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Agathe inclined her head in greeting as her sister introduced Linos, Dysmas, and Thalia. She offered a polite smile to their mother’s retainer Cyrene. The girl had arrived with the Marikas family, but promptly disappeared into the throng of people as Sera had released her from her duties for the remainder of the day. She was once more relegated to a brief interaction as Thalia whisked Cyrene away to seek out fresh air. As her attention was with the two women, she failed to notice the arrival of Adrestus of Nikolaos until his apology rang in her ears, drawing her attention.
”Lord Adrestus, what a pleasant surprise, although I suppose I should have expected you to be anywhere ships and adventure are anticipated. Now tell me, where have you hidden Lord Linos all these years?”
Agathe offered the wheat-haired man a coy smile as she often did on the rare occasion she saw her former partner in coquetry. She could still recall the first time she truly laid eyes on Adrestus as if it were yesterday. He had just returned to Athenia after several years at sea and Cyrene had convinced him to attend court for the first time in four years. Sure, Agathe had seen him once or twice at courtly functions prior to his departure, but as she had grown and continued to hone her skill set, so had Adrestus. Of course, it didn’t hurt that her father was visibly displeased every time she and Adrestus spoke.
”Come now, Daniil, everyone knows you are not expected to actually watch the race. We attend to see the sailors off, perform our social responsibilities during the competition, and honor the winners at the end. Our cousins are the only ones obligated to pay it any mind,” Agathe playfully chastised her sister. Squeezing the girl’s hand, she continued, “Let us pray to the gods the man survives the sharks. Father was already in a foul mood, I would hate to see his day further ruined by a dead sponsee.”
Rolling her eyes, Agathe stole a discreetly worried glance at the commotion on the water. Their father was notoriously aloof, particularly where his own family was concerned, and Agathe had no interest in going home to an angry Pavlos. The man had spared no expense in his sponsorship of his sailor, she knew the following days would be miserable if the Marikas skafos lost the race, she refused to imagine what if would be like should their ship be amongst the carnage in the harbor.
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Agathe inclined her head in greeting as her sister introduced Linos, Dysmas, and Thalia. She offered a polite smile to their mother’s retainer Cyrene. The girl had arrived with the Marikas family, but promptly disappeared into the throng of people as Sera had released her from her duties for the remainder of the day. She was once more relegated to a brief interaction as Thalia whisked Cyrene away to seek out fresh air. As her attention was with the two women, she failed to notice the arrival of Adrestus of Nikolaos until his apology rang in her ears, drawing her attention.
”Lord Adrestus, what a pleasant surprise, although I suppose I should have expected you to be anywhere ships and adventure are anticipated. Now tell me, where have you hidden Lord Linos all these years?”
Agathe offered the wheat-haired man a coy smile as she often did on the rare occasion she saw her former partner in coquetry. She could still recall the first time she truly laid eyes on Adrestus as if it were yesterday. He had just returned to Athenia after several years at sea and Cyrene had convinced him to attend court for the first time in four years. Sure, Agathe had seen him once or twice at courtly functions prior to his departure, but as she had grown and continued to hone her skill set, so had Adrestus. Of course, it didn’t hurt that her father was visibly displeased every time she and Adrestus spoke.
”Come now, Daniil, everyone knows you are not expected to actually watch the race. We attend to see the sailors off, perform our social responsibilities during the competition, and honor the winners at the end. Our cousins are the only ones obligated to pay it any mind,” Agathe playfully chastised her sister. Squeezing the girl’s hand, she continued, “Let us pray to the gods the man survives the sharks. Father was already in a foul mood, I would hate to see his day further ruined by a dead sponsee.”
Rolling her eyes, Agathe stole a discreetly worried glance at the commotion on the water. Their father was notoriously aloof, particularly where his own family was concerned, and Agathe had no interest in going home to an angry Pavlos. The man had spared no expense in his sponsorship of his sailor, she knew the following days would be miserable if the Marikas skafos lost the race, she refused to imagine what if would be like should their ship be amongst the carnage in the harbor.
Agathe inclined her head in greeting as her sister introduced Linos, Dysmas, and Thalia. She offered a polite smile to their mother’s retainer Cyrene. The girl had arrived with the Marikas family, but promptly disappeared into the throng of people as Sera had released her from her duties for the remainder of the day. She was once more relegated to a brief interaction as Thalia whisked Cyrene away to seek out fresh air. As her attention was with the two women, she failed to notice the arrival of Adrestus of Nikolaos until his apology rang in her ears, drawing her attention.
”Lord Adrestus, what a pleasant surprise, although I suppose I should have expected you to be anywhere ships and adventure are anticipated. Now tell me, where have you hidden Lord Linos all these years?”
Agathe offered the wheat-haired man a coy smile as she often did on the rare occasion she saw her former partner in coquetry. She could still recall the first time she truly laid eyes on Adrestus as if it were yesterday. He had just returned to Athenia after several years at sea and Cyrene had convinced him to attend court for the first time in four years. Sure, Agathe had seen him once or twice at courtly functions prior to his departure, but as she had grown and continued to hone her skill set, so had Adrestus. Of course, it didn’t hurt that her father was visibly displeased every time she and Adrestus spoke.
”Come now, Daniil, everyone knows you are not expected to actually watch the race. We attend to see the sailors off, perform our social responsibilities during the competition, and honor the winners at the end. Our cousins are the only ones obligated to pay it any mind,” Agathe playfully chastised her sister. Squeezing the girl’s hand, she continued, “Let us pray to the gods the man survives the sharks. Father was already in a foul mood, I would hate to see his day further ruined by a dead sponsee.”
Rolling her eyes, Agathe stole a discreetly worried glance at the commotion on the water. Their father was notoriously aloof, particularly where his own family was concerned, and Agathe had no interest in going home to an angry Pavlos. The man had spared no expense in his sponsorship of his sailor, she knew the following days would be miserable if the Marikas skafos lost the race, she refused to imagine what if would be like should their ship be amongst the carnage in the harbor.
Daniil watched her elder sister work from under her long lashes. Watching the eldest of the trio work was a treat for Daniil. Oh yes sister dear, teach. Time for me to start sharpening my claws, so that I an use them later if I so choose. Watchful hazel eyes studied and learned. Daniil glanced at Thalia and Cyrene as the pair left the group in search of fresh air, still smiling. She was pretty sure that Cyrene liked days like this because they meant that she was usually left free to do as she wished thanks to her mother's intervention. Daniil's smile grew as she recalled times past when she and Thailia played together as children. The time of recollection was short though due to hearing Agathe greet Adrestus.
Oh, this will be interesting. she thought to herself as Agathe greeted one man and then zeroed in on Linos, like a cat with a mouse. You are in for it now Linos. When my sister smells a fish, it's hard to get her to let go. Daniil thought as she watched the interplay from under her lashes. If she were the underhanded kind, Daniil knew she had something on him that could be used against him.
Watching the interplay between Adrestus and her sister and it did not take an oracle to realize that there something between the pair. Oh now this is interesting. I must figure this out! she thought as she kept smiling and watching from under her lashes. Oddly she felt like she was off on a spying mission. She needed to find ways to hone these skills because she could come across information that could benefit her House.
Daniil tried not to snicker at her sister's playful chastisement, instead she blushed some, her smile never wavering. "I wasn't watching. I was just curious about the commotion was all, especially knowing father's boat, which of course I want to win." she said with a soft laugh as she squeezed Agathe's hand. "Oh indeed. An angry God was not a nice enemy to have. I pity the man that has to deal with Father on top of this. It will not be pretty." Daniil agreed, her expression not missing a beat.
Pavlos in anger was something Daniil did not relish dealing with if they were embarrassed by a loss or worse. If he started showing his displeasure in ant display of yelling, she would be taking off and hiding either in her room or in the garden. There was not one member of the house that did not know that Pavlos had spared no expense on the sailor, and like her sister, Daniil knew that the next few days would be unbearable if the Marikas skafos lost the race. Do not think about the possibility of the sharks meeting the skafos. she silently chided herself.
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Daniil watched her elder sister work from under her long lashes. Watching the eldest of the trio work was a treat for Daniil. Oh yes sister dear, teach. Time for me to start sharpening my claws, so that I an use them later if I so choose. Watchful hazel eyes studied and learned. Daniil glanced at Thalia and Cyrene as the pair left the group in search of fresh air, still smiling. She was pretty sure that Cyrene liked days like this because they meant that she was usually left free to do as she wished thanks to her mother's intervention. Daniil's smile grew as she recalled times past when she and Thailia played together as children. The time of recollection was short though due to hearing Agathe greet Adrestus.
