’s pack instincts kicked in. If the priestesses taught her something, it was that he needed to protect people – well, women, but this time the distinction didn’t matter. She acted fast, and with swiftness she got off the grip of the guard and barked an order to her hounds to act.
The beasts, more wolf than dogs, ran towards the rats as predators against their prey and attacked them with deadly bites. Many of the rats managed to get past them, and even bite them, making them whine, but they would not relent. Not because their alpha commanded so.
Aedea was unarmed, but that didn’t stop her from acting as well. She stepped on the rats with her sandals, making them sticky with blood and gore as she snarled much like a beast. Just then, her blue eyes caught a brown, raggedy shaped leaping towards someone… the Thanasi boy.
But before the rat could jump towards him, the wild woman caught it in her hand, squeezing it tightly. It reminded her of the times where she had to catch her prey – years of that in the wilderness made her fast, it made her deadly, and it made her ferocious. And indeed, in a display of ferocity, with her teeth bared, and in front of everyone, she took the rat and bit its head off before spitting it on the floor.
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Even as the guards held her and the dogs barked like mad, Aedea didn’t take her eyes off the corpse of the boy. The crowd murmured and talked, but as the body began to convulse, they remained quiet… up until it happened.
As the rats burst out of the belly, Aedea’s pack instincts kicked in. If the priestesses taught her something, it was that he needed to protect people – well, women, but this time the distinction didn’t matter. She acted fast, and with swiftness she got off the grip of the guard and barked an order to her hounds to act.
The beasts, more wolf than dogs, ran towards the rats as predators against their prey and attacked them with deadly bites. Many of the rats managed to get past them, and even bite them, making them whine, but they would not relent. Not because their alpha commanded so.
Aedea was unarmed, but that didn’t stop her from acting as well. She stepped on the rats with her sandals, making them sticky with blood and gore as she snarled much like a beast. Just then, her blue eyes caught a brown, raggedy shaped leaping towards someone… the Thanasi boy.
But before the rat could jump towards him, the wild woman caught it in her hand, squeezing it tightly. It reminded her of the times where she had to catch her prey – years of that in the wilderness made her fast, it made her deadly, and it made her ferocious. And indeed, in a display of ferocity, with her teeth bared, and in front of everyone, she took the rat and bit its head off before spitting it on the floor.
Even as the guards held her and the dogs barked like mad, Aedea didn’t take her eyes off the corpse of the boy. The crowd murmured and talked, but as the body began to convulse, they remained quiet… up until it happened.
As the rats burst out of the belly, Aedea’s pack instincts kicked in. If the priestesses taught her something, it was that he needed to protect people – well, women, but this time the distinction didn’t matter. She acted fast, and with swiftness she got off the grip of the guard and barked an order to her hounds to act.
The beasts, more wolf than dogs, ran towards the rats as predators against their prey and attacked them with deadly bites. Many of the rats managed to get past them, and even bite them, making them whine, but they would not relent. Not because their alpha commanded so.
Aedea was unarmed, but that didn’t stop her from acting as well. She stepped on the rats with her sandals, making them sticky with blood and gore as she snarled much like a beast. Just then, her blue eyes caught a brown, raggedy shaped leaping towards someone… the Thanasi boy.
But before the rat could jump towards him, the wild woman caught it in her hand, squeezing it tightly. It reminded her of the times where she had to catch her prey – years of that in the wilderness made her fast, it made her deadly, and it made her ferocious. And indeed, in a display of ferocity, with her teeth bared, and in front of everyone, she took the rat and bit its head off before spitting it on the floor.
'A little frightened' had become an understatement. Mihail was more than a little afraid as the skin continued to writhe and then suddenly started to expand, its colour shifting from a natural shade to a ghastly cacophony of reds and purples before, quite suddenly yet no longer unexpectedly, it burst, and the crowd turned to chaos. He tried to reach for his eldest sister's reassuring arm once more, but the woman had vanished, likely dragged away with the newfound panic in the masses, and there was nothing now keeping him from feeling alone, and terrified, thinking for all the world that this was to be the end of him.
The youngest Thanasi was not a brave child. He was only twelve, and still small for his allegedly-adult age, and used to clutching the hand of his sisters and letting them lead his way. He was afraid of water, and dogs, and spiders with spindly legs, and though he often liked the look of things others found unappealing, and did not usually mind the gruesome (for he had stumbled across plenty of less pleasant things already in his brief time alive), this entire situation was only another to add to his list of dislikes. It only worsened when he saw the thing that rushed towards him, for rodents he had seen in the past, but never rats so large as that, and never ones so horribly tainted and matted with blood and apparent disease.
Mihail was frozen where he stood, one hand still searching frantically and fruitlessly for his vanished sister's arm, watching the miniature beast leap towards him. His mind was already swimming with all the gruesome fantasies of what might occur if it came to close: would it find a way to bury under his skin too, and turn him into some horrid and bloated corpse as it had the body on the ground? He did not want to die, and he did not want to die such a hideous death here, in front of everyone, when they already thought his sisters were at fault. But he could not move for fear that it would provoke the rat further, and could only stare as it came for him.
And then, quite suddenly, there was someone between him and the rat, and she had grabbed it in her hands and torn off its head with her teeth. With her teeth. Mihail had little idea what he had just witnessed, but it filled him with more fear than any moment before ever had, and all he could do was open his mouth and scream. It was not quite a full scream, but more a garbled mess of sound, the shout mixed with the tears that poured down his cheeks and the heaving sobs which he could not cover. Maybe it was for the better that he had lost track of Nethis, because he wasn't the fearless fídi he had promised he would be, and she would have been ashamed of her littlest brother.
"Th-thea!" he tried, unsure what else to shout, trying to locate his middle sister, trying to stop crying even though he couldn't because he knew that stupid Valaoritis boy was going to make fun of him for it. As soon as he spotted her, he ran for the woman, wrapping himself tightly around her waist and refusing to let go, for it was the only safety he could feel. "Thea! She ate a rat, and now she's going to eat m-me! I think she's the witch, because it's not you, and it's not Evras and...and she ate a rat!" It was a bit of a stretch, but Mihail's mind wasn't accurately functioning at its best at the moment, and his suspicions felt perfectly reasonable.
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'A little frightened' had become an understatement. Mihail was more than a little afraid as the skin continued to writhe and then suddenly started to expand, its colour shifting from a natural shade to a ghastly cacophony of reds and purples before, quite suddenly yet no longer unexpectedly, it burst, and the crowd turned to chaos. He tried to reach for his eldest sister's reassuring arm once more, but the woman had vanished, likely dragged away with the newfound panic in the masses, and there was nothing now keeping him from feeling alone, and terrified, thinking for all the world that this was to be the end of him.
The youngest Thanasi was not a brave child. He was only twelve, and still small for his allegedly-adult age, and used to clutching the hand of his sisters and letting them lead his way. He was afraid of water, and dogs, and spiders with spindly legs, and though he often liked the look of things others found unappealing, and did not usually mind the gruesome (for he had stumbled across plenty of less pleasant things already in his brief time alive), this entire situation was only another to add to his list of dislikes. It only worsened when he saw the thing that rushed towards him, for rodents he had seen in the past, but never rats so large as that, and never ones so horribly tainted and matted with blood and apparent disease.
