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The people of Athenia culminate in Magnestis to hold a special event! In the name and honour of Exedias, the honoured painter in residence at the royal palati in the capitol, King Minas has chosen to host an event for both artists and sailors alike. A contest was announced nearly two weeks ago: ship decorating! Merchants and sailors might have little use for a vessel painted and decorated in garlands and bright colours (both in body and across its sails) but a hefty prize of gold coins has changed many a stoic voyager's mind. The whole of Athenian nobility have turned out to see the event, along with its people who are all permitted to enter in groups of workers, decorating the ships they have offered to enter on behalf of the Houses. The harbour of the Xanthos province has never looked so colourful!
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The people of Athenia culminate in Magnestis to hold a special event! In the name and honour of Exedias, the honoured painter in residence at the royal palati in the capitol, King Minas has chosen to host an event for both artists and sailors alike. A contest was announced nearly two weeks ago: ship decorating! Merchants and sailors might have little use for a vessel painted and decorated in garlands and bright colours (both in body and across its sails) but a hefty prize of gold coins has changed many a stoic voyager's mind. The whole of Athenian nobility have turned out to see the event, along with its people who are all permitted to enter in groups of workers, decorating the ships they have offered to enter on behalf of the Houses. The harbour of the Xanthos province has never looked so colourful!
Wings of the Sea Provincial Story - Athenia
The people of Athenia culminate in Magnestis to hold a special event! In the name and honour of Exedias, the honoured painter in residence at the royal palati in the capitol, King Minas has chosen to host an event for both artists and sailors alike. A contest was announced nearly two weeks ago: ship decorating! Merchants and sailors might have little use for a vessel painted and decorated in garlands and bright colours (both in body and across its sails) but a hefty prize of gold coins has changed many a stoic voyager's mind. The whole of Athenian nobility have turned out to see the event, along with its people who are all permitted to enter in groups of workers, decorating the ships they have offered to enter on behalf of the Houses. The harbour of the Xanthos province has never looked so colourful!
The day was bright and clear and all that it should be for the approaching event. Luckily, life in Athenia had been calm over the last month or so. No severe breeches of conduct from within its people, no large arguments to be settled between the Houses. As such, while her days were always busy aiding her father in the administration of the kingdom, life had not been excessively so. Which meant that she had been able to finalise the plans for this event at least a month ago, rather than working onto them until the moment they were to begin. For the last few weeks, she had been able to enjoy the company of Exedias - the painter and sculptor who had been charged with creating a portrait of her father and had been staying in residence. It had been wonderous to converse with the man and discover all the elements of life he had witnessed in different kingdoms, performing his craft for the great and powerful.
Now, she was to escort the man, along with her father and her sister to the event being held in Magnestis. One of the Xanthos provinces, Magnestis was on the coastline and a bright and sunny place that dealt with an excessive amount of trade. Unlike in her own barony of Arcana, where the produce of the land came from the waters around it - fish and other such caught creatures - the province of Magnestis traded mostly in goods, via the vessels in its harbour. The area was, therefore, more international in feel and well-travelled in person than some of the other areas of Athenia, with a large and arching harbour that was generous to ships of all shapes and sizes.
The location had been an obvious choice for just such an event that required so much space upon the water. And it looked as if her instructions for the informing of the event to the people had been followed to the letter, as the open carriage her and her family (and their guest) were pulled in reached the open dock and so many sails and ships came into view.
Glancing across with satisfaction at the soft smile on Exedias' old and wizened face, Persephone was pleased to be able to offer the man a view and excitement for the event, despite his age and experience likely making him a little jaded and hard to surprise. Not that he hadn't been anything but kind since his arrival in their kingdom.
When the carriage holding the king, his daughters and the guest of honour, arrived at a staging area, draped in red and silver - the colours of the House of Nikolaos who were hosting the event - the people of the province called, gasped and pointed. Many of them would have never visited the capitol and this would have been their first witnessing of the royal family. Others were, perhaps, just impressed with the gold, jewels and raiment in which they were clothed.
For herself, Persephone was dressed as a princess should be. Her chiton was wide and sweeping but made from layer upon layer of almost see-through white gossamer. The overlapping of the gown kept the look demure and elegantly innocent over risqué. A brilliant red himation was draped around her shoulders, her colour choice a tip of honourable respect to the hosting House. Her black hair was curled and positions atop her head in a convoluted design of braids that left soft curls at her neck and ears. Her lobes were heavy with refinement as were her forearms that sported cuffs of garnet studded gold. She wore a simpler and smaller version of her ivy wreath crown woven in amongst her hair, making her role as princess obvious but not arrogantly displayed.
She and her family had stayed in her barony the previous evening, only a short ride away, so they had made good time and arrived at the event just as the crowds were gathering and the enthusiasm was starting to rise. Clearly, however, they had shocked the participants in the event that judging would be happening ahead of schedule as Persephone noticed from the corner of her eye, contestants rushing to complete the designs upon their vessels...
Persephone breathed in a soft inhale of the sea air, used to the salty scent from her upbringing in Athenia and turned to her sister. Before she could speak however, the royal guests were approached by the hosting House of Nikolaos and several armed guards were forced to dismount from their escorting horses and start to push back a crowd eager to make contact with the royal family.
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The day was bright and clear and all that it should be for the approaching event. Luckily, life in Athenia had been calm over the last month or so. No severe breeches of conduct from within its people, no large arguments to be settled between the Houses. As such, while her days were always busy aiding her father in the administration of the kingdom, life had not been excessively so. Which meant that she had been able to finalise the plans for this event at least a month ago, rather than working onto them until the moment they were to begin. For the last few weeks, she had been able to enjoy the company of Exedias - the painter and sculptor who had been charged with creating a portrait of her father and had been staying in residence. It had been wonderous to converse with the man and discover all the elements of life he had witnessed in different kingdoms, performing his craft for the great and powerful.
Now, she was to escort the man, along with her father and her sister to the event being held in Magnestis. One of the Xanthos provinces, Magnestis was on the coastline and a bright and sunny place that dealt with an excessive amount of trade. Unlike in her own barony of Arcana, where the produce of the land came from the waters around it - fish and other such caught creatures - the province of Magnestis traded mostly in goods, via the vessels in its harbour. The area was, therefore, more international in feel and well-travelled in person than some of the other areas of Athenia, with a large and arching harbour that was generous to ships of all shapes and sizes.
The location had been an obvious choice for just such an event that required so much space upon the water. And it looked as if her instructions for the informing of the event to the people had been followed to the letter, as the open carriage her and her family (and their guest) were pulled in reached the open dock and so many sails and ships came into view.
Glancing across with satisfaction at the soft smile on Exedias' old and wizened face, Persephone was pleased to be able to offer the man a view and excitement for the event, despite his age and experience likely making him a little jaded and hard to surprise. Not that he hadn't been anything but kind since his arrival in their kingdom.
When the carriage holding the king, his daughters and the guest of honour, arrived at a staging area, draped in red and silver - the colours of the House of Nikolaos who were hosting the event - the people of the province called, gasped and pointed. Many of them would have never visited the capitol and this would have been their first witnessing of the royal family. Others were, perhaps, just impressed with the gold, jewels and raiment in which they were clothed.
For herself, Persephone was dressed as a princess should be. Her chiton was wide and sweeping but made from layer upon layer of almost see-through white gossamer. The overlapping of the gown kept the look demure and elegantly innocent over risqué. A brilliant red himation was draped around her shoulders, her colour choice a tip of honourable respect to the hosting House. Her black hair was curled and positions atop her head in a convoluted design of braids that left soft curls at her neck and ears. Her lobes were heavy with refinement as were her forearms that sported cuffs of garnet studded gold. She wore a simpler and smaller version of her ivy wreath crown woven in amongst her hair, making her role as princess obvious but not arrogantly displayed.
She and her family had stayed in her barony the previous evening, only a short ride away, so they had made good time and arrived at the event just as the crowds were gathering and the enthusiasm was starting to rise. Clearly, however, they had shocked the participants in the event that judging would be happening ahead of schedule as Persephone noticed from the corner of her eye, contestants rushing to complete the designs upon their vessels...
Persephone breathed in a soft inhale of the sea air, used to the salty scent from her upbringing in Athenia and turned to her sister. Before she could speak however, the royal guests were approached by the hosting House of Nikolaos and several armed guards were forced to dismount from their escorting horses and start to push back a crowd eager to make contact with the royal family.
The day was bright and clear and all that it should be for the approaching event. Luckily, life in Athenia had been calm over the last month or so. No severe breeches of conduct from within its people, no large arguments to be settled between the Houses. As such, while her days were always busy aiding her father in the administration of the kingdom, life had not been excessively so. Which meant that she had been able to finalise the plans for this event at least a month ago, rather than working onto them until the moment they were to begin. For the last few weeks, she had been able to enjoy the company of Exedias - the painter and sculptor who had been charged with creating a portrait of her father and had been staying in residence. It had been wonderous to converse with the man and discover all the elements of life he had witnessed in different kingdoms, performing his craft for the great and powerful.
Now, she was to escort the man, along with her father and her sister to the event being held in Magnestis. One of the Xanthos provinces, Magnestis was on the coastline and a bright and sunny place that dealt with an excessive amount of trade. Unlike in her own barony of Arcana, where the produce of the land came from the waters around it - fish and other such caught creatures - the province of Magnestis traded mostly in goods, via the vessels in its harbour. The area was, therefore, more international in feel and well-travelled in person than some of the other areas of Athenia, with a large and arching harbour that was generous to ships of all shapes and sizes.
The location had been an obvious choice for just such an event that required so much space upon the water. And it looked as if her instructions for the informing of the event to the people had been followed to the letter, as the open carriage her and her family (and their guest) were pulled in reached the open dock and so many sails and ships came into view.
Glancing across with satisfaction at the soft smile on Exedias' old and wizened face, Persephone was pleased to be able to offer the man a view and excitement for the event, despite his age and experience likely making him a little jaded and hard to surprise. Not that he hadn't been anything but kind since his arrival in their kingdom.
When the carriage holding the king, his daughters and the guest of honour, arrived at a staging area, draped in red and silver - the colours of the House of Nikolaos who were hosting the event - the people of the province called, gasped and pointed. Many of them would have never visited the capitol and this would have been their first witnessing of the royal family. Others were, perhaps, just impressed with the gold, jewels and raiment in which they were clothed.
For herself, Persephone was dressed as a princess should be. Her chiton was wide and sweeping but made from layer upon layer of almost see-through white gossamer. The overlapping of the gown kept the look demure and elegantly innocent over risqué. A brilliant red himation was draped around her shoulders, her colour choice a tip of honourable respect to the hosting House. Her black hair was curled and positions atop her head in a convoluted design of braids that left soft curls at her neck and ears. Her lobes were heavy with refinement as were her forearms that sported cuffs of garnet studded gold. She wore a simpler and smaller version of her ivy wreath crown woven in amongst her hair, making her role as princess obvious but not arrogantly displayed.
She and her family had stayed in her barony the previous evening, only a short ride away, so they had made good time and arrived at the event just as the crowds were gathering and the enthusiasm was starting to rise. Clearly, however, they had shocked the participants in the event that judging would be happening ahead of schedule as Persephone noticed from the corner of her eye, contestants rushing to complete the designs upon their vessels...
Persephone breathed in a soft inhale of the sea air, used to the salty scent from her upbringing in Athenia and turned to her sister. Before she could speak however, the royal guests were approached by the hosting House of Nikolaos and several armed guards were forced to dismount from their escorting horses and start to push back a crowd eager to make contact with the royal family.
Emilia had been told about this event that was to take place in Magnestis just a couple of weeks before they were to depart, and while the young sixteen year old was eager enough to attend it, it was for reasons much different as compared to why her sister and father were. Magnestis was a sunny province that was on the shore, right next to Emilia's favorite place - the sea. There was just something soothing about the crash of the waves, the salty tang in the air and the cry of the seagulls, all melding together in Emilia's favorite song from nature.
Rumbling in the open carriage along with her family and seated next to her father, she allowed them to converse and introduce the province to Exedias - someone that, while respectful and following of Persephone's instructions, Emilia had not went beyond regular day to day conversation. The man was pleasant, but she was not yet as well versed with conversation as her sister was, and much to learn yet regarding entertaining royal guests within their halls.
Instead, Emilia smiled and waved at the gasping and pointing people of Magnestis, who were clearly excited to see them. Whether it was because they were royalty, or it was because they were draped in fineries, Emilia did not know, nor would she find out, for the younger Xanthos was draped quite thoroughly. The brunette had chose a chiton of a wheat colored tone, and the material had been sewed with braided cloth in the color of champagne gold. The braided strands would be tied up on her left shoulder in a bow, leaving it prettily down her upper arm, whilst the remainder of the shining champagne material would be tightened and chinched around her waist, giving a nice contrast to the wheat colored chiton. The chiton itself fell to her ankles, layered enough to make it seem as if Emilia glided upon clouds as she walked.