Oh, this will be interesting. she thought to herself as Agathe greeted one man and then zeroed in on Linos, like a cat with a mouse. You are in for it now Linos. When my sister smells a fish, it's hard to get her to let go. Daniil thought as she watched the interplay from under her lashes. If she were the underhanded kind, Daniil knew she had something on him that could be used against him.
Watching the interplay between Adrestus and her sister and it did not take an oracle to realize that there something between the pair. Oh now this is interesting. I must figure this out! she thought as she kept smiling and watching from under her lashes. Oddly she felt like she was off on a spying mission. She needed to find ways to hone these skills because she could come across information that could benefit her House.
Daniil tried not to snicker at her sister's playful chastisement, instead she blushed some, her smile never wavering. "I wasn't watching. I was just curious about the commotion was all, especially knowing father's boat, which of course I want to win." she said with a soft laugh as she squeezed Agathe's hand. "Oh indeed. An angry God was not a nice enemy to have. I pity the man that has to deal with Father on top of this. It will not be pretty." Daniil agreed, her expression not missing a beat.
Pavlos in anger was something Daniil did not relish dealing with if they were embarrassed by a loss or worse. If he started showing his displeasure in ant display of yelling, she would be taking off and hiding either in her room or in the garden. There was not one member of the house that did not know that Pavlos had spared no expense on the sailor, and like her sister, Daniil knew that the next few days would be unbearable if the Marikas skafos lost the race. Do not think about the possibility of the sharks meeting the skafos. she silently chided herself.
Daniil watched her elder sister work from under her long lashes. Watching the eldest of the trio work was a treat for Daniil. Oh yes sister dear, teach. Time for me to start sharpening my claws, so that I an use them later if I so choose. Watchful hazel eyes studied and learned. Daniil glanced at Thalia and Cyrene as the pair left the group in search of fresh air, still smiling. She was pretty sure that Cyrene liked days like this because they meant that she was usually left free to do as she wished thanks to her mother's intervention. Daniil's smile grew as she recalled times past when she and Thailia played together as children. The time of recollection was short though due to hearing Agathe greet Adrestus.
Oh, this will be interesting. she thought to herself as Agathe greeted one man and then zeroed in on Linos, like a cat with a mouse. You are in for it now Linos. When my sister smells a fish, it's hard to get her to let go. Daniil thought as she watched the interplay from under her lashes. If she were the underhanded kind, Daniil knew she had something on him that could be used against him.
Watching the interplay between Adrestus and her sister and it did not take an oracle to realize that there something between the pair. Oh now this is interesting. I must figure this out! she thought as she kept smiling and watching from under her lashes. Oddly she felt like she was off on a spying mission. She needed to find ways to hone these skills because she could come across information that could benefit her House.
Daniil tried not to snicker at her sister's playful chastisement, instead she blushed some, her smile never wavering. "I wasn't watching. I was just curious about the commotion was all, especially knowing father's boat, which of course I want to win." she said with a soft laugh as she squeezed Agathe's hand. "Oh indeed. An angry God was not a nice enemy to have. I pity the man that has to deal with Father on top of this. It will not be pretty." Daniil agreed, her expression not missing a beat.
Pavlos in anger was something Daniil did not relish dealing with if they were embarrassed by a loss or worse. If he started showing his displeasure in ant display of yelling, she would be taking off and hiding either in her room or in the garden. There was not one member of the house that did not know that Pavlos had spared no expense on the sailor, and like her sister, Daniil knew that the next few days would be unbearable if the Marikas skafos lost the race. Do not think about the possibility of the sharks meeting the skafos. she silently chided herself.
Con positively beamed at the compliments his wares were receiving. These coming from a Lady and a Princess, goodness he couldn't have asked for a better advertisement. Persephone was admiring and commenting on the craftsmanship when Lady Zoe approached him about a particular piece of white silk. Carefully pausing in thought he considered the gifts both women gave him by showing he was worth purchasing from, as well as the care both expressed when he hurt himself he decided he could not charge full price in this situation. "For you, my lady, a single owl is all I would ask." He shyly added "Your highness, is t-there anything t-that may strike your fancy? I promise my prices are fair."
At this bold statement he turned bright red, and in his hurry to escape this beautiful woman's gaze, knocked over a vase. No damage came to it but it did provide a convenient reason for him to duck out of sight, shielding him from view long enough for his face to no longer be as scarlet as some of the scarves he sold.
Rising to his feet once more he glanced back at Persephone. It was all he could do to keep his jaw from dropping, she was a bit distracted by all of the pretty colors so his stupor went unnoticed. He was extremely proud of his decision of the color of the brooch. It fit very well with her outfit. Maybe there was something to this artsy stuff after all.
At this the princess excused herself leaving Con a bit let down, but he understood. Far be it from becoming for a princess to peruse a merchants goods for any great length when there must be a million better uses of her time. He appreciated her stopping in and before long was all but swallowed by the renewed interest of the marketplace. She hadn't purchased anything but it appeared that her interest alone was enough to bring people flocking toward his tent and he knew that this spoke well for business.
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Con positively beamed at the compliments his wares were receiving. These coming from a Lady and a Princess, goodness he couldn't have asked for a better advertisement. Persephone was admiring and commenting on the craftsmanship when Lady Zoe approached him about a particular piece of white silk. Carefully pausing in thought he considered the gifts both women gave him by showing he was worth purchasing from, as well as the care both expressed when he hurt himself he decided he could not charge full price in this situation. "For you, my lady, a single owl is all I would ask." He shyly added "Your highness, is t-there anything t-that may strike your fancy? I promise my prices are fair."
At this bold statement he turned bright red, and in his hurry to escape this beautiful woman's gaze, knocked over a vase. No damage came to it but it did provide a convenient reason for him to duck out of sight, shielding him from view long enough for his face to no longer be as scarlet as some of the scarves he sold.
Rising to his feet once more he glanced back at Persephone. It was all he could do to keep his jaw from dropping, she was a bit distracted by all of the pretty colors so his stupor went unnoticed. He was extremely proud of his decision of the color of the brooch. It fit very well with her outfit. Maybe there was something to this artsy stuff after all.
At this the princess excused herself leaving Con a bit let down, but he understood. Far be it from becoming for a princess to peruse a merchants goods for any great length when there must be a million better uses of her time. He appreciated her stopping in and before long was all but swallowed by the renewed interest of the marketplace. She hadn't purchased anything but it appeared that her interest alone was enough to bring people flocking toward his tent and he knew that this spoke well for business.
Con positively beamed at the compliments his wares were receiving. These coming from a Lady and a Princess, goodness he couldn't have asked for a better advertisement. Persephone was admiring and commenting on the craftsmanship when Lady Zoe approached him about a particular piece of white silk. Carefully pausing in thought he considered the gifts both women gave him by showing he was worth purchasing from, as well as the care both expressed when he hurt himself he decided he could not charge full price in this situation. "For you, my lady, a single owl is all I would ask." He shyly added "Your highness, is t-there anything t-that may strike your fancy? I promise my prices are fair."
At this bold statement he turned bright red, and in his hurry to escape this beautiful woman's gaze, knocked over a vase. No damage came to it but it did provide a convenient reason for him to duck out of sight, shielding him from view long enough for his face to no longer be as scarlet as some of the scarves he sold.
Rising to his feet once more he glanced back at Persephone. It was all he could do to keep his jaw from dropping, she was a bit distracted by all of the pretty colors so his stupor went unnoticed. He was extremely proud of his decision of the color of the brooch. It fit very well with her outfit. Maybe there was something to this artsy stuff after all.
At this the princess excused herself leaving Con a bit let down, but he understood. Far be it from becoming for a princess to peruse a merchants goods for any great length when there must be a million better uses of her time. He appreciated her stopping in and before long was all but swallowed by the renewed interest of the marketplace. She hadn't purchased anything but it appeared that her interest alone was enough to bring people flocking toward his tent and he knew that this spoke well for business.
Rejection of his advances had been unexpected for Rafail. He was unused to being told 'no', and he was especially unused to being rebuffed by the women he approached. Last he had been aware, Princess Emilia had appeared truly captivated by his advances - he had even stolen a kiss from the girl during their first official meeting - and this response to his approach was far from expected. He was being publically humiliated, and Rafail of Marikas did not take well to being belittled by anyone, most certainly not some stupid girl. The man was all too ready to push past her useless guard and let her know exactly what he thought of her actions, had it not been for the call of his family's gladiator.