Mihail was frozen where he stood, one hand still searching frantically and fruitlessly for his vanished sister's arm, watching the miniature beast leap towards him. His mind was already swimming with all the gruesome fantasies of what might occur if it came to close: would it find a way to bury under his skin too, and turn him into some horrid and bloated corpse as it had the body on the ground? He did not want to die, and he did not want to die such a hideous death here, in front of everyone, when they already thought his sisters were at fault. But he could not move for fear that it would provoke the rat further, and could only stare as it came for him.
And then, quite suddenly, there was someone between him and the rat, and she had grabbed it in her hands and torn off its head with her teeth. With her teeth. Mihail had little idea what he had just witnessed, but it filled him with more fear than any moment before ever had, and all he could do was open his mouth and scream. It was not quite a full scream, but more a garbled mess of sound, the shout mixed with the tears that poured down his cheeks and the heaving sobs which he could not cover. Maybe it was for the better that he had lost track of Nethis, because he wasn't the fearless fídi he had promised he would be, and she would have been ashamed of her littlest brother.
"Th-thea!" he tried, unsure what else to shout, trying to locate his middle sister, trying to stop crying even though he couldn't because he knew that stupid Valaoritis boy was going to make fun of him for it. As soon as he spotted her, he ran for the woman, wrapping himself tightly around her waist and refusing to let go, for it was the only safety he could feel. "Thea! She ate a rat, and now she's going to eat m-me! I think she's the witch, because it's not you, and it's not Evras and...and she ate a rat!" It was a bit of a stretch, but Mihail's mind wasn't accurately functioning at its best at the moment, and his suspicions felt perfectly reasonable.
'A little frightened' had become an understatement. Mihail was more than a little afraid as the skin continued to writhe and then suddenly started to expand, its colour shifting from a natural shade to a ghastly cacophony of reds and purples before, quite suddenly yet no longer unexpectedly, it burst, and the crowd turned to chaos. He tried to reach for his eldest sister's reassuring arm once more, but the woman had vanished, likely dragged away with the newfound panic in the masses, and there was nothing now keeping him from feeling alone, and terrified, thinking for all the world that this was to be the end of him.
The youngest Thanasi was not a brave child. He was only twelve, and still small for his allegedly-adult age, and used to clutching the hand of his sisters and letting them lead his way. He was afraid of water, and dogs, and spiders with spindly legs, and though he often liked the look of things others found unappealing, and did not usually mind the gruesome (for he had stumbled across plenty of less pleasant things already in his brief time alive), this entire situation was only another to add to his list of dislikes. It only worsened when he saw the thing that rushed towards him, for rodents he had seen in the past, but never rats so large as that, and never ones so horribly tainted and matted with blood and apparent disease.
Mihail was frozen where he stood, one hand still searching frantically and fruitlessly for his vanished sister's arm, watching the miniature beast leap towards him. His mind was already swimming with all the gruesome fantasies of what might occur if it came to close: would it find a way to bury under his skin too, and turn him into some horrid and bloated corpse as it had the body on the ground? He did not want to die, and he did not want to die such a hideous death here, in front of everyone, when they already thought his sisters were at fault. But he could not move for fear that it would provoke the rat further, and could only stare as it came for him.
And then, quite suddenly, there was someone between him and the rat, and she had grabbed it in her hands and torn off its head with her teeth. With her teeth. Mihail had little idea what he had just witnessed, but it filled him with more fear than any moment before ever had, and all he could do was open his mouth and scream. It was not quite a full scream, but more a garbled mess of sound, the shout mixed with the tears that poured down his cheeks and the heaving sobs which he could not cover. Maybe it was for the better that he had lost track of Nethis, because he wasn't the fearless fídi he had promised he would be, and she would have been ashamed of her littlest brother.
"Th-thea!" he tried, unsure what else to shout, trying to locate his middle sister, trying to stop crying even though he couldn't because he knew that stupid Valaoritis boy was going to make fun of him for it. As soon as he spotted her, he ran for the woman, wrapping himself tightly around her waist and refusing to let go, for it was the only safety he could feel. "Thea! She ate a rat, and now she's going to eat m-me! I think she's the witch, because it's not you, and it's not Evras and...and she ate a rat!" It was a bit of a stretch, but Mihail's mind wasn't accurately functioning at its best at the moment, and his suspicions felt perfectly reasonable.
The chaos followed the barking of hounds and the panicked shouts as the rats spewed from the corpse. Wide-eyed and guilty of a bitten-off exclamation herself, Thea backed hurriedly away from the disgusting and disturbing sight. Instinct had her scanning the crowd for her siblings and she watched in horror as the festering, bile covered rodents scampered forth.
One rushed directly towards her brother.
"Mihail!" Thea started, immediately jostled by others who tried to escape the chaos. It was uncommon for someone of her birth to be mishandled in such a way, but it was not long before her guard reached out and steadied her before he lifted his leg and promptly crushed one of the nasty creatures beneath his heel. The accompanying squeal and squelch turned her stomach.
In an instant, she made it to Mihail from slightly behind him, pulling him back to her, his back pressed against her front as her arms wrapped around his shoulders and chest protectively. Once there, she looked to her guard, who had taken to the task of crushing some of the rodents again, especially in a dance that kept him from being bitten by their snarling, foamed fangs.
The sudden movement before the two Thanasi, though, grabbed her attention and her mouth hung open in abject horror as she watched the fiery-haired priestess crush the vermin in her hands - with her teeth.
Mihail did not handle the sight well, and Thea handled it only barely so out of the need to comfort and protect her younger brother. Her hands anxiously found purchase on him as he wrapped his arms around her waist in fear. The only issue being that by doing so, it was nearly impossible for them to move away through the alarmed crowd. Some men followed suit with her guards and attempted to crush the rats with anything from staffs to boots, but the squirming chaos of them only worsened as several wove their way through the legs of screaming women.
'Their plagued! Cursed!'
'Oh, gods! It touched me!'
'Augh, it bit me!'
'It's a spell! Make them stop!'
The angry shouts rose further and further into the air, and as the rats prittered off through the crowd, the eyes of the angry Oreboeans turned to the three of them - Thea, Mihail, and the Priestess of Artemis. Some object flew through the air at them.
Thea all but panicked, eyes wide as the crowd turned on them, arms wrapped around Mihail but pulling him away from her enough so they could flee.
"We have to get out of here! Quick!"
Thea's guard immediately stepped forward, standing defensively and helping them back away. Thea felt someone grab at her chiton from behind her, yanking free a golden fibulae of a coiled serpent, which clattered noiselessly to the ground.
"To the manor!"
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The chaos followed the barking of hounds and the panicked shouts as the rats spewed from the corpse. Wide-eyed and guilty of a bitten-off exclamation herself, Thea backed hurriedly away from the disgusting and disturbing sight. Instinct had her scanning the crowd for her siblings and she watched in horror as the festering, bile covered rodents scampered forth.
One rushed directly towards her brother.
"Mihail!" Thea started, immediately jostled by others who tried to escape the chaos. It was uncommon for someone of her birth to be mishandled in such a way, but it was not long before her guard reached out and steadied her before he lifted his leg and promptly crushed one of the nasty creatures beneath his heel. The accompanying squeal and squelch turned her stomach.
In an instant, she made it to Mihail from slightly behind him, pulling him back to her, his back pressed against her front as her arms wrapped around his shoulders and chest protectively. Once there, she looked to her guard, who had taken to the task of crushing some of the rodents again, especially in a dance that kept him from being bitten by their snarling, foamed fangs.
