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Despite his determination to stay on the Aceton while it was stuck in the harbor, he couldn’t. When not at sea, the ship was claustrophobic. Unwilling to spend another full day on it, he’d taken to wandering the shoreline and had become curious of the steady stream of people heading this way. From snippets of conversation, he gathered a race was to take place.
The crowd led him down to the waterfront where looked to be an almost festival atmosphere. Food vendors were set up along the perimeter selling any number of things. Small boats dotted the water, lining up at a set point. He folded his arms and tried to stop and take in the scene but he was compelled forward by the people around him.
If he’d had a small enough boat, he’d have entered the race. It would be something to do. As it was, he was forced to watch from the sidelines. The crowd was large and he found himself near the middle of the wharf, close to the water. If he wanted to leave, it would take some serious work to fight the current of people. Bodies were pressed together all around him in a human net.
He did not immediately notice Thalia. She was a bit behind him. It wasn’t until someone jostled him from the back that he glanced around to tell them off. This was when he spotted her some distance away. His gaze stayed on her as she met back up with a tall, striking man and a small blonde woman.
For the time being, he stayed where he was. There was no need to go to her just yet. Especially as she had not seemed to see him either.
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Despite his determination to stay on the Aceton while it was stuck in the harbor, he couldn’t. When not at sea, the ship was claustrophobic. Unwilling to spend another full day on it, he’d taken to wandering the shoreline and had become curious of the steady stream of people heading this way. From snippets of conversation, he gathered a race was to take place.
The crowd led him down to the waterfront where looked to be an almost festival atmosphere. Food vendors were set up along the perimeter selling any number of things. Small boats dotted the water, lining up at a set point. He folded his arms and tried to stop and take in the scene but he was compelled forward by the people around him.
If he’d had a small enough boat, he’d have entered the race. It would be something to do. As it was, he was forced to watch from the sidelines. The crowd was large and he found himself near the middle of the wharf, close to the water. If he wanted to leave, it would take some serious work to fight the current of people. Bodies were pressed together all around him in a human net.
He did not immediately notice Thalia. She was a bit behind him. It wasn’t until someone jostled him from the back that he glanced around to tell them off. This was when he spotted her some distance away. His gaze stayed on her as she met back up with a tall, striking man and a small blonde woman.
For the time being, he stayed where he was. There was no need to go to her just yet. Especially as she had not seemed to see him either.
Despite his determination to stay on the Aceton while it was stuck in the harbor, he couldn’t. When not at sea, the ship was claustrophobic. Unwilling to spend another full day on it, he’d taken to wandering the shoreline and had become curious of the steady stream of people heading this way. From snippets of conversation, he gathered a race was to take place.
The crowd led him down to the waterfront where looked to be an almost festival atmosphere. Food vendors were set up along the perimeter selling any number of things. Small boats dotted the water, lining up at a set point. He folded his arms and tried to stop and take in the scene but he was compelled forward by the people around him.
If he’d had a small enough boat, he’d have entered the race. It would be something to do. As it was, he was forced to watch from the sidelines. The crowd was large and he found himself near the middle of the wharf, close to the water. If he wanted to leave, it would take some serious work to fight the current of people. Bodies were pressed together all around him in a human net.
He did not immediately notice Thalia. She was a bit behind him. It wasn’t until someone jostled him from the back that he glanced around to tell them off. This was when he spotted her some distance away. His gaze stayed on her as she met back up with a tall, striking man and a small blonde woman.
For the time being, he stayed where he was. There was no need to go to her just yet. Especially as she had not seemed to see him either.
When Dysmas turned to reveal nothing but air, Cyrene quirked her eyebrows at him. She didn’t know him to be a particularly jokey person. He looked genuinely confused as to Thalia’s disappearance but Cyrene only smiled and shrugged one shoulder.
“Thalia does tend to wander…” she covered her mouth, eyes flying to Dysma’s face. The comment was true but in poor taste. Thalia had gone missing from a party full of a throne of people before. It was insensitive of her to bring up such a thing now. Reaching out, she brushed her fingers down his arm in apology.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean...oh! Here she comes!” Relief flooded her features.
Thalia rejoined them with a leg of roasted lamb. Cyrene’s eyes widened a bit but she jerked them back up to her cousin’s face, only to find the same shimmer of fat from the leg smeared over Thalia’s lips. She blinked then glanced around. Honestly. And the sword strapped to Thalia’s back? It was as if she was actively trying to prevent men from courting her.
“I’m here as a lady in waiting to Sera Marikas,” she said, trying to keep her gaze fixed on Thalia’s eyes instead of the travesty being masticated in her mouth.
“Are you settling back in? Excited to be married soon?” this was a topic she was keenly interested in. Stepping forward, she linked arms with both Dysmas and Thalia, pulling them both so that they all now faced the water. “I hope to make a match like yours, Thalia,” she said wistfully after a moment.
To Dysmas, “It’ll be a relief, I’m sure, to know your sister is so well settled?”
“Oh and the babies, Thalia!” she beamed. “By next year if the goddesses smile on you, you know?”
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When Dysmas turned to reveal nothing but air, Cyrene quirked her eyebrows at him. She didn’t know him to be a particularly jokey person. He looked genuinely confused as to Thalia’s disappearance but Cyrene only smiled and shrugged one shoulder.
“Thalia does tend to wander…” she covered her mouth, eyes flying to Dysma’s face. The comment was true but in poor taste. Thalia had gone missing from a party full of a throne of people before. It was insensitive of her to bring up such a thing now. Reaching out, she brushed her fingers down his arm in apology.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean...oh! Here she comes!” Relief flooded her features.
Thalia rejoined them with a leg of roasted lamb. Cyrene’s eyes widened a bit but she jerked them back up to her cousin’s face, only to find the same shimmer of fat from the leg smeared over Thalia’s lips. She blinked then glanced around. Honestly. And the sword strapped to Thalia’s back? It was as if she was actively trying to prevent men from courting her.
“I’m here as a lady in waiting to Sera Marikas,” she said, trying to keep her gaze fixed on Thalia’s eyes instead of the travesty being masticated in her mouth.
“Are you settling back in? Excited to be married soon?” this was a topic she was keenly interested in. Stepping forward, she linked arms with both Dysmas and Thalia, pulling them both so that they all now faced the water. “I hope to make a match like yours, Thalia,” she said wistfully after a moment.
To Dysmas, “It’ll be a relief, I’m sure, to know your sister is so well settled?”
“Oh and the babies, Thalia!” she beamed. “By next year if the goddesses smile on you, you know?”
When Dysmas turned to reveal nothing but air, Cyrene quirked her eyebrows at him. She didn’t know him to be a particularly jokey person. He looked genuinely confused as to Thalia’s disappearance but Cyrene only smiled and shrugged one shoulder.
“Thalia does tend to wander…” she covered her mouth, eyes flying to Dysma’s face. The comment was true but in poor taste. Thalia had gone missing from a party full of a throne of people before. It was insensitive of her to bring up such a thing now. Reaching out, she brushed her fingers down his arm in apology.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean...oh! Here she comes!” Relief flooded her features.
Thalia rejoined them with a leg of roasted lamb. Cyrene’s eyes widened a bit but she jerked them back up to her cousin’s face, only to find the same shimmer of fat from the leg smeared over Thalia’s lips. She blinked then glanced around. Honestly. And the sword strapped to Thalia’s back? It was as if she was actively trying to prevent men from courting her.
“I’m here as a lady in waiting to Sera Marikas,” she said, trying to keep her gaze fixed on Thalia’s eyes instead of the travesty being masticated in her mouth.
“Are you settling back in? Excited to be married soon?” this was a topic she was keenly interested in. Stepping forward, she linked arms with both Dysmas and Thalia, pulling them both so that they all now faced the water. “I hope to make a match like yours, Thalia,” she said wistfully after a moment.
To Dysmas, “It’ll be a relief, I’m sure, to know your sister is so well settled?”
“Oh and the babies, Thalia!” she beamed. “By next year if the goddesses smile on you, you know?”
Unaware of the princess’ fears, Nic stood at the door to the carriage, one hand extended so that Emilia could use to to steady herself as she exited the vehicle.
As much as he wanted to give his focus entirely to Dawn, his breathtaking young wife, Nicholai knew that he had to devote his attention to Emilia first and foremost. But since Dawn was at Emilia side most of the time, it wasn't hard for him to keep both of the young women protected.
His men were aware of the relationship between Nic and Dawn, it was an open secret at the palace, but what he didn't know was that they too, looked out for Dawn when they guarded the princess in Nicholai’s rare absences.
As was his duty, Nic stood tall, his every sense alert to any possible danger to the young princess stepping down from the carriage. He moved to follow her, his larger frame shielding both Emilia and Dawn without a thought or qualm, They were after all the two most important women in his world.
He glanced at the water, then resolutely looked away, stomach churning for an instant when he remembered his most recent the boat trip.
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Unaware of the princess’ fears, Nic stood at the door to the carriage, one hand extended so that Emilia could use to to steady herself as she exited the vehicle.
As much as he wanted to give his focus entirely to Dawn, his breathtaking young wife, Nicholai knew that he had to devote his attention to Emilia first and foremost. But since Dawn was at Emilia side most of the time, it wasn't hard for him to keep both of the young women protected.
His men were aware of the relationship between Nic and Dawn, it was an open secret at the palace, but what he didn't know was that they too, looked out for Dawn when they guarded the princess in Nicholai’s rare absences.
As was his duty, Nic stood tall, his every sense alert to any possible danger to the young princess stepping down from the carriage. He moved to follow her, his larger frame shielding both Emilia and Dawn without a thought or qualm, They were after all the two most important women in his world.
He glanced at the water, then resolutely looked away, stomach churning for an instant when he remembered his most recent the boat trip.
Unaware of the princess’ fears, Nic stood at the door to the carriage, one hand extended so that Emilia could use to to steady herself as she exited the vehicle.
As much as he wanted to give his focus entirely to Dawn, his breathtaking young wife, Nicholai knew that he had to devote his attention to Emilia first and foremost. But since Dawn was at Emilia side most of the time, it wasn't hard for him to keep both of the young women protected.
His men were aware of the relationship between Nic and Dawn, it was an open secret at the palace, but what he didn't know was that they too, looked out for Dawn when they guarded the princess in Nicholai’s rare absences.
As was his duty, Nic stood tall, his every sense alert to any possible danger to the young princess stepping down from the carriage. He moved to follow her, his larger frame shielding both Emilia and Dawn without a thought or qualm, They were after all the two most important women in his world.
He glanced at the water, then resolutely looked away, stomach churning for an instant when he remembered his most recent the boat trip.
Her anxiety was clear to be seen in the way her hazel eyes darted around, the way in which she hovered close by to Nicholai and the rest of her retinue - people whom she trusted and was familiar with. The tang of salt in the air and the familiar cry of seagulls did great to lend an air of calmness to Emilia too, but it was not till her sister ran up to her and kissed her cheek, did the younger one finally found it in her to take a fortifying deep breathe, before following in Persephone's steps to mount the steps.
As she always did.
All her life, Emilia was used to wanting to follow in her elder sister's footsteps. Be it in court, at home, as their father's daughter or as a princess of Athenia, it was a habit ingrained in the brunette the moment they had lost their mother. Persephone had been the only female figure she could look up to - and her sister played the part beautifully. Many times, Emilia found herself wondering if she would ever have the guys to do what Persephone was doing now if their roles had been swapped, and she had her answer. No. Emilia enjoyed life too much, liked the idea of being a royal without the trappings of responsibility.
Now she was left with little choice.