"As though you should know. Perhaps the ladies might not like your advances, but I can hardly fault them for that," he countered the man, eyes narrowed as he turned to glare at him. Whether his great aunt had sent the man or not, he was uninterested, only bothered by how this affected his plans for that day. However, he was not so stupid as to fight against the man and be punished by an elderly woman in so public a place, unwilling to suffer the humiliation that would result from such an event. Rafail knew full well that, if so commanded, Balius would not be beyond lifting and carrying him away to avoid further confrontation, and that was not a conclusion he wanted this to reach. Papa would not be happy to see the family honour embarrassed in such a way.
As such, Rafail turned to move towards the bodyguard, drawing himself up in an attempt to look taller than the man who shared his height but had twice his bulk. "And who do you suggest I attempt to charm? I've had half these women already, and I wanted something new. Besides, the Princess has been accepting my advances up until today. There is no reason for this behaviour from her." He glared at the man, noticeably unhappy in being prevented from his pursuit of the royal beauty as he followed Balius back to the rest of his family, arms crossed and cheeks tinted slightly red at the audacity of the situation. "And what do you suggest I do for the rest of this fine event? Boats are hardly interesting, especially since Papa won't allow me my own."
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Rejection of his advances had been unexpected for Rafail. He was unused to being told 'no', and he was especially unused to being rebuffed by the women he approached. Last he had been aware, Princess Emilia had appeared truly captivated by his advances - he had even stolen a kiss from the girl during their first official meeting - and this response to his approach was far from expected. He was being publically humiliated, and Rafail of Marikas did not take well to being belittled by anyone, most certainly not some stupid girl. The man was all too ready to push past her useless guard and let her know exactly what he thought of her actions, had it not been for the call of his family's gladiator.
"As though you should know. Perhaps the ladies might not like your advances, but I can hardly fault them for that," he countered the man, eyes narrowed as he turned to glare at him. Whether his great aunt had sent the man or not, he was uninterested, only bothered by how this affected his plans for that day. However, he was not so stupid as to fight against the man and be punished by an elderly woman in so public a place, unwilling to suffer the humiliation that would result from such an event. Rafail knew full well that, if so commanded, Balius would not be beyond lifting and carrying him away to avoid further confrontation, and that was not a conclusion he wanted this to reach. Papa would not be happy to see the family honour embarrassed in such a way.
As such, Rafail turned to move towards the bodyguard, drawing himself up in an attempt to look taller than the man who shared his height but had twice his bulk. "And who do you suggest I attempt to charm? I've had half these women already, and I wanted something new. Besides, the Princess has been accepting my advances up until today. There is no reason for this behaviour from her." He glared at the man, noticeably unhappy in being prevented from his pursuit of the royal beauty as he followed Balius back to the rest of his family, arms crossed and cheeks tinted slightly red at the audacity of the situation. "And what do you suggest I do for the rest of this fine event? Boats are hardly interesting, especially since Papa won't allow me my own."
Rejection of his advances had been unexpected for Rafail. He was unused to being told 'no', and he was especially unused to being rebuffed by the women he approached. Last he had been aware, Princess Emilia had appeared truly captivated by his advances - he had even stolen a kiss from the girl during their first official meeting - and this response to his approach was far from expected. He was being publically humiliated, and Rafail of Marikas did not take well to being belittled by anyone, most certainly not some stupid girl. The man was all too ready to push past her useless guard and let her know exactly what he thought of her actions, had it not been for the call of his family's gladiator.
"As though you should know. Perhaps the ladies might not like your advances, but I can hardly fault them for that," he countered the man, eyes narrowed as he turned to glare at him. Whether his great aunt had sent the man or not, he was uninterested, only bothered by how this affected his plans for that day. However, he was not so stupid as to fight against the man and be punished by an elderly woman in so public a place, unwilling to suffer the humiliation that would result from such an event. Rafail knew full well that, if so commanded, Balius would not be beyond lifting and carrying him away to avoid further confrontation, and that was not a conclusion he wanted this to reach. Papa would not be happy to see the family honour embarrassed in such a way.
As such, Rafail turned to move towards the bodyguard, drawing himself up in an attempt to look taller than the man who shared his height but had twice his bulk. "And who do you suggest I attempt to charm? I've had half these women already, and I wanted something new. Besides, the Princess has been accepting my advances up until today. There is no reason for this behaviour from her." He glared at the man, noticeably unhappy in being prevented from his pursuit of the royal beauty as he followed Balius back to the rest of his family, arms crossed and cheeks tinted slightly red at the audacity of the situation. "And what do you suggest I do for the rest of this fine event? Boats are hardly interesting, especially since Papa won't allow me my own."
Persephone squeezed at Emilia's hand when she moved to try and use their joined fingers to point. It was unladylike to point in awe or anxiety. A noble woman must remain calm at all times, unperturbed by everything she sees... the words of Persephone's governess when she was young trailed through her mind.
Even though she was perturbed.
It was true that the waters in the second harbour of Athenia suffered from the present of sharks. It made fishing harder in that area and some of the crustaceans and plant life in the area had been decimated, the shark affecting the natural order of life. But they only did so in that particular area and the Master of the Sea had confirmed it best to allow the creatures their particular territory and continue on with the use of the rest of the sea for fear of enraging Poseidon who had clearly defined such an area as that of his creatures' rule.
The sharks were dangerous during the King of the Waves race every year but only because the racers pushed their boats so far and fast that occasionally a sailor fell into the water - that was when the animals were a danger to the competitors. Persephone frowned a little, her brow coming low as she watched the creatures attacking the boats that had been left behind by the race and the blood blooming across the surface of the water. No, this was not normal behaviour.
Persephone felt a quake of fear enter her heart as she wondered what the Athenian people had done to anger Poseidon enough to command his creatures to outwardly attack. She hoped nothing. She hoped that this was just a strange issue to be raised - a strange moment in the herd of sharks that was causing such aggression.
In short, she simply hoped.
Distracted by the visual out in the sea, she noticed not until Emilia commanded the carriage to a stop and Persephone frowned. She would have to have Emilia's governess go over with her again the difference between a command and a shout.
But she was immediately distracted from such thoughts when Emilia noticed before she, the young woman who had nearly been run down. Persephone blinked when the auburn-haired lady brushed away the locks from her face and looked up, displaying her features.
"Dianthe." Persephone commented in surprise. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask what the woman was doing there but if anyone heard it would lead people to assume that Persephone couldn't keep track of her staff. "Quickly..." She simply stated, waving a hand at the other side of the open top carriage. She and Emilia sat at its back, facing forwards. The seat across from them facing the other way was open. And a lady in waiting was more than permitted to travel with them.
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Persephone squeezed at Emilia's hand when she moved to try and use their joined fingers to point. It was unladylike to point in awe or anxiety. A noble woman must remain calm at all times, unperturbed by everything she sees... the words of Persephone's governess when she was young trailed through her mind.
Even though she was perturbed.
It was true that the waters in the second harbour of Athenia suffered from the present of sharks. It made fishing harder in that area and some of the crustaceans and plant life in the area had been decimated, the shark affecting the natural order of life. But they only did so in that particular area and the Master of the Sea had confirmed it best to allow the creatures their particular territory and continue on with the use of the rest of the sea for fear of enraging Poseidon who had clearly defined such an area as that of his creatures' rule.
The sharks were dangerous during the King of the Waves race every year but only because the racers pushed their boats so far and fast that occasionally a sailor fell into the water - that was when the animals were a danger to the competitors. Persephone frowned a little, her brow coming low as she watched the creatures attacking the boats that had been left behind by the race and the blood blooming across the surface of the water. No, this was not normal behaviour.
Persephone felt a quake of fear enter her heart as she wondered what the Athenian people had done to anger Poseidon enough to command his creatures to outwardly attack. She hoped nothing. She hoped that this was just a strange issue to be raised - a strange moment in the herd of sharks that was causing such aggression.
In short, she simply hoped.
Distracted by the visual out in the sea, she noticed not until Emilia commanded the carriage to a stop and Persephone frowned. She would have to have Emilia's governess go over with her again the difference between a command and a shout.
But she was immediately distracted from such thoughts when Emilia noticed before she, the young woman who had nearly been run down. Persephone blinked when the auburn-haired lady brushed away the locks from her face and looked up, displaying her features.
"Dianthe." Persephone commented in surprise. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask what the woman was doing there but if anyone heard it would lead people to assume that Persephone couldn't keep track of her staff. "Quickly..." She simply stated, waving a hand at the other side of the open top carriage. She and Emilia sat at its back, facing forwards. The seat across from them facing the other way was open. And a lady in waiting was more than permitted to travel with them.