The sudden movement before the two Thanasi, though, grabbed her attention and her mouth hung open in abject horror as she watched the fiery-haired priestess crush the vermin in her hands - with her teeth.
Mihail did not handle the sight well, and Thea handled it only barely so out of the need to comfort and protect her younger brother. Her hands anxiously found purchase on him as he wrapped his arms around her waist in fear. The only issue being that by doing so, it was nearly impossible for them to move away through the alarmed crowd. Some men followed suit with her guards and attempted to crush the rats with anything from staffs to boots, but the squirming chaos of them only worsened as several wove their way through the legs of screaming women.
'Their plagued! Cursed!'
'Oh, gods! It touched me!'
'Augh, it bit me!'
'It's a spell! Make them stop!'
The angry shouts rose further and further into the air, and as the rats prittered off through the crowd, the eyes of the angry Oreboeans turned to the three of them - Thea, Mihail, and the Priestess of Artemis. Some object flew through the air at them.
Thea all but panicked, eyes wide as the crowd turned on them, arms wrapped around Mihail but pulling him away from her enough so they could flee.
"We have to get out of here! Quick!"
Thea's guard immediately stepped forward, standing defensively and helping them back away. Thea felt someone grab at her chiton from behind her, yanking free a golden fibulae of a coiled serpent, which clattered noiselessly to the ground.
"To the manor!"
The chaos followed the barking of hounds and the panicked shouts as the rats spewed from the corpse. Wide-eyed and guilty of a bitten-off exclamation herself, Thea backed hurriedly away from the disgusting and disturbing sight. Instinct had her scanning the crowd for her siblings and she watched in horror as the festering, bile covered rodents scampered forth.
One rushed directly towards her brother.
"Mihail!" Thea started, immediately jostled by others who tried to escape the chaos. It was uncommon for someone of her birth to be mishandled in such a way, but it was not long before her guard reached out and steadied her before he lifted his leg and promptly crushed one of the nasty creatures beneath his heel. The accompanying squeal and squelch turned her stomach.
In an instant, she made it to Mihail from slightly behind him, pulling him back to her, his back pressed against her front as her arms wrapped around his shoulders and chest protectively. Once there, she looked to her guard, who had taken to the task of crushing some of the rodents again, especially in a dance that kept him from being bitten by their snarling, foamed fangs.
The sudden movement before the two Thanasi, though, grabbed her attention and her mouth hung open in abject horror as she watched the fiery-haired priestess crush the vermin in her hands - with her teeth.
Mihail did not handle the sight well, and Thea handled it only barely so out of the need to comfort and protect her younger brother. Her hands anxiously found purchase on him as he wrapped his arms around her waist in fear. The only issue being that by doing so, it was nearly impossible for them to move away through the alarmed crowd. Some men followed suit with her guards and attempted to crush the rats with anything from staffs to boots, but the squirming chaos of them only worsened as several wove their way through the legs of screaming women.
'Their plagued! Cursed!'
'Oh, gods! It touched me!'
'Augh, it bit me!'
'It's a spell! Make them stop!'
The angry shouts rose further and further into the air, and as the rats prittered off through the crowd, the eyes of the angry Oreboeans turned to the three of them - Thea, Mihail, and the Priestess of Artemis. Some object flew through the air at them.
Thea all but panicked, eyes wide as the crowd turned on them, arms wrapped around Mihail but pulling him away from her enough so they could flee.
"We have to get out of here! Quick!"
Thea's guard immediately stepped forward, standing defensively and helping them back away. Thea felt someone grab at her chiton from behind her, yanking free a golden fibulae of a coiled serpent, which clattered noiselessly to the ground.
"To the manor!"
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Did the Valaoritis believe in witches?
As Zenais asked Timaeus whether or not the family believed that the Thanasis were witches; his own answer was a resounding yes.
Now, this wasn’t an intentional belief that Amaxius and Periella had passed down to their middle child. After all, what parent would sit their child down and possibly traumatize them by saying that not only were witches real, but some of the children that Timaeus knew were part of that coven? No one in their right mind, that’s who! However, that didn’t stop his parents had been careless in how they discussed the Thanasis when their young brood was around. There had been countless times that Amaxius had openly called the royal family witches after frustrating meetings in the dikastiro and would rant to his wife about some failed proposal, completely unaware that his sons could hear from just down the hall. That only reaffirmed the stories that Timaeus had been told when he was little, barely Roxana’s age, and his parents threatened that the boys would be sent to live with the ‘witches coven’ whenever they misbehaved. His parents had been foolish enough to believe that the children would simply grow out of the childish fears like they would with other figments of their imagination.
However, what they didn’t anticipate was the rivalry that would develop between their middle son and the youngest Thanasi boy.
Even though the children were only a day apart in age, the two of them couldn’t be more different. Where Timaeus took to military endeavors like a fish to water; Mihail seemed to have more an aptitude for courtly activities. (The other boy, of course, was hindered by his failure to thrive and adapt to social norms as he aged from babe to young man; but still, anyone could admit that when the two were compared, Mihail had the upper hand when it came to social skills.) If the boys had been left to their own devices, perhaps they may have been mostly indifferent to each other as they recognized that they had nothing in common. However, that could have never happened. Everyone assumed that because the boys were the same age they would be great friends on that sheer fact alone and thus they were shoved into each other’s company at every turn.
This forced interaction had shown Timmy what Mihail for what he truly was; a whining, sniveling brat who wouldn’t know the first thing about bravery if it hit him in the face. (Timaeus should know. He had done exactly that on the odd occasion that Mihail became too unbearable for the Valaoritis to handle.) The Valaoritis boy couldn’t fathom why Mihail was this way either. After all, they were Colchians and everyone knew that Colchians were strong and courageous and most certainly did not hide behind the skirts of their eldest sister. The only explanation that Timaeus had for why Mihail was such an oddity was that the stories he had heard growing up were true and the whole family weren’t Colchians at all! They were all witches and they had been so disappointed with the birth of a boy that the coven was trying to raise Mihail as a girl so he could join their ranks.
It made perfect sense… didn’t it?
As outlandish as this theory was, Timaeus had seen nothing to counteract this belief, especially now that there was a dead body in the same town that the Thanasis was conveniently visiting. So, it was little surprise that when Timaeus’s crush tried to steer the Valaoritis boy off the path of accusing a royal household of witchcraft, he only met her concerned look with one of indignation. “ Of course they’re real! Everyone knows that.” The young boy quickly countered, clearly puzzled as to why Zenais wouldn’t believe that they were real. For Timaeus, it was just a simple fact of life that Witches were real and their name was Thanasi.
“ Just think for a moment Zen, the whole family is so twisted and shady. Plus, it doesn’t hurt that there was a body found today when all of them are here.” Although his case was a passionate one, it was clear that if Timaeus was pressed for more reasons why the Thanasis were the sinister evil-doers that he believed them to be, he would not be able to provide them. His own opinions were misunderstood retellings of what he had overheard from those who knew better. In many ways; he was just a parrot for the words of his father.
However, that would certainly change this day. As the pair moved away from the place where the Thanasi siblings had accosted them and closer to the crowd surrounding the body; Timaeus had a certain gut feeling that this was going to be a day that he would never forget. The whispers of who the man could be and how he ended up dead in the street certainly struck a chord with Timaeus. Soon enough, even he with all the foolhardy bravado of a young boy trying to impress a pretty girl was absolutely horrified by the graphic descriptions of what might have happened to the man. In fact, he grew rather nauseous as one man nearby described what kind of weapon would need to be used in order to remove the man’s liver.