Allowing her retainers to help with the arrangement of the light, sea-colored dress she wore, Emilia's bare feet made little to no sound as she mounted to the dais, dropping the front of her gown that she had been holding on to once she got to the top of the steps. There, in a stage where the people gathered for the races could see her, where the sea breeze had an unobstructed access to play with her tresses, Emilia couldn't help but tilt her head to the sun and give a small, contented smile. She did enjoy the salty tang, the heat of the sun.... just being at home in a kingdom she loved, with the people she loved.
Opening her eyes, they roamed briefly, picking out the various nobles that had arrived, her eyes flashing when she recognized a young lord whom she had granted and revoked audience not too long ago. Leaning back, Emilia beckoned at Nicholai, giving him a hurried whisper to remind him to bar access to one Lord Rafail of Marikas, before catching up to her sister, giving a brief smile at her question.
Her eyes flickered over to where the racers were getting ready, a light flush dusting her cheeks when she realized most of the sailors either had the front opened or was completely shirtless as they readied their vessels. She really shouldn't be surprised - but Emilia being Emilia, bit her lip when a sailor with a rugged beared and dark hair gave an exaggerated bow in their direction. The girl blused despite herself and dragged her eyes back to Persephone with a shy smile and a firm nod. "As I'll ever be." came her soft voice.
She gave a squeeze to Persephone's hands, and then turned, to face the vast, open sea. The bluegreen of the sea sparkled in the sun, as if Poseidon himself was winking at her, a fact that made Emilia chuckle slightly as the master of ceremonies waved her forward to run her throgh the last few items. Emilia's voice is nowhere near trained enough to be as booming as it should when addressing the general public - neither does she trust her tone to not waver. Unlike her sister, Emilia did not plan to give a long speech - but that did not mean she wouldn't speak.
"People of Athenia, tis time once again to celebrate the Aegan Sea and all its bounty that helps our kingdom prosper and flourish!" A loud cheer rippled from the spectators, and Emilia smiled as she took her place right in the center of the dais, her hands folded demurely in front of her. Her smile was soft, sweet, with just a hint of shy in it that earned her the nickname her people had given her, as she waited for the slaves to bring forward a golden cage in which three pure white doves cooed.
"The prize today? A pouch of 100 drachmae presented by the lovely Princess Emilia!"
Again, another loud cheer, and this time Emilia herself laughed before she addressed the crowd, a clear bell that immediately had silence in the area while she spoke. "We celebrate Poseidon today, thank him for all that he has provided for Athenia in our bounty. The lagoons are dangerous, but I believe us to be strong in our mettle and our will as Athenians. May the Gods watch over you today. Is everyone ready?" she asked, amusement sparkling as she watched sailors readying their skafos, the noble house colors flying proudly.
Squeezing her eyes briefly shut to send another prayer up to Poseidon, it was a quick one before Emilia opened her eyes and waved the servants forward, reaching in to grab one of the doves. With a soft voice that instructed the other two to be held by two other slaves, to be released on her signal, Emilia turned back to the crowd again, her smile back in place.
"May the race, begin."
Upon her last word, her fingers unwrapped and the white dove took to the sky, along with the other two which the slaves had released simultaneously. Together, the three avian creatures fluttered across the sky to signify the beginning of the race.
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Her anxiety was clear to be seen in the way her hazel eyes darted around, the way in which she hovered close by to Nicholai and the rest of her retinue - people whom she trusted and was familiar with. The tang of salt in the air and the familiar cry of seagulls did great to lend an air of calmness to Emilia too, but it was not till her sister ran up to her and kissed her cheek, did the younger one finally found it in her to take a fortifying deep breathe, before following in Persephone's steps to mount the steps.
As she always did.
All her life, Emilia was used to wanting to follow in her elder sister's footsteps. Be it in court, at home, as their father's daughter or as a princess of Athenia, it was a habit ingrained in the brunette the moment they had lost their mother. Persephone had been the only female figure she could look up to - and her sister played the part beautifully. Many times, Emilia found herself wondering if she would ever have the guys to do what Persephone was doing now if their roles had been swapped, and she had her answer. No. Emilia enjoyed life too much, liked the idea of being a royal without the trappings of responsibility.
Now she was left with little choice.
Allowing her retainers to help with the arrangement of the light, sea-colored dress she wore, Emilia's bare feet made little to no sound as she mounted to the dais, dropping the front of her gown that she had been holding on to once she got to the top of the steps. There, in a stage where the people gathered for the races could see her, where the sea breeze had an unobstructed access to play with her tresses, Emilia couldn't help but tilt her head to the sun and give a small, contented smile. She did enjoy the salty tang, the heat of the sun.... just being at home in a kingdom she loved, with the people she loved.
Opening her eyes, they roamed briefly, picking out the various nobles that had arrived, her eyes flashing when she recognized a young lord whom she had granted and revoked audience not too long ago. Leaning back, Emilia beckoned at Nicholai, giving him a hurried whisper to remind him to bar access to one Lord Rafail of Marikas, before catching up to her sister, giving a brief smile at her question.
Her eyes flickered over to where the racers were getting ready, a light flush dusting her cheeks when she realized most of the sailors either had the front opened or was completely shirtless as they readied their vessels. She really shouldn't be surprised - but Emilia being Emilia, bit her lip when a sailor with a rugged beared and dark hair gave an exaggerated bow in their direction. The girl blused despite herself and dragged her eyes back to Persephone with a shy smile and a firm nod. "As I'll ever be." came her soft voice.
She gave a squeeze to Persephone's hands, and then turned, to face the vast, open sea. The bluegreen of the sea sparkled in the sun, as if Poseidon himself was winking at her, a fact that made Emilia chuckle slightly as the master of ceremonies waved her forward to run her throgh the last few items. Emilia's voice is nowhere near trained enough to be as booming as it should when addressing the general public - neither does she trust her tone to not waver. Unlike her sister, Emilia did not plan to give a long speech - but that did not mean she wouldn't speak.
"People of Athenia, tis time once again to celebrate the Aegan Sea and all its bounty that helps our kingdom prosper and flourish!" A loud cheer rippled from the spectators, and Emilia smiled as she took her place right in the center of the dais, her hands folded demurely in front of her. Her smile was soft, sweet, with just a hint of shy in it that earned her the nickname her people had given her, as she waited for the slaves to bring forward a golden cage in which three pure white doves cooed.
"The prize today? A pouch of 100 drachmae presented by the lovely Princess Emilia!"
Again, another loud cheer, and this time Emilia herself laughed before she addressed the crowd, a clear bell that immediately had silence in the area while she spoke. "We celebrate Poseidon today, thank him for all that he has provided for Athenia in our bounty. The lagoons are dangerous, but I believe us to be strong in our mettle and our will as Athenians. May the Gods watch over you today. Is everyone ready?" she asked, amusement sparkling as she watched sailors readying their skafos, the noble house colors flying proudly.
Squeezing her eyes briefly shut to send another prayer up to Poseidon, it was a quick one before Emilia opened her eyes and waved the servants forward, reaching in to grab one of the doves. With a soft voice that instructed the other two to be held by two other slaves, to be released on her signal, Emilia turned back to the crowd again, her smile back in place.
"May the race, begin."
Upon her last word, her fingers unwrapped and the white dove took to the sky, along with the other two which the slaves had released simultaneously. Together, the three avian creatures fluttered across the sky to signify the beginning of the race.
Her anxiety was clear to be seen in the way her hazel eyes darted around, the way in which she hovered close by to Nicholai and the rest of her retinue - people whom she trusted and was familiar with. The tang of salt in the air and the familiar cry of seagulls did great to lend an air of calmness to Emilia too, but it was not till her sister ran up to her and kissed her cheek, did the younger one finally found it in her to take a fortifying deep breathe, before following in Persephone's steps to mount the steps.
As she always did.
All her life, Emilia was used to wanting to follow in her elder sister's footsteps. Be it in court, at home, as their father's daughter or as a princess of Athenia, it was a habit ingrained in the brunette the moment they had lost their mother. Persephone had been the only female figure she could look up to - and her sister played the part beautifully. Many times, Emilia found herself wondering if she would ever have the guys to do what Persephone was doing now if their roles had been swapped, and she had her answer. No. Emilia enjoyed life too much, liked the idea of being a royal without the trappings of responsibility.
Now she was left with little choice.
Allowing her retainers to help with the arrangement of the light, sea-colored dress she wore, Emilia's bare feet made little to no sound as she mounted to the dais, dropping the front of her gown that she had been holding on to once she got to the top of the steps. There, in a stage where the people gathered for the races could see her, where the sea breeze had an unobstructed access to play with her tresses, Emilia couldn't help but tilt her head to the sun and give a small, contented smile. She did enjoy the salty tang, the heat of the sun.... just being at home in a kingdom she loved, with the people she loved.
Opening her eyes, they roamed briefly, picking out the various nobles that had arrived, her eyes flashing when she recognized a young lord whom she had granted and revoked audience not too long ago. Leaning back, Emilia beckoned at Nicholai, giving him a hurried whisper to remind him to bar access to one Lord Rafail of Marikas, before catching up to her sister, giving a brief smile at her question.
Her eyes flickered over to where the racers were getting ready, a light flush dusting her cheeks when she realized most of the sailors either had the front opened or was completely shirtless as they readied their vessels. She really shouldn't be surprised - but Emilia being Emilia, bit her lip when a sailor with a rugged beared and dark hair gave an exaggerated bow in their direction. The girl blused despite herself and dragged her eyes back to Persephone with a shy smile and a firm nod. "As I'll ever be." came her soft voice.
She gave a squeeze to Persephone's hands, and then turned, to face the vast, open sea. The bluegreen of the sea sparkled in the sun, as if Poseidon himself was winking at her, a fact that made Emilia chuckle slightly as the master of ceremonies waved her forward to run her throgh the last few items. Emilia's voice is nowhere near trained enough to be as booming as it should when addressing the general public - neither does she trust her tone to not waver. Unlike her sister, Emilia did not plan to give a long speech - but that did not mean she wouldn't speak.
"People of Athenia, tis time once again to celebrate the Aegan Sea and all its bounty that helps our kingdom prosper and flourish!" A loud cheer rippled from the spectators, and Emilia smiled as she took her place right in the center of the dais, her hands folded demurely in front of her. Her smile was soft, sweet, with just a hint of shy in it that earned her the nickname her people had given her, as she waited for the slaves to bring forward a golden cage in which three pure white doves cooed.
"The prize today? A pouch of 100 drachmae presented by the lovely Princess Emilia!"
Again, another loud cheer, and this time Emilia herself laughed before she addressed the crowd, a clear bell that immediately had silence in the area while she spoke. "We celebrate Poseidon today, thank him for all that he has provided for Athenia in our bounty. The lagoons are dangerous, but I believe us to be strong in our mettle and our will as Athenians. May the Gods watch over you today. Is everyone ready?" she asked, amusement sparkling as she watched sailors readying their skafos, the noble house colors flying proudly.
Squeezing her eyes briefly shut to send another prayer up to Poseidon, it was a quick one before Emilia opened her eyes and waved the servants forward, reaching in to grab one of the doves. With a soft voice that instructed the other two to be held by two other slaves, to be released on her signal, Emilia turned back to the crowd again, her smile back in place.
"May the race, begin."
Upon her last word, her fingers unwrapped and the white dove took to the sky, along with the other two which the slaves had released simultaneously. Together, the three avian creatures fluttered across the sky to signify the beginning of the race.
Dysmas couldn’t believe Thalia had managed to slip away from him. He scratched his head, eyes scanning the sea of people hoping to spot his sister among the crowd -- but it was rather like searching for a needle in a haystack. His cousin’s comment was tactless, but he was aware she didn’t mean any offense -- particularly given it was true.
He looked down at the blonde, shaking his head with a sigh. “If she didn’t wander, I’d be concerned the family’s been hosting an imposter.”