Persephone squeezed at Emilia's hand when she moved to try and use their joined fingers to point. It was unladylike to point in awe or anxiety. A noble woman must remain calm at all times, unperturbed by everything she sees... the words of Persephone's governess when she was young trailed through her mind.
Even though she was perturbed.
It was true that the waters in the second harbour of Athenia suffered from the present of sharks. It made fishing harder in that area and some of the crustaceans and plant life in the area had been decimated, the shark affecting the natural order of life. But they only did so in that particular area and the Master of the Sea had confirmed it best to allow the creatures their particular territory and continue on with the use of the rest of the sea for fear of enraging Poseidon who had clearly defined such an area as that of his creatures' rule.
The sharks were dangerous during the King of the Waves race every year but only because the racers pushed their boats so far and fast that occasionally a sailor fell into the water - that was when the animals were a danger to the competitors. Persephone frowned a little, her brow coming low as she watched the creatures attacking the boats that had been left behind by the race and the blood blooming across the surface of the water. No, this was not normal behaviour.
Persephone felt a quake of fear enter her heart as she wondered what the Athenian people had done to anger Poseidon enough to command his creatures to outwardly attack. She hoped nothing. She hoped that this was just a strange issue to be raised - a strange moment in the herd of sharks that was causing such aggression.
In short, she simply hoped.
Distracted by the visual out in the sea, she noticed not until Emilia commanded the carriage to a stop and Persephone frowned. She would have to have Emilia's governess go over with her again the difference between a command and a shout.
But she was immediately distracted from such thoughts when Emilia noticed before she, the young woman who had nearly been run down. Persephone blinked when the auburn-haired lady brushed away the locks from her face and looked up, displaying her features.
"Dianthe." Persephone commented in surprise. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask what the woman was doing there but if anyone heard it would lead people to assume that Persephone couldn't keep track of her staff. "Quickly..." She simply stated, waving a hand at the other side of the open top carriage. She and Emilia sat at its back, facing forwards. The seat across from them facing the other way was open. And a lady in waiting was more than permitted to travel with them.
There was so much commotion at the docks, Dianthe had never really seen anything like it. It seemed that all other years that this event had taken place, the auburn haired beauty seemed to be otherwise engaged. However, this year was different. She wanted to be more involved in the life of Athenia and the life of her princess, Persephone. It may have been her day off but there was much excitement around the boat races and so Dianthe decided to check it out.
At first the race seemed to be full of happiness and excitement and even possibly nearing its end but Dianthe wasn't really sure, just judging by all the commotion around the waters and the cheering. She literally had no idea what was going on but joined in on the cheering, watching the boats sail across the rough waters. They sure were brave. Dianthe would never be daring enough to try something like that. She actually had never really been out on the ocean before and had kept her feet firmly planted upon solid ground. She was afraid she would get sick and make a fool of herself.
It was out of no where and took her by surprise when she heard her name being called, or more like yelled. The voice was familiar and she spun around to see the princesses hurtling towards her upon a carriage. Luckily, the driver stopped them in time, however with the look upon Princess Emilia's face, not so smoothly. She didn't seem to be the only surprised one as Persephone seemed surprised to see her there as well. She spoke her name and from experience, Dianthe knew she wanted to say something else but stopped her words. Instead, she commanded her to join them, all in motions of course and Dianthe did as she normally would. She quickly climbed aboard the cart and sat in the seats facing away from them. She spoke no words but sat and smoothed at her chiton, adjusting herself to look presentable for the princesses.
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There was so much commotion at the docks, Dianthe had never really seen anything like it. It seemed that all other years that this event had taken place, the auburn haired beauty seemed to be otherwise engaged. However, this year was different. She wanted to be more involved in the life of Athenia and the life of her princess, Persephone. It may have been her day off but there was much excitement around the boat races and so Dianthe decided to check it out.
At first the race seemed to be full of happiness and excitement and even possibly nearing its end but Dianthe wasn't really sure, just judging by all the commotion around the waters and the cheering. She literally had no idea what was going on but joined in on the cheering, watching the boats sail across the rough waters. They sure were brave. Dianthe would never be daring enough to try something like that. She actually had never really been out on the ocean before and had kept her feet firmly planted upon solid ground. She was afraid she would get sick and make a fool of herself.
It was out of no where and took her by surprise when she heard her name being called, or more like yelled. The voice was familiar and she spun around to see the princesses hurtling towards her upon a carriage. Luckily, the driver stopped them in time, however with the look upon Princess Emilia's face, not so smoothly. She didn't seem to be the only surprised one as Persephone seemed surprised to see her there as well. She spoke her name and from experience, Dianthe knew she wanted to say something else but stopped her words. Instead, she commanded her to join them, all in motions of course and Dianthe did as she normally would. She quickly climbed aboard the cart and sat in the seats facing away from them. She spoke no words but sat and smoothed at her chiton, adjusting herself to look presentable for the princesses.
There was so much commotion at the docks, Dianthe had never really seen anything like it. It seemed that all other years that this event had taken place, the auburn haired beauty seemed to be otherwise engaged. However, this year was different. She wanted to be more involved in the life of Athenia and the life of her princess, Persephone. It may have been her day off but there was much excitement around the boat races and so Dianthe decided to check it out.
At first the race seemed to be full of happiness and excitement and even possibly nearing its end but Dianthe wasn't really sure, just judging by all the commotion around the waters and the cheering. She literally had no idea what was going on but joined in on the cheering, watching the boats sail across the rough waters. They sure were brave. Dianthe would never be daring enough to try something like that. She actually had never really been out on the ocean before and had kept her feet firmly planted upon solid ground. She was afraid she would get sick and make a fool of herself.
It was out of no where and took her by surprise when she heard her name being called, or more like yelled. The voice was familiar and she spun around to see the princesses hurtling towards her upon a carriage. Luckily, the driver stopped them in time, however with the look upon Princess Emilia's face, not so smoothly. She didn't seem to be the only surprised one as Persephone seemed surprised to see her there as well. She spoke her name and from experience, Dianthe knew she wanted to say something else but stopped her words. Instead, she commanded her to join them, all in motions of course and Dianthe did as she normally would. She quickly climbed aboard the cart and sat in the seats facing away from them. She spoke no words but sat and smoothed at her chiton, adjusting herself to look presentable for the princesses.
The commotion grew, especially those closest enough to see the unrest on the waters. The sounds of the sailors shouting in a mix of panic and despair was clear, as the agitated and enraged sea creatures took chunks out of their vessels. To any eye that could see, it would seem more and more were coming, swarming in to the harbor of the capitol, and the sailors were at a loss. The men of the sea stationed to watch over the races had jumped into action. Armed with nets, fishing spears and arrows, they tried to cull the numbers, yet Emilia doubted they could do much. And if this was an act of the God of Sea, would not killing his brethren enrage him even more?
By now, it was clear that most sailors whom had participated no longer thought merely of winning, and instead was engaged in a fight for their lives. The metallic scent of blood seem to entice even more sharks to come in, and the color bloomed in the Aegean waters. The young princess's frown was clear, and her gaze had shifted as her elder sister's handmaiden got on the carriage, settling across them.
Once the lady in waiting was settled however, the ground beneath them shook. At first, Emilia had thought it to be the carriage lurching into motion, and had turned to chide the driver to slow down, for the way it moved was almost enough to topple the ladies seated within the open top vehicle had Emilia not caught on a side. But once she looked, she knew that it wasn't simply their carriage.
A low rumble accompanied the movement, and the waters shook even greater, as if they were but a bowl and the giant's holding their world was swaying them side by side. The movement of the earth was no anomaly, for they often experienced light tremors. But this was no light tremor.
Around them, people shouted warnings as they stumbled over themselves, catching the railings, doing anything possible to not fall into the dangerous waters surrounding them. On the waters, the sea swirled even more dangerously, and it was clear by then that the race could no longer go on, not at the rate of Poseidon showing his rage. The thunderous roll was odd, coming from deep within the earth instead of being heard from in the skies, but they were both equally dangerous, and as the swaying of the earth slowed down enough to reduce in danger, Emilia stabilized herself on the carriage sides again, and turned to Persephone.
"Sissy, I think... I don't think the race can continue, really." she murmured, a tone softer then usual. Unlike her sibling, Emilia was not used to commanding large groups of people, neither did she enjoy being in the position of power. It was why, when Persephone had instructed her to be the one who officiated the races today, Emilia had broken out in cold sweat. But now, she knew it had to be her sister who instructed everyone on what would happen now with the sharks in the water and the rumbling of the earth. But whatever it was, the people of Athenia would be safer in their own homes now, away from the treacherous Aegean waters.