“ Maybe we should--” His face was a little green when he turned to Zenais and tried to suggest that they heed the warnings to stay away from the crowd as her father had suggested, but before Timaeus even got the chance to finish his sentences all hades broke loose. As the two noble children made their way through the crowd, they had missed the order by Zanon for the group to disperse. Thus, their own childish curiosity had brought them close enough to the front that when a collective scream rose up from the group, the two of them were just too deep to move out of the way as a hoard of rats erupted from the man’s stomach, all foaming at the mouth. The children, being close enough to see this happen, were understandably terrified as the vermin poured from the body as if it was some disgusting bloody, furry stream.
Timaeus was screaming out fear when he latched onto Zenais’s arm and tried to pull her away from the chaos. Somehow the boy was able to string together a barely cohesive sentence as the pair tried to run from the rats, “ GO! GO! GO! WE GOTTA GO!” Even though the children, as lithe and energetic as they were, weren’t fast enough to outrun the rats as the scamped about, nipping at their heels all the while. Timaeus yelped every time the slightest patch of fur or long, slippery tail brushed past his legs. He was lucky, so far in that none had bitten him, but he didn’t know if the same could be said for Zenais. Seven hades, he had no idea how the girl was faring at all as he was so laser-focused on getting the pair away from the body and away from the rats that he couldn’t pay any attention to the girl other than the action of dragging her along to safety. Timaeus was a Colchian and soon he would be a soldier. Soldiers protected people. He had to protect Zenais. He had to get her to safety. That’s what men like him do.
As Timaeus tried to steer them through the crowd, he made the foolish mistake of putting more of his attention on not running into people than he did on keeping his gaze on the ground. If he had, he might have been able to see the rat that was crossing right in front of his feet. Maybe, if he had done, that he would have realized that his foot was coming down on top of the vile creature, crushing it beneath his shoe.
But he didn’t.
Not until he heard the loud crunch of its fragile bones breaking beneath the weight of the boy.
Timaeus screamed holy murder as he toppled to the ground, not sure why his foot was suddenly gross and wet as he fell over. If Mihail saw him, surely the Thanasi boy would laugh; but as he tried to scramble up from the ground, both of them would have been distracted by the same sight. A girl, only a few years older than Zenais, had grabbed one of the rats from the ground and was now eating it in the middle of the street. This imagery broke the poor boy’s mind as he screamed in terror and tried to fill in the blanks with the only thing that he could possibly think of that would explain why a girl just ate a rat that was nesting in a dead man’s body.
“An Empousa! An Empousa! It’s an Empousa!” Timaeus was screaming his head off as he scrambled to his feet; unknowingly accusing a Priestess of Artemis of being one of the most twisted creatures from his mythology. Everyone knew that the Empousa were dangerous, vampiric creatures that feasted on the blood and flesh of young men that were lured in by their beauty. It was all trap though as beneath their pretty facade the Empousa had two mismatched legs (one of bronze and one belonging to a donkey) and hair of fire. Although Timaeus didn’t know if the Priestess had non-human legs, she certainly had the red hair that Timaeus would imagine was a part of the vampires that haunted the scary stories of his childhood.
Needless to say, the boy was absolutely frantic as he finally got to his feet and was no longer thinking rationally as he tried to pull Zenais away from the witches and the Empousa that had descended upon their town and the pair were lucky in how their frantic dash had almost gotten them through the crowd and away from the threats of danger. However, there was still one more challenge the pair had to face and it was something that Timaeus would unwittingly rain down upon them; the fury of an angry mob. As the pair turned to flee from Aedea, they unknowingly found themselves facing the carriage that two of the few Thanasis were left were slipping into. Timaeus, in his full-fledged terror from the events unfolding around them, foolishly yelled at the top his lungs, “ They did this! Don’t let them getaway! Make them make the rats and the Empousa go away!”
However, he was just one voice in a crowd and a tiny one at that. If Zenais could shake him out of it, perhaps she could get him to stop screeching before someone in the crowd heard… especially if she had her wits about her and recognized that not only were the Thanasis not responsible, but that carriage was a quick escape for the pair.
She would have to move fast though as it could only take one voice to turn a scared crowd against a common enemy…
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Did the Valaoritis believe in witches?
As Zenais asked Timaeus whether or not the family believed that the Thanasis were witches; his own answer was a resounding yes.
Now, this wasn’t an intentional belief that Amaxius and Periella had passed down to their middle child. After all, what parent would sit their child down and possibly traumatize them by saying that not only were witches real, but some of the children that Timaeus knew were part of that coven? No one in their right mind, that’s who! However, that didn’t stop his parents had been careless in how they discussed the Thanasis when their young brood was around. There had been countless times that Amaxius had openly called the royal family witches after frustrating meetings in the dikastiro and would rant to his wife about some failed proposal, completely unaware that his sons could hear from just down the hall. That only reaffirmed the stories that Timaeus had been told when he was little, barely Roxana’s age, and his parents threatened that the boys would be sent to live with the ‘witches coven’ whenever they misbehaved. His parents had been foolish enough to believe that the children would simply grow out of the childish fears like they would with other figments of their imagination.
However, what they didn’t anticipate was the rivalry that would develop between their middle son and the youngest Thanasi boy.
Even though the children were only a day apart in age, the two of them couldn’t be more different. Where Timaeus took to military endeavors like a fish to water; Mihail seemed to have more an aptitude for courtly activities. (The other boy, of course, was hindered by his failure to thrive and adapt to social norms as he aged from babe to young man; but still, anyone could admit that when the two were compared, Mihail had the upper hand when it came to social skills.) If the boys had been left to their own devices, perhaps they may have been mostly indifferent to each other as they recognized that they had nothing in common. However, that could have never happened. Everyone assumed that because the boys were the same age they would be great friends on that sheer fact alone and thus they were shoved into each other’s company at every turn.
This forced interaction had shown Timmy what Mihail for what he truly was; a whining, sniveling brat who wouldn’t know the first thing about bravery if it hit him in the face. (Timaeus should know. He had done exactly that on the odd occasion that Mihail became too unbearable for the Valaoritis to handle.) The Valaoritis boy couldn’t fathom why Mihail was this way either. After all, they were Colchians and everyone knew that Colchians were strong and courageous and most certainly did not hide behind the skirts of their eldest sister. The only explanation that Timaeus had for why Mihail was such an oddity was that the stories he had heard growing up were true and the whole family weren’t Colchians at all! They were all witches and they had been so disappointed with the birth of a boy that the coven was trying to raise Mihail as a girl so he could join their ranks.
It made perfect sense… didn’t it?
As outlandish as this theory was, Timaeus had seen nothing to counteract this belief, especially now that there was a dead body in the same town that the Thanasis was conveniently visiting. So, it was little surprise that when Timaeus’s crush tried to steer the Valaoritis boy off the path of accusing a royal household of witchcraft, he only met her concerned look with one of indignation. “ Of course they’re real! Everyone knows that.” The young boy quickly countered, clearly puzzled as to why Zenais wouldn’t believe that they were real. For Timaeus, it was just a simple fact of life that Witches were real and their name was Thanasi.
“ Just think for a moment Zen, the whole family is so twisted and shady. Plus, it doesn’t hurt that there was a body found today when all of them are here.” Although his case was a passionate one, it was clear that if Timaeus was pressed for more reasons why the Thanasis were the sinister evil-doers that he believed them to be, he would not be able to provide them. His own opinions were misunderstood retellings of what he had overheard from those who knew better. In many ways; he was just a parrot for the words of his father.