He ran his fingers through his hair. Cyrene must have noticed his distress. She was always so thoughtful and kind. Dysmas took her hand in his and gave it a light squeeze in thanks. He’d be alright. He’d done everything in his power to return Thalia home. If she were to disappear under his watch there would be no rest for him until she was found and safe once more.
Such a bridge was not one that needed crossing until it was in their path. As it turned out, Thalia hadn’t gotten far, finding her way back to them with a haunch of meat. His blue eyes looked at his sister disapprovingly, and he released his grip on Cyrene so that his hand could rub at his forehead as though to ease a headache.
Dysmas wanted to chastise his sister for the decidedly unlady-like behavior, but what was the point? She’d always been stubborn and rebellious, but after having been forced to “rough it” after her kidnapping the lack of manner and decorum seemed to have entirely flown away. He understood it could be difficult for Thalia to settle back into the routines of the nobility, but it was as though she wasn’t even trying.
Thankfully, Cyrene took control of the situation, initiating conversation with the barbarian Dysmas called his sister -- who obviously hadn’t been listening to him earlier when he had spoken of Cyrene’s new position or the possibility of her joining them.
With both girls under his watch and protection now, Dysmas relaxed a bit. He felt more comfortable having them nearby so he could more easily defend them if need arose, but he didn’t actively seek out potential threats. Had he been, he might have noticed the shady fellow inappropriately eyeing his sister from afar.
Cyrene linked her arm with Dysmas’s, the other arm linking with Thalia’s, drawing their attention to the waters. The blonde had no need to worry herself about the kind of match she would fetch. Dysmas was sure that whomever she ended up with would be suitable and treat her well -- their family would expect no less.
“Well,” he started when prompted by his cousin, “in some ways.”
He was aware Thalia wasn’t particularly fond of the match -- if she’d had it her way, perhaps she’d remain unmarried and live out her life as a spinster? There were other concerns Dysmas had about how Thalia may or may not present the Nikolaos family, and while he had no qualms with Thalia’s suitor at present, that didn’t mean the alliance would hold as strongly as he hoped.
He couldn’t help a bit of a chuckle when Cyrene beamed about future babies. Before that conversation had an opportunity to continue, Princess Emilia addressed the crowd that had gathered. Cheers emanated from all around to punctuate her speech. The doves flying across the blue sky signaled the beginning of the race, and Dysmas’s attention turned to the ships ready to set sail.
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Dysmas couldn’t believe Thalia had managed to slip away from him. He scratched his head, eyes scanning the sea of people hoping to spot his sister among the crowd -- but it was rather like searching for a needle in a haystack. His cousin’s comment was tactless, but he was aware she didn’t mean any offense -- particularly given it was true.
He looked down at the blonde, shaking his head with a sigh. “If she didn’t wander, I’d be concerned the family’s been hosting an imposter.”
He ran his fingers through his hair. Cyrene must have noticed his distress. She was always so thoughtful and kind. Dysmas took her hand in his and gave it a light squeeze in thanks. He’d be alright. He’d done everything in his power to return Thalia home. If she were to disappear under his watch there would be no rest for him until she was found and safe once more.
Such a bridge was not one that needed crossing until it was in their path. As it turned out, Thalia hadn’t gotten far, finding her way back to them with a haunch of meat. His blue eyes looked at his sister disapprovingly, and he released his grip on Cyrene so that his hand could rub at his forehead as though to ease a headache.
Dysmas wanted to chastise his sister for the decidedly unlady-like behavior, but what was the point? She’d always been stubborn and rebellious, but after having been forced to “rough it” after her kidnapping the lack of manner and decorum seemed to have entirely flown away. He understood it could be difficult for Thalia to settle back into the routines of the nobility, but it was as though she wasn’t even trying.
Thankfully, Cyrene took control of the situation, initiating conversation with the barbarian Dysmas called his sister -- who obviously hadn’t been listening to him earlier when he had spoken of Cyrene’s new position or the possibility of her joining them.
With both girls under his watch and protection now, Dysmas relaxed a bit. He felt more comfortable having them nearby so he could more easily defend them if need arose, but he didn’t actively seek out potential threats. Had he been, he might have noticed the shady fellow inappropriately eyeing his sister from afar.
Cyrene linked her arm with Dysmas’s, the other arm linking with Thalia’s, drawing their attention to the waters. The blonde had no need to worry herself about the kind of match she would fetch. Dysmas was sure that whomever she ended up with would be suitable and treat her well -- their family would expect no less.
“Well,” he started when prompted by his cousin, “in some ways.”
He was aware Thalia wasn’t particularly fond of the match -- if she’d had it her way, perhaps she’d remain unmarried and live out her life as a spinster? There were other concerns Dysmas had about how Thalia may or may not present the Nikolaos family, and while he had no qualms with Thalia’s suitor at present, that didn’t mean the alliance would hold as strongly as he hoped.
He couldn’t help a bit of a chuckle when Cyrene beamed about future babies. Before that conversation had an opportunity to continue, Princess Emilia addressed the crowd that had gathered. Cheers emanated from all around to punctuate her speech. The doves flying across the blue sky signaled the beginning of the race, and Dysmas’s attention turned to the ships ready to set sail.
Dysmas couldn’t believe Thalia had managed to slip away from him. He scratched his head, eyes scanning the sea of people hoping to spot his sister among the crowd -- but it was rather like searching for a needle in a haystack. His cousin’s comment was tactless, but he was aware she didn’t mean any offense -- particularly given it was true.
He looked down at the blonde, shaking his head with a sigh. “If she didn’t wander, I’d be concerned the family’s been hosting an imposter.”
He ran his fingers through his hair. Cyrene must have noticed his distress. She was always so thoughtful and kind. Dysmas took her hand in his and gave it a light squeeze in thanks. He’d be alright. He’d done everything in his power to return Thalia home. If she were to disappear under his watch there would be no rest for him until she was found and safe once more.
Such a bridge was not one that needed crossing until it was in their path. As it turned out, Thalia hadn’t gotten far, finding her way back to them with a haunch of meat. His blue eyes looked at his sister disapprovingly, and he released his grip on Cyrene so that his hand could rub at his forehead as though to ease a headache.
Dysmas wanted to chastise his sister for the decidedly unlady-like behavior, but what was the point? She’d always been stubborn and rebellious, but after having been forced to “rough it” after her kidnapping the lack of manner and decorum seemed to have entirely flown away. He understood it could be difficult for Thalia to settle back into the routines of the nobility, but it was as though she wasn’t even trying.
Thankfully, Cyrene took control of the situation, initiating conversation with the barbarian Dysmas called his sister -- who obviously hadn’t been listening to him earlier when he had spoken of Cyrene’s new position or the possibility of her joining them.
With both girls under his watch and protection now, Dysmas relaxed a bit. He felt more comfortable having them nearby so he could more easily defend them if need arose, but he didn’t actively seek out potential threats. Had he been, he might have noticed the shady fellow inappropriately eyeing his sister from afar.
Cyrene linked her arm with Dysmas’s, the other arm linking with Thalia’s, drawing their attention to the waters. The blonde had no need to worry herself about the kind of match she would fetch. Dysmas was sure that whomever she ended up with would be suitable and treat her well -- their family would expect no less.
“Well,” he started when prompted by his cousin, “in some ways.”
He was aware Thalia wasn’t particularly fond of the match -- if she’d had it her way, perhaps she’d remain unmarried and live out her life as a spinster? There were other concerns Dysmas had about how Thalia may or may not present the Nikolaos family, and while he had no qualms with Thalia’s suitor at present, that didn’t mean the alliance would hold as strongly as he hoped.
He couldn’t help a bit of a chuckle when Cyrene beamed about future babies. Before that conversation had an opportunity to continue, Princess Emilia addressed the crowd that had gathered. Cheers emanated from all around to punctuate her speech. The doves flying across the blue sky signaled the beginning of the race, and Dysmas’s attention turned to the ships ready to set sail.
There were few events that Agathe of Marikas would rather chew off her own hand than attend and today’s race certainly met the qualifications. Not only would she be forced to rub elbows with the entire population of Athenia with nothing to gain, but she would be doing it outside and completely at Apollo’s mercy. Alas, her father had apparently taken it upon himself to sponsor a sailor, so once more she was being punished and dragged to the harbor.
Her reluctance to even attend the race prolonged her already time-consuming morning ritual. She was slow to rise and disinclined to allow her serving girl to continue dressing her. But, she reminded herself, her father’s patience was almost relentlessly short these days and she would not be able to finish properly dressing alone. As the servant pinned her chiton at the shoulder, Agathe studied the fabric, lightweight and the color of the sea, it almost shimmered in the morning light.
With her hair appropriately piled on the top of her head and her wrists tastefully adorned with her favorite silver bangles, Agathe was ready when a knock on her chamber door summoned her to gather in the foyer with the rest of her family. She moved at a leisurely pace, certainly in no rush to spend the entire day in the company of her family. She was the last Marikas to arrive—other than Rafail of course. The man took longer to get ready than all of the Marikas women combined.
As Agathe took stock of her company, her gaze landed on an unfamiliar face. The admittedly handsome man standing with her family could only be the sailor her father was sponsoring in the race. The man could only be a year or two her junior, Agathe guessed, and he was a good bit taller than her father. The youth caught her staring and, never one to give up an opportunity to network, Agathe offered him a smile, the very one she honed for her courtly targets.
Before she was able to further explore the subtle pink creeping into the young man’s complexion, she was whisked away to a carriage to be transported with her sisters, mother, and Cyrene. Sera’s handmaiden was the first out of the carriage and she quickly disappeared into the throng of people. Agathe was significantly less enthusiastic in her exit. She climbed out of the carriage after her mother, she was the eldest daughter after all, and quickly scanned the crowd for a familiar face and perhaps a reprieve from her family.
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There were few events that Agathe of Marikas would rather chew off her own hand than attend and today’s race certainly met the qualifications. Not only would she be forced to rub elbows with the entire population of Athenia with nothing to gain, but she would be doing it outside and completely at Apollo’s mercy. Alas, her father had apparently taken it upon himself to sponsor a sailor, so once more she was being punished and dragged to the harbor.
Her reluctance to even attend the race prolonged her already time-consuming morning ritual. She was slow to rise and disinclined to allow her serving girl to continue dressing her. But, she reminded herself, her father’s patience was almost relentlessly short these days and she would not be able to finish properly dressing alone. As the servant pinned her chiton at the shoulder, Agathe studied the fabric, lightweight and the color of the sea, it almost shimmered in the morning light.
With her hair appropriately piled on the top of her head and her wrists tastefully adorned with her favorite silver bangles, Agathe was ready when a knock on her chamber door summoned her to gather in the foyer with the rest of her family. She moved at a leisurely pace, certainly in no rush to spend the entire day in the company of her family. She was the last Marikas to arrive—other than Rafail of course. The man took longer to get ready than all of the Marikas women combined.
As Agathe took stock of her company, her gaze landed on an unfamiliar face. The admittedly handsome man standing with her family could only be the sailor her father was sponsoring in the race. The man could only be a year or two her junior, Agathe guessed, and he was a good bit taller than her father. The youth caught her staring and, never one to give up an opportunity to network, Agathe offered him a smile, the very one she honed for her courtly targets.
Before she was able to further explore the subtle pink creeping into the young man’s complexion, she was whisked away to a carriage to be transported with her sisters, mother, and Cyrene. Sera’s handmaiden was the first out of the carriage and she quickly disappeared into the throng of people. Agathe was significantly less enthusiastic in her exit. She climbed out of the carriage after her mother, she was the eldest daughter after all, and quickly scanned the crowd for a familiar face and perhaps a reprieve from her family.
There were few events that Agathe of Marikas would rather chew off her own hand than attend and today’s race certainly met the qualifications. Not only would she be forced to rub elbows with the entire population of Athenia with nothing to gain, but she would be doing it outside and completely at Apollo’s mercy. Alas, her father had apparently taken it upon himself to sponsor a sailor, so once more she was being punished and dragged to the harbor.