Instead of leaving it down, Emilia had kept the strong seaside breeze in mind, and instead had asked her maids to wind her brunette locks up to tight curls atop hr head, and picked a simple filligree wound gold made into ivy leaves. A few tendrils framed the side of her face, and her neck was adorned in golden chain links that went all the way to where the dress was held up by the tied up champagne braided knots, where a brooch in the shape of a swan was connected to her chain, giving the whole ensemble a more complete look.
To top it all off, the young sixteen year old had popped on her usual chains on both feet, preferring to arrive at the seaside barefooted, whilst her wrists were decorated with two wide golden bangles embedded with Taengean water emeralds that glitered in the daylight.
Like her sister, Emilia breathed in the sea air, a small smile on her face, before flashing that delighted smile at Minas, glad that she was here with her little family. Turning to watch as the Nikolaos house arrived, Emilia's expression turned neutral, although a small smile graced her face when she saw old friends, glad to see familiar faces in her first time visiting a province.
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Emilia had been told about this event that was to take place in Magnestis just a couple of weeks before they were to depart, and while the young sixteen year old was eager enough to attend it, it was for reasons much different as compared to why her sister and father were. Magnestis was a sunny province that was on the shore, right next to Emilia's favorite place - the sea. There was just something soothing about the crash of the waves, the salty tang in the air and the cry of the seagulls, all melding together in Emilia's favorite song from nature.
Rumbling in the open carriage along with her family and seated next to her father, she allowed them to converse and introduce the province to Exedias - someone that, while respectful and following of Persephone's instructions, Emilia had not went beyond regular day to day conversation. The man was pleasant, but she was not yet as well versed with conversation as her sister was, and much to learn yet regarding entertaining royal guests within their halls.
Instead, Emilia smiled and waved at the gasping and pointing people of Magnestis, who were clearly excited to see them. Whether it was because they were royalty, or it was because they were draped in fineries, Emilia did not know, nor would she find out, for the younger Xanthos was draped quite thoroughly. The brunette had chose a chiton of a wheat colored tone, and the material had been sewed with braided cloth in the color of champagne gold. The braided strands would be tied up on her left shoulder in a bow, leaving it prettily down her upper arm, whilst the remainder of the shining champagne material would be tightened and chinched around her waist, giving a nice contrast to the wheat colored chiton. The chiton itself fell to her ankles, layered enough to make it seem as if Emilia glided upon clouds as she walked.
Instead of leaving it down, Emilia had kept the strong seaside breeze in mind, and instead had asked her maids to wind her brunette locks up to tight curls atop hr head, and picked a simple filligree wound gold made into ivy leaves. A few tendrils framed the side of her face, and her neck was adorned in golden chain links that went all the way to where the dress was held up by the tied up champagne braided knots, where a brooch in the shape of a swan was connected to her chain, giving the whole ensemble a more complete look.
To top it all off, the young sixteen year old had popped on her usual chains on both feet, preferring to arrive at the seaside barefooted, whilst her wrists were decorated with two wide golden bangles embedded with Taengean water emeralds that glitered in the daylight.
Like her sister, Emilia breathed in the sea air, a small smile on her face, before flashing that delighted smile at Minas, glad that she was here with her little family. Turning to watch as the Nikolaos house arrived, Emilia's expression turned neutral, although a small smile graced her face when she saw old friends, glad to see familiar faces in her first time visiting a province.
Emilia had been told about this event that was to take place in Magnestis just a couple of weeks before they were to depart, and while the young sixteen year old was eager enough to attend it, it was for reasons much different as compared to why her sister and father were. Magnestis was a sunny province that was on the shore, right next to Emilia's favorite place - the sea. There was just something soothing about the crash of the waves, the salty tang in the air and the cry of the seagulls, all melding together in Emilia's favorite song from nature.
Rumbling in the open carriage along with her family and seated next to her father, she allowed them to converse and introduce the province to Exedias - someone that, while respectful and following of Persephone's instructions, Emilia had not went beyond regular day to day conversation. The man was pleasant, but she was not yet as well versed with conversation as her sister was, and much to learn yet regarding entertaining royal guests within their halls.
Instead, Emilia smiled and waved at the gasping and pointing people of Magnestis, who were clearly excited to see them. Whether it was because they were royalty, or it was because they were draped in fineries, Emilia did not know, nor would she find out, for the younger Xanthos was draped quite thoroughly. The brunette had chose a chiton of a wheat colored tone, and the material had been sewed with braided cloth in the color of champagne gold. The braided strands would be tied up on her left shoulder in a bow, leaving it prettily down her upper arm, whilst the remainder of the shining champagne material would be tightened and chinched around her waist, giving a nice contrast to the wheat colored chiton. The chiton itself fell to her ankles, layered enough to make it seem as if Emilia glided upon clouds as she walked.
Instead of leaving it down, Emilia had kept the strong seaside breeze in mind, and instead had asked her maids to wind her brunette locks up to tight curls atop hr head, and picked a simple filligree wound gold made into ivy leaves. A few tendrils framed the side of her face, and her neck was adorned in golden chain links that went all the way to where the dress was held up by the tied up champagne braided knots, where a brooch in the shape of a swan was connected to her chain, giving the whole ensemble a more complete look.
To top it all off, the young sixteen year old had popped on her usual chains on both feet, preferring to arrive at the seaside barefooted, whilst her wrists were decorated with two wide golden bangles embedded with Taengean water emeralds that glitered in the daylight.
Like her sister, Emilia breathed in the sea air, a small smile on her face, before flashing that delighted smile at Minas, glad that she was here with her little family. Turning to watch as the Nikolaos house arrived, Emilia's expression turned neutral, although a small smile graced her face when she saw old friends, glad to see familiar faces in her first time visiting a province.
Adrestus was joyous that his family was hosting one of the most important events, at least in his mind. One could say that he was for sure in his element, here. After spending most of his life on ships, sailing throughout the lands exploring and trading, it was hard not to get excited for ship decorating. He still had his own ship, too, and while he was currently having a mind to sell it, he hadn’t been able to touch it. Sailing was in his blood, but at the same time, he was incredibly sad about his whole ordeal with his family. It’d be better to sell it, so he didn’t to be reminded every day of his failure with not finding Sokari, and yet he was still holding on. He was thinking about talking to Timaeus about it, but he didn’t have time to send a letter now because of the event they were hosting. For now he had it- why not use it? Especially since they were hosting, it’d be a shame not to decorate. His ship was covered in beautiful designs of sea creatures and plants, along with hints of gleaming gold. It was quite a sight, and while he had entered it into the contest, he had no ambition to win it. It was merely for show.
They approached the royal family and Adrestus smiled brightly. He could see the two princesses, and the two women were as lovely as ever. He glanced around and there was beautiful colors everywhere, especially on the ships which looked as though a lot of people had worked very hard on them. This was a nice surprise, and he was glad that the event was seemingly going according to plan. He glanced at the guards pushing an eager crowd back, and struck a grin. It was not every day royal came to every province, and it made their event especially grand that the royals had in fact come. It made their family look, well, important, and that was what they wanted. Or at least, Adrestus did. He bowed to the royal family as he approached, and welcomed them.
“Your Majesty,” He looked over to the princesses, “Princesses of Athenia,” He stood up straighter, “We hope you enjoy your stay in Magnestis,” Adrestus spoke smoothly, before putting his hand on one of his younger sibling’s shoulders. What he really wanted to do was to go look at all the ships more closely. He waited for the right chance, and when he saw it, he immediately, but slowly, started to inch his way away from his family and towards the ships and the people doing last minute touches. The second thing that he liked just as much as sailing, was talking to other sailors. He didn’t mind the royal family, but… with all these sailors around, it was just so tempting to ignore his duties and dive in to his true interests.
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Adrestus was joyous that his family was hosting one of the most important events, at least in his mind. One could say that he was for sure in his element, here. After spending most of his life on ships, sailing throughout the lands exploring and trading, it was hard not to get excited for ship decorating. He still had his own ship, too, and while he was currently having a mind to sell it, he hadn’t been able to touch it. Sailing was in his blood, but at the same time, he was incredibly sad about his whole ordeal with his family. It’d be better to sell it, so he didn’t to be reminded every day of his failure with not finding Sokari, and yet he was still holding on. He was thinking about talking to Timaeus about it, but he didn’t have time to send a letter now because of the event they were hosting. For now he had it- why not use it? Especially since they were hosting, it’d be a shame not to decorate. His ship was covered in beautiful designs of sea creatures and plants, along with hints of gleaming gold. It was quite a sight, and while he had entered it into the contest, he had no ambition to win it. It was merely for show.
They approached the royal family and Adrestus smiled brightly. He could see the two princesses, and the two women were as lovely as ever. He glanced around and there was beautiful colors everywhere, especially on the ships which looked as though a lot of people had worked very hard on them. This was a nice surprise, and he was glad that the event was seemingly going according to plan. He glanced at the guards pushing an eager crowd back, and struck a grin. It was not every day royal came to every province, and it made their event especially grand that the royals had in fact come. It made their family look, well, important, and that was what they wanted. Or at least, Adrestus did. He bowed to the royal family as he approached, and welcomed them.
“Your Majesty,” He looked over to the princesses, “Princesses of Athenia,” He stood up straighter, “We hope you enjoy your stay in Magnestis,” Adrestus spoke smoothly, before putting his hand on one of his younger sibling’s shoulders. What he really wanted to do was to go look at all the ships more closely. He waited for the right chance, and when he saw it, he immediately, but slowly, started to inch his way away from his family and towards the ships and the people doing last minute touches. The second thing that he liked just as much as sailing, was talking to other sailors. He didn’t mind the royal family, but… with all these sailors around, it was just so tempting to ignore his duties and dive in to his true interests.
Adrestus was joyous that his family was hosting one of the most important events, at least in his mind. One could say that he was for sure in his element, here. After spending most of his life on ships, sailing throughout the lands exploring and trading, it was hard not to get excited for ship decorating. He still had his own ship, too, and while he was currently having a mind to sell it, he hadn’t been able to touch it. Sailing was in his blood, but at the same time, he was incredibly sad about his whole ordeal with his family. It’d be better to sell it, so he didn’t to be reminded every day of his failure with not finding Sokari, and yet he was still holding on. He was thinking about talking to Timaeus about it, but he didn’t have time to send a letter now because of the event they were hosting. For now he had it- why not use it? Especially since they were hosting, it’d be a shame not to decorate. His ship was covered in beautiful designs of sea creatures and plants, along with hints of gleaming gold. It was quite a sight, and while he had entered it into the contest, he had no ambition to win it. It was merely for show.
They approached the royal family and Adrestus smiled brightly. He could see the two princesses, and the two women were as lovely as ever. He glanced around and there was beautiful colors everywhere, especially on the ships which looked as though a lot of people had worked very hard on them. This was a nice surprise, and he was glad that the event was seemingly going according to plan. He glanced at the guards pushing an eager crowd back, and struck a grin. It was not every day royal came to every province, and it made their event especially grand that the royals had in fact come. It made their family look, well, important, and that was what they wanted. Or at least, Adrestus did. He bowed to the royal family as he approached, and welcomed them.
“Your Majesty,” He looked over to the princesses, “Princesses of Athenia,” He stood up straighter, “We hope you enjoy your stay in Magnestis,” Adrestus spoke smoothly, before putting his hand on one of his younger sibling’s shoulders. What he really wanted to do was to go look at all the ships more closely. He waited for the right chance, and when he saw it, he immediately, but slowly, started to inch his way away from his family and towards the ships and the people doing last minute touches. The second thing that he liked just as much as sailing, was talking to other sailors. He didn’t mind the royal family, but… with all these sailors around, it was just so tempting to ignore his duties and dive in to his true interests.
Breathe...! Breathe goddamnit! The Nikolaos House..here?! In the very flesh?! Oh, thank Apollo! The day had finally come to prove his worth! To prove that she deserved to be recognized! So what if she was Stavros’ bastard child?? If she couldn’t be part of the family, she could at least be recognized by them! They had to know that she was out there!
He had been practicing for forever on his phorminx! Finding hacks on how to play it easier and make the sound smoother. This phorminx was his life! If he lost it, he didn’t know what he would do anymore. Koko honestly wouldn’t know what career he would pursue...What else she could do to get some attention! Just even a glance in her direction would be good!
Breathe.
Koko took a moment to inhale the salty air, wanting to stop his nerves. These were royals she was talking about! They were all expected to talk and act in a certain way! Which meant that he would be expected the same if accepted. She wasn’t about to be recognized by her father nor half-siblings if she couldn’t even show that she could fit in. She didn’t want to be labeled a rugrat, she didn’t want her family to think of her as a waste of seed.