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The commotion grew, especially those closest enough to see the unrest on the waters. The sounds of the sailors shouting in a mix of panic and despair was clear, as the agitated and enraged sea creatures took chunks out of their vessels. To any eye that could see, it would seem more and more were coming, swarming in to the harbor of the capitol, and the sailors were at a loss. The men of the sea stationed to watch over the races had jumped into action. Armed with nets, fishing spears and arrows, they tried to cull the numbers, yet Emilia doubted they could do much. And if this was an act of the God of Sea, would not killing his brethren enrage him even more?
By now, it was clear that most sailors whom had participated no longer thought merely of winning, and instead was engaged in a fight for their lives. The metallic scent of blood seem to entice even more sharks to come in, and the color bloomed in the Aegean waters. The young princess's frown was clear, and her gaze had shifted as her elder sister's handmaiden got on the carriage, settling across them.
Once the lady in waiting was settled however, the ground beneath them shook. At first, Emilia had thought it to be the carriage lurching into motion, and had turned to chide the driver to slow down, for the way it moved was almost enough to topple the ladies seated within the open top vehicle had Emilia not caught on a side. But once she looked, she knew that it wasn't simply their carriage.
A low rumble accompanied the movement, and the waters shook even greater, as if they were but a bowl and the giant's holding their world was swaying them side by side. The movement of the earth was no anomaly, for they often experienced light tremors. But this was no light tremor.
Around them, people shouted warnings as they stumbled over themselves, catching the railings, doing anything possible to not fall into the dangerous waters surrounding them. On the waters, the sea swirled even more dangerously, and it was clear by then that the race could no longer go on, not at the rate of Poseidon showing his rage. The thunderous roll was odd, coming from deep within the earth instead of being heard from in the skies, but they were both equally dangerous, and as the swaying of the earth slowed down enough to reduce in danger, Emilia stabilized herself on the carriage sides again, and turned to Persephone.
"Sissy, I think... I don't think the race can continue, really." she murmured, a tone softer then usual. Unlike her sibling, Emilia was not used to commanding large groups of people, neither did she enjoy being in the position of power. It was why, when Persephone had instructed her to be the one who officiated the races today, Emilia had broken out in cold sweat. But now, she knew it had to be her sister who instructed everyone on what would happen now with the sharks in the water and the rumbling of the earth. But whatever it was, the people of Athenia would be safer in their own homes now, away from the treacherous Aegean waters.
The commotion grew, especially those closest enough to see the unrest on the waters. The sounds of the sailors shouting in a mix of panic and despair was clear, as the agitated and enraged sea creatures took chunks out of their vessels. To any eye that could see, it would seem more and more were coming, swarming in to the harbor of the capitol, and the sailors were at a loss. The men of the sea stationed to watch over the races had jumped into action. Armed with nets, fishing spears and arrows, they tried to cull the numbers, yet Emilia doubted they could do much. And if this was an act of the God of Sea, would not killing his brethren enrage him even more?
By now, it was clear that most sailors whom had participated no longer thought merely of winning, and instead was engaged in a fight for their lives. The metallic scent of blood seem to entice even more sharks to come in, and the color bloomed in the Aegean waters. The young princess's frown was clear, and her gaze had shifted as her elder sister's handmaiden got on the carriage, settling across them.
Once the lady in waiting was settled however, the ground beneath them shook. At first, Emilia had thought it to be the carriage lurching into motion, and had turned to chide the driver to slow down, for the way it moved was almost enough to topple the ladies seated within the open top vehicle had Emilia not caught on a side. But once she looked, she knew that it wasn't simply their carriage.
A low rumble accompanied the movement, and the waters shook even greater, as if they were but a bowl and the giant's holding their world was swaying them side by side. The movement of the earth was no anomaly, for they often experienced light tremors. But this was no light tremor.
Around them, people shouted warnings as they stumbled over themselves, catching the railings, doing anything possible to not fall into the dangerous waters surrounding them. On the waters, the sea swirled even more dangerously, and it was clear by then that the race could no longer go on, not at the rate of Poseidon showing his rage. The thunderous roll was odd, coming from deep within the earth instead of being heard from in the skies, but they were both equally dangerous, and as the swaying of the earth slowed down enough to reduce in danger, Emilia stabilized herself on the carriage sides again, and turned to Persephone.
"Sissy, I think... I don't think the race can continue, really." she murmured, a tone softer then usual. Unlike her sibling, Emilia was not used to commanding large groups of people, neither did she enjoy being in the position of power. It was why, when Persephone had instructed her to be the one who officiated the races today, Emilia had broken out in cold sweat. But now, she knew it had to be her sister who instructed everyone on what would happen now with the sharks in the water and the rumbling of the earth. But whatever it was, the people of Athenia would be safer in their own homes now, away from the treacherous Aegean waters.
Persephone's grip on the side of the carriage was the only sign of her being swayed by the forces of the earth. It was true that the rumbles beneath the carriage street were shifts and movements she was not used to happening but she was also highly trained - from a young age - to never let on a panic or fright. Even when the earth moved in wrath. The hand on the side of their cart, however, was white at the knuckles.
As soon as the largest of the tremors calmed and there were just rolls rippling through the vessel, Persephone took a deep breath and stood upright in the open top vehicle. She glanced straight towards the footman at the rear of the cart who was the one, by protocol to carry the sounding born. The small bugle made a loud and sharp call that would pierce through the air, over the noise of the rumbling ground and the screams of the people.
It took three sounds of the horn for the man to lower the noises around them enough for Persephone to speak.
Throwing out a hand to one side, her arm horizontal with the ground and the expanse of gossamer cloth beneath giving her the appearance of a wing, Persephone spoke loudly and ensured that her voice was calm but talking to the horizon instead of viewing the men drowning on the people wobbling on their feet.
"Athenians, return to your homes!" She called to the people. "Secure all possessions and wait out these shudders until you are told otherwise." She would have the Athenian Guard ride the streets as was procedure in order to sound the all clear as soon as the earth had stopped shaking. She turned to one of her guardsmen and pointed to the nearest trading vessel - a large ship that would feel no threat from sea creatures, however fierce. "Instruct the captain of that ship to launch and surround the sailors. All survivors to be taken on board and brought to sure for treatment at the dikastirio infirmary." She told the man, who ran off towards the ship as fast as his feet could carry him.
"Do not panic!" Persephone then called to the people again, as citizens rushed around the harbour. "Proceed calmly to your homes! Pray to the Gods and peace will resume!"
Turning her head sharply to the nearest guard on horseback, Persephone called to the Captain.
"Forward my words to the other harbours. No citizen is to leave their home until the Athenian Guard sounds that it is safe to do so."
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Persephone's grip on the side of the carriage was the only sign of her being swayed by the forces of the earth. It was true that the rumbles beneath the carriage street were shifts and movements she was not used to happening but she was also highly trained - from a young age - to never let on a panic or fright. Even when the earth moved in wrath. The hand on the side of their cart, however, was white at the knuckles.
As soon as the largest of the tremors calmed and there were just rolls rippling through the vessel, Persephone took a deep breath and stood upright in the open top vehicle. She glanced straight towards the footman at the rear of the cart who was the one, by protocol to carry the sounding born. The small bugle made a loud and sharp call that would pierce through the air, over the noise of the rumbling ground and the screams of the people.
It took three sounds of the horn for the man to lower the noises around them enough for Persephone to speak.
Throwing out a hand to one side, her arm horizontal with the ground and the expanse of gossamer cloth beneath giving her the appearance of a wing, Persephone spoke loudly and ensured that her voice was calm but talking to the horizon instead of viewing the men drowning on the people wobbling on their feet.
"Athenians, return to your homes!" She called to the people. "Secure all possessions and wait out these shudders until you are told otherwise." She would have the Athenian Guard ride the streets as was procedure in order to sound the all clear as soon as the earth had stopped shaking. She turned to one of her guardsmen and pointed to the nearest trading vessel - a large ship that would feel no threat from sea creatures, however fierce. "Instruct the captain of that ship to launch and surround the sailors. All survivors to be taken on board and brought to sure for treatment at the dikastirio infirmary." She told the man, who ran off towards the ship as fast as his feet could carry him.
"Do not panic!" Persephone then called to the people again, as citizens rushed around the harbour. "Proceed calmly to your homes! Pray to the Gods and peace will resume!"
Turning her head sharply to the nearest guard on horseback, Persephone called to the Captain.