Her reluctance to even attend the race prolonged her already time-consuming morning ritual. She was slow to rise and disinclined to allow her serving girl to continue dressing her. But, she reminded herself, her father’s patience was almost relentlessly short these days and she would not be able to finish properly dressing alone. As the servant pinned her chiton at the shoulder, Agathe studied the fabric, lightweight and the color of the sea, it almost shimmered in the morning light.
With her hair appropriately piled on the top of her head and her wrists tastefully adorned with her favorite silver bangles, Agathe was ready when a knock on her chamber door summoned her to gather in the foyer with the rest of her family. She moved at a leisurely pace, certainly in no rush to spend the entire day in the company of her family. She was the last Marikas to arrive—other than Rafail of course. The man took longer to get ready than all of the Marikas women combined.
As Agathe took stock of her company, her gaze landed on an unfamiliar face. The admittedly handsome man standing with her family could only be the sailor her father was sponsoring in the race. The man could only be a year or two her junior, Agathe guessed, and he was a good bit taller than her father. The youth caught her staring and, never one to give up an opportunity to network, Agathe offered him a smile, the very one she honed for her courtly targets.
Before she was able to further explore the subtle pink creeping into the young man’s complexion, she was whisked away to a carriage to be transported with her sisters, mother, and Cyrene. Sera’s handmaiden was the first out of the carriage and she quickly disappeared into the throng of people. Agathe was significantly less enthusiastic in her exit. She climbed out of the carriage after her mother, she was the eldest daughter after all, and quickly scanned the crowd for a familiar face and perhaps a reprieve from her family.
Perhaps Thalia had been in the presence of ruffians for too long. Perhaps she was just tired of the charade of it all. She wanted something to eat. Their morning breakfast consisted of some eggs and a bit of fruit, after which she’d trained in the courtyard until she was gasping for breath. Then Dysmas had arrived at Diomede’s residence to pick her up and she’d not had much time in between for anything else what with becoming presentable to society. So she could either wander around in the presence of so many good things to eat and rue the fact that she was a proper lady and apparently proper ladies weren’t allowed to eat, or she could eat something.
Being the practical person she was, she decided to eat. Though as Cyrene looked at her as if she’d seen something foul on the bottom of her shoe and an annoyed expression crossed Dysmas’s face she frowned and pulled off a last piece of meat with her fingertips to savor before handing off what was left to a street urchin that wandered between the people looking for coin and probably picking the occasional pocket. It’d likely be the best meal he had in weeks, lucky little bastard. Rest assured when she arrived home whatever was left in the kitchens wouldn’t be safe from her.
She thought about the times spent on the beach with her rogue band of men as they drank from primitive cups and ate meat straight from the spit. Of the plates laid out grandly in Lukos’s temple; enough food to feed a family and not a chair in sight. How barbaric it truly must have all been. ...But part of her missed it. It was quaint in its own way and the comradery around the fire was far greater than any formal dinner she’d been to in Athenia. Cyrene called her attention back as she mentioned her betrothal; about settling back in as she linked arms with the siblings. Days after she’d helped settled a contract that would decide the fate of Athenia and it’s next monarch. She couldn’t help but smile and look away.. Because the marriage between she and Patros of Antonis was as good as dissolved. A week ago she was marrying a man she had no interest out of a sense of duty; honor-bound by her family and a need to salvage her reputation. A reputation called into question because she was kidnapped, of all things. Had any of them known half of what she’d been through.. What she’d survived and who she’d killed in order to protect her reputation they may not have shoved her into the role of blushing bride so quickly. They may have respected her desire to remain single.. Oh not forever… she supposed someday she might like to get married if the circumstances were right, but at least in a manner more fitting than contracts and negotiations between families. After falling so terribly hard for Lukos it all seemed so… businesslike.
But now that wasn’t a concern, was it? Lukos would become one of the most powerful barons in the kingdom and she would be his wife. “Don’t be silly, Cyrene.. I’m sure you’ll make a better match one day than even Patros of Antonis.”
Dysmas’s response to their cousin was cryptic and didn’t go into detail and Thalia furrowed her brow as Cyrene continued on; mentioning babies. Had she been still eating she most likely would have choked on her meal. Oh, how she thanked the gods for the women on the island and their special teas as she had no intentions of having children anytime soon. She scoffed and began to speak but Princess Emilia called out for the races to begin to the delight of the crowd of onlookers. Now that her interrogation was complete (one she’d had so many times over since returning to Athenia) she was able to focus on the water. On the boats that prepared themselves for the race; tying down rigging and hoisting sails. Their oars rested above the water; prepared to begin their choreographed dance into the waves. In the few months she’d been with the pirates and the weeks on board the ships, she knew what everything was for. She’d just begun getting comfortable with tasks above deck when they’d dropped her off in Athenia and she had the calluses on her hands to prove it still. Even in those short moments waiting for the call of the race, Thalia grew restless standing in one space and began to look around; through the crowd and over the sea of faces. She saw Lukos between two passing people, but he was gone just as quickly. Frowning she looked back to the water. She’d hoped since their arrangement she’d stop seeing him everywhere.. On every face. But apparently, she’d never stop searching for him.
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Perhaps Thalia had been in the presence of ruffians for too long. Perhaps she was just tired of the charade of it all. She wanted something to eat. Their morning breakfast consisted of some eggs and a bit of fruit, after which she’d trained in the courtyard until she was gasping for breath. Then Dysmas had arrived at Diomede’s residence to pick her up and she’d not had much time in between for anything else what with becoming presentable to society. So she could either wander around in the presence of so many good things to eat and rue the fact that she was a proper lady and apparently proper ladies weren’t allowed to eat, or she could eat something.
Being the practical person she was, she decided to eat. Though as Cyrene looked at her as if she’d seen something foul on the bottom of her shoe and an annoyed expression crossed Dysmas’s face she frowned and pulled off a last piece of meat with her fingertips to savor before handing off what was left to a street urchin that wandered between the people looking for coin and probably picking the occasional pocket. It’d likely be the best meal he had in weeks, lucky little bastard. Rest assured when she arrived home whatever was left in the kitchens wouldn’t be safe from her.
She thought about the times spent on the beach with her rogue band of men as they drank from primitive cups and ate meat straight from the spit. Of the plates laid out grandly in Lukos’s temple; enough food to feed a family and not a chair in sight. How barbaric it truly must have all been. ...But part of her missed it. It was quaint in its own way and the comradery around the fire was far greater than any formal dinner she’d been to in Athenia. Cyrene called her attention back as she mentioned her betrothal; about settling back in as she linked arms with the siblings. Days after she’d helped settled a contract that would decide the fate of Athenia and it’s next monarch. She couldn’t help but smile and look away.. Because the marriage between she and Patros of Antonis was as good as dissolved. A week ago she was marrying a man she had no interest out of a sense of duty; honor-bound by her family and a need to salvage her reputation. A reputation called into question because she was kidnapped, of all things. Had any of them known half of what she’d been through.. What she’d survived and who she’d killed in order to protect her reputation they may not have shoved her into the role of blushing bride so quickly. They may have respected her desire to remain single.. Oh not forever… she supposed someday she might like to get married if the circumstances were right, but at least in a manner more fitting than contracts and negotiations between families. After falling so terribly hard for Lukos it all seemed so… businesslike.
But now that wasn’t a concern, was it? Lukos would become one of the most powerful barons in the kingdom and she would be his wife. “Don’t be silly, Cyrene.. I’m sure you’ll make a better match one day than even Patros of Antonis.”
Dysmas’s response to their cousin was cryptic and didn’t go into detail and Thalia furrowed her brow as Cyrene continued on; mentioning babies. Had she been still eating she most likely would have choked on her meal. Oh, how she thanked the gods for the women on the island and their special teas as she had no intentions of having children anytime soon. She scoffed and began to speak but Princess Emilia called out for the races to begin to the delight of the crowd of onlookers. Now that her interrogation was complete (one she’d had so many times over since returning to Athenia) she was able to focus on the water. On the boats that prepared themselves for the race; tying down rigging and hoisting sails. Their oars rested above the water; prepared to begin their choreographed dance into the waves. In the few months she’d been with the pirates and the weeks on board the ships, she knew what everything was for. She’d just begun getting comfortable with tasks above deck when they’d dropped her off in Athenia and she had the calluses on her hands to prove it still. Even in those short moments waiting for the call of the race, Thalia grew restless standing in one space and began to look around; through the crowd and over the sea of faces. She saw Lukos between two passing people, but he was gone just as quickly. Frowning she looked back to the water. She’d hoped since their arrangement she’d stop seeing him everywhere.. On every face. But apparently, she’d never stop searching for him.
Perhaps Thalia had been in the presence of ruffians for too long. Perhaps she was just tired of the charade of it all. She wanted something to eat. Their morning breakfast consisted of some eggs and a bit of fruit, after which she’d trained in the courtyard until she was gasping for breath. Then Dysmas had arrived at Diomede’s residence to pick her up and she’d not had much time in between for anything else what with becoming presentable to society. So she could either wander around in the presence of so many good things to eat and rue the fact that she was a proper lady and apparently proper ladies weren’t allowed to eat, or she could eat something.
Being the practical person she was, she decided to eat. Though as Cyrene looked at her as if she’d seen something foul on the bottom of her shoe and an annoyed expression crossed Dysmas’s face she frowned and pulled off a last piece of meat with her fingertips to savor before handing off what was left to a street urchin that wandered between the people looking for coin and probably picking the occasional pocket. It’d likely be the best meal he had in weeks, lucky little bastard. Rest assured when she arrived home whatever was left in the kitchens wouldn’t be safe from her.
She thought about the times spent on the beach with her rogue band of men as they drank from primitive cups and ate meat straight from the spit. Of the plates laid out grandly in Lukos’s temple; enough food to feed a family and not a chair in sight. How barbaric it truly must have all been. ...But part of her missed it. It was quaint in its own way and the comradery around the fire was far greater than any formal dinner she’d been to in Athenia. Cyrene called her attention back as she mentioned her betrothal; about settling back in as she linked arms with the siblings. Days after she’d helped settled a contract that would decide the fate of Athenia and it’s next monarch. She couldn’t help but smile and look away.. Because the marriage between she and Patros of Antonis was as good as dissolved. A week ago she was marrying a man she had no interest out of a sense of duty; honor-bound by her family and a need to salvage her reputation. A reputation called into question because she was kidnapped, of all things. Had any of them known half of what she’d been through.. What she’d survived and who she’d killed in order to protect her reputation they may not have shoved her into the role of blushing bride so quickly. They may have respected her desire to remain single.. Oh not forever… she supposed someday she might like to get married if the circumstances were right, but at least in a manner more fitting than contracts and negotiations between families. After falling so terribly hard for Lukos it all seemed so… businesslike.
But now that wasn’t a concern, was it? Lukos would become one of the most powerful barons in the kingdom and she would be his wife. “Don’t be silly, Cyrene.. I’m sure you’ll make a better match one day than even Patros of Antonis.”
Dysmas’s response to their cousin was cryptic and didn’t go into detail and Thalia furrowed her brow as Cyrene continued on; mentioning babies. Had she been still eating she most likely would have choked on her meal. Oh, how she thanked the gods for the women on the island and their special teas as she had no intentions of having children anytime soon. She scoffed and began to speak but Princess Emilia called out for the races to begin to the delight of the crowd of onlookers. Now that her interrogation was complete (one she’d had so many times over since returning to Athenia) she was able to focus on the water. On the boats that prepared themselves for the race; tying down rigging and hoisting sails. Their oars rested above the water; prepared to begin their choreographed dance into the waves. In the few months she’d been with the pirates and the weeks on board the ships, she knew what everything was for. She’d just begun getting comfortable with tasks above deck when they’d dropped her off in Athenia and she had the calluses on her hands to prove it still. Even in those short moments waiting for the call of the race, Thalia grew restless standing in one space and began to look around; through the crowd and over the sea of faces. She saw Lukos between two passing people, but he was gone just as quickly. Frowning she looked back to the water. She’d hoped since their arrangement she’d stop seeing him everywhere.. On every face. But apparently, she’d never stop searching for him.