She belonged in the Nikolaos house!
There they were! The royals! Koko’s heart stopped but he had so much adrenaline in him that he instantly knew what to do. He looked around the terrain, eventually finding a small pole where he would be seen on. Jumping upon it, he leaned back against it and gripped onto the phorminx. Raising his voice the loudest he could, Koko began to sing. His voice came out smooth and charming, while he was singing he was telling a story as well.
“Of the cunning hero, The wanderer, blown off course time and again After he plundered Troy's sacred heights. Speak Of all the cities he saw, the minds he grasped, The suffering deep in his heart at sea As he struggled to survive and bring his men home But could not save them, hard as he tried— The fools—destroyed by their own recklessness When they ate the oxen of Hyperion the Sun, And that god snuffed out their day of return.”
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Breathe...! Breathe goddamnit! The Nikolaos House..here?! In the very flesh?! Oh, thank Apollo! The day had finally come to prove his worth! To prove that she deserved to be recognized! So what if she was Stavros’ bastard child?? If she couldn’t be part of the family, she could at least be recognized by them! They had to know that she was out there!
He had been practicing for forever on his phorminx! Finding hacks on how to play it easier and make the sound smoother. This phorminx was his life! If he lost it, he didn’t know what he would do anymore. Koko honestly wouldn’t know what career he would pursue...What else she could do to get some attention! Just even a glance in her direction would be good!
Breathe.
Koko took a moment to inhale the salty air, wanting to stop his nerves. These were royals she was talking about! They were all expected to talk and act in a certain way! Which meant that he would be expected the same if accepted. She wasn’t about to be recognized by her father nor half-siblings if she couldn’t even show that she could fit in. She didn’t want to be labeled a rugrat, she didn’t want her family to think of her as a waste of seed.
She belonged in the Nikolaos house!
There they were! The royals! Koko’s heart stopped but he had so much adrenaline in him that he instantly knew what to do. He looked around the terrain, eventually finding a small pole where he would be seen on. Jumping upon it, he leaned back against it and gripped onto the phorminx. Raising his voice the loudest he could, Koko began to sing. His voice came out smooth and charming, while he was singing he was telling a story as well.
“Of the cunning hero, The wanderer, blown off course time and again After he plundered Troy's sacred heights. Speak Of all the cities he saw, the minds he grasped, The suffering deep in his heart at sea As he struggled to survive and bring his men home But could not save them, hard as he tried— The fools—destroyed by their own recklessness When they ate the oxen of Hyperion the Sun, And that god snuffed out their day of return.”
Breathe...! Breathe goddamnit! The Nikolaos House..here?! In the very flesh?! Oh, thank Apollo! The day had finally come to prove his worth! To prove that she deserved to be recognized! So what if she was Stavros’ bastard child?? If she couldn’t be part of the family, she could at least be recognized by them! They had to know that she was out there!
He had been practicing for forever on his phorminx! Finding hacks on how to play it easier and make the sound smoother. This phorminx was his life! If he lost it, he didn’t know what he would do anymore. Koko honestly wouldn’t know what career he would pursue...What else she could do to get some attention! Just even a glance in her direction would be good!
Breathe.
Koko took a moment to inhale the salty air, wanting to stop his nerves. These were royals she was talking about! They were all expected to talk and act in a certain way! Which meant that he would be expected the same if accepted. She wasn’t about to be recognized by her father nor half-siblings if she couldn’t even show that she could fit in. She didn’t want to be labeled a rugrat, she didn’t want her family to think of her as a waste of seed.
She belonged in the Nikolaos house!
There they were! The royals! Koko’s heart stopped but he had so much adrenaline in him that he instantly knew what to do. He looked around the terrain, eventually finding a small pole where he would be seen on. Jumping upon it, he leaned back against it and gripped onto the phorminx. Raising his voice the loudest he could, Koko began to sing. His voice came out smooth and charming, while he was singing he was telling a story as well.
“Of the cunning hero, The wanderer, blown off course time and again After he plundered Troy's sacred heights. Speak Of all the cities he saw, the minds he grasped, The suffering deep in his heart at sea As he struggled to survive and bring his men home But could not save them, hard as he tried— The fools—destroyed by their own recklessness When they ate the oxen of Hyperion the Sun, And that god snuffed out their day of return.”
It had been long since Vasia had managed to coax her brother away from duty long enough to show his face in society. Of course, Mateos was a regular fixture at those dry military gathering of minds that he liked so much, but that was not the same. Sometimes he needed reminding that there was more to life that sword and bow and strategy. Vasia silently congratulated herself on the fact that he had a dear sister to hold him to account on such matters,even as her blue eyes slid sideways to the man that had her arm.
“Do at least try not to glower so Mateos” she said in mock exasperation. “Nobody will speak to us at all if you look so grim. Why don’t you… Oh good morning!” She broke off to smile and greet a familiar face, of which she was sure they would find many at this gathering. Turning back to her serious brother, Vasia gave his arm a squeeze. “ Everybody needs to step away things every so often, brother.” Her voice had gentled, and she did not try to mask the concern in her eyes. “You cannot be General for every moment of every day. Take a breath. See what is happening around you”
In this case, it were a festival of sorts. Celebrating the artist in residence to paint a portrait of the King himself, there had been a challenge throw open to bring to colourful life the many ships that sailed to and from Athenia’s ports, and Vasia for one found the riot of colour rather refreshing. For once, the lady had put on finery befitting her status as a daughter of Antonis, her chiton a layered confection of blue, wrists and arms adorned with bangles of gold that matched the swept up tresses atop her head. Spring made the weather pleasantly mild, and Vasia was glad to have been able to reject a himation and enjoy the balmy warmth.
Indeed, it was nice to step out of the city, and she was glad she had been so insistent that her brother join her in representing the family. Too often it fell upon her shoulders, and Vasia didn’t see why. It was not as if she enjoyed the small talk and gossip any more than her brothers did,and yet she was expected to set aside her own pursuits often enough. If felt a small triumph to have dragged Mateos out to Magnestis.
“Oh look!” Vasia lifted her arm, pointed with one elegant finger towards one of the many ships that crowded the harbour “ There is an Antonis ship”. Indeed one of the vessels bore the vibrant blue of their own House, the mast head carved into the sea goat Capricornus. “I will take the huge leap in assuming you did not commission an entry on our behalf ” The woman glanced playfully at her brother as she spoke, for she doubted that such a notion would ever even enter her brother’s consciousness “...and therefore conclude that one of our cousins must have done. I wonder if they are here…” She tailed off as she began to scan the crowds looking for those who it might do to speak with, and more so those she might actually like to speak to.
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It had been long since Vasia had managed to coax her brother away from duty long enough to show his face in society. Of course, Mateos was a regular fixture at those dry military gathering of minds that he liked so much, but that was not the same. Sometimes he needed reminding that there was more to life that sword and bow and strategy. Vasia silently congratulated herself on the fact that he had a dear sister to hold him to account on such matters,even as her blue eyes slid sideways to the man that had her arm.
“Do at least try not to glower so Mateos” she said in mock exasperation. “Nobody will speak to us at all if you look so grim. Why don’t you… Oh good morning!” She broke off to smile and greet a familiar face, of which she was sure they would find many at this gathering. Turning back to her serious brother, Vasia gave his arm a squeeze. “ Everybody needs to step away things every so often, brother.” Her voice had gentled, and she did not try to mask the concern in her eyes. “You cannot be General for every moment of every day. Take a breath. See what is happening around you”
In this case, it were a festival of sorts. Celebrating the artist in residence to paint a portrait of the King himself, there had been a challenge throw open to bring to colourful life the many ships that sailed to and from Athenia’s ports, and Vasia for one found the riot of colour rather refreshing. For once, the lady had put on finery befitting her status as a daughter of Antonis, her chiton a layered confection of blue, wrists and arms adorned with bangles of gold that matched the swept up tresses atop her head. Spring made the weather pleasantly mild, and Vasia was glad to have been able to reject a himation and enjoy the balmy warmth.
Indeed, it was nice to step out of the city, and she was glad she had been so insistent that her brother join her in representing the family. Too often it fell upon her shoulders, and Vasia didn’t see why. It was not as if she enjoyed the small talk and gossip any more than her brothers did,and yet she was expected to set aside her own pursuits often enough. If felt a small triumph to have dragged Mateos out to Magnestis.
“Oh look!” Vasia lifted her arm, pointed with one elegant finger towards one of the many ships that crowded the harbour “ There is an Antonis ship”. Indeed one of the vessels bore the vibrant blue of their own House, the mast head carved into the sea goat Capricornus. “I will take the huge leap in assuming you did not commission an entry on our behalf ” The woman glanced playfully at her brother as she spoke, for she doubted that such a notion would ever even enter her brother’s consciousness “...and therefore conclude that one of our cousins must have done. I wonder if they are here…” She tailed off as she began to scan the crowds looking for those who it might do to speak with, and more so those she might actually like to speak to.
It had been long since Vasia had managed to coax her brother away from duty long enough to show his face in society. Of course, Mateos was a regular fixture at those dry military gathering of minds that he liked so much, but that was not the same. Sometimes he needed reminding that there was more to life that sword and bow and strategy. Vasia silently congratulated herself on the fact that he had a dear sister to hold him to account on such matters,even as her blue eyes slid sideways to the man that had her arm.
“Do at least try not to glower so Mateos” she said in mock exasperation. “Nobody will speak to us at all if you look so grim. Why don’t you… Oh good morning!” She broke off to smile and greet a familiar face, of which she was sure they would find many at this gathering. Turning back to her serious brother, Vasia gave his arm a squeeze. “ Everybody needs to step away things every so often, brother.” Her voice had gentled, and she did not try to mask the concern in her eyes. “You cannot be General for every moment of every day. Take a breath. See what is happening around you”
In this case, it were a festival of sorts. Celebrating the artist in residence to paint a portrait of the King himself, there had been a challenge throw open to bring to colourful life the many ships that sailed to and from Athenia’s ports, and Vasia for one found the riot of colour rather refreshing. For once, the lady had put on finery befitting her status as a daughter of Antonis, her chiton a layered confection of blue, wrists and arms adorned with bangles of gold that matched the swept up tresses atop her head. Spring made the weather pleasantly mild, and Vasia was glad to have been able to reject a himation and enjoy the balmy warmth.
Indeed, it was nice to step out of the city, and she was glad she had been so insistent that her brother join her in representing the family. Too often it fell upon her shoulders, and Vasia didn’t see why. It was not as if she enjoyed the small talk and gossip any more than her brothers did,and yet she was expected to set aside her own pursuits often enough. If felt a small triumph to have dragged Mateos out to Magnestis.
“Oh look!” Vasia lifted her arm, pointed with one elegant finger towards one of the many ships that crowded the harbour “ There is an Antonis ship”. Indeed one of the vessels bore the vibrant blue of their own House, the mast head carved into the sea goat Capricornus. “I will take the huge leap in assuming you did not commission an entry on our behalf ” The woman glanced playfully at her brother as she spoke, for she doubted that such a notion would ever even enter her brother’s consciousness “...and therefore conclude that one of our cousins must have done. I wonder if they are here…” She tailed off as she began to scan the crowds looking for those who it might do to speak with, and more so those she might actually like to speak to.
Warpaint served a great purpose in battle: that much, Mateos knew. A simple splash of color on a man's armor made a man feel like he belonged to a new family, be it his unit, his kingdom, or his home. The uniformity united him with his fellow soldiers, giving them all a visual reminder of the common goal they fought for and helped transform them from individual servicemen into brothers-in-arms. And there was nothing more satisfying to a commander than seeing all the rage and confidence drop from an enemy's face at the sight of his impending doom in the form of a rolling tidal wave of soldiers uniformed in the blue and white of House Antonis. Yes, coloration was the morale booster that turned men into fierce soldiers. The pride of being a member of something greater than the sum of its parts, of being a cog that helped a well-oiled war machine plow its way to victory.
However, if there was one thing Mateos didn't understand about color, it was the populace's incessant demands that it be used in art. As he strolled alongside the harbor, gazing out upon the brilliant hues that painted the sea, he couldn't help but see the wasted potential and resources. The ships and sails of a thousand colors were pleasing on an aesthetic level, yes, but those pigments and the manhours spent on decorating the fleets of merchant ships and personal vessels could have been used in favor of a municipality's navy, or even other divisions.