However, that would certainly change this day. As the pair moved away from the place where the Thanasi siblings had accosted them and closer to the crowd surrounding the body; Timaeus had a certain gut feeling that this was going to be a day that he would never forget. The whispers of who the man could be and how he ended up dead in the street certainly struck a chord with Timaeus. Soon enough, even he with all the foolhardy bravado of a young boy trying to impress a pretty girl was absolutely horrified by the graphic descriptions of what might have happened to the man. In fact, he grew rather nauseous as one man nearby described what kind of weapon would need to be used in order to remove the man’s liver.
“ Maybe we should--” His face was a little green when he turned to Zenais and tried to suggest that they heed the warnings to stay away from the crowd as her father had suggested, but before Timaeus even got the chance to finish his sentences all hades broke loose. As the two noble children made their way through the crowd, they had missed the order by Zanon for the group to disperse. Thus, their own childish curiosity had brought them close enough to the front that when a collective scream rose up from the group, the two of them were just too deep to move out of the way as a hoard of rats erupted from the man’s stomach, all foaming at the mouth. The children, being close enough to see this happen, were understandably terrified as the vermin poured from the body as if it was some disgusting bloody, furry stream.
Timaeus was screaming out fear when he latched onto Zenais’s arm and tried to pull her away from the chaos. Somehow the boy was able to string together a barely cohesive sentence as the pair tried to run from the rats, “ GO! GO! GO! WE GOTTA GO!” Even though the children, as lithe and energetic as they were, weren’t fast enough to outrun the rats as the scamped about, nipping at their heels all the while. Timaeus yelped every time the slightest patch of fur or long, slippery tail brushed past his legs. He was lucky, so far in that none had bitten him, but he didn’t know if the same could be said for Zenais. Seven hades, he had no idea how the girl was faring at all as he was so laser-focused on getting the pair away from the body and away from the rats that he couldn’t pay any attention to the girl other than the action of dragging her along to safety. Timaeus was a Colchian and soon he would be a soldier. Soldiers protected people. He had to protect Zenais. He had to get her to safety. That’s what men like him do.
As Timaeus tried to steer them through the crowd, he made the foolish mistake of putting more of his attention on not running into people than he did on keeping his gaze on the ground. If he had, he might have been able to see the rat that was crossing right in front of his feet. Maybe, if he had done, that he would have realized that his foot was coming down on top of the vile creature, crushing it beneath his shoe.
But he didn’t.
Not until he heard the loud crunch of its fragile bones breaking beneath the weight of the boy.
Timaeus screamed holy murder as he toppled to the ground, not sure why his foot was suddenly gross and wet as he fell over. If Mihail saw him, surely the Thanasi boy would laugh; but as he tried to scramble up from the ground, both of them would have been distracted by the same sight. A girl, only a few years older than Zenais, had grabbed one of the rats from the ground and was now eating it in the middle of the street. This imagery broke the poor boy’s mind as he screamed in terror and tried to fill in the blanks with the only thing that he could possibly think of that would explain why a girl just ate a rat that was nesting in a dead man’s body.
“An Empousa! An Empousa! It’s an Empousa!” Timaeus was screaming his head off as he scrambled to his feet; unknowingly accusing a Priestess of Artemis of being one of the most twisted creatures from his mythology. Everyone knew that the Empousa were dangerous, vampiric creatures that feasted on the blood and flesh of young men that were lured in by their beauty. It was all trap though as beneath their pretty facade the Empousa had two mismatched legs (one of bronze and one belonging to a donkey) and hair of fire. Although Timaeus didn’t know if the Priestess had non-human legs, she certainly had the red hair that Timaeus would imagine was a part of the vampires that haunted the scary stories of his childhood.
Needless to say, the boy was absolutely frantic as he finally got to his feet and was no longer thinking rationally as he tried to pull Zenais away from the witches and the Empousa that had descended upon their town and the pair were lucky in how their frantic dash had almost gotten them through the crowd and away from the threats of danger. However, there was still one more challenge the pair had to face and it was something that Timaeus would unwittingly rain down upon them; the fury of an angry mob. As the pair turned to flee from Aedea, they unknowingly found themselves facing the carriage that two of the few Thanasis were left were slipping into. Timaeus, in his full-fledged terror from the events unfolding around them, foolishly yelled at the top his lungs, “ They did this! Don’t let them getaway! Make them make the rats and the Empousa go away!”
However, he was just one voice in a crowd and a tiny one at that. If Zenais could shake him out of it, perhaps she could get him to stop screeching before someone in the crowd heard… especially if she had her wits about her and recognized that not only were the Thanasis not responsible, but that carriage was a quick escape for the pair.
She would have to move fast though as it could only take one voice to turn a scared crowd against a common enemy…
Did the Valaoritis believe in witches?
As Zenais asked Timaeus whether or not the family believed that the Thanasis were witches; his own answer was a resounding yes.
Now, this wasn’t an intentional belief that Amaxius and Periella had passed down to their middle child. After all, what parent would sit their child down and possibly traumatize them by saying that not only were witches real, but some of the children that Timaeus knew were part of that coven? No one in their right mind, that’s who! However, that didn’t stop his parents had been careless in how they discussed the Thanasis when their young brood was around. There had been countless times that Amaxius had openly called the royal family witches after frustrating meetings in the dikastiro and would rant to his wife about some failed proposal, completely unaware that his sons could hear from just down the hall. That only reaffirmed the stories that Timaeus had been told when he was little, barely Roxana’s age, and his parents threatened that the boys would be sent to live with the ‘witches coven’ whenever they misbehaved. His parents had been foolish enough to believe that the children would simply grow out of the childish fears like they would with other figments of their imagination.
However, what they didn’t anticipate was the rivalry that would develop between their middle son and the youngest Thanasi boy.
Even though the children were only a day apart in age, the two of them couldn’t be more different. Where Timaeus took to military endeavors like a fish to water; Mihail seemed to have more an aptitude for courtly activities. (The other boy, of course, was hindered by his failure to thrive and adapt to social norms as he aged from babe to young man; but still, anyone could admit that when the two were compared, Mihail had the upper hand when it came to social skills.) If the boys had been left to their own devices, perhaps they may have been mostly indifferent to each other as they recognized that they had nothing in common. However, that could have never happened. Everyone assumed that because the boys were the same age they would be great friends on that sheer fact alone and thus they were shoved into each other’s company at every turn.
This forced interaction had shown Timmy what Mihail for what he truly was; a whining, sniveling brat who wouldn’t know the first thing about bravery if it hit him in the face. (Timaeus should know. He had done exactly that on the odd occasion that Mihail became too unbearable for the Valaoritis to handle.) The Valaoritis boy couldn’t fathom why Mihail was this way either. After all, they were Colchians and everyone knew that Colchians were strong and courageous and most certainly did not hide behind the skirts of their eldest sister. The only explanation that Timaeus had for why Mihail was such an oddity was that the stories he had heard growing up were true and the whole family weren’t Colchians at all! They were all witches and they had been so disappointed with the birth of a boy that the coven was trying to raise Mihail as a girl so he could join their ranks.
It made perfect sense… didn’t it?