Though he couldn't properly see the princess' blush from where he was, he kept a grin on his face for a moment longer before turning back to his crew. They all took the opportunity to wave back to shore at their families and friends until the words of the Xanthos maiden carried over the waves and the tension settled in. The prize was what they raced for, and as sailors to prove their worth and abilities in the waves.
That many drachma would go a long way in providing him with the chance to buy a ship of his own. It had been his dream since he was a small boy to sail the waves forever, seeing far off lands and exploring everything the world could offer him, and though he had just about enough to purchase the boat itself, the additional winnings from this purse would allow him to pay a small crew and from there it was about finding the product. They could go to the ends of the sea to the farthest country on earth and bring back exotic products that kings and queens would long for, or they could move things about the Aegean and land in every port in Greece. A ship of his own, that was what this day could bring him.
Esdras tensed, watching the dock intently until the doves were released from the sky, shouting orders as the sail was unfurled and the men reached for their oars. They had all been working together for a few months now and they had the timing down between them as Esdras sat to join them and make the boat as aerodynamic and fast as possible. It was a skaffos from a local merchant who they had recently brought back a large shipment for, and in exchange for the glory of a win if they provided it to him he had agreed to divide the purse and put in some of his own coin on top of it.
On the blue waves the boat jumped forward along with the others, and the sailors kept their eyes peeled, aiming for the first marker that would be in the second harbor. The dangers of the sharks and reefs were less on Esdras' mind than perhaps others, he knew how to swim and had been methodically teaching his own crew how to do so. If for whatever reason their boat floundered they would all survive, he wondered how many of the other crews felt as recklessly confident in their abilities.
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Though he couldn't properly see the princess' blush from where he was, he kept a grin on his face for a moment longer before turning back to his crew. They all took the opportunity to wave back to shore at their families and friends until the words of the Xanthos maiden carried over the waves and the tension settled in. The prize was what they raced for, and as sailors to prove their worth and abilities in the waves.
That many drachma would go a long way in providing him with the chance to buy a ship of his own. It had been his dream since he was a small boy to sail the waves forever, seeing far off lands and exploring everything the world could offer him, and though he had just about enough to purchase the boat itself, the additional winnings from this purse would allow him to pay a small crew and from there it was about finding the product. They could go to the ends of the sea to the farthest country on earth and bring back exotic products that kings and queens would long for, or they could move things about the Aegean and land in every port in Greece. A ship of his own, that was what this day could bring him.
Esdras tensed, watching the dock intently until the doves were released from the sky, shouting orders as the sail was unfurled and the men reached for their oars. They had all been working together for a few months now and they had the timing down between them as Esdras sat to join them and make the boat as aerodynamic and fast as possible. It was a skaffos from a local merchant who they had recently brought back a large shipment for, and in exchange for the glory of a win if they provided it to him he had agreed to divide the purse and put in some of his own coin on top of it.
On the blue waves the boat jumped forward along with the others, and the sailors kept their eyes peeled, aiming for the first marker that would be in the second harbor. The dangers of the sharks and reefs were less on Esdras' mind than perhaps others, he knew how to swim and had been methodically teaching his own crew how to do so. If for whatever reason their boat floundered they would all survive, he wondered how many of the other crews felt as recklessly confident in their abilities.
Though he couldn't properly see the princess' blush from where he was, he kept a grin on his face for a moment longer before turning back to his crew. They all took the opportunity to wave back to shore at their families and friends until the words of the Xanthos maiden carried over the waves and the tension settled in. The prize was what they raced for, and as sailors to prove their worth and abilities in the waves.
That many drachma would go a long way in providing him with the chance to buy a ship of his own. It had been his dream since he was a small boy to sail the waves forever, seeing far off lands and exploring everything the world could offer him, and though he had just about enough to purchase the boat itself, the additional winnings from this purse would allow him to pay a small crew and from there it was about finding the product. They could go to the ends of the sea to the farthest country on earth and bring back exotic products that kings and queens would long for, or they could move things about the Aegean and land in every port in Greece. A ship of his own, that was what this day could bring him.
Esdras tensed, watching the dock intently until the doves were released from the sky, shouting orders as the sail was unfurled and the men reached for their oars. They had all been working together for a few months now and they had the timing down between them as Esdras sat to join them and make the boat as aerodynamic and fast as possible. It was a skaffos from a local merchant who they had recently brought back a large shipment for, and in exchange for the glory of a win if they provided it to him he had agreed to divide the purse and put in some of his own coin on top of it.
On the blue waves the boat jumped forward along with the others, and the sailors kept their eyes peeled, aiming for the first marker that would be in the second harbor. The dangers of the sharks and reefs were less on Esdras' mind than perhaps others, he knew how to swim and had been methodically teaching his own crew how to do so. If for whatever reason their boat floundered they would all survive, he wondered how many of the other crews felt as recklessly confident in their abilities.
It was going to be a good day. A marvelous day. Circenia relished races and she enjoyed winning even more. The purse of drachmae was already jingling in her mind as she flit open her eyes for the morning. She was beside herself as she picked out the perfect clothing for the day. Her house colors flowing as she made her way to the carriage that would take them to where it would start and end. Anyone that was anyone was expected to be at the races with opportunities to sit with high ladies. It would be a cesspool of gossip. It had been far too long since she had been in the know with many of the dealings in some of the houses. She didn't like secrets. At least secrets she didn't know about.
The ride was quiet, but that didn't bother her much. After so many years, it was easy to be calm in the hushed ride. There was no one to impress or prove that they were perfectly merry in their own sort of way. There wasn't a need to fill each and every moment with bothersome small talk about the sky or the hills or the people they were passing. Her fingers instead poked at the hair comb and the cords that twirled through the dark waves of her hair. Her chin held tilted to the sky to remind anyone that viewed at her, they were worthless in comparison and should be admiring her.
As they arrived, she caught her husband's gaze with a smirk creased to the left. "Oh, do you like what you see?" She was a bit informal in her speak and a teasing tone. They were in public and she was sure that Kei would be keeping the romantic gestures to a minimum. It didn't mean she couldn't catch him looking her way. A single motion and a strand of hair was put back in place by Keikelius. Circenia took his hand and accepted his help as she poured out of the carriage. Every movement was elegant and like a swan doing its dance on the water flitting and proving to all others that she was Circenia of Stravos. A name no one should ignore.
As if mere muscle memory was in control, her arm was easily slid around her husbands as she allowed him to lead her wherever. There was actually no effort needed to show her allegiance to Kei. Circenia was happy with her marriage, no matter what any of the rumors might say about the Stravos house. Or what it might have started as. She just wanted to win this, win this for her son. Any moment where she would be able to push him forward and make it obvious was a moment she would take advantage of.
"So what are the odds today? Hmm?" Her lips purred together as she looked down at the ships in the harbor. Many, if not all, with sails of colors she could easily recognize. Keikelius was the expert in this situation and if she was about to go make broad statements while the ships were careening over the seas, well she wanted to be right.
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It was going to be a good day. A marvelous day. Circenia relished races and she enjoyed winning even more. The purse of drachmae was already jingling in her mind as she flit open her eyes for the morning. She was beside herself as she picked out the perfect clothing for the day. Her house colors flowing as she made her way to the carriage that would take them to where it would start and end. Anyone that was anyone was expected to be at the races with opportunities to sit with high ladies. It would be a cesspool of gossip. It had been far too long since she had been in the know with many of the dealings in some of the houses. She didn't like secrets. At least secrets she didn't know about.
The ride was quiet, but that didn't bother her much. After so many years, it was easy to be calm in the hushed ride. There was no one to impress or prove that they were perfectly merry in their own sort of way. There wasn't a need to fill each and every moment with bothersome small talk about the sky or the hills or the people they were passing. Her fingers instead poked at the hair comb and the cords that twirled through the dark waves of her hair. Her chin held tilted to the sky to remind anyone that viewed at her, they were worthless in comparison and should be admiring her.
As they arrived, she caught her husband's gaze with a smirk creased to the left. "Oh, do you like what you see?" She was a bit informal in her speak and a teasing tone. They were in public and she was sure that Kei would be keeping the romantic gestures to a minimum. It didn't mean she couldn't catch him looking her way. A single motion and a strand of hair was put back in place by Keikelius. Circenia took his hand and accepted his help as she poured out of the carriage. Every movement was elegant and like a swan doing its dance on the water flitting and proving to all others that she was Circenia of Stravos. A name no one should ignore.
As if mere muscle memory was in control, her arm was easily slid around her husbands as she allowed him to lead her wherever. There was actually no effort needed to show her allegiance to Kei. Circenia was happy with her marriage, no matter what any of the rumors might say about the Stravos house. Or what it might have started as. She just wanted to win this, win this for her son. Any moment where she would be able to push him forward and make it obvious was a moment she would take advantage of.
"So what are the odds today? Hmm?" Her lips purred together as she looked down at the ships in the harbor. Many, if not all, with sails of colors she could easily recognize. Keikelius was the expert in this situation and if she was about to go make broad statements while the ships were careening over the seas, well she wanted to be right.
It was going to be a good day. A marvelous day. Circenia relished races and she enjoyed winning even more. The purse of drachmae was already jingling in her mind as she flit open her eyes for the morning. She was beside herself as she picked out the perfect clothing for the day. Her house colors flowing as she made her way to the carriage that would take them to where it would start and end. Anyone that was anyone was expected to be at the races with opportunities to sit with high ladies. It would be a cesspool of gossip. It had been far too long since she had been in the know with many of the dealings in some of the houses. She didn't like secrets. At least secrets she didn't know about.
The ride was quiet, but that didn't bother her much. After so many years, it was easy to be calm in the hushed ride. There was no one to impress or prove that they were perfectly merry in their own sort of way. There wasn't a need to fill each and every moment with bothersome small talk about the sky or the hills or the people they were passing. Her fingers instead poked at the hair comb and the cords that twirled through the dark waves of her hair. Her chin held tilted to the sky to remind anyone that viewed at her, they were worthless in comparison and should be admiring her.
As they arrived, she caught her husband's gaze with a smirk creased to the left. "Oh, do you like what you see?" She was a bit informal in her speak and a teasing tone. They were in public and she was sure that Kei would be keeping the romantic gestures to a minimum. It didn't mean she couldn't catch him looking her way. A single motion and a strand of hair was put back in place by Keikelius. Circenia took his hand and accepted his help as she poured out of the carriage. Every movement was elegant and like a swan doing its dance on the water flitting and proving to all others that she was Circenia of Stravos. A name no one should ignore.
As if mere muscle memory was in control, her arm was easily slid around her husbands as she allowed him to lead her wherever. There was actually no effort needed to show her allegiance to Kei. Circenia was happy with her marriage, no matter what any of the rumors might say about the Stravos house. Or what it might have started as. She just wanted to win this, win this for her son. Any moment where she would be able to push him forward and make it obvious was a moment she would take advantage of.
"So what are the odds today? Hmm?" Her lips purred together as she looked down at the ships in the harbor. Many, if not all, with sails of colors she could easily recognize. Keikelius was the expert in this situation and if she was about to go make broad statements while the ships were careening over the seas, well she wanted to be right.
Con finished up his setup and looked around, the are was already teeming with excited customers, hopeful contestants and even some nobility. This of course was to be expected. He didn’t know for sure but he suspected that people of importance might even come here to recruit sailors of exemplary skill.