Matoes was pulled from his internal criticisms of the festival by a gentle tug on his arm. He turned as Vasia spoke in an attempt to get him to "loosen up," as she had a tendency to put it. As she spun to greet some passerby she recognized as they strolled down the road, he analyzed her a bit closer now that they had arrived at port. While he didn't share her feminine delight upon seeing the intricately and brilliantly decorated ships, he knew that womenfolk had a desire, no, a need for "pretty" things in their lives. Judging by the expression of joy on his younger sister's face, he knew that escorting her to the event had satisfied this primitive, womanly yearning within her on some level or another, and as the eldest heir to one day head his family, he took his duty in providing for all his family's needs, even the more derisory of them, with great seriousness. Even if he himself couldn't find the same enjoyment from this event that Vasia did, seeing her glow with happiness was something that did bring him joy.
There were worse ways to spend an off day than making his little sister happy.
"Not General, Vasia. Commander." The remark made his stomach twist. Perhaps there were better ways to spend his time. After all, he was still merely a commander in the Athenian army, and he had a road of training ahead of him if he ever wanted to prove his mettle and earn a promotion. He looked back out to the harbor again, having been set even further into his militaristic mindset and determined not to let productivity escape him this day. The harbor was quite open in order to support the large quantities of merchant ships that sailed in and out without having them congest the waterways and risk damaging their vessels. However, this left them with relatively little natural defense. In the event of an attack, the harbor would essentially be left as an open target, having to rely on manmade defenses to protect the great riches that sat within feet of the shore, just ripe for plundering. The thought of having such lootable wealth broadcast in the open air made Mateos scowl deeper than normal. Despite their general amenity for each other, Mateos had not visited one of House Xanthos' provinces in years. Magnestis in particular did not hold his favor. The residents here flaunted their wealth unabashedly, and it brought him pain to see a people that were more concerned with furnishing their extravagant lifestyle than using the money to help support their kingdom or army. It was no surprise that a haughty province such as this would be the host of an art festival.
His pain was alleviated slightly, however, when his sister pointed out a proud Antonis ship docked within their vantage point. Indeed, the vessel was coated in the blues and white of their house, fashioned into a great tidal wave propelling the Capricornus fast out to sea. Now this was a proper use of art. The great colorations and intricate carving of the ship's mast brought much glory to their House, showcasing their prosperity and power in an excellent display combining woodworking and artistry. "I'm afraid not, sister. But I might have to seek out the man that did and give him my approval. It is a noble addition to the competition." Mateos made a mental note to seek out the artist. "Just imagine a great fleet of warships, painted and carved so elegantly charging into battle! It would be a wondrous sight, wouldn't you agree?"
Reinvigorated by the sight of what these artists and sailors were capable of fashioning, Mateos was eager to see what other works of House and kingdom pride the workers had put out to sea. He quickened his pace a bit, threatening to pull Vasia off her feet if she couldn't keep pace with his long stride, for ahead he could see a figure standing tall upon a post and addressing the crowd. "Perhaps we would meet a party of the royal family gathered near this performer. It would be a breach of social decorum to not greet and thank our hosts for having us at their event." That, and he hoped to see any of his cousins that may have commissioned work on the ship. Albeit, he was aware that his sister was a socialite in these gatherings, and that she wouldn't enjoy spending her day seeking out their extended family. He was hopeful that there would be a mixed gathering of several families near the post, so that his sister would be able to socialize amongst her own circles while he attended to his own quest of seeking out the artists' commissioner. Or, at worst, be able to deposit his sister amongst her own friends so that he could travel the event uninhibited by his guilt at depriving her of her social needs.
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Warpaint served a great purpose in battle: that much, Mateos knew. A simple splash of color on a man's armor made a man feel like he belonged to a new family, be it his unit, his kingdom, or his home. The uniformity united him with his fellow soldiers, giving them all a visual reminder of the common goal they fought for and helped transform them from individual servicemen into brothers-in-arms. And there was nothing more satisfying to a commander than seeing all the rage and confidence drop from an enemy's face at the sight of his impending doom in the form of a rolling tidal wave of soldiers uniformed in the blue and white of House Antonis. Yes, coloration was the morale booster that turned men into fierce soldiers. The pride of being a member of something greater than the sum of its parts, of being a cog that helped a well-oiled war machine plow its way to victory.
However, if there was one thing Mateos didn't understand about color, it was the populace's incessant demands that it be used in art. As he strolled alongside the harbor, gazing out upon the brilliant hues that painted the sea, he couldn't help but see the wasted potential and resources. The ships and sails of a thousand colors were pleasing on an aesthetic level, yes, but those pigments and the manhours spent on decorating the fleets of merchant ships and personal vessels could have been used in favor of a municipality's navy, or even other divisions.
Matoes was pulled from his internal criticisms of the festival by a gentle tug on his arm. He turned as Vasia spoke in an attempt to get him to "loosen up," as she had a tendency to put it. As she spun to greet some passerby she recognized as they strolled down the road, he analyzed her a bit closer now that they had arrived at port. While he didn't share her feminine delight upon seeing the intricately and brilliantly decorated ships, he knew that womenfolk had a desire, no, a need for "pretty" things in their lives. Judging by the expression of joy on his younger sister's face, he knew that escorting her to the event had satisfied this primitive, womanly yearning within her on some level or another, and as the eldest heir to one day head his family, he took his duty in providing for all his family's needs, even the more derisory of them, with great seriousness. Even if he himself couldn't find the same enjoyment from this event that Vasia did, seeing her glow with happiness was something that did bring him joy.
There were worse ways to spend an off day than making his little sister happy.
"Not General, Vasia. Commander." The remark made his stomach twist. Perhaps there were better ways to spend his time. After all, he was still merely a commander in the Athenian army, and he had a road of training ahead of him if he ever wanted to prove his mettle and earn a promotion. He looked back out to the harbor again, having been set even further into his militaristic mindset and determined not to let productivity escape him this day. The harbor was quite open in order to support the large quantities of merchant ships that sailed in and out without having them congest the waterways and risk damaging their vessels. However, this left them with relatively little natural defense. In the event of an attack, the harbor would essentially be left as an open target, having to rely on manmade defenses to protect the great riches that sat within feet of the shore, just ripe for plundering. The thought of having such lootable wealth broadcast in the open air made Mateos scowl deeper than normal. Despite their general amenity for each other, Mateos had not visited one of House Xanthos' provinces in years. Magnestis in particular did not hold his favor. The residents here flaunted their wealth unabashedly, and it brought him pain to see a people that were more concerned with furnishing their extravagant lifestyle than using the money to help support their kingdom or army. It was no surprise that a haughty province such as this would be the host of an art festival.
His pain was alleviated slightly, however, when his sister pointed out a proud Antonis ship docked within their vantage point. Indeed, the vessel was coated in the blues and white of their house, fashioned into a great tidal wave propelling the Capricornus fast out to sea. Now this was a proper use of art. The great colorations and intricate carving of the ship's mast brought much glory to their House, showcasing their prosperity and power in an excellent display combining woodworking and artistry. "I'm afraid not, sister. But I might have to seek out the man that did and give him my approval. It is a noble addition to the competition." Mateos made a mental note to seek out the artist. "Just imagine a great fleet of warships, painted and carved so elegantly charging into battle! It would be a wondrous sight, wouldn't you agree?"
Reinvigorated by the sight of what these artists and sailors were capable of fashioning, Mateos was eager to see what other works of House and kingdom pride the workers had put out to sea. He quickened his pace a bit, threatening to pull Vasia off her feet if she couldn't keep pace with his long stride, for ahead he could see a figure standing tall upon a post and addressing the crowd. "Perhaps we would meet a party of the royal family gathered near this performer. It would be a breach of social decorum to not greet and thank our hosts for having us at their event." That, and he hoped to see any of his cousins that may have commissioned work on the ship. Albeit, he was aware that his sister was a socialite in these gatherings, and that she wouldn't enjoy spending her day seeking out their extended family. He was hopeful that there would be a mixed gathering of several families near the post, so that his sister would be able to socialize amongst her own circles while he attended to his own quest of seeking out the artists' commissioner. Or, at worst, be able to deposit his sister amongst her own friends so that he could travel the event uninhibited by his guilt at depriving her of her social needs.
Warpaint served a great purpose in battle: that much, Mateos knew. A simple splash of color on a man's armor made a man feel like he belonged to a new family, be it his unit, his kingdom, or his home. The uniformity united him with his fellow soldiers, giving them all a visual reminder of the common goal they fought for and helped transform them from individual servicemen into brothers-in-arms. And there was nothing more satisfying to a commander than seeing all the rage and confidence drop from an enemy's face at the sight of his impending doom in the form of a rolling tidal wave of soldiers uniformed in the blue and white of House Antonis. Yes, coloration was the morale booster that turned men into fierce soldiers. The pride of being a member of something greater than the sum of its parts, of being a cog that helped a well-oiled war machine plow its way to victory.
However, if there was one thing Mateos didn't understand about color, it was the populace's incessant demands that it be used in art. As he strolled alongside the harbor, gazing out upon the brilliant hues that painted the sea, he couldn't help but see the wasted potential and resources. The ships and sails of a thousand colors were pleasing on an aesthetic level, yes, but those pigments and the manhours spent on decorating the fleets of merchant ships and personal vessels could have been used in favor of a municipality's navy, or even other divisions.
Matoes was pulled from his internal criticisms of the festival by a gentle tug on his arm. He turned as Vasia spoke in an attempt to get him to "loosen up," as she had a tendency to put it. As she spun to greet some passerby she recognized as they strolled down the road, he analyzed her a bit closer now that they had arrived at port. While he didn't share her feminine delight upon seeing the intricately and brilliantly decorated ships, he knew that womenfolk had a desire, no, a need for "pretty" things in their lives. Judging by the expression of joy on his younger sister's face, he knew that escorting her to the event had satisfied this primitive, womanly yearning within her on some level or another, and as the eldest heir to one day head his family, he took his duty in providing for all his family's needs, even the more derisory of them, with great seriousness. Even if he himself couldn't find the same enjoyment from this event that Vasia did, seeing her glow with happiness was something that did bring him joy.
There were worse ways to spend an off day than making his little sister happy.
"Not General, Vasia. Commander." The remark made his stomach twist. Perhaps there were better ways to spend his time. After all, he was still merely a commander in the Athenian army, and he had a road of training ahead of him if he ever wanted to prove his mettle and earn a promotion. He looked back out to the harbor again, having been set even further into his militaristic mindset and determined not to let productivity escape him this day. The harbor was quite open in order to support the large quantities of merchant ships that sailed in and out without having them congest the waterways and risk damaging their vessels. However, this left them with relatively little natural defense. In the event of an attack, the harbor would essentially be left as an open target, having to rely on manmade defenses to protect the great riches that sat within feet of the shore, just ripe for plundering. The thought of having such lootable wealth broadcast in the open air made Mateos scowl deeper than normal. Despite their general amenity for each other, Mateos had not visited one of House Xanthos' provinces in years. Magnestis in particular did not hold his favor. The residents here flaunted their wealth unabashedly, and it brought him pain to see a people that were more concerned with furnishing their extravagant lifestyle than using the money to help support their kingdom or army. It was no surprise that a haughty province such as this would be the host of an art festival.
His pain was alleviated slightly, however, when his sister pointed out a proud Antonis ship docked within their vantage point. Indeed, the vessel was coated in the blues and white of their house, fashioned into a great tidal wave propelling the Capricornus fast out to sea. Now this was a proper use of art. The great colorations and intricate carving of the ship's mast brought much glory to their House, showcasing their prosperity and power in an excellent display combining woodworking and artistry. "I'm afraid not, sister. But I might have to seek out the man that did and give him my approval. It is a noble addition to the competition." Mateos made a mental note to seek out the artist. "Just imagine a great fleet of warships, painted and carved so elegantly charging into battle! It would be a wondrous sight, wouldn't you agree?"
Reinvigorated by the sight of what these artists and sailors were capable of fashioning, Mateos was eager to see what other works of House and kingdom pride the workers had put out to sea. He quickened his pace a bit, threatening to pull Vasia off her feet if she couldn't keep pace with his long stride, for ahead he could see a figure standing tall upon a post and addressing the crowd. "Perhaps we would meet a party of the royal family gathered near this performer. It would be a breach of social decorum to not greet and thank our hosts for having us at their event." That, and he hoped to see any of his cousins that may have commissioned work on the ship. Albeit, he was aware that his sister was a socialite in these gatherings, and that she wouldn't enjoy spending her day seeking out their extended family. He was hopeful that there would be a mixed gathering of several families near the post, so that his sister would be able to socialize amongst her own circles while he attended to his own quest of seeking out the artists' commissioner. Or, at worst, be able to deposit his sister amongst her own friends so that he could travel the event uninhibited by his guilt at depriving her of her social needs.