"Forward my words to the other harbours. No citizen is to leave their home until the Athenian Guard sounds that it is safe to do so."
Persephone's grip on the side of the carriage was the only sign of her being swayed by the forces of the earth. It was true that the rumbles beneath the carriage street were shifts and movements she was not used to happening but she was also highly trained - from a young age - to never let on a panic or fright. Even when the earth moved in wrath. The hand on the side of their cart, however, was white at the knuckles.
As soon as the largest of the tremors calmed and there were just rolls rippling through the vessel, Persephone took a deep breath and stood upright in the open top vehicle. She glanced straight towards the footman at the rear of the cart who was the one, by protocol to carry the sounding born. The small bugle made a loud and sharp call that would pierce through the air, over the noise of the rumbling ground and the screams of the people.
It took three sounds of the horn for the man to lower the noises around them enough for Persephone to speak.
Throwing out a hand to one side, her arm horizontal with the ground and the expanse of gossamer cloth beneath giving her the appearance of a wing, Persephone spoke loudly and ensured that her voice was calm but talking to the horizon instead of viewing the men drowning on the people wobbling on their feet.
"Athenians, return to your homes!" She called to the people. "Secure all possessions and wait out these shudders until you are told otherwise." She would have the Athenian Guard ride the streets as was procedure in order to sound the all clear as soon as the earth had stopped shaking. She turned to one of her guardsmen and pointed to the nearest trading vessel - a large ship that would feel no threat from sea creatures, however fierce. "Instruct the captain of that ship to launch and surround the sailors. All survivors to be taken on board and brought to sure for treatment at the dikastirio infirmary." She told the man, who ran off towards the ship as fast as his feet could carry him.
"Do not panic!" Persephone then called to the people again, as citizens rushed around the harbour. "Proceed calmly to your homes! Pray to the Gods and peace will resume!"
Turning her head sharply to the nearest guard on horseback, Persephone called to the Captain.
"Forward my words to the other harbours. No citizen is to leave their home until the Athenian Guard sounds that it is safe to do so."
Daniil let go of Agathe's arm, her attention focused on the sea and the fallout. She was sure that someone had totally angered Poseidon. She lifted her hazel eyes to the sky and silently invoked the Lord of Horses. Mighty Earth-shaker, Please stay thy hand and temper. Enlighten us as to what has caused you to be so angered and how we can calm your anger.
She kept her eyes trained on the chaos, her eyes searching for the house colors or insignia in the hopes that she saw it and the family would not have to bear Pavlos in a foul mood because of a lost boat and/or sailor, considering the amount of money that he had invested.
Stay calm. she told herself as she looked around at the chaos. Her eye came to rest momentarily on her uncle and she shook her head. Unlike the rest of the house, he made no attempt to even pretend interest in the events. Instead he spent it trying to impress various ladies and and Royals, trying to wheedle his way into someone's bed. The fact that he had been dismissed by their cousin nonetheless.
Hearing Persephone's declaration made Daniil instinctively bristle and she found herself scanning the crowd for the rest of her family and then her ears wee greeted by a cacophony of noise as well as the feeling of the very ground being ripped out from under her. She swayed and then looked at those around her."Someone or something irritated Poseidon. It is not safe here. We need to get back to our homes or risk the Earth-shaker's further displeasure and risk coming to harm."
Fighting to keep her balance, she made her way back to the carriage assigned to the women of the house. She helped Sera in and waited to help the others keeping a tight grip on the vehicle's exterior. She would help the other's inside before she joined them. Sera waved her youngest off as Daniil heard Dysmas shouting out instructions. She found Balius and said "See that they get home safely. Lord Dysmas will be seeing Lady Agathe and I home." She left no room for argument, as there was no time for that. And then she helped her sisters get settled in the carriage.
Daniil went with Dysmas and Agathe and once they were home Daniil impishly hugged him "Thank You my friend." she told him.
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Daniil let go of Agathe's arm, her attention focused on the sea and the fallout. She was sure that someone had totally angered Poseidon. She lifted her hazel eyes to the sky and silently invoked the Lord of Horses. Mighty Earth-shaker, Please stay thy hand and temper. Enlighten us as to what has caused you to be so angered and how we can calm your anger.
She kept her eyes trained on the chaos, her eyes searching for the house colors or insignia in the hopes that she saw it and the family would not have to bear Pavlos in a foul mood because of a lost boat and/or sailor, considering the amount of money that he had invested.
Stay calm. she told herself as she looked around at the chaos. Her eye came to rest momentarily on her uncle and she shook her head. Unlike the rest of the house, he made no attempt to even pretend interest in the events. Instead he spent it trying to impress various ladies and and Royals, trying to wheedle his way into someone's bed. The fact that he had been dismissed by their cousin nonetheless.
Hearing Persephone's declaration made Daniil instinctively bristle and she found herself scanning the crowd for the rest of her family and then her ears wee greeted by a cacophony of noise as well as the feeling of the very ground being ripped out from under her. She swayed and then looked at those around her."Someone or something irritated Poseidon. It is not safe here. We need to get back to our homes or risk the Earth-shaker's further displeasure and risk coming to harm."
Fighting to keep her balance, she made her way back to the carriage assigned to the women of the house. She helped Sera in and waited to help the others keeping a tight grip on the vehicle's exterior. She would help the other's inside before she joined them. Sera waved her youngest off as Daniil heard Dysmas shouting out instructions. She found Balius and said "See that they get home safely. Lord Dysmas will be seeing Lady Agathe and I home." She left no room for argument, as there was no time for that. And then she helped her sisters get settled in the carriage.
Daniil went with Dysmas and Agathe and once they were home Daniil impishly hugged him "Thank You my friend." she told him.
Daniil let go of Agathe's arm, her attention focused on the sea and the fallout. She was sure that someone had totally angered Poseidon. She lifted her hazel eyes to the sky and silently invoked the Lord of Horses. Mighty Earth-shaker, Please stay thy hand and temper. Enlighten us as to what has caused you to be so angered and how we can calm your anger.
She kept her eyes trained on the chaos, her eyes searching for the house colors or insignia in the hopes that she saw it and the family would not have to bear Pavlos in a foul mood because of a lost boat and/or sailor, considering the amount of money that he had invested.
Stay calm. she told herself as she looked around at the chaos. Her eye came to rest momentarily on her uncle and she shook her head. Unlike the rest of the house, he made no attempt to even pretend interest in the events. Instead he spent it trying to impress various ladies and and Royals, trying to wheedle his way into someone's bed. The fact that he had been dismissed by their cousin nonetheless.
Hearing Persephone's declaration made Daniil instinctively bristle and she found herself scanning the crowd for the rest of her family and then her ears wee greeted by a cacophony of noise as well as the feeling of the very ground being ripped out from under her. She swayed and then looked at those around her."Someone or something irritated Poseidon. It is not safe here. We need to get back to our homes or risk the Earth-shaker's further displeasure and risk coming to harm."
Fighting to keep her balance, she made her way back to the carriage assigned to the women of the house. She helped Sera in and waited to help the others keeping a tight grip on the vehicle's exterior. She would help the other's inside before she joined them. Sera waved her youngest off as Daniil heard Dysmas shouting out instructions. She found Balius and said "See that they get home safely. Lord Dysmas will be seeing Lady Agathe and I home." She left no room for argument, as there was no time for that. And then she helped her sisters get settled in the carriage.
Daniil went with Dysmas and Agathe and once they were home Daniil impishly hugged him "Thank You my friend." she told him.
If Dysmas’s letters were so easily found, they would have been located long before Linos had managed to stumble upon them. But it was a comment that was neither here nor there. Linos knew Dysmas’s secret, and the older of the two brothers trusted that such a delicate matter would remain secret with Linos. There was no need to draw attention to the statement.
Instead, Dysmas focused on the task at hand. The ladies wanted sweets, and he was sure his brother wanted the responsibility of guarding their family’s women off of his shoulders. It was a short jaunt to a nearby stall that held the sweets the girls had requested. He happened to spot a stand selling roasted meat, and briefly thought to purchase something for his clearly hungry younger sister.
He thought better of that idea. Thalia had handed off her original piece of meat specifically because it had made her self-conscious -- or at least, that was how Dysmas had interpreted the action. He wouldn’t wish to tempt her further. Something dainty, however, would likely help to tide her over until they could return to Diomedes’s home and get her something substantial to eat.
The lord had only just gathered the sugary treats and begun his way back to his family when the tremors under foot began. They were so fierce and sudden his balance was lost and the sweets fell from his hands and into the streets. A waste of money, yes, but he now held more concern for the wrath of the Gods that shook the earth below them.