The morning was young and full of life and Constantinos was hopeful he might run into his new friend Dysmas here, but as of yet he had seen no sign of the man. This wasn’t terribly surprising to him either. Dysmas naturally had better things to do than to cohort with some street merchant all morning.
As the smells of sawdust and oils filled the air Con began hawking his wares, careful to draw just the right amount of attention. Too little and he wouldn’t cover even the expenses he incurred traveling to the event, let alone the income of a normal day back home. Too much and he risked standing out in a negative light, much like the merchant next door was doing. He watched with amusement as the neighboring merchant scared customer after customer with his, almost aggressive, selling. Con smiled time and time again as the customers scoffed and instead came to visit a quieter shop, mainly his.
As visitor after visitor approached he always offered his sincere smile and asked what they were looking for, if anything particular. If the customer found what they were looking for he offered his usual: "Pleasure doing business with you, good fortune and kindness on you and your family." If not, he would offer things based on his perception of what the person might be able to afford. Beginning low, and progressing to more expensive wares. Business was good so far.
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Con finished up his setup and looked around, the are was already teeming with excited customers, hopeful contestants and even some nobility. This of course was to be expected. He didn’t know for sure but he suspected that people of importance might even come here to recruit sailors of exemplary skill.
The morning was young and full of life and Constantinos was hopeful he might run into his new friend Dysmas here, but as of yet he had seen no sign of the man. This wasn’t terribly surprising to him either. Dysmas naturally had better things to do than to cohort with some street merchant all morning.
As the smells of sawdust and oils filled the air Con began hawking his wares, careful to draw just the right amount of attention. Too little and he wouldn’t cover even the expenses he incurred traveling to the event, let alone the income of a normal day back home. Too much and he risked standing out in a negative light, much like the merchant next door was doing. He watched with amusement as the neighboring merchant scared customer after customer with his, almost aggressive, selling. Con smiled time and time again as the customers scoffed and instead came to visit a quieter shop, mainly his.
As visitor after visitor approached he always offered his sincere smile and asked what they were looking for, if anything particular. If the customer found what they were looking for he offered his usual: "Pleasure doing business with you, good fortune and kindness on you and your family." If not, he would offer things based on his perception of what the person might be able to afford. Beginning low, and progressing to more expensive wares. Business was good so far.
Con finished up his setup and looked around, the are was already teeming with excited customers, hopeful contestants and even some nobility. This of course was to be expected. He didn’t know for sure but he suspected that people of importance might even come here to recruit sailors of exemplary skill.
The morning was young and full of life and Constantinos was hopeful he might run into his new friend Dysmas here, but as of yet he had seen no sign of the man. This wasn’t terribly surprising to him either. Dysmas naturally had better things to do than to cohort with some street merchant all morning.
As the smells of sawdust and oils filled the air Con began hawking his wares, careful to draw just the right amount of attention. Too little and he wouldn’t cover even the expenses he incurred traveling to the event, let alone the income of a normal day back home. Too much and he risked standing out in a negative light, much like the merchant next door was doing. He watched with amusement as the neighboring merchant scared customer after customer with his, almost aggressive, selling. Con smiled time and time again as the customers scoffed and instead came to visit a quieter shop, mainly his.
As visitor after visitor approached he always offered his sincere smile and asked what they were looking for, if anything particular. If the customer found what they were looking for he offered his usual: "Pleasure doing business with you, good fortune and kindness on you and your family." If not, he would offer things based on his perception of what the person might be able to afford. Beginning low, and progressing to more expensive wares. Business was good so far.
"Princess Emilia requires particular attention. Though I have already earned myself a kiss from her, thus I doubt she shall be much more trouble," Rafail answered his brother, choosing to ignore the slight mockery in his tone. He could have refuted the comment easily, laughed at the fact that Pavlos was stuck with some near senior woman who couldn't produce an heir while he continued to have whichever women he desired available to him. At least he had a lady to see that day, unlike his brother. Two, if everything went according to plan. That was more women than his brother would ever bed again. "But I shall have guests visiting this evening if you must know."
The disregard for his concerns was disconcerting, and a natural expression of irritation took over his features. Rafail had never understood why Pavlos felt the need to be so dismissive towards his needs. He was a Marikas; he couldn't be treated like some simple commoner! He deserved the absolute best the world had to offer, and that meant not having to sit beside some poor sailor, especially not one who was dripping wet. The request had not merited the response his brother had given. "A hundred drachmae?" he replied, snorting, momentarily avoiding the subject of how much his brother thought he could contribute. "Dear, dear, if we're allowing the peasantry to ride with us for no more than a hundred drachmae then no wonder the Stravos family think themselves better."
Clearly, Pavlos would be no help. That said, Pavlos was never any help.
"Pa-paaa," he called out to their father, rushing after the man and making an effort to look as innocent and inconvenienced as possible. "I can't ride with him on the way home." Rafail cocked his head towards the sailor in question, not bothered by whether or not he was offending the man. He had no reason to trouble himself over the feelings of commoners. "My chiton is new; I can't have it ruined by salt. Besides, I have a princess to seduce so I must look my absolute finest." Panos might have been a distant father for the most part, but he tended to assume a parenting method of giving his youngest children what they willed (Pavlos already too grown and independent to control) which worked out perfectly comfortably for Rafail. After all, he deemed himself the favoured child thanks to his brother’s useless offspring and his sister’s gender, and he certainly excelled at having things his way. ”Perhaps he could ride home with you and Pav - I know my brother was so looking forward to chatting with him, gods only know why - and I shall switch places with Sera and sit with Sofi and the girls.” It seemed a reasonable solution, and certainly not one which had required such whining to procure, though Rafail preferred to ensure a whim’s success by any means necessary.
Once he had come to this agreement with his father, although 'agreement' may have been a strong word for Rafail simply informing the man of what he intended to do, he turned to offer his brother smug smirk, pleased to say that he would neither be walking home nor riding with the sailor on their return journey. "Have fun with your new common friend," he told Pavlos, noting out of the corner of his eye that the sailors were getting ready to set off. It seemed the ideal time to find the princess. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm quite occupied."
Making a gesture of farewell toward both his brother and father, the man strode away from them, directing himself towards where Princess Emilia would be watching the races. He had heard the announcement of the start of the races and seen the release of the doves, though he almost paid it no heed save to notice that the Marikas ship had started well and their sailor was clearly skilled in his profession, as they were moving quickly ahead. It was always important to notice how much better than the Stravos family they were. But his glance towards the boat had only lasted a brief moment as, quite suddenly, he found his way barred and some idiot attempting to inform him that he was not permitted to approach the girl.
"I am a Marikas," he snapped at the man, glaring past him in an attempt to make eye contact with the princess and gain her attention so she might solve this situation. "I am courting her Highness. I will not be barred entry." This was nothing short of an outrage. And, as the man so clearly refused to budge, he was left with no choice, forced to shout out past him like some uneducated fool. "Princess Emilia!"
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"Princess Emilia requires particular attention. Though I have already earned myself a kiss from her, thus I doubt she shall be much more trouble," Rafail answered his brother, choosing to ignore the slight mockery in his tone. He could have refuted the comment easily, laughed at the fact that Pavlos was stuck with some near senior woman who couldn't produce an heir while he continued to have whichever women he desired available to him. At least he had a lady to see that day, unlike his brother. Two, if everything went according to plan. That was more women than his brother would ever bed again. "But I shall have guests visiting this evening if you must know."
The disregard for his concerns was disconcerting, and a natural expression of irritation took over his features. Rafail had never understood why Pavlos felt the need to be so dismissive towards his needs. He was a Marikas; he couldn't be treated like some simple commoner! He deserved the absolute best the world had to offer, and that meant not having to sit beside some poor sailor, especially not one who was dripping wet. The request had not merited the response his brother had given. "A hundred drachmae?" he replied, snorting, momentarily avoiding the subject of how much his brother thought he could contribute. "Dear, dear, if we're allowing the peasantry to ride with us for no more than a hundred drachmae then no wonder the Stravos family think themselves better."
Clearly, Pavlos would be no help. That said, Pavlos was never any help.
"Pa-paaa," he called out to their father, rushing after the man and making an effort to look as innocent and inconvenienced as possible. "I can't ride with him on the way home." Rafail cocked his head towards the sailor in question, not bothered by whether or not he was offending the man. He had no reason to trouble himself over the feelings of commoners. "My chiton is new; I can't have it ruined by salt. Besides, I have a princess to seduce so I must look my absolute finest." Panos might have been a distant father for the most part, but he tended to assume a parenting method of giving his youngest children what they willed (Pavlos already too grown and independent to control) which worked out perfectly comfortably for Rafail. After all, he deemed himself the favoured child thanks to his brother’s useless offspring and his sister’s gender, and he certainly excelled at having things his way. ”Perhaps he could ride home with you and Pav - I know my brother was so looking forward to chatting with him, gods only know why - and I shall switch places with Sera and sit with Sofi and the girls.” It seemed a reasonable solution, and certainly not one which had required such whining to procure, though Rafail preferred to ensure a whim’s success by any means necessary.
Once he had come to this agreement with his father, although 'agreement' may have been a strong word for Rafail simply informing the man of what he intended to do, he turned to offer his brother smug smirk, pleased to say that he would neither be walking home nor riding with the sailor on their return journey. "Have fun with your new common friend," he told Pavlos, noting out of the corner of his eye that the sailors were getting ready to set off. It seemed the ideal time to find the princess. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm quite occupied."
Making a gesture of farewell toward both his brother and father, the man strode away from them, directing himself towards where Princess Emilia would be watching the races. He had heard the announcement of the start of the races and seen the release of the doves, though he almost paid it no heed save to notice that the Marikas ship had started well and their sailor was clearly skilled in his profession, as they were moving quickly ahead. It was always important to notice how much better than the Stravos family they were. But his glance towards the boat had only lasted a brief moment as, quite suddenly, he found his way barred and some idiot attempting to inform him that he was not permitted to approach the girl.
"I am a Marikas," he snapped at the man, glaring past him in an attempt to make eye contact with the princess and gain her attention so she might solve this situation. "I am courting her Highness. I will not be barred entry." This was nothing short of an outrage. And, as the man so clearly refused to budge, he was left with no choice, forced to shout out past him like some uneducated fool. "Princess Emilia!"
"Princess Emilia requires particular attention. Though I have already earned myself a kiss from her, thus I doubt she shall be much more trouble," Rafail answered his brother, choosing to ignore the slight mockery in his tone. He could have refuted the comment easily, laughed at the fact that Pavlos was stuck with some near senior woman who couldn't produce an heir while he continued to have whichever women he desired available to him. At least he had a lady to see that day, unlike his brother. Two, if everything went according to plan. That was more women than his brother would ever bed again. "But I shall have guests visiting this evening if you must know."
The disregard for his concerns was disconcerting, and a natural expression of irritation took over his features. Rafail had never understood why Pavlos felt the need to be so dismissive towards his needs. He was a Marikas; he couldn't be treated like some simple commoner! He deserved the absolute best the world had to offer, and that meant not having to sit beside some poor sailor, especially not one who was dripping wet. The request had not merited the response his brother had given. "A hundred drachmae?" he replied, snorting, momentarily avoiding the subject of how much his brother thought he could contribute. "Dear, dear, if we're allowing the peasantry to ride with us for no more than a hundred drachmae then no wonder the Stravos family think themselves better."
Clearly, Pavlos would be no help. That said, Pavlos was never any help.