Witnessing the crowds and the curious faces all around the docks of Magnestis - the engaged expressions, the eager voices - Persephone was pleased to see the event kicking off without an issue and with plenty of enthusiasm from the general populace, both from the lower levels of nobility and the general peerage of the province. She smiled brightly as she looked out across the brightly coloured ships...
Some had been painted for the event, others carved, some both... the sails of each vessel had been painted and designed in bright motifs... some of the ships had then been given the additional garnish of garlands of flowers or additional ribbons and sheets of fabric. Some of the contestants had used the opportunity the event created to show their loyalties or their morality message with their artistic designs. Others were taking a more personal or artistic route. Some were clearly simply attempting to flatter the crown and ruling House that were likely to become the judges of the contest, seeking preference in the judgement stage.
Persephone's attention was distracted from the entries by the approach of a young man she knew to be the eldest son of the baron of Magnestis. The Varonos heir, she recalled, to be of the name of Adrestus was a handsome young man whom she only vaguely recognised, as he spent much of his time away from Athenia. She wasn't even convinced that Emilia would know his face at all given it had been some years since she had last witnessed his presence in his homeland.
"Lord Adrestus..." Persephone commented, after her father had returned the greeting and she and her sister had offered polite curtsies towards the young nobleman. "I feel as if we should be welcoming you. It seems a long time since you were last home in Athenia..." She smiled, indicating that her words were a truly friendly overture and not some attempt to insinuate a lack of responsibility on his part.
Her attention was diverted momentarily towards the Lady Vasia and her elder brother, who also drew in to offer their welcomes and greetings. Whether they were doing so through genuine friendship or just politeness was neither for Persephone to assess or worry. For a princess behaved as if every overture was one of friendship. She smiled in an encouraging manner as they came forward.
"Lady Vasia and Lord Mateos also... so wonderful for you to have made the trip to Magnestis for this event..." Persephone had always liked Lady Vasia. They had talked before and enjoyed a similar level of courtly dignity and social skill, while also refusing to partake too much in idle gossip or rumour. Persephone had always liked the woman's maturity and found her pleasant to be around, despite their age difference. Lord Mateos was a little different. Whilst she had never had an issue with the man and felt they were polite enough and had a certain level of cordial interaction, she found speaking with the brother more challenging than with his sister. The man was not much of a conversationalist and kept his thoughts behind stony walls. She was never certain what he thought of her and therefore how to interact with him... But she made a valiant effort regardless.
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Witnessing the crowds and the curious faces all around the docks of Magnestis - the engaged expressions, the eager voices - Persephone was pleased to see the event kicking off without an issue and with plenty of enthusiasm from the general populace, both from the lower levels of nobility and the general peerage of the province. She smiled brightly as she looked out across the brightly coloured ships...
Some had been painted for the event, others carved, some both... the sails of each vessel had been painted and designed in bright motifs... some of the ships had then been given the additional garnish of garlands of flowers or additional ribbons and sheets of fabric. Some of the contestants had used the opportunity the event created to show their loyalties or their morality message with their artistic designs. Others were taking a more personal or artistic route. Some were clearly simply attempting to flatter the crown and ruling House that were likely to become the judges of the contest, seeking preference in the judgement stage.
Persephone's attention was distracted from the entries by the approach of a young man she knew to be the eldest son of the baron of Magnestis. The Varonos heir, she recalled, to be of the name of Adrestus was a handsome young man whom she only vaguely recognised, as he spent much of his time away from Athenia. She wasn't even convinced that Emilia would know his face at all given it had been some years since she had last witnessed his presence in his homeland.
"Lord Adrestus..." Persephone commented, after her father had returned the greeting and she and her sister had offered polite curtsies towards the young nobleman. "I feel as if we should be welcoming you. It seems a long time since you were last home in Athenia..." She smiled, indicating that her words were a truly friendly overture and not some attempt to insinuate a lack of responsibility on his part.
Her attention was diverted momentarily towards the Lady Vasia and her elder brother, who also drew in to offer their welcomes and greetings. Whether they were doing so through genuine friendship or just politeness was neither for Persephone to assess or worry. For a princess behaved as if every overture was one of friendship. She smiled in an encouraging manner as they came forward.
"Lady Vasia and Lord Mateos also... so wonderful for you to have made the trip to Magnestis for this event..." Persephone had always liked Lady Vasia. They had talked before and enjoyed a similar level of courtly dignity and social skill, while also refusing to partake too much in idle gossip or rumour. Persephone had always liked the woman's maturity and found her pleasant to be around, despite their age difference. Lord Mateos was a little different. Whilst she had never had an issue with the man and felt they were polite enough and had a certain level of cordial interaction, she found speaking with the brother more challenging than with his sister. The man was not much of a conversationalist and kept his thoughts behind stony walls. She was never certain what he thought of her and therefore how to interact with him... But she made a valiant effort regardless.
Witnessing the crowds and the curious faces all around the docks of Magnestis - the engaged expressions, the eager voices - Persephone was pleased to see the event kicking off without an issue and with plenty of enthusiasm from the general populace, both from the lower levels of nobility and the general peerage of the province. She smiled brightly as she looked out across the brightly coloured ships...
Some had been painted for the event, others carved, some both... the sails of each vessel had been painted and designed in bright motifs... some of the ships had then been given the additional garnish of garlands of flowers or additional ribbons and sheets of fabric. Some of the contestants had used the opportunity the event created to show their loyalties or their morality message with their artistic designs. Others were taking a more personal or artistic route. Some were clearly simply attempting to flatter the crown and ruling House that were likely to become the judges of the contest, seeking preference in the judgement stage.
Persephone's attention was distracted from the entries by the approach of a young man she knew to be the eldest son of the baron of Magnestis. The Varonos heir, she recalled, to be of the name of Adrestus was a handsome young man whom she only vaguely recognised, as he spent much of his time away from Athenia. She wasn't even convinced that Emilia would know his face at all given it had been some years since she had last witnessed his presence in his homeland.
"Lord Adrestus..." Persephone commented, after her father had returned the greeting and she and her sister had offered polite curtsies towards the young nobleman. "I feel as if we should be welcoming you. It seems a long time since you were last home in Athenia..." She smiled, indicating that her words were a truly friendly overture and not some attempt to insinuate a lack of responsibility on his part.
Her attention was diverted momentarily towards the Lady Vasia and her elder brother, who also drew in to offer their welcomes and greetings. Whether they were doing so through genuine friendship or just politeness was neither for Persephone to assess or worry. For a princess behaved as if every overture was one of friendship. She smiled in an encouraging manner as they came forward.
"Lady Vasia and Lord Mateos also... so wonderful for you to have made the trip to Magnestis for this event..." Persephone had always liked Lady Vasia. They had talked before and enjoyed a similar level of courtly dignity and social skill, while also refusing to partake too much in idle gossip or rumour. Persephone had always liked the woman's maturity and found her pleasant to be around, despite their age difference. Lord Mateos was a little different. Whilst she had never had an issue with the man and felt they were polite enough and had a certain level of cordial interaction, she found speaking with the brother more challenging than with his sister. The man was not much of a conversationalist and kept his thoughts behind stony walls. She was never certain what he thought of her and therefore how to interact with him... But she made a valiant effort regardless.
To say that Cyrene did not want to be here was just a bit too harsh. To say that she was to attend today's festivities would be a much better descriptor, in her mind, though she would do her best to hide any hint of the fact. Perhaps, under less crowded constraints, and without the pressure of trying to entertain the King and his two daughters, Cyrene would have enjoyed a stroll along the docks. Gods knew she'd found herself here more than a few times throughout her childhood, and she'd had fond memories of running about with Dione and Adrestus...
And now, her King was throwing an art festival in honor of his artist-in-residence. Cyrene couldn't even begin to imagine how excited Rene was. Looking out at the ships that lined the harbour, the twenty-one-year-old couldn't help but think that this seemed a bit extravagant. An art festival, all for an artist. Yet, this was the King, of course, and the second of Dastros and Ianthe's daughters had never been as materialistic as most of the young ladies of her age at court. That was not to say that she didn't put any effort into her appearance, of course, but she'd never had a great love for primping and preening like a peacock ready for display, so she certainly was not the most fashionable lady at court.
Today, Cyrene had put a bit more thought into her appearance than usual, considering she was to join her parents in hosting King Minas' art festival. So, she'd opted for a light grey chiton that shimmered silver in the sunlight, and wrapped a himation of Nikolaos crimson around herself, embroidered at the edges with white trim. She kept her adornment plain: simple silver hairpins embellished with pearls to fasten the crown braid she'd twisted with care, and thick, matching silver cuffs on her wrists. Perhaps if she dressed this way more often than special, she'd find more attention with suitors. Yet, she wasn't sure that she wanted that just yet.
Cyrene stayed at the side of her parents at the start of the festival, determined only to draw as little attention to herself as possible. Of course, when the Xanthos family arrived, Cyrene's family was primed and ready to greet them with all the grace expected of a noble house. Cyrene was no exception.
Bowing her head and giving a deep curtsy to both her King and his daughters, "Your Majesty," and "Your Royal Highnesses" were the only words she hoped to pass her lips. She was close in age to Princess Persephone, yes, but they had never spoken any more than a few words here and there, and furthermore, Cyrene could hardly think of a reality in which she was close friends with the girl. Cyrene was noble, yes, but not a royal. She would not dare to presume that Persephone of Xanthos would want any more than a passing conversation with her.
Perhaps, this is why the girl's eyes widened ever so slightly when she was pulled to Adrestus' side, her gaze quickly turning to him as she came to the realization that this meant that she would have to actually speak with the princesses. One mistake and Cyrene could quickly find a storm of troubles hovering over her. As she watched her brother, the twenty-one-year-old couldn't help but wonder where Adrestus' ease in speaking to royalty had come from, as she certainly hadn't acquired it.
Yet, it would be perceived as awkward for her to stand there mute, so Cyrene entered the conversation with all the courtesy of a well-learned courtier. "We truly couldn't be happier to have him home." A small smile tugged at the corners of the Nikolaos' lips as her gaze turned to the Xanthos princesses. "Princess Persephone, Princess Emilia. I pray your journey to Magnestis was swift and pleasant?"
Cyrene's gaze moved from the princesses to that of Lord Mateos and Lady Vasia of Antonis as the elder princess announced their presence, bowing her head ever so slightly in deference. "Lord Mateos, Lady Vasia. It is truly a pleasure to have you among our company for today's festivities."
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To say that Cyrene did not want to be here was just a bit too harsh. To say that she was to attend today's festivities would be a much better descriptor, in her mind, though she would do her best to hide any hint of the fact. Perhaps, under less crowded constraints, and without the pressure of trying to entertain the King and his two daughters, Cyrene would have enjoyed a stroll along the docks. Gods knew she'd found herself here more than a few times throughout her childhood, and she'd had fond memories of running about with Dione and Adrestus...
And now, her King was throwing an art festival in honor of his artist-in-residence. Cyrene couldn't even begin to imagine how excited Rene was. Looking out at the ships that lined the harbour, the twenty-one-year-old couldn't help but think that this seemed a bit extravagant. An art festival, all for an artist. Yet, this was the King, of course, and the second of Dastros and Ianthe's daughters had never been as materialistic as most of the young ladies of her age at court. That was not to say that she didn't put any effort into her appearance, of course, but she'd never had a great love for primping and preening like a peacock ready for display, so she certainly was not the most fashionable lady at court.
Today, Cyrene had put a bit more thought into her appearance than usual, considering she was to join her parents in hosting King Minas' art festival. So, she'd opted for a light grey chiton that shimmered silver in the sunlight, and wrapped a himation of Nikolaos crimson around herself, embroidered at the edges with white trim. She kept her adornment plain: simple silver hairpins embellished with pearls to fasten the crown braid she'd twisted with care, and thick, matching silver cuffs on her wrists. Perhaps if she dressed this way more often than special, she'd find more attention with suitors. Yet, she wasn't sure that she wanted that just yet.
Cyrene stayed at the side of her parents at the start of the festival, determined only to draw as little attention to herself as possible. Of course, when the Xanthos family arrived, Cyrene's family was primed and ready to greet them with all the grace expected of a noble house. Cyrene was no exception.
Bowing her head and giving a deep curtsy to both her King and his daughters, "Your Majesty," and "Your Royal Highnesses" were the only words she hoped to pass her lips. She was close in age to Princess Persephone, yes, but they had never spoken any more than a few words here and there, and furthermore, Cyrene could hardly think of a reality in which she was close friends with the girl. Cyrene was noble, yes, but not a royal. She would not dare to presume that Persephone of Xanthos would want any more than a passing conversation with her.
Perhaps, this is why the girl's eyes widened ever so slightly when she was pulled to Adrestus' side, her gaze quickly turning to him as she came to the realization that this meant that she would have to actually speak with the princesses. One mistake and Cyrene could quickly find a storm of troubles hovering over her. As she watched her brother, the twenty-one-year-old couldn't help but wonder where Adrestus' ease in speaking to royalty had come from, as she certainly hadn't acquired it.