As outlandish as this theory was, Timaeus had seen nothing to counteract this belief, especially now that there was a dead body in the same town that the Thanasis was conveniently visiting. So, it was little surprise that when Timaeus’s crush tried to steer the Valaoritis boy off the path of accusing a royal household of witchcraft, he only met her concerned look with one of indignation. “ Of course they’re real! Everyone knows that.” The young boy quickly countered, clearly puzzled as to why Zenais wouldn’t believe that they were real. For Timaeus, it was just a simple fact of life that Witches were real and their name was Thanasi.
“ Just think for a moment Zen, the whole family is so twisted and shady. Plus, it doesn’t hurt that there was a body found today when all of them are here.” Although his case was a passionate one, it was clear that if Timaeus was pressed for more reasons why the Thanasis were the sinister evil-doers that he believed them to be, he would not be able to provide them. His own opinions were misunderstood retellings of what he had overheard from those who knew better. In many ways; he was just a parrot for the words of his father.
However, that would certainly change this day. As the pair moved away from the place where the Thanasi siblings had accosted them and closer to the crowd surrounding the body; Timaeus had a certain gut feeling that this was going to be a day that he would never forget. The whispers of who the man could be and how he ended up dead in the street certainly struck a chord with Timaeus. Soon enough, even he with all the foolhardy bravado of a young boy trying to impress a pretty girl was absolutely horrified by the graphic descriptions of what might have happened to the man. In fact, he grew rather nauseous as one man nearby described what kind of weapon would need to be used in order to remove the man’s liver.
“ Maybe we should--” His face was a little green when he turned to Zenais and tried to suggest that they heed the warnings to stay away from the crowd as her father had suggested, but before Timaeus even got the chance to finish his sentences all hades broke loose. As the two noble children made their way through the crowd, they had missed the order by Zanon for the group to disperse. Thus, their own childish curiosity had brought them close enough to the front that when a collective scream rose up from the group, the two of them were just too deep to move out of the way as a hoard of rats erupted from the man’s stomach, all foaming at the mouth. The children, being close enough to see this happen, were understandably terrified as the vermin poured from the body as if it was some disgusting bloody, furry stream.
Timaeus was screaming out fear when he latched onto Zenais’s arm and tried to pull her away from the chaos. Somehow the boy was able to string together a barely cohesive sentence as the pair tried to run from the rats, “ GO! GO! GO! WE GOTTA GO!” Even though the children, as lithe and energetic as they were, weren’t fast enough to outrun the rats as the scamped about, nipping at their heels all the while. Timaeus yelped every time the slightest patch of fur or long, slippery tail brushed past his legs. He was lucky, so far in that none had bitten him, but he didn’t know if the same could be said for Zenais. Seven hades, he had no idea how the girl was faring at all as he was so laser-focused on getting the pair away from the body and away from the rats that he couldn’t pay any attention to the girl other than the action of dragging her along to safety. Timaeus was a Colchian and soon he would be a soldier. Soldiers protected people. He had to protect Zenais. He had to get her to safety. That’s what men like him do.
As Timaeus tried to steer them through the crowd, he made the foolish mistake of putting more of his attention on not running into people than he did on keeping his gaze on the ground. If he had, he might have been able to see the rat that was crossing right in front of his feet. Maybe, if he had done, that he would have realized that his foot was coming down on top of the vile creature, crushing it beneath his shoe.
But he didn’t.
Not until he heard the loud crunch of its fragile bones breaking beneath the weight of the boy.
Timaeus screamed holy murder as he toppled to the ground, not sure why his foot was suddenly gross and wet as he fell over. If Mihail saw him, surely the Thanasi boy would laugh; but as he tried to scramble up from the ground, both of them would have been distracted by the same sight. A girl, only a few years older than Zenais, had grabbed one of the rats from the ground and was now eating it in the middle of the street. This imagery broke the poor boy’s mind as he screamed in terror and tried to fill in the blanks with the only thing that he could possibly think of that would explain why a girl just ate a rat that was nesting in a dead man’s body.
“An Empousa! An Empousa! It’s an Empousa!” Timaeus was screaming his head off as he scrambled to his feet; unknowingly accusing a Priestess of Artemis of being one of the most twisted creatures from his mythology. Everyone knew that the Empousa were dangerous, vampiric creatures that feasted on the blood and flesh of young men that were lured in by their beauty. It was all trap though as beneath their pretty facade the Empousa had two mismatched legs (one of bronze and one belonging to a donkey) and hair of fire. Although Timaeus didn’t know if the Priestess had non-human legs, she certainly had the red hair that Timaeus would imagine was a part of the vampires that haunted the scary stories of his childhood.
Needless to say, the boy was absolutely frantic as he finally got to his feet and was no longer thinking rationally as he tried to pull Zenais away from the witches and the Empousa that had descended upon their town and the pair were lucky in how their frantic dash had almost gotten them through the crowd and away from the threats of danger. However, there was still one more challenge the pair had to face and it was something that Timaeus would unwittingly rain down upon them; the fury of an angry mob. As the pair turned to flee from Aedea, they unknowingly found themselves facing the carriage that two of the few Thanasis were left were slipping into. Timaeus, in his full-fledged terror from the events unfolding around them, foolishly yelled at the top his lungs, “ They did this! Don’t let them getaway! Make them make the rats and the Empousa go away!”
However, he was just one voice in a crowd and a tiny one at that. If Zenais could shake him out of it, perhaps she could get him to stop screeching before someone in the crowd heard… especially if she had her wits about her and recognized that not only were the Thanasis not responsible, but that carriage was a quick escape for the pair.
She would have to move fast though as it could only take one voice to turn a scared crowd against a common enemy…
That Timaeus actually believed in witches was surprising to Zenais, for her own parents had hardly told her the same. Then again, Proteus and Effie of Alistaire were not one to regale her of such stories, especially since young Zenais would much rather listen to the stories upon the winds of the breeze in Lyncaea then listen to old people talking. Surprise sprinkled with a little confusion shone in her clear blue eyes as she heard the whispers, and made it a point to ask her father upon this matter once she returned. Even after all that Timaeus had told her, Zenais was a daddy's girl at heart, and would only believe something after Proteus himself had confirmed the fact.
Before that thought could solidify in her mind however, the young girl's attention was quickly dashed when more whispers grew from a silent rustle to a loud rush that was more akin to a creek bubbling now, further turning her interest from conversing with the young Valaoritis lord to what was taking place.
Her short stature however, meant that even on tiptoes, Zenais could only catch snippets of what was going on in the conversations and decisions that was taking place. On top of that, her younger, lesser education meant some of the words used flew past the top of her head, so much so that when Timaues turned to her looking rather green, Zenais cocked her head in curiosity, wondering why exactly was her friend looking as if he was about to throw up his meal the next moment.
It was an unspoken question though, for suddenly a flurry of activity found Zenais practically plucked off her feet, but not before she had a chance to see the rat bursting forth. The young girl ahd seen rats before of course, living in a province so close to the countryside. But that didn't mean she liked them.
The girl didn't need Timaeus to pull her, a scream escaped from her own lips as she tried to dash off as quick as she could, her skin prickling at even the faintest idea that the rats could come running to her and, Gods forbid, their vermin fur brushing against her skin. The young girl's small body meant it was even harder to scamper and avoid larger, adult bodies as she tried to get away, and each time a slithery tail brushed against her, Zenais let out another scream, almost sure she was going to die each time.