He had to gather his family and get out of here -- a feat made far more difficult by the rumbling earth, the scattered crowd, and the frantic voices. He could hear the royals ordering everyone to return to their homes, but he would not leave without knowing his family was safe.
“Thalia! Linos! Adrestus! Cyrene!” he shouted over the din, managing to regain his footing after the first wave and trying to locate his family.
Dysmas would take them all to the Nikolaos homestead to wait out the shaking. They could all go their separate ways once the Gods had settled their fury. Not all of his family members were still in the spot Dysmas had left them, notably it was Thalia and Cyrene that were missing -- no doubt they had spread out in the chaos, or perhaps been pulled away.
“Daniil! Agathe!!” he called, pulling the two women close to hurry them to safety, “I’ll see you to your family, hurry. Linos, Adrestus!! Find Cyrene and Thalia! Get them to the homestead! I’ll meet you there!”
There would be no further communication from Dysmas to the other Nikolaoses. He needed to ensure the Marikas ladies made it back to their carriages without injury. Thankfully the distance was not a great one. He would let no harm come to either Marikas woman in the meantime, on his honor. And once they were safe from the wrath of the Gods, he would retreat to join his family at their homestead as he had declared to his brother and cousin.
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If Dysmas’s letters were so easily found, they would have been located long before Linos had managed to stumble upon them. But it was a comment that was neither here nor there. Linos knew Dysmas’s secret, and the older of the two brothers trusted that such a delicate matter would remain secret with Linos. There was no need to draw attention to the statement.
Instead, Dysmas focused on the task at hand. The ladies wanted sweets, and he was sure his brother wanted the responsibility of guarding their family’s women off of his shoulders. It was a short jaunt to a nearby stall that held the sweets the girls had requested. He happened to spot a stand selling roasted meat, and briefly thought to purchase something for his clearly hungry younger sister.
He thought better of that idea. Thalia had handed off her original piece of meat specifically because it had made her self-conscious -- or at least, that was how Dysmas had interpreted the action. He wouldn’t wish to tempt her further. Something dainty, however, would likely help to tide her over until they could return to Diomedes’s home and get her something substantial to eat.
The lord had only just gathered the sugary treats and begun his way back to his family when the tremors under foot began. They were so fierce and sudden his balance was lost and the sweets fell from his hands and into the streets. A waste of money, yes, but he now held more concern for the wrath of the Gods that shook the earth below them.
He had to gather his family and get out of here -- a feat made far more difficult by the rumbling earth, the scattered crowd, and the frantic voices. He could hear the royals ordering everyone to return to their homes, but he would not leave without knowing his family was safe.
“Thalia! Linos! Adrestus! Cyrene!” he shouted over the din, managing to regain his footing after the first wave and trying to locate his family.
Dysmas would take them all to the Nikolaos homestead to wait out the shaking. They could all go their separate ways once the Gods had settled their fury. Not all of his family members were still in the spot Dysmas had left them, notably it was Thalia and Cyrene that were missing -- no doubt they had spread out in the chaos, or perhaps been pulled away.
“Daniil! Agathe!!” he called, pulling the two women close to hurry them to safety, “I’ll see you to your family, hurry. Linos, Adrestus!! Find Cyrene and Thalia! Get them to the homestead! I’ll meet you there!”
There would be no further communication from Dysmas to the other Nikolaoses. He needed to ensure the Marikas ladies made it back to their carriages without injury. Thankfully the distance was not a great one. He would let no harm come to either Marikas woman in the meantime, on his honor. And once they were safe from the wrath of the Gods, he would retreat to join his family at their homestead as he had declared to his brother and cousin.
If Dysmas’s letters were so easily found, they would have been located long before Linos had managed to stumble upon them. But it was a comment that was neither here nor there. Linos knew Dysmas’s secret, and the older of the two brothers trusted that such a delicate matter would remain secret with Linos. There was no need to draw attention to the statement.
Instead, Dysmas focused on the task at hand. The ladies wanted sweets, and he was sure his brother wanted the responsibility of guarding their family’s women off of his shoulders. It was a short jaunt to a nearby stall that held the sweets the girls had requested. He happened to spot a stand selling roasted meat, and briefly thought to purchase something for his clearly hungry younger sister.
He thought better of that idea. Thalia had handed off her original piece of meat specifically because it had made her self-conscious -- or at least, that was how Dysmas had interpreted the action. He wouldn’t wish to tempt her further. Something dainty, however, would likely help to tide her over until they could return to Diomedes’s home and get her something substantial to eat.
The lord had only just gathered the sugary treats and begun his way back to his family when the tremors under foot began. They were so fierce and sudden his balance was lost and the sweets fell from his hands and into the streets. A waste of money, yes, but he now held more concern for the wrath of the Gods that shook the earth below them.
He had to gather his family and get out of here -- a feat made far more difficult by the rumbling earth, the scattered crowd, and the frantic voices. He could hear the royals ordering everyone to return to their homes, but he would not leave without knowing his family was safe.
“Thalia! Linos! Adrestus! Cyrene!” he shouted over the din, managing to regain his footing after the first wave and trying to locate his family.
Dysmas would take them all to the Nikolaos homestead to wait out the shaking. They could all go their separate ways once the Gods had settled their fury. Not all of his family members were still in the spot Dysmas had left them, notably it was Thalia and Cyrene that were missing -- no doubt they had spread out in the chaos, or perhaps been pulled away.
“Daniil! Agathe!!” he called, pulling the two women close to hurry them to safety, “I’ll see you to your family, hurry. Linos, Adrestus!! Find Cyrene and Thalia! Get them to the homestead! I’ll meet you there!”
There would be no further communication from Dysmas to the other Nikolaoses. He needed to ensure the Marikas ladies made it back to their carriages without injury. Thankfully the distance was not a great one. He would let no harm come to either Marikas woman in the meantime, on his honor. And once they were safe from the wrath of the Gods, he would retreat to join his family at their homestead as he had declared to his brother and cousin.
The Stravos man had watched the race with a mixture of satisfaction and horror. He had been correct in predicting that there was a low chance his champion sailor would win. Not with the events of the water. Not with the shark attack and the loss of one of his ships. No, he was content to let the man suffer the waves, his arms settled impassively at his sides. His dark eyes roamed the water, seeming content with the outcome. His ships weren't meant for racing, anyway.
His trading vessels may have been slower, but they were steadier on the water.
The boat didn't budge when the ground started to shake around them. Keikelius' hands immediately reached for his wife, his expression betraying his shock and surprise. "Circenia," he growled, pulling his wife toward him and winding an arm about her waist as instinct took over. He didn't show affection in public, but this was a rare exception. Because her life was on the line. He was ushering her toward their carriage before the princess had even given them the order to return to their homes, tense and ready to spring on anyone who stopped him from getting himself and his wife out of the area.
Keikelius didn't have the capacity to complain when the Princess pointed to his nearby trading vessel and commandeered it for the rescue of the struggling men out to sea. Lifting his chin only slightly, his gaze flicked to the princess, giving her a slow nod of affirmation. He couldn't fight one of her orders even if his ship didn't belong to her. But it looked good on him for allowing it. For being prepared. So he was contented, focusing instead on the sudden tremors of the earth beneath their feet and getting his wife into their carriage.
Before long, they were moving back to the city and their home, Keikelius' hand on Circenia's. He was tense, silently praying to the gods for a reprieve from the tremors. For the safety of them and their own. Glaring ahead, Keikelius said nothing, keeping silent contact between himself and Circenia, his mind wandering through the events of the day.
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The Stravos man had watched the race with a mixture of satisfaction and horror. He had been correct in predicting that there was a low chance his champion sailor would win. Not with the events of the water. Not with the shark attack and the loss of one of his ships. No, he was content to let the man suffer the waves, his arms settled impassively at his sides. His dark eyes roamed the water, seeming content with the outcome. His ships weren't meant for racing, anyway.
His trading vessels may have been slower, but they were steadier on the water.
The boat didn't budge when the ground started to shake around them. Keikelius' hands immediately reached for his wife, his expression betraying his shock and surprise. "Circenia," he growled, pulling his wife toward him and winding an arm about her waist as instinct took over. He didn't show affection in public, but this was a rare exception. Because her life was on the line. He was ushering her toward their carriage before the princess had even given them the order to return to their homes, tense and ready to spring on anyone who stopped him from getting himself and his wife out of the area.