Yet, it would be perceived as awkward for her to stand there mute, so Cyrene entered the conversation with all the courtesy of a well-learned courtier. "We truly couldn't be happier to have him home." A small smile tugged at the corners of the Nikolaos' lips as her gaze turned to the Xanthos princesses. "Princess Persephone, Princess Emilia. I pray your journey to Magnestis was swift and pleasant?"
Cyrene's gaze moved from the princesses to that of Lord Mateos and Lady Vasia of Antonis as the elder princess announced their presence, bowing her head ever so slightly in deference. "Lord Mateos, Lady Vasia. It is truly a pleasure to have you among our company for today's festivities."
To say that Cyrene did not want to be here was just a bit too harsh. To say that she was to attend today's festivities would be a much better descriptor, in her mind, though she would do her best to hide any hint of the fact. Perhaps, under less crowded constraints, and without the pressure of trying to entertain the King and his two daughters, Cyrene would have enjoyed a stroll along the docks. Gods knew she'd found herself here more than a few times throughout her childhood, and she'd had fond memories of running about with Dione and Adrestus...
And now, her King was throwing an art festival in honor of his artist-in-residence. Cyrene couldn't even begin to imagine how excited Rene was. Looking out at the ships that lined the harbour, the twenty-one-year-old couldn't help but think that this seemed a bit extravagant. An art festival, all for an artist. Yet, this was the King, of course, and the second of Dastros and Ianthe's daughters had never been as materialistic as most of the young ladies of her age at court. That was not to say that she didn't put any effort into her appearance, of course, but she'd never had a great love for primping and preening like a peacock ready for display, so she certainly was not the most fashionable lady at court.
Today, Cyrene had put a bit more thought into her appearance than usual, considering she was to join her parents in hosting King Minas' art festival. So, she'd opted for a light grey chiton that shimmered silver in the sunlight, and wrapped a himation of Nikolaos crimson around herself, embroidered at the edges with white trim. She kept her adornment plain: simple silver hairpins embellished with pearls to fasten the crown braid she'd twisted with care, and thick, matching silver cuffs on her wrists. Perhaps if she dressed this way more often than special, she'd find more attention with suitors. Yet, she wasn't sure that she wanted that just yet.
Cyrene stayed at the side of her parents at the start of the festival, determined only to draw as little attention to herself as possible. Of course, when the Xanthos family arrived, Cyrene's family was primed and ready to greet them with all the grace expected of a noble house. Cyrene was no exception.
Bowing her head and giving a deep curtsy to both her King and his daughters, "Your Majesty," and "Your Royal Highnesses" were the only words she hoped to pass her lips. She was close in age to Princess Persephone, yes, but they had never spoken any more than a few words here and there, and furthermore, Cyrene could hardly think of a reality in which she was close friends with the girl. Cyrene was noble, yes, but not a royal. She would not dare to presume that Persephone of Xanthos would want any more than a passing conversation with her.
Perhaps, this is why the girl's eyes widened ever so slightly when she was pulled to Adrestus' side, her gaze quickly turning to him as she came to the realization that this meant that she would have to actually speak with the princesses. One mistake and Cyrene could quickly find a storm of troubles hovering over her. As she watched her brother, the twenty-one-year-old couldn't help but wonder where Adrestus' ease in speaking to royalty had come from, as she certainly hadn't acquired it.
Yet, it would be perceived as awkward for her to stand there mute, so Cyrene entered the conversation with all the courtesy of a well-learned courtier. "We truly couldn't be happier to have him home." A small smile tugged at the corners of the Nikolaos' lips as her gaze turned to the Xanthos princesses. "Princess Persephone, Princess Emilia. I pray your journey to Magnestis was swift and pleasant?"
Cyrene's gaze moved from the princesses to that of Lord Mateos and Lady Vasia of Antonis as the elder princess announced their presence, bowing her head ever so slightly in deference. "Lord Mateos, Lady Vasia. It is truly a pleasure to have you among our company for today's festivities."
Sometimes, Vasia mused as she looked up at her older brother, talking to Mateos was like trying to have a conversation with a rock. To say that small talk was not his forte was like saying the desert could be a little sandy, and she suppressed a sigh at her slip up that would no doubt have lodged itself like a slight with the man beside her. “Soon enough, Mateos, I am sure.” she replied, not giving the mishap any more attention than that as they wandered onward. Pressing her lips together in what on anyone else might have been described as a pout, Vasia could almost feel her brother’s thoughts turning inwards, amd so she had cast her eyes about for a point of interest, smiling as she found the Antonis ship amongst the many painted vessels.
“Wonderous indeed” Vasia agreed, and she would have slowed her steps a little to more appreciate the view but Mateos seemed to stumble upon some urgency, so instead she found herself almost trotting to keep up. She gave a firm yank on his elbow. “ Slow down or I shall stick out my foot and trip you” she said quietly, not letting her smile slip as she directed it at a face she recognised. “ This gown was not designed for running in”. Thankfully, her brother deigned to adjust his pace to something more reasonable as he directed them towards where a minstrel had taken up playing. And it would seem had drawn both their hosts and the royal family to his side.
Slipping her arm gently from Mateos’ so she was able to offer a neat curtsey.” Your Majesty” the Lady Antonis looked first to the King and then Vasia gifted the Princess Persephone a warm smile. “ Well met your highnesses” she extended the greeting towards the younger Princess too. “Indeed it is a beautiful place to travel out to.“
The Lady Antonis turned blue eyes upon their hosting family then too, searching out Cyrene who had spoken and welcomed them so sweetly. Her brother, Hyla, was a good boy, in service to her cousin, and so Vasia had time for the boy’s elder sister.
“We should be thanking you for hosting such an event my lady Cyrene. So unusual, it is good to have a reason to drag my brother away from the city to enjoy the day”
Gently, she drew Mateos into the conversation, knowing that sometimes his aloofness could be intimidating to those who did not know him, before she herself turned back to the princesses.
“Have you a Xanthos ship in the proceedings? I can’t imagine not? We have spotted an Antonis one though we do not knew which of the family has arranged for such. Truly, it all makes for a rather breath taking sight, doesn’t it?”
She looked out to the harbour again, her enthusiasm worn sweetly upon her face.
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Sometimes, Vasia mused as she looked up at her older brother, talking to Mateos was like trying to have a conversation with a rock. To say that small talk was not his forte was like saying the desert could be a little sandy, and she suppressed a sigh at her slip up that would no doubt have lodged itself like a slight with the man beside her. “Soon enough, Mateos, I am sure.” she replied, not giving the mishap any more attention than that as they wandered onward. Pressing her lips together in what on anyone else might have been described as a pout, Vasia could almost feel her brother’s thoughts turning inwards, amd so she had cast her eyes about for a point of interest, smiling as she found the Antonis ship amongst the many painted vessels.
“Wonderous indeed” Vasia agreed, and she would have slowed her steps a little to more appreciate the view but Mateos seemed to stumble upon some urgency, so instead she found herself almost trotting to keep up. She gave a firm yank on his elbow. “ Slow down or I shall stick out my foot and trip you” she said quietly, not letting her smile slip as she directed it at a face she recognised. “ This gown was not designed for running in”. Thankfully, her brother deigned to adjust his pace to something more reasonable as he directed them towards where a minstrel had taken up playing. And it would seem had drawn both their hosts and the royal family to his side.
Slipping her arm gently from Mateos’ so she was able to offer a neat curtsey.” Your Majesty” the Lady Antonis looked first to the King and then Vasia gifted the Princess Persephone a warm smile. “ Well met your highnesses” she extended the greeting towards the younger Princess too. “Indeed it is a beautiful place to travel out to.“
The Lady Antonis turned blue eyes upon their hosting family then too, searching out Cyrene who had spoken and welcomed them so sweetly. Her brother, Hyla, was a good boy, in service to her cousin, and so Vasia had time for the boy’s elder sister.
“We should be thanking you for hosting such an event my lady Cyrene. So unusual, it is good to have a reason to drag my brother away from the city to enjoy the day”
Gently, she drew Mateos into the conversation, knowing that sometimes his aloofness could be intimidating to those who did not know him, before she herself turned back to the princesses.
“Have you a Xanthos ship in the proceedings? I can’t imagine not? We have spotted an Antonis one though we do not knew which of the family has arranged for such. Truly, it all makes for a rather breath taking sight, doesn’t it?”
She looked out to the harbour again, her enthusiasm worn sweetly upon her face.
Sometimes, Vasia mused as she looked up at her older brother, talking to Mateos was like trying to have a conversation with a rock. To say that small talk was not his forte was like saying the desert could be a little sandy, and she suppressed a sigh at her slip up that would no doubt have lodged itself like a slight with the man beside her. “Soon enough, Mateos, I am sure.” she replied, not giving the mishap any more attention than that as they wandered onward. Pressing her lips together in what on anyone else might have been described as a pout, Vasia could almost feel her brother’s thoughts turning inwards, amd so she had cast her eyes about for a point of interest, smiling as she found the Antonis ship amongst the many painted vessels.
“Wonderous indeed” Vasia agreed, and she would have slowed her steps a little to more appreciate the view but Mateos seemed to stumble upon some urgency, so instead she found herself almost trotting to keep up. She gave a firm yank on his elbow. “ Slow down or I shall stick out my foot and trip you” she said quietly, not letting her smile slip as she directed it at a face she recognised. “ This gown was not designed for running in”. Thankfully, her brother deigned to adjust his pace to something more reasonable as he directed them towards where a minstrel had taken up playing. And it would seem had drawn both their hosts and the royal family to his side.
Slipping her arm gently from Mateos’ so she was able to offer a neat curtsey.” Your Majesty” the Lady Antonis looked first to the King and then Vasia gifted the Princess Persephone a warm smile. “ Well met your highnesses” she extended the greeting towards the younger Princess too. “Indeed it is a beautiful place to travel out to.“
The Lady Antonis turned blue eyes upon their hosting family then too, searching out Cyrene who had spoken and welcomed them so sweetly. Her brother, Hyla, was a good boy, in service to her cousin, and so Vasia had time for the boy’s elder sister.
“We should be thanking you for hosting such an event my lady Cyrene. So unusual, it is good to have a reason to drag my brother away from the city to enjoy the day”
Gently, she drew Mateos into the conversation, knowing that sometimes his aloofness could be intimidating to those who did not know him, before she herself turned back to the princesses.
“Have you a Xanthos ship in the proceedings? I can’t imagine not? We have spotted an Antonis one though we do not knew which of the family has arranged for such. Truly, it all makes for a rather breath taking sight, doesn’t it?”
She looked out to the harbour again, her enthusiasm worn sweetly upon her face.
As each of the royals and nobles made their greetings, their curtseys and their bows, it was almost comical how many had to be made to how many individuals. But this was the way of the noble echelons of rank. And to avoid an appropriately respectful greeting simple because it was a little odd in the current circumstance could have ripples of consequences out across the courtly circles of society. Instead, it was simply the training of every noble and royal young woman to smooth the transitions and processes with as much ease and grace as possible, ensuring that all intricacies of formality were observed and without stepping upon anyone else's toes or pride.
When the Lady Cyrene was brought to her brother's side, Persephone smiled with genuine warmth as she the young Nikolaos girl greeted them. She knew Dione a little but Cyrene was cut from a shyer variety of cloth - or so Persephone had been led to believe by the ears and tongues of her ladies’ maids - meaning that it was rare to catch her at court events so as to form a relationship. She was pleased to at least now make her acquaintance...
"Most pleasant and without consequence, I assure you." Persephone responded with all the demurity of a princess of the realm. She deliberately neglected to mention the fact that Dastros really needed to see about preparing the main road in from Arcana. She was fairly certain she'd have bruises on her rear come the morning. But there was no need to mention such a thing now. Instead, she would simply make an enquiry as to the whether the comfort level of the road was suitable for carriages in her next missive to the barony and have the man test it for himself, correct the issue and then be spared any embarrassment being responsible for a royal’s discomfort. These meetings were all a careful chess game of politeness and clever word-play, after all.
Her father quickly identified another reason for why these events - regardless of the activity or celebration in question - were so designed to be attended. He spoke calmly and directly to Lord Mateos after introductions were made and received and his words were friendly but firm -
'Lord Mateos. A pleasant surprise. I need to arrange with you a meet regarding the training of three of your provincial units. Perhaps you would be able to travel to the capitol three days hence with the information required?' The words were a friendly offer of invitation - as if the two of them had been friends for years (which they sort of had) - but the fact that Minas was the King made the entire thing an order.