Going along like a doll being dragged, all Zenais wanted was to get as far away from the rodents as possible, that she didn't even realize Timaeus had fallen. Her feet catching in the lord's fallen form, she pitched forward and fell headfirst, her vision still hazy as she scrambled up to Timaeus's cries of a creature she knew to be related to vampiric creatures in the stories she had been told, or as far as she could remember.
Her heart rate kicked up a notch when she turned and saw blood smeared across a woman's face, and without even realizing it, yet another scream came from Zenais's lips as her limbs froze, tears pricking the side of her eyes. Where were her parents when she needed them? Timaeus dragged her, but when he suddenly stopped and tried to yell, Zenais clamped her hands on to the younger lord's hand and dragged at him. "Not now, Timmy! Even if it is, someone else will handle them. We are not of the royal houses." she hissed through her tear-rimmed eyes, desperation obvious in her eyes. "We've got to get out of here. Let the grown ups handle this!" she insisted, trying to shut him up by clamping her hand over his mouth, she yanked at him to try and get him over to the carriage. She now only wanted to get to where she had left her parents, and she could only get there if she could first get away from the angry mob, something a small young girl could not do unless she had the barricade of a carriage around her.
With a strength fueled mostly by adrenaline (for Zenais was pint sized next to Timaeus), she forcefully pulled him to her carriage, her tears already threatening to spill out by the time they bundled in, and her father blinked in surprise when they saw the young lord Zenais had dragged along, quickly recognizing who he was. But with young Zenais teary and close to sobs, her parents had no choice but to bring Timaeus along to deposit him with his family as their carriage rolled away, a young sobbing Zenais nestled on her mother's lap.
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That Timaeus actually believed in witches was surprising to Zenais, for her own parents had hardly told her the same. Then again, Proteus and Effie of Alistaire were not one to regale her of such stories, especially since young Zenais would much rather listen to the stories upon the winds of the breeze in Lyncaea then listen to old people talking. Surprise sprinkled with a little confusion shone in her clear blue eyes as she heard the whispers, and made it a point to ask her father upon this matter once she returned. Even after all that Timaeus had told her, Zenais was a daddy's girl at heart, and would only believe something after Proteus himself had confirmed the fact.
Before that thought could solidify in her mind however, the young girl's attention was quickly dashed when more whispers grew from a silent rustle to a loud rush that was more akin to a creek bubbling now, further turning her interest from conversing with the young Valaoritis lord to what was taking place.
Her short stature however, meant that even on tiptoes, Zenais could only catch snippets of what was going on in the conversations and decisions that was taking place. On top of that, her younger, lesser education meant some of the words used flew past the top of her head, so much so that when Timaues turned to her looking rather green, Zenais cocked her head in curiosity, wondering why exactly was her friend looking as if he was about to throw up his meal the next moment.
It was an unspoken question though, for suddenly a flurry of activity found Zenais practically plucked off her feet, but not before she had a chance to see the rat bursting forth. The young girl ahd seen rats before of course, living in a province so close to the countryside. But that didn't mean she liked them.
The girl didn't need Timaeus to pull her, a scream escaped from her own lips as she tried to dash off as quick as she could, her skin prickling at even the faintest idea that the rats could come running to her and, Gods forbid, their vermin fur brushing against her skin. The young girl's small body meant it was even harder to scamper and avoid larger, adult bodies as she tried to get away, and each time a slithery tail brushed against her, Zenais let out another scream, almost sure she was going to die each time.
Going along like a doll being dragged, all Zenais wanted was to get as far away from the rodents as possible, that she didn't even realize Timaeus had fallen. Her feet catching in the lord's fallen form, she pitched forward and fell headfirst, her vision still hazy as she scrambled up to Timaeus's cries of a creature she knew to be related to vampiric creatures in the stories she had been told, or as far as she could remember.
Her heart rate kicked up a notch when she turned and saw blood smeared across a woman's face, and without even realizing it, yet another scream came from Zenais's lips as her limbs froze, tears pricking the side of her eyes. Where were her parents when she needed them? Timaeus dragged her, but when he suddenly stopped and tried to yell, Zenais clamped her hands on to the younger lord's hand and dragged at him. "Not now, Timmy! Even if it is, someone else will handle them. We are not of the royal houses." she hissed through her tear-rimmed eyes, desperation obvious in her eyes. "We've got to get out of here. Let the grown ups handle this!" she insisted, trying to shut him up by clamping her hand over his mouth, she yanked at him to try and get him over to the carriage. She now only wanted to get to where she had left her parents, and she could only get there if she could first get away from the angry mob, something a small young girl could not do unless she had the barricade of a carriage around her.
With a strength fueled mostly by adrenaline (for Zenais was pint sized next to Timaeus), she forcefully pulled him to her carriage, her tears already threatening to spill out by the time they bundled in, and her father blinked in surprise when they saw the young lord Zenais had dragged along, quickly recognizing who he was. But with young Zenais teary and close to sobs, her parents had no choice but to bring Timaeus along to deposit him with his family as their carriage rolled away, a young sobbing Zenais nestled on her mother's lap.
That Timaeus actually believed in witches was surprising to Zenais, for her own parents had hardly told her the same. Then again, Proteus and Effie of Alistaire were not one to regale her of such stories, especially since young Zenais would much rather listen to the stories upon the winds of the breeze in Lyncaea then listen to old people talking. Surprise sprinkled with a little confusion shone in her clear blue eyes as she heard the whispers, and made it a point to ask her father upon this matter once she returned. Even after all that Timaeus had told her, Zenais was a daddy's girl at heart, and would only believe something after Proteus himself had confirmed the fact.
Before that thought could solidify in her mind however, the young girl's attention was quickly dashed when more whispers grew from a silent rustle to a loud rush that was more akin to a creek bubbling now, further turning her interest from conversing with the young Valaoritis lord to what was taking place.
Her short stature however, meant that even on tiptoes, Zenais could only catch snippets of what was going on in the conversations and decisions that was taking place. On top of that, her younger, lesser education meant some of the words used flew past the top of her head, so much so that when Timaues turned to her looking rather green, Zenais cocked her head in curiosity, wondering why exactly was her friend looking as if he was about to throw up his meal the next moment.
It was an unspoken question though, for suddenly a flurry of activity found Zenais practically plucked off her feet, but not before she had a chance to see the rat bursting forth. The young girl ahd seen rats before of course, living in a province so close to the countryside. But that didn't mean she liked them.
The girl didn't need Timaeus to pull her, a scream escaped from her own lips as she tried to dash off as quick as she could, her skin prickling at even the faintest idea that the rats could come running to her and, Gods forbid, their vermin fur brushing against her skin. The young girl's small body meant it was even harder to scamper and avoid larger, adult bodies as she tried to get away, and each time a slithery tail brushed against her, Zenais let out another scream, almost sure she was going to die each time.
Going along like a doll being dragged, all Zenais wanted was to get as far away from the rodents as possible, that she didn't even realize Timaeus had fallen. Her feet catching in the lord's fallen form, she pitched forward and fell headfirst, her vision still hazy as she scrambled up to Timaeus's cries of a creature she knew to be related to vampiric creatures in the stories she had been told, or as far as she could remember.