Keikelius didn't have the capacity to complain when the Princess pointed to his nearby trading vessel and commandeered it for the rescue of the struggling men out to sea. Lifting his chin only slightly, his gaze flicked to the princess, giving her a slow nod of affirmation. He couldn't fight one of her orders even if his ship didn't belong to her. But it looked good on him for allowing it. For being prepared. So he was contented, focusing instead on the sudden tremors of the earth beneath their feet and getting his wife into their carriage.
Before long, they were moving back to the city and their home, Keikelius' hand on Circenia's. He was tense, silently praying to the gods for a reprieve from the tremors. For the safety of them and their own. Glaring ahead, Keikelius said nothing, keeping silent contact between himself and Circenia, his mind wandering through the events of the day.
The Stravos man had watched the race with a mixture of satisfaction and horror. He had been correct in predicting that there was a low chance his champion sailor would win. Not with the events of the water. Not with the shark attack and the loss of one of his ships. No, he was content to let the man suffer the waves, his arms settled impassively at his sides. His dark eyes roamed the water, seeming content with the outcome. His ships weren't meant for racing, anyway.
His trading vessels may have been slower, but they were steadier on the water.
The boat didn't budge when the ground started to shake around them. Keikelius' hands immediately reached for his wife, his expression betraying his shock and surprise. "Circenia," he growled, pulling his wife toward him and winding an arm about her waist as instinct took over. He didn't show affection in public, but this was a rare exception. Because her life was on the line. He was ushering her toward their carriage before the princess had even given them the order to return to their homes, tense and ready to spring on anyone who stopped him from getting himself and his wife out of the area.
Keikelius didn't have the capacity to complain when the Princess pointed to his nearby trading vessel and commandeered it for the rescue of the struggling men out to sea. Lifting his chin only slightly, his gaze flicked to the princess, giving her a slow nod of affirmation. He couldn't fight one of her orders even if his ship didn't belong to her. But it looked good on him for allowing it. For being prepared. So he was contented, focusing instead on the sudden tremors of the earth beneath their feet and getting his wife into their carriage.
Before long, they were moving back to the city and their home, Keikelius' hand on Circenia's. He was tense, silently praying to the gods for a reprieve from the tremors. For the safety of them and their own. Glaring ahead, Keikelius said nothing, keeping silent contact between himself and Circenia, his mind wandering through the events of the day.
Cyrene was barely able to say, "Of course," in response to her cousin before she was whisked away from the group that had clustered, but she didn't look back to the group, following along as if she knew what was going on. She wasn't told the gritty details of what had transpired while her cousin was absent, but Cyrene knew enough to know that Thalia had been through a lot in those months, and that she would have to make an effort to be more aware of what she said around her. For a moment she wondered why her cousin had pulled her out of the crowd, but then she got a good look at her face, which betrayed the act she was trying to put on. Cyrene had seen the same pallor on her own face more than a few times when she'd glanced into a looking glass, but couldn't imagine what was running through Thalia's mind. Instinctively, she held onto her arm tighter, clasping both of her hands around Thalia's.
It seemed that almost immediately after they had escaped the mob of people that there was a sudden panic, and Cyrene's eyes turned to the water. She squinted confusedly at the shore for a moment, before she saw a boat start to sink, and not long after, the easily discernable red pool slowly spreading in the water, easily recognizable as blood. Cyrene watched in horror as the bloody water engulfed what was left of the boat, and its remaining crew struggled to stay alive. She would have screamed if not for the sight of more boats following the first, dropping into the water and staining it the same crimson hue. Her grip on Thalia loosened as she felt her hands start to tremble. We have angered Poseidon, she thought, unable to look away from the carnage and onset of chaos before her.
It wasn't until she felt the rumbling of the ground below her that she was able to escape the trance, now certain that the god of the sea was exacting revenge for some mortal wrong. As swarms of people started to run past, fleeing Poseidon's wrath, Cyrene regained her grip on Thalia, her knuckles turning white from how tight she held onto her elder cousin. She could not let go of Thalia in this chaos, or her whole family would quickly break into hysterics, and this time she would be to blame for losing her. She leaned into the brunette, trying to ensure she could hear her voice among the uproar as she said, "We must get home, quickly." And sure enough, in the distance she could hear the voice of the princess, trying to calm her people as they fled divine punishment.
Cyrene kept her tight grip on Thalia as she tried to push through the crowd that had swarmed, to get herself and her cousin away from the watery grave that had already taken many of those who had come to compete in a day of sport.
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Cyrene was barely able to say, "Of course," in response to her cousin before she was whisked away from the group that had clustered, but she didn't look back to the group, following along as if she knew what was going on. She wasn't told the gritty details of what had transpired while her cousin was absent, but Cyrene knew enough to know that Thalia had been through a lot in those months, and that she would have to make an effort to be more aware of what she said around her. For a moment she wondered why her cousin had pulled her out of the crowd, but then she got a good look at her face, which betrayed the act she was trying to put on. Cyrene had seen the same pallor on her own face more than a few times when she'd glanced into a looking glass, but couldn't imagine what was running through Thalia's mind. Instinctively, she held onto her arm tighter, clasping both of her hands around Thalia's.
It seemed that almost immediately after they had escaped the mob of people that there was a sudden panic, and Cyrene's eyes turned to the water. She squinted confusedly at the shore for a moment, before she saw a boat start to sink, and not long after, the easily discernable red pool slowly spreading in the water, easily recognizable as blood. Cyrene watched in horror as the bloody water engulfed what was left of the boat, and its remaining crew struggled to stay alive. She would have screamed if not for the sight of more boats following the first, dropping into the water and staining it the same crimson hue. Her grip on Thalia loosened as she felt her hands start to tremble. We have angered Poseidon, she thought, unable to look away from the carnage and onset of chaos before her.
It wasn't until she felt the rumbling of the ground below her that she was able to escape the trance, now certain that the god of the sea was exacting revenge for some mortal wrong. As swarms of people started to run past, fleeing Poseidon's wrath, Cyrene regained her grip on Thalia, her knuckles turning white from how tight she held onto her elder cousin. She could not let go of Thalia in this chaos, or her whole family would quickly break into hysterics, and this time she would be to blame for losing her. She leaned into the brunette, trying to ensure she could hear her voice among the uproar as she said, "We must get home, quickly." And sure enough, in the distance she could hear the voice of the princess, trying to calm her people as they fled divine punishment.
Cyrene kept her tight grip on Thalia as she tried to push through the crowd that had swarmed, to get herself and her cousin away from the watery grave that had already taken many of those who had come to compete in a day of sport.
Cyrene was barely able to say, "Of course," in response to her cousin before she was whisked away from the group that had clustered, but she didn't look back to the group, following along as if she knew what was going on. She wasn't told the gritty details of what had transpired while her cousin was absent, but Cyrene knew enough to know that Thalia had been through a lot in those months, and that she would have to make an effort to be more aware of what she said around her. For a moment she wondered why her cousin had pulled her out of the crowd, but then she got a good look at her face, which betrayed the act she was trying to put on. Cyrene had seen the same pallor on her own face more than a few times when she'd glanced into a looking glass, but couldn't imagine what was running through Thalia's mind. Instinctively, she held onto her arm tighter, clasping both of her hands around Thalia's.
It seemed that almost immediately after they had escaped the mob of people that there was a sudden panic, and Cyrene's eyes turned to the water. She squinted confusedly at the shore for a moment, before she saw a boat start to sink, and not long after, the easily discernable red pool slowly spreading in the water, easily recognizable as blood. Cyrene watched in horror as the bloody water engulfed what was left of the boat, and its remaining crew struggled to stay alive. She would have screamed if not for the sight of more boats following the first, dropping into the water and staining it the same crimson hue. Her grip on Thalia loosened as she felt her hands start to tremble. We have angered Poseidon, she thought, unable to look away from the carnage and onset of chaos before her.
It wasn't until she felt the rumbling of the ground below her that she was able to escape the trance, now certain that the god of the sea was exacting revenge for some mortal wrong. As swarms of people started to run past, fleeing Poseidon's wrath, Cyrene regained her grip on Thalia, her knuckles turning white from how tight she held onto her elder cousin. She could not let go of Thalia in this chaos, or her whole family would quickly break into hysterics, and this time she would be to blame for losing her. She leaned into the brunette, trying to ensure she could hear her voice among the uproar as she said, "We must get home, quickly." And sure enough, in the distance she could hear the voice of the princess, trying to calm her people as they fled divine punishment.
Cyrene kept her tight grip on Thalia as she tried to push through the crowd that had swarmed, to get herself and her cousin away from the watery grave that had already taken many of those who had come to compete in a day of sport.