When missives were sent for audiences, people could delay, they could pretend they had not received the letter, they could write back with trivial questions, claiming to need the answers before they could arrange anything. They could, in short, arrange the required meeting for a time that suited them rather than what suited the crown. And whilst Persephone, nor her father, would ever think of Lord Mateos (a man of determined efficiency and dutiful honour) to use such manipulations, events like this allowed the royal family to cut out the middle man. With a simple, friendly comment - just a few short sentences - the noble in question was tied into an agreement that they could not refuse. A far more efficient system that used less clay, parchment, ink and time.
Knowledgeable of the information her father needed from the Antonis lord, Persephone smiled at his sister, Vasia, knowing that her intellect would have her curious and her affection for her brother potentially concerned; her smile offered the reassurance that it was nothing to be concerned about, nor serious, and that her father was simply taking the opportunity where he found it.
Noticing one of the passing servants in Nikolaos livery that was offering a tray of goblets about the noble visitors, Persephone was tempted to offer her friend Vasia a drink but this was not her event and while it was her right, it was not her place to commandeer it. Though she confessed herself (if only in her own mind) to be curious as to the pure water in the cups that seemed to sport little pink flowers floating on the surface...
Instead of seeking an answer - she would wait until she was offered such a beverage - she returned to the Lady Vasia's question with a knowing and slightly smug smile upon her lips.
"Indeed." She agreed at the lady's assurance that Xanthos would have a ship in the contest. Despite the small number of provinces that the House of Xanthos claimed, all three of them had a coastline and were in some way predominant in seafaring or oceanic trade. It would be as unthinkable for Xanthos not to have a dog in the race as it would for Stravos to be absent. The fact that the Antonis had a ship to offer was a slight surprise as most of their provinces were landlocked. But, on the flip side of this, Antonis was famous for their military might. And as most battles were fought overseas, it was a good opportunity to display the glory of the soldiers a vessel might carry into war.
She looked out over the ships offered for the judgement that would be passed in a few hours. Part of the fun, after all, was witnessing the decorations going onto the boats and gazing in interest as different ship rigged up their sails and displayed the painted patterns that had been designed to billow out with the gentle breeze.
"We have several ships in the contest but, in all honesty, I am pleased simply by the number of people here." She told the woman, looking out over the crowds. "Events such as these have an optimistic effect on the peerage, regardless of which House secures the glory of victor." Her smile turned into a broader one at the passing of several children with their faces painted running through the street.
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As each of the royals and nobles made their greetings, their curtseys and their bows, it was almost comical how many had to be made to how many individuals. But this was the way of the noble echelons of rank. And to avoid an appropriately respectful greeting simple because it was a little odd in the current circumstance could have ripples of consequences out across the courtly circles of society. Instead, it was simply the training of every noble and royal young woman to smooth the transitions and processes with as much ease and grace as possible, ensuring that all intricacies of formality were observed and without stepping upon anyone else's toes or pride.
When the Lady Cyrene was brought to her brother's side, Persephone smiled with genuine warmth as she the young Nikolaos girl greeted them. She knew Dione a little but Cyrene was cut from a shyer variety of cloth - or so Persephone had been led to believe by the ears and tongues of her ladies’ maids - meaning that it was rare to catch her at court events so as to form a relationship. She was pleased to at least now make her acquaintance...
"Most pleasant and without consequence, I assure you." Persephone responded with all the demurity of a princess of the realm. She deliberately neglected to mention the fact that Dastros really needed to see about preparing the main road in from Arcana. She was fairly certain she'd have bruises on her rear come the morning. But there was no need to mention such a thing now. Instead, she would simply make an enquiry as to the whether the comfort level of the road was suitable for carriages in her next missive to the barony and have the man test it for himself, correct the issue and then be spared any embarrassment being responsible for a royal’s discomfort. These meetings were all a careful chess game of politeness and clever word-play, after all.
Her father quickly identified another reason for why these events - regardless of the activity or celebration in question - were so designed to be attended. He spoke calmly and directly to Lord Mateos after introductions were made and received and his words were friendly but firm -
'Lord Mateos. A pleasant surprise. I need to arrange with you a meet regarding the training of three of your provincial units. Perhaps you would be able to travel to the capitol three days hence with the information required?' The words were a friendly offer of invitation - as if the two of them had been friends for years (which they sort of had) - but the fact that Minas was the King made the entire thing an order.
When missives were sent for audiences, people could delay, they could pretend they had not received the letter, they could write back with trivial questions, claiming to need the answers before they could arrange anything. They could, in short, arrange the required meeting for a time that suited them rather than what suited the crown. And whilst Persephone, nor her father, would ever think of Lord Mateos (a man of determined efficiency and dutiful honour) to use such manipulations, events like this allowed the royal family to cut out the middle man. With a simple, friendly comment - just a few short sentences - the noble in question was tied into an agreement that they could not refuse. A far more efficient system that used less clay, parchment, ink and time.
Knowledgeable of the information her father needed from the Antonis lord, Persephone smiled at his sister, Vasia, knowing that her intellect would have her curious and her affection for her brother potentially concerned; her smile offered the reassurance that it was nothing to be concerned about, nor serious, and that her father was simply taking the opportunity where he found it.
Noticing one of the passing servants in Nikolaos livery that was offering a tray of goblets about the noble visitors, Persephone was tempted to offer her friend Vasia a drink but this was not her event and while it was her right, it was not her place to commandeer it. Though she confessed herself (if only in her own mind) to be curious as to the pure water in the cups that seemed to sport little pink flowers floating on the surface...
Instead of seeking an answer - she would wait until she was offered such a beverage - she returned to the Lady Vasia's question with a knowing and slightly smug smile upon her lips.
"Indeed." She agreed at the lady's assurance that Xanthos would have a ship in the contest. Despite the small number of provinces that the House of Xanthos claimed, all three of them had a coastline and were in some way predominant in seafaring or oceanic trade. It would be as unthinkable for Xanthos not to have a dog in the race as it would for Stravos to be absent. The fact that the Antonis had a ship to offer was a slight surprise as most of their provinces were landlocked. But, on the flip side of this, Antonis was famous for their military might. And as most battles were fought overseas, it was a good opportunity to display the glory of the soldiers a vessel might carry into war.
She looked out over the ships offered for the judgement that would be passed in a few hours. Part of the fun, after all, was witnessing the decorations going onto the boats and gazing in interest as different ship rigged up their sails and displayed the painted patterns that had been designed to billow out with the gentle breeze.
"We have several ships in the contest but, in all honesty, I am pleased simply by the number of people here." She told the woman, looking out over the crowds. "Events such as these have an optimistic effect on the peerage, regardless of which House secures the glory of victor." Her smile turned into a broader one at the passing of several children with their faces painted running through the street.
As each of the royals and nobles made their greetings, their curtseys and their bows, it was almost comical how many had to be made to how many individuals. But this was the way of the noble echelons of rank. And to avoid an appropriately respectful greeting simple because it was a little odd in the current circumstance could have ripples of consequences out across the courtly circles of society. Instead, it was simply the training of every noble and royal young woman to smooth the transitions and processes with as much ease and grace as possible, ensuring that all intricacies of formality were observed and without stepping upon anyone else's toes or pride.
When the Lady Cyrene was brought to her brother's side, Persephone smiled with genuine warmth as she the young Nikolaos girl greeted them. She knew Dione a little but Cyrene was cut from a shyer variety of cloth - or so Persephone had been led to believe by the ears and tongues of her ladies’ maids - meaning that it was rare to catch her at court events so as to form a relationship. She was pleased to at least now make her acquaintance...
"Most pleasant and without consequence, I assure you." Persephone responded with all the demurity of a princess of the realm. She deliberately neglected to mention the fact that Dastros really needed to see about preparing the main road in from Arcana. She was fairly certain she'd have bruises on her rear come the morning. But there was no need to mention such a thing now. Instead, she would simply make an enquiry as to the whether the comfort level of the road was suitable for carriages in her next missive to the barony and have the man test it for himself, correct the issue and then be spared any embarrassment being responsible for a royal’s discomfort. These meetings were all a careful chess game of politeness and clever word-play, after all.
Her father quickly identified another reason for why these events - regardless of the activity or celebration in question - were so designed to be attended. He spoke calmly and directly to Lord Mateos after introductions were made and received and his words were friendly but firm -
'Lord Mateos. A pleasant surprise. I need to arrange with you a meet regarding the training of three of your provincial units. Perhaps you would be able to travel to the capitol three days hence with the information required?' The words were a friendly offer of invitation - as if the two of them had been friends for years (which they sort of had) - but the fact that Minas was the King made the entire thing an order.
When missives were sent for audiences, people could delay, they could pretend they had not received the letter, they could write back with trivial questions, claiming to need the answers before they could arrange anything. They could, in short, arrange the required meeting for a time that suited them rather than what suited the crown. And whilst Persephone, nor her father, would ever think of Lord Mateos (a man of determined efficiency and dutiful honour) to use such manipulations, events like this allowed the royal family to cut out the middle man. With a simple, friendly comment - just a few short sentences - the noble in question was tied into an agreement that they could not refuse. A far more efficient system that used less clay, parchment, ink and time.
Knowledgeable of the information her father needed from the Antonis lord, Persephone smiled at his sister, Vasia, knowing that her intellect would have her curious and her affection for her brother potentially concerned; her smile offered the reassurance that it was nothing to be concerned about, nor serious, and that her father was simply taking the opportunity where he found it.
Noticing one of the passing servants in Nikolaos livery that was offering a tray of goblets about the noble visitors, Persephone was tempted to offer her friend Vasia a drink but this was not her event and while it was her right, it was not her place to commandeer it. Though she confessed herself (if only in her own mind) to be curious as to the pure water in the cups that seemed to sport little pink flowers floating on the surface...
Instead of seeking an answer - she would wait until she was offered such a beverage - she returned to the Lady Vasia's question with a knowing and slightly smug smile upon her lips.
"Indeed." She agreed at the lady's assurance that Xanthos would have a ship in the contest. Despite the small number of provinces that the House of Xanthos claimed, all three of them had a coastline and were in some way predominant in seafaring or oceanic trade. It would be as unthinkable for Xanthos not to have a dog in the race as it would for Stravos to be absent. The fact that the Antonis had a ship to offer was a slight surprise as most of their provinces were landlocked. But, on the flip side of this, Antonis was famous for their military might. And as most battles were fought overseas, it was a good opportunity to display the glory of the soldiers a vessel might carry into war.
She looked out over the ships offered for the judgement that would be passed in a few hours. Part of the fun, after all, was witnessing the decorations going onto the boats and gazing in interest as different ship rigged up their sails and displayed the painted patterns that had been designed to billow out with the gentle breeze.
"We have several ships in the contest but, in all honesty, I am pleased simply by the number of people here." She told the woman, looking out over the crowds. "Events such as these have an optimistic effect on the peerage, regardless of which House secures the glory of victor." Her smile turned into a broader one at the passing of several children with their faces painted running through the street.
And you will behave.
Daniil of Marikas did her best not to give her father an irritated look or eye roll. They would be attending the event in honor of Exedias the painter. The moment that Pavlos turned on his heel and walked off, no stalked off, Danii actually did roll her dark eyes.
The youngest of the Marikas trio was known throughout the realm for many things, though mostly for her horsemanship and her tomboy manner, much to the chagrin of her parents and her sisters.
The other difference between the young brunette and her sisters was that she enjoyed actually watching evernts tied to the water. She did not just show up to these events just to be seen, something that her elder sister, Agathe, had chided her for in the past.
Danii was the first of the family to finish her breakfast and she returned back to her room to get ready. She could see from her window that the day was going to be very nice for the event, clear and bright.
Lethe, one of her pesonal servants came back into the room with her clothes for the gather and Daniil was inpressed. She had chosen wisely for her mistress, choosing a gown that went well with her dark looks and consisting of a chiton of a pale gold and decorated with the motif of grape vines and leaves. That covered a deep blue himation that declared she was doing her best to appear to be a lady dispite her reputation. Her dark hair was plainted with a ribbion of a lighter blue and gold to accentuate her gown. Hwe jewery was just as delicate as her chiton in a complimentary manner.
The family had traveled to Magnestis the day before the festival and Daniil spent as much of that time out of doors and away from her family.
She was quiet and likely didstracted as they traelled to the chosen location for the event. The monet she saw it, she could have danced her way out of the carriage. They were going to be on the water and that made for a very happy Daniil and that meant that her smile was actually bonefide and not fake like she had done so menay times before int the past.
She was helped out of the carriage by one of the family's male slaves, careful to not step on her goawn as she moved. Once she was stnaing on the ground and waiting for the rest of the family that had come with he to disembark, her dark eyes took in all the ships and their bright colors. Instinctively she searched for the boat owned by her father.