"Pa-paaa," he called out to their father, rushing after the man and making an effort to look as innocent and inconvenienced as possible. "I can't ride with him on the way home." Rafail cocked his head towards the sailor in question, not bothered by whether or not he was offending the man. He had no reason to trouble himself over the feelings of commoners. "My chiton is new; I can't have it ruined by salt. Besides, I have a princess to seduce so I must look my absolute finest." Panos might have been a distant father for the most part, but he tended to assume a parenting method of giving his youngest children what they willed (Pavlos already too grown and independent to control) which worked out perfectly comfortably for Rafail. After all, he deemed himself the favoured child thanks to his brother’s useless offspring and his sister’s gender, and he certainly excelled at having things his way. ”Perhaps he could ride home with you and Pav - I know my brother was so looking forward to chatting with him, gods only know why - and I shall switch places with Sera and sit with Sofi and the girls.” It seemed a reasonable solution, and certainly not one which had required such whining to procure, though Rafail preferred to ensure a whim’s success by any means necessary.
Once he had come to this agreement with his father, although 'agreement' may have been a strong word for Rafail simply informing the man of what he intended to do, he turned to offer his brother smug smirk, pleased to say that he would neither be walking home nor riding with the sailor on their return journey. "Have fun with your new common friend," he told Pavlos, noting out of the corner of his eye that the sailors were getting ready to set off. It seemed the ideal time to find the princess. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm quite occupied."
Making a gesture of farewell toward both his brother and father, the man strode away from them, directing himself towards where Princess Emilia would be watching the races. He had heard the announcement of the start of the races and seen the release of the doves, though he almost paid it no heed save to notice that the Marikas ship had started well and their sailor was clearly skilled in his profession, as they were moving quickly ahead. It was always important to notice how much better than the Stravos family they were. But his glance towards the boat had only lasted a brief moment as, quite suddenly, he found his way barred and some idiot attempting to inform him that he was not permitted to approach the girl.
"I am a Marikas," he snapped at the man, glaring past him in an attempt to make eye contact with the princess and gain her attention so she might solve this situation. "I am courting her Highness. I will not be barred entry." This was nothing short of an outrage. And, as the man so clearly refused to budge, he was left with no choice, forced to shout out past him like some uneducated fool. "Princess Emilia!"
Keikelius could only look away when his wife taunted him the way she had. It was normal for her to do so. When he was younger, it had irritated him, but now he was used to it. And if she wasn’t goading him with flashy displays or seductive words, he knew he was in for a world of hurt. He’d long stopped feeling as if his wife’s behavior was inappropriate and instead channeled that rush of adrenaline she always sparked in him into their dalliances behind closed doors.
Things had worked out well in that regard.
Holding her arm gently against his own, he reached over and clasped his other hand over hers, using himself to keep her steady on uneven ground. The last thing he wanted was for her to twist her ankle on a rock or slip in a patch of wet mud. Pausing to let their sailor prepare, Keikelius turned his gaze to his wife, seeming to contemplate his words carefully.
“I’d say low,” he murmured lightly, giving a slight shrug, “There are a number of fine sailors and groups slated to be on the waters today. I’d say that today is anyone’s game,” he continued. “For all intents and purposes, we only entered to save face,” his voice was low as to keep his conversation between him and his wife. “One hundred drachma is little more than a pittance of a reward. The bigger reward is the presence we show,” he murmured. There was the slightest of tugs against her arm as he pressed her firmly against her side.
One of the very few signs of affection and protectiveness that the man ever showed in public. In truth, her warmth on his hip made it slightly easier to concentrate on the day’s events. His wife was a great listener, and he would depend on her the entire day in order to relay information for him. It was an easy trade-off. He funded her lavish lifestyle and gowns that made his heart stop, and she gave him all of the information he could want about the lords and ladies of the court.
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Keikelius could only look away when his wife taunted him the way she had. It was normal for her to do so. When he was younger, it had irritated him, but now he was used to it. And if she wasn’t goading him with flashy displays or seductive words, he knew he was in for a world of hurt. He’d long stopped feeling as if his wife’s behavior was inappropriate and instead channeled that rush of adrenaline she always sparked in him into their dalliances behind closed doors.
Things had worked out well in that regard.
Holding her arm gently against his own, he reached over and clasped his other hand over hers, using himself to keep her steady on uneven ground. The last thing he wanted was for her to twist her ankle on a rock or slip in a patch of wet mud. Pausing to let their sailor prepare, Keikelius turned his gaze to his wife, seeming to contemplate his words carefully.
“I’d say low,” he murmured lightly, giving a slight shrug, “There are a number of fine sailors and groups slated to be on the waters today. I’d say that today is anyone’s game,” he continued. “For all intents and purposes, we only entered to save face,” his voice was low as to keep his conversation between him and his wife. “One hundred drachma is little more than a pittance of a reward. The bigger reward is the presence we show,” he murmured. There was the slightest of tugs against her arm as he pressed her firmly against her side.
One of the very few signs of affection and protectiveness that the man ever showed in public. In truth, her warmth on his hip made it slightly easier to concentrate on the day’s events. His wife was a great listener, and he would depend on her the entire day in order to relay information for him. It was an easy trade-off. He funded her lavish lifestyle and gowns that made his heart stop, and she gave him all of the information he could want about the lords and ladies of the court.
Keikelius could only look away when his wife taunted him the way she had. It was normal for her to do so. When he was younger, it had irritated him, but now he was used to it. And if she wasn’t goading him with flashy displays or seductive words, he knew he was in for a world of hurt. He’d long stopped feeling as if his wife’s behavior was inappropriate and instead channeled that rush of adrenaline she always sparked in him into their dalliances behind closed doors.
Things had worked out well in that regard.
Holding her arm gently against his own, he reached over and clasped his other hand over hers, using himself to keep her steady on uneven ground. The last thing he wanted was for her to twist her ankle on a rock or slip in a patch of wet mud. Pausing to let their sailor prepare, Keikelius turned his gaze to his wife, seeming to contemplate his words carefully.
“I’d say low,” he murmured lightly, giving a slight shrug, “There are a number of fine sailors and groups slated to be on the waters today. I’d say that today is anyone’s game,” he continued. “For all intents and purposes, we only entered to save face,” his voice was low as to keep his conversation between him and his wife. “One hundred drachma is little more than a pittance of a reward. The bigger reward is the presence we show,” he murmured. There was the slightest of tugs against her arm as he pressed her firmly against her side.
One of the very few signs of affection and protectiveness that the man ever showed in public. In truth, her warmth on his hip made it slightly easier to concentrate on the day’s events. His wife was a great listener, and he would depend on her the entire day in order to relay information for him. It was an easy trade-off. He funded her lavish lifestyle and gowns that made his heart stop, and she gave him all of the information he could want about the lords and ladies of the court.
The money wasn't the most important piece of being present at the race. She knew that and obviously by the words of her husband, he knew that. The 100 drachmae were change in the bottom of a bucket, but for some, it would be worth it. Circenia almost wanted to ask what it cost to pay many of them to even staff a ship. Did that equal the prize at the end of it all? The ships that might get damaged in the scuffle under the advice of terrible captains just out for the money with little regard to those around them? Probably not. However, that was not a lady's business. And certainly not her place to chastise the men in their dangerous games, especially for those who hadn't spent all week praying to Poseidon.
"Low." She repeated in a hushed tone. Circenia didn't like losing. His next sentences were probably supposed to placate her in knowing that they weren't here to win. That wasn't the point and she shouldn't have been dwelling on it. But, she was. Her eyes stared out to the waves and the many sails that had a rainbow of colors representing houses and other allegiances. Her brain had been churning at the thought of another house winning the bragging rights for an entire year.
Attention was then returned to her husband as her expression read something a little more hopeful. "I am sure there is money to be had gambling. Much more than 100 drachmae." If she couldn't have that prize, Circenia would start plotting another way to have her winnings. It was just a matter of looking at the ships and picking what one might win. Even if it meant betting secretly against the own ship her husband had sent out on to the water.
She made her way down just in time to see the Princess Emilia say a little speech. Quaint really. Her hands folded together as she could remember a time when she might have been the one to start it all. And someday it would be her grandchildren. Emilia could have her moment, but it would only be a blip in the span of eternity. And what have they done to go down in history anyway, what had Minas done besides worry about love instead of the peace of Athenia.
"Praise Poseidon." Her hand went to her chest as she saw them go as she spoke out the words with a bit of concern. Though it was all for show. She actually was there to see if any would sink, maybe someone important to pump up some gossip. All in a row, it was easy for them to hit each other. The sounds of wood bumping as they pick up speed across the Aegean and aim for the pre-planned route.
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The money wasn't the most important piece of being present at the race. She knew that and obviously by the words of her husband, he knew that. The 100 drachmae were change in the bottom of a bucket, but for some, it would be worth it. Circenia almost wanted to ask what it cost to pay many of them to even staff a ship. Did that equal the prize at the end of it all? The ships that might get damaged in the scuffle under the advice of terrible captains just out for the money with little regard to those around them? Probably not. However, that was not a lady's business. And certainly not her place to chastise the men in their dangerous games, especially for those who hadn't spent all week praying to Poseidon.
"Low." She repeated in a hushed tone. Circenia didn't like losing. His next sentences were probably supposed to placate her in knowing that they weren't here to win. That wasn't the point and she shouldn't have been dwelling on it. But, she was. Her eyes stared out to the waves and the many sails that had a rainbow of colors representing houses and other allegiances. Her brain had been churning at the thought of another house winning the bragging rights for an entire year.
Attention was then returned to her husband as her expression read something a little more hopeful. "I am sure there is money to be had gambling. Much more than 100 drachmae." If she couldn't have that prize, Circenia would start plotting another way to have her winnings. It was just a matter of looking at the ships and picking what one might win. Even if it meant betting secretly against the own ship her husband had sent out on to the water.
She made her way down just in time to see the Princess Emilia say a little speech. Quaint really. Her hands folded together as she could remember a time when she might have been the one to start it all. And someday it would be her grandchildren. Emilia could have her moment, but it would only be a blip in the span of eternity. And what have they done to go down in history anyway, what had Minas done besides worry about love instead of the peace of Athenia.
"Praise Poseidon." Her hand went to her chest as she saw them go as she spoke out the words with a bit of concern. Though it was all for show. She actually was there to see if any would sink, maybe someone important to pump up some gossip. All in a row, it was easy for them to hit each other. The sounds of wood bumping as they pick up speed across the Aegean and aim for the pre-planned route.
The money wasn't the most important piece of being present at the race. She knew that and obviously by the words of her husband, he knew that. The 100 drachmae were change in the bottom of a bucket, but for some, it would be worth it. Circenia almost wanted to ask what it cost to pay many of them to even staff a ship. Did that equal the prize at the end of it all? The ships that might get damaged in the scuffle under the advice of terrible captains just out for the money with little regard to those around them? Probably not. However, that was not a lady's business. And certainly not her place to chastise the men in their dangerous games, especially for those who hadn't spent all week praying to Poseidon.
"Low." She repeated in a hushed tone. Circenia didn't like losing. His next sentences were probably supposed to placate her in knowing that they weren't here to win. That wasn't the point and she shouldn't have been dwelling on it. But, she was. Her eyes stared out to the waves and the many sails that had a rainbow of colors representing houses and other allegiances. Her brain had been churning at the thought of another house winning the bragging rights for an entire year.
Attention was then returned to her husband as her expression read something a little more hopeful. "I am sure there is money to be had gambling. Much more than 100 drachmae." If she couldn't have that prize, Circenia would start plotting another way to have her winnings. It was just a matter of looking at the ships and picking what one might win. Even if it meant betting secretly against the own ship her husband had sent out on to the water.
She made her way down just in time to see the Princess Emilia say a little speech. Quaint really. Her hands folded together as she could remember a time when she might have been the one to start it all. And someday it would be her grandchildren. Emilia could have her moment, but it would only be a blip in the span of eternity. And what have they done to go down in history anyway, what had Minas done besides worry about love instead of the peace of Athenia.