Her heart rate kicked up a notch when she turned and saw blood smeared across a woman's face, and without even realizing it, yet another scream came from Zenais's lips as her limbs froze, tears pricking the side of her eyes. Where were her parents when she needed them? Timaeus dragged her, but when he suddenly stopped and tried to yell, Zenais clamped her hands on to the younger lord's hand and dragged at him. "Not now, Timmy! Even if it is, someone else will handle them. We are not of the royal houses." she hissed through her tear-rimmed eyes, desperation obvious in her eyes. "We've got to get out of here. Let the grown ups handle this!" she insisted, trying to shut him up by clamping her hand over his mouth, she yanked at him to try and get him over to the carriage. She now only wanted to get to where she had left her parents, and she could only get there if she could first get away from the angry mob, something a small young girl could not do unless she had the barricade of a carriage around her.
With a strength fueled mostly by adrenaline (for Zenais was pint sized next to Timaeus), she forcefully pulled him to her carriage, her tears already threatening to spill out by the time they bundled in, and her father blinked in surprise when they saw the young lord Zenais had dragged along, quickly recognizing who he was. But with young Zenais teary and close to sobs, her parents had no choice but to bring Timaeus along to deposit him with his family as their carriage rolled away, a young sobbing Zenais nestled on her mother's lap.
This had to be the worst moment in the entirety of Mihail's short life. There was nothing he could think of worse than the sight he had just witnessed, and he had seen plenty of things he thought were horrifying. His arms were clamped around his sister, and he had shut his eyes as tightly as he could manage, because maybe if he couldn't see the woman, then he could pretend nothing had happened. It didn't work. Even with his eyes closed, the image of the mangy rat being ripped into bloody pieces continued to repeat in his mind, as if the horrid moment had no end and he was forever trapped in some nightmare.
Thea was tugging him away, the action obviously intended to allow them to move, and, for a moment, he refused to move even to aid her, but the stubbornness ended as soon as something came flying through the air, nearly hitting them. He didn't take the time to see what it was, but his grip around his sister loosened enough to let her begin to move them away, mildly (though hardly significantly enough) calmed by the guard who accompanied her, hoping the man would be able to protect them despite the size of the multitude which surrounded the smaller group.
Mihail didn't understand. He knew people mistakenly believed his sisters were witches, but they must have seen the way that woman had grabbed that rat and bitten into it, as if the action were the most normal thing in the world to her. His eyes had been closed, but he had heard some of the other children present shouting in fear, and yet it seemed half the adults were still fixated on attacking him and his sister, when they had done nothing. It was stupid, and it wasn't fair, and it made him angry at all the people who didn't know him but made such ignorant assumptions. A bit of him wanted to yell at them for being so dumb, but most of him just wanted to run away as far as possible, so instead of turning back to the crowd, he only kept himself close to Thea, eyeing the safety of the carriage and the manner and any idea of going home and not having to think about any rats or bodies or horrible people ever again.
It took the longest time imaginable to get back to the carriage. There were people everywhere, and they were angry at Thea for some made-up reason or another, and it felt like they were mad at Mihail too. He didn't let go of his sister until they seemed safe again and, when they were, he wasn't sure he'd ever been as eager to climb back into a carriage. Shrinking down in his seat, the littlest Thanasi tried to make himself seem as small as possible, think that, perhaps, if he appeared even younger than he already looked, any more potential attackers might take pity on him, and leave him be. He just wanted to go home, but the carriage didn't feel as if it could move fast enough.
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This had to be the worst moment in the entirety of Mihail's short life. There was nothing he could think of worse than the sight he had just witnessed, and he had seen plenty of things he thought were horrifying. His arms were clamped around his sister, and he had shut his eyes as tightly as he could manage, because maybe if he couldn't see the woman, then he could pretend nothing had happened. It didn't work. Even with his eyes closed, the image of the mangy rat being ripped into bloody pieces continued to repeat in his mind, as if the horrid moment had no end and he was forever trapped in some nightmare.
Thea was tugging him away, the action obviously intended to allow them to move, and, for a moment, he refused to move even to aid her, but the stubbornness ended as soon as something came flying through the air, nearly hitting them. He didn't take the time to see what it was, but his grip around his sister loosened enough to let her begin to move them away, mildly (though hardly significantly enough) calmed by the guard who accompanied her, hoping the man would be able to protect them despite the size of the multitude which surrounded the smaller group.
Mihail didn't understand. He knew people mistakenly believed his sisters were witches, but they must have seen the way that woman had grabbed that rat and bitten into it, as if the action were the most normal thing in the world to her. His eyes had been closed, but he had heard some of the other children present shouting in fear, and yet it seemed half the adults were still fixated on attacking him and his sister, when they had done nothing. It was stupid, and it wasn't fair, and it made him angry at all the people who didn't know him but made such ignorant assumptions. A bit of him wanted to yell at them for being so dumb, but most of him just wanted to run away as far as possible, so instead of turning back to the crowd, he only kept himself close to Thea, eyeing the safety of the carriage and the manner and any idea of going home and not having to think about any rats or bodies or horrible people ever again.
It took the longest time imaginable to get back to the carriage. There were people everywhere, and they were angry at Thea for some made-up reason or another, and it felt like they were mad at Mihail too. He didn't let go of his sister until they seemed safe again and, when they were, he wasn't sure he'd ever been as eager to climb back into a carriage. Shrinking down in his seat, the littlest Thanasi tried to make himself seem as small as possible, think that, perhaps, if he appeared even younger than he already looked, any more potential attackers might take pity on him, and leave him be. He just wanted to go home, but the carriage didn't feel as if it could move fast enough.
This had to be the worst moment in the entirety of Mihail's short life. There was nothing he could think of worse than the sight he had just witnessed, and he had seen plenty of things he thought were horrifying. His arms were clamped around his sister, and he had shut his eyes as tightly as he could manage, because maybe if he couldn't see the woman, then he could pretend nothing had happened. It didn't work. Even with his eyes closed, the image of the mangy rat being ripped into bloody pieces continued to repeat in his mind, as if the horrid moment had no end and he was forever trapped in some nightmare.
Thea was tugging him away, the action obviously intended to allow them to move, and, for a moment, he refused to move even to aid her, but the stubbornness ended as soon as something came flying through the air, nearly hitting them. He didn't take the time to see what it was, but his grip around his sister loosened enough to let her begin to move them away, mildly (though hardly significantly enough) calmed by the guard who accompanied her, hoping the man would be able to protect them despite the size of the multitude which surrounded the smaller group.
Mihail didn't understand. He knew people mistakenly believed his sisters were witches, but they must have seen the way that woman had grabbed that rat and bitten into it, as if the action were the most normal thing in the world to her. His eyes had been closed, but he had heard some of the other children present shouting in fear, and yet it seemed half the adults were still fixated on attacking him and his sister, when they had done nothing. It was stupid, and it wasn't fair, and it made him angry at all the people who didn't know him but made such ignorant assumptions. A bit of him wanted to yell at them for being so dumb, but most of him just wanted to run away as far as possible, so instead of turning back to the crowd, he only kept himself close to Thea, eyeing the safety of the carriage and the manner and any idea of going home and not having to think about any rats or bodies or horrible people ever again.
It took the longest time imaginable to get back to the carriage. There were people everywhere, and they were angry at Thea for some made-up reason or another, and it felt like they were mad at Mihail too. He didn't let go of his sister until they seemed safe again and, when they were, he wasn't sure he'd ever been as eager to climb back into a carriage. Shrinking down in his seat, the littlest Thanasi tried to make himself seem as small as possible, think that, perhaps, if he appeared even younger than he already looked, any more potential attackers might take pity on him, and leave him be. He just wanted to go home, but the carriage didn't feel as if it could move fast enough.