"Praise Poseidon." Her hand went to her chest as she saw them go as she spoke out the words with a bit of concern. Though it was all for show. She actually was there to see if any would sink, maybe someone important to pump up some gossip. All in a row, it was easy for them to hit each other. The sounds of wood bumping as they pick up speed across the Aegean and aim for the pre-planned route.
Linos was still on his way to the race. He didn't want to be there on his own accord. On the contrary, he didn't wish to come at all. After all, there were more exciting things he could be doing such as reading and drawing some diagrams he had really been needing to draw. However, he had promised his brother Dysmas that he would come. Thus, so he would. Anything to help his brother.
On the way to the race, Linos had to continually remind himself that he needed to focus on getting there. However, his mind had other plans. Upon seeing a leaf gracefully fall from a tree, Linos became completely enamored by the sight and approached the tree. There, he sat pondering the state and being of things for a while. Time passed, but it couldn't have been too long. Linos then remembered what he was supposed to be doing. Yet, when he looked up, he realized that the street where he was was barren. Most people must be there already. The man shook his head, internally scolding himself for not keeping focus yet again on the task at hand. He quickly stood up, brushing himself off and moved posthaste toward where the event was taking place.
Upon arriving, Linos noticed just how massive the crowd actually was. He suddenly felt a tad nauseated, but he had resolve. He made a promise to his brother. He wasn't just about to break it because there was an overwhelming crowd. After gathering his mental strength and taking a deep breath, Linos plunged into the crowd. He moved around people carefully, but he was often clumsy, and had to really focus on keeping himself steady. As he moved through the crowd he also kept his eye out for the familiar face of his brother.
Yet, person after person, man after man, woman after woman, child after child, object after object, and Linos could not see his brother anywhere in sight. He felt defeated. He hung his head, clinging to the book he brought to the event, at this point just hoping to find somewhere to sit down and read. It was then that he decided to take one more glance across the people gathered to finally spot who he had been looking for. He wondered if it had been completely chance as he quickened his pace to meet his brother. Upon finally getting closer he gave a smile of relief, "Oh, Dysmas, I finally found you! I'm sorry that I'm so late."
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Linos was still on his way to the race. He didn't want to be there on his own accord. On the contrary, he didn't wish to come at all. After all, there were more exciting things he could be doing such as reading and drawing some diagrams he had really been needing to draw. However, he had promised his brother Dysmas that he would come. Thus, so he would. Anything to help his brother.
On the way to the race, Linos had to continually remind himself that he needed to focus on getting there. However, his mind had other plans. Upon seeing a leaf gracefully fall from a tree, Linos became completely enamored by the sight and approached the tree. There, he sat pondering the state and being of things for a while. Time passed, but it couldn't have been too long. Linos then remembered what he was supposed to be doing. Yet, when he looked up, he realized that the street where he was was barren. Most people must be there already. The man shook his head, internally scolding himself for not keeping focus yet again on the task at hand. He quickly stood up, brushing himself off and moved posthaste toward where the event was taking place.
Upon arriving, Linos noticed just how massive the crowd actually was. He suddenly felt a tad nauseated, but he had resolve. He made a promise to his brother. He wasn't just about to break it because there was an overwhelming crowd. After gathering his mental strength and taking a deep breath, Linos plunged into the crowd. He moved around people carefully, but he was often clumsy, and had to really focus on keeping himself steady. As he moved through the crowd he also kept his eye out for the familiar face of his brother.
Yet, person after person, man after man, woman after woman, child after child, object after object, and Linos could not see his brother anywhere in sight. He felt defeated. He hung his head, clinging to the book he brought to the event, at this point just hoping to find somewhere to sit down and read. It was then that he decided to take one more glance across the people gathered to finally spot who he had been looking for. He wondered if it had been completely chance as he quickened his pace to meet his brother. Upon finally getting closer he gave a smile of relief, "Oh, Dysmas, I finally found you! I'm sorry that I'm so late."
Linos was still on his way to the race. He didn't want to be there on his own accord. On the contrary, he didn't wish to come at all. After all, there were more exciting things he could be doing such as reading and drawing some diagrams he had really been needing to draw. However, he had promised his brother Dysmas that he would come. Thus, so he would. Anything to help his brother.
On the way to the race, Linos had to continually remind himself that he needed to focus on getting there. However, his mind had other plans. Upon seeing a leaf gracefully fall from a tree, Linos became completely enamored by the sight and approached the tree. There, he sat pondering the state and being of things for a while. Time passed, but it couldn't have been too long. Linos then remembered what he was supposed to be doing. Yet, when he looked up, he realized that the street where he was was barren. Most people must be there already. The man shook his head, internally scolding himself for not keeping focus yet again on the task at hand. He quickly stood up, brushing himself off and moved posthaste toward where the event was taking place.
Upon arriving, Linos noticed just how massive the crowd actually was. He suddenly felt a tad nauseated, but he had resolve. He made a promise to his brother. He wasn't just about to break it because there was an overwhelming crowd. After gathering his mental strength and taking a deep breath, Linos plunged into the crowd. He moved around people carefully, but he was often clumsy, and had to really focus on keeping himself steady. As he moved through the crowd he also kept his eye out for the familiar face of his brother.
Yet, person after person, man after man, woman after woman, child after child, object after object, and Linos could not see his brother anywhere in sight. He felt defeated. He hung his head, clinging to the book he brought to the event, at this point just hoping to find somewhere to sit down and read. It was then that he decided to take one more glance across the people gathered to finally spot who he had been looking for. He wondered if it had been completely chance as he quickened his pace to meet his brother. Upon finally getting closer he gave a smile of relief, "Oh, Dysmas, I finally found you! I'm sorry that I'm so late."
Light. Too much light. Daniil thought as she reached out to yank the covers over her head. Next thing she knew they were being yanked off of her.
Opening her eyes she slowly looked around contentiously blinking as her eyes worked to adjust to the light.
"Milady? You are late."
Three words was all it took to kick the youngest of Pavlos' girls out of bed. She knew her father, who was perpetually annoyed at having a household full of women, would be a bit extra annoyed if any of them were late.
In a panic she slid out of the bed and began the mad dash to get ready.
Its not like he is going to leave without us. she told herself as she took a bath. She smelled like lavender once they were done.Wrapped in a towel she sat back down on the bed and broke her fast while a servant worked on her dark mass of hair brushing and combing it to make it shine.
She made a face as the brush got stuck in a knot, sending pain through her head.
"Oww! Gods!" she hissed as she glared over her shoulder. The girl just met her gaze and then set to finishing her task.
"Apologies Milady." the girl said.
Daniil gave her a small smile and then turned to finish her meal. Once that was done the dishes were taken away and she dressed jeweled, and coifed with her dark hair piled on her head. Once she was ready and well steeled for what she knew was coming, Daniil joined her family.
Daniil inclined her head in a motion of respect to her elders, flashed a grin at Elena, and then gave a nod and a smile of sorts to Agathe.
She joined the other womenfolk in their assigned carriage and watched the sights as they traveled and on occasions sharing a smile with Cyrene and watching Sera from under her lashes. Hmmm not the best of signs. I wonder what has Mother upset? Though I would not doubt that Father would be the likely cause. The thought rolled through her brain as carriage came to a stop and the women climbed out led by Cyrene, her mother, and her elder sisters. Once Daniil was out she took a moment to brush out any wrinkles in her outfit. She inhaled deeply and then she shielded her eyes as she moved out of the way and glanced around.
She watched Cyrene wave at someone and then smiled as she caught sight of Dysmas and she could tell from the heat of her cheeks, that she was blushing. She did not let her gaze linger there overly long before she returned to taking in the crowd as she followed her mother and sisters. Though she could not wait to be able to run off on her own, but that would come soon enough.
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Light. Too much light. Daniil thought as she reached out to yank the covers over her head. Next thing she knew they were being yanked off of her.
Opening her eyes she slowly looked around contentiously blinking as her eyes worked to adjust to the light.
"Milady? You are late."
Three words was all it took to kick the youngest of Pavlos' girls out of bed. She knew her father, who was perpetually annoyed at having a household full of women, would be a bit extra annoyed if any of them were late.
In a panic she slid out of the bed and began the mad dash to get ready.
Its not like he is going to leave without us. she told herself as she took a bath. She smelled like lavender once they were done.Wrapped in a towel she sat back down on the bed and broke her fast while a servant worked on her dark mass of hair brushing and combing it to make it shine.
She made a face as the brush got stuck in a knot, sending pain through her head.
"Oww! Gods!" she hissed as she glared over her shoulder. The girl just met her gaze and then set to finishing her task.
"Apologies Milady." the girl said.
Daniil gave her a small smile and then turned to finish her meal. Once that was done the dishes were taken away and she dressed jeweled, and coifed with her dark hair piled on her head. Once she was ready and well steeled for what she knew was coming, Daniil joined her family.
Daniil inclined her head in a motion of respect to her elders, flashed a grin at Elena, and then gave a nod and a smile of sorts to Agathe.
She joined the other womenfolk in their assigned carriage and watched the sights as they traveled and on occasions sharing a smile with Cyrene and watching Sera from under her lashes. Hmmm not the best of signs. I wonder what has Mother upset? Though I would not doubt that Father would be the likely cause. The thought rolled through her brain as carriage came to a stop and the women climbed out led by Cyrene, her mother, and her elder sisters. Once Daniil was out she took a moment to brush out any wrinkles in her outfit. She inhaled deeply and then she shielded her eyes as she moved out of the way and glanced around.
She watched Cyrene wave at someone and then smiled as she caught sight of Dysmas and she could tell from the heat of her cheeks, that she was blushing. She did not let her gaze linger there overly long before she returned to taking in the crowd as she followed her mother and sisters. Though she could not wait to be able to run off on her own, but that would come soon enough.
Light. Too much light. Daniil thought as she reached out to yank the covers over her head. Next thing she knew they were being yanked off of her.
Opening her eyes she slowly looked around contentiously blinking as her eyes worked to adjust to the light.
"Milady? You are late."
Three words was all it took to kick the youngest of Pavlos' girls out of bed. She knew her father, who was perpetually annoyed at having a household full of women, would be a bit extra annoyed if any of them were late.
In a panic she slid out of the bed and began the mad dash to get ready.
Its not like he is going to leave without us. she told herself as she took a bath. She smelled like lavender once they were done.Wrapped in a towel she sat back down on the bed and broke her fast while a servant worked on her dark mass of hair brushing and combing it to make it shine.
She made a face as the brush got stuck in a knot, sending pain through her head.
"Oww! Gods!" she hissed as she glared over her shoulder. The girl just met her gaze and then set to finishing her task.
"Apologies Milady." the girl said.
Daniil gave her a small smile and then turned to finish her meal. Once that was done the dishes were taken away and she dressed jeweled, and coifed with her dark hair piled on her head. Once she was ready and well steeled for what she knew was coming, Daniil joined her family.
Daniil inclined her head in a motion of respect to her elders, flashed a grin at Elena, and then gave a nod and a smile of sorts to Agathe.
She joined the other womenfolk in their assigned carriage and watched the sights as they traveled and on occasions sharing a smile with Cyrene and watching Sera from under her lashes. Hmmm not the best of signs. I wonder what has Mother upset? Though I would not doubt that Father would be the likely cause. The thought rolled through her brain as carriage came to a stop and the women climbed out led by Cyrene, her mother, and her elder sisters. Once Daniil was out she took a moment to brush out any wrinkles in her outfit. She inhaled deeply and then she shielded her eyes as she moved out of the way and glanced around.
She watched Cyrene wave at someone and then smiled as she caught sight of Dysmas and she could tell from the heat of her cheeks, that she was blushing. She did not let her gaze linger there overly long before she returned to taking in the crowd as she followed her mother and sisters. Though she could not wait to be able to run off on her own, but that would come soon enough.