Daniil continued to smile as her eyes came to rest on her uncle, the King, and her cousins, She would have to go with the family to greet them, but that would come when her father deemed that it was time for it to be done.
Finally that time came and she found hereslf before them curtsing to all there with a soft murmmur of "Your Majesty." for her uncle and murmmurs of "Your Highnesses." for her cousins.
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And you will behave.
Daniil of Marikas did her best not to give her father an irritated look or eye roll. They would be attending the event in honor of Exedias the painter. The moment that Pavlos turned on his heel and walked off, no stalked off, Danii actually did roll her dark eyes.
The youngest of the Marikas trio was known throughout the realm for many things, though mostly for her horsemanship and her tomboy manner, much to the chagrin of her parents and her sisters.
The other difference between the young brunette and her sisters was that she enjoyed actually watching evernts tied to the water. She did not just show up to these events just to be seen, something that her elder sister, Agathe, had chided her for in the past.
Danii was the first of the family to finish her breakfast and she returned back to her room to get ready. She could see from her window that the day was going to be very nice for the event, clear and bright.
Lethe, one of her pesonal servants came back into the room with her clothes for the gather and Daniil was inpressed. She had chosen wisely for her mistress, choosing a gown that went well with her dark looks and consisting of a chiton of a pale gold and decorated with the motif of grape vines and leaves. That covered a deep blue himation that declared she was doing her best to appear to be a lady dispite her reputation. Her dark hair was plainted with a ribbion of a lighter blue and gold to accentuate her gown. Hwe jewery was just as delicate as her chiton in a complimentary manner.
The family had traveled to Magnestis the day before the festival and Daniil spent as much of that time out of doors and away from her family.
She was quiet and likely didstracted as they traelled to the chosen location for the event. The monet she saw it, she could have danced her way out of the carriage. They were going to be on the water and that made for a very happy Daniil and that meant that her smile was actually bonefide and not fake like she had done so menay times before int the past.
She was helped out of the carriage by one of the family's male slaves, careful to not step on her goawn as she moved. Once she was stnaing on the ground and waiting for the rest of the family that had come with he to disembark, her dark eyes took in all the ships and their bright colors. Instinctively she searched for the boat owned by her father.
Daniil continued to smile as her eyes came to rest on her uncle, the King, and her cousins, She would have to go with the family to greet them, but that would come when her father deemed that it was time for it to be done.
Finally that time came and she found hereslf before them curtsing to all there with a soft murmmur of "Your Majesty." for her uncle and murmmurs of "Your Highnesses." for her cousins.
And you will behave.
Daniil of Marikas did her best not to give her father an irritated look or eye roll. They would be attending the event in honor of Exedias the painter. The moment that Pavlos turned on his heel and walked off, no stalked off, Danii actually did roll her dark eyes.
The youngest of the Marikas trio was known throughout the realm for many things, though mostly for her horsemanship and her tomboy manner, much to the chagrin of her parents and her sisters.
The other difference between the young brunette and her sisters was that she enjoyed actually watching evernts tied to the water. She did not just show up to these events just to be seen, something that her elder sister, Agathe, had chided her for in the past.
Danii was the first of the family to finish her breakfast and she returned back to her room to get ready. She could see from her window that the day was going to be very nice for the event, clear and bright.
Lethe, one of her pesonal servants came back into the room with her clothes for the gather and Daniil was inpressed. She had chosen wisely for her mistress, choosing a gown that went well with her dark looks and consisting of a chiton of a pale gold and decorated with the motif of grape vines and leaves. That covered a deep blue himation that declared she was doing her best to appear to be a lady dispite her reputation. Her dark hair was plainted with a ribbion of a lighter blue and gold to accentuate her gown. Hwe jewery was just as delicate as her chiton in a complimentary manner.
The family had traveled to Magnestis the day before the festival and Daniil spent as much of that time out of doors and away from her family.
She was quiet and likely didstracted as they traelled to the chosen location for the event. The monet she saw it, she could have danced her way out of the carriage. They were going to be on the water and that made for a very happy Daniil and that meant that her smile was actually bonefide and not fake like she had done so menay times before int the past.
She was helped out of the carriage by one of the family's male slaves, careful to not step on her goawn as she moved. Once she was stnaing on the ground and waiting for the rest of the family that had come with he to disembark, her dark eyes took in all the ships and their bright colors. Instinctively she searched for the boat owned by her father.
Daniil continued to smile as her eyes came to rest on her uncle, the King, and her cousins, She would have to go with the family to greet them, but that would come when her father deemed that it was time for it to be done.
Finally that time came and she found hereslf before them curtsing to all there with a soft murmmur of "Your Majesty." for her uncle and murmmurs of "Your Highnesses." for her cousins.
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As the young Lady Daniil of the House of Marikas approaches the growing community of nobles on the side of the docklands, the mass of royal and noble guests has started to cause problems for labourers and dockworkers who can no longer mak their pathways to and from the ships still being decorated. In a scuffle, misstep and knock, one of the noble ladies is knocked into the waters of the Magnestis harbour!
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As the young Lady Daniil of the House of Marikas approaches the growing community of nobles on the side of the docklands, the mass of royal and noble guests has started to cause problems for labourers and dockworkers who can no longer mak their pathways to and from the ships still being decorated. In a scuffle, misstep and knock, one of the noble ladies is knocked into the waters of the Magnestis harbour!
Curveball Wings of the Sea
As the young Lady Daniil of the House of Marikas approaches the growing community of nobles on the side of the docklands, the mass of royal and noble guests has started to cause problems for labourers and dockworkers who can no longer mak their pathways to and from the ships still being decorated. In a scuffle, misstep and knock, one of the noble ladies is knocked into the waters of the Magnestis harbour!
At the arrival of the Marikas family, Persephone behaved as her station was required. Never moving to leave Vasia alone and therefore allowing their conversation to continue, she tilted her shoulders and attention slightly so that it might include the newly arrived Lady Daniil whom, after greeting her father the king, was quick to also show her politeness to the two princesses.
Whilst the Marikas family were an ambitious and proud bunch, the Lady Daniil had always come across to Persephone - on the times they had met growing up - to be more genuine than her sisters. Whilst Agathe loved her position of power within the courtly ladies of Athenia and Elena never seemed to hold the confidence to be herself - whomever that might be - Daniil seemed to have naturally taken another path and was almost defiantly candid.
Despite the two of them having little in common, that characteristic alone was enough to have Persephone naturally liking Daniil over her siblings and parents.
"Good day, Lady Daniil. So, good of your to attend. Perhaps you would care to-" her polite offer of the young woman joining them and their company as they headed for the raised platform at which they would sit to witness the judging of the competition was cut off by a vender passing by with a large barrel of wine. In an effort not to be run down by the labourer who could hardly see the Lady Daniil was forced to take a step backwards, gracefully and neatly stepping herself out of the man's path.
Unfortunately, this put her into the path of the main road along the edge of the docklands and that of the oncoming horse and cart.
"Lady Daniil be caref-" Again, Persephone's words - and the hand she had raised in warning were rendered redundant, when Daniil was knocked, upsetting her balance and sending her two quick steps backwards in an attempt to regain it, before her feet found only air and she fell dramatically backwards into the sea.
"Oh m-!" Persephone hurried several steps forward but was caught by a resisting arm of her guardsman.
There was little need for the man's concern, for the driver of the cart had immediately stopped when causing the Marikas daughter's knock but she submitted to his silent instruction to be careful. Walking a little more sedately, but still with a sense of hurried purpose, Persephone had no need to bid an apology to Lady Vasia and Lady Cyrene given the circumstances and, instead, darted around the vehicle and to the edge of the harbour.
Not a spot for descending to the waterline, Persephone had to look down several feet of bricked wall before she spotted the dark and very wet head of Daniil below. There was no way in which she would be able to climb up and, had the girl not been able to swim she would have drowned. But now they were left with two options - pulling her out of the water where she had fallen in - or the young woman swimming to the nearest set of stone steps, avoiding ropes, anchors, and the bellies of the ships themselves. Hardly a safe route of travel for a young noble woman.
Persephone looked around to her guardsmen, to Lord Mateos and Lord Adrestus. What were they to do to return her to the docks?
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At the arrival of the Marikas family, Persephone behaved as her station was required. Never moving to leave Vasia alone and therefore allowing their conversation to continue, she tilted her shoulders and attention slightly so that it might include the newly arrived Lady Daniil whom, after greeting her father the king, was quick to also show her politeness to the two princesses.
Whilst the Marikas family were an ambitious and proud bunch, the Lady Daniil had always come across to Persephone - on the times they had met growing up - to be more genuine than her sisters. Whilst Agathe loved her position of power within the courtly ladies of Athenia and Elena never seemed to hold the confidence to be herself - whomever that might be - Daniil seemed to have naturally taken another path and was almost defiantly candid.
Despite the two of them having little in common, that characteristic alone was enough to have Persephone naturally liking Daniil over her siblings and parents.
"Good day, Lady Daniil. So, good of your to attend. Perhaps you would care to-" her polite offer of the young woman joining them and their company as they headed for the raised platform at which they would sit to witness the judging of the competition was cut off by a vender passing by with a large barrel of wine. In an effort not to be run down by the labourer who could hardly see the Lady Daniil was forced to take a step backwards, gracefully and neatly stepping herself out of the man's path.
Unfortunately, this put her into the path of the main road along the edge of the docklands and that of the oncoming horse and cart.
"Lady Daniil be caref-" Again, Persephone's words - and the hand she had raised in warning were rendered redundant, when Daniil was knocked, upsetting her balance and sending her two quick steps backwards in an attempt to regain it, before her feet found only air and she fell dramatically backwards into the sea.
"Oh m-!" Persephone hurried several steps forward but was caught by a resisting arm of her guardsman.
There was little need for the man's concern, for the driver of the cart had immediately stopped when causing the Marikas daughter's knock but she submitted to his silent instruction to be careful. Walking a little more sedately, but still with a sense of hurried purpose, Persephone had no need to bid an apology to Lady Vasia and Lady Cyrene given the circumstances and, instead, darted around the vehicle and to the edge of the harbour.
Not a spot for descending to the waterline, Persephone had to look down several feet of bricked wall before she spotted the dark and very wet head of Daniil below. There was no way in which she would be able to climb up and, had the girl not been able to swim she would have drowned. But now they were left with two options - pulling her out of the water where she had fallen in - or the young woman swimming to the nearest set of stone steps, avoiding ropes, anchors, and the bellies of the ships themselves. Hardly a safe route of travel for a young noble woman.
Persephone looked around to her guardsmen, to Lord Mateos and Lord Adrestus. What were they to do to return her to the docks?
At the arrival of the Marikas family, Persephone behaved as her station was required. Never moving to leave Vasia alone and therefore allowing their conversation to continue, she tilted her shoulders and attention slightly so that it might include the newly arrived Lady Daniil whom, after greeting her father the king, was quick to also show her politeness to the two princesses.
Whilst the Marikas family were an ambitious and proud bunch, the Lady Daniil had always come across to Persephone - on the times they had met growing up - to be more genuine than her sisters. Whilst Agathe loved her position of power within the courtly ladies of Athenia and Elena never seemed to hold the confidence to be herself - whomever that might be - Daniil seemed to have naturally taken another path and was almost defiantly candid.
Despite the two of them having little in common, that characteristic alone was enough to have Persephone naturally liking Daniil over her siblings and parents.
"Good day, Lady Daniil. So, good of your to attend. Perhaps you would care to-" her polite offer of the young woman joining them and their company as they headed for the raised platform at which they would sit to witness the judging of the competition was cut off by a vender passing by with a large barrel of wine. In an effort not to be run down by the labourer who could hardly see the Lady Daniil was forced to take a step backwards, gracefully and neatly stepping herself out of the man's path.
Unfortunately, this put her into the path of the main road along the edge of the docklands and that of the oncoming horse and cart.
"Lady Daniil be caref-" Again, Persephone's words - and the hand she had raised in warning were rendered redundant, when Daniil was knocked, upsetting her balance and sending her two quick steps backwards in an attempt to regain it, before her feet found only air and she fell dramatically backwards into the sea.
"Oh m-!" Persephone hurried several steps forward but was caught by a resisting arm of her guardsman.
There was little need for the man's concern, for the driver of the cart had immediately stopped when causing the Marikas daughter's knock but she submitted to his silent instruction to be careful. Walking a little more sedately, but still with a sense of hurried purpose, Persephone had no need to bid an apology to Lady Vasia and Lady Cyrene given the circumstances and, instead, darted around the vehicle and to the edge of the harbour.
Not a spot for descending to the waterline, Persephone had to look down several feet of bricked wall before she spotted the dark and very wet head of Daniil below. There was no way in which she would be able to climb up and, had the girl not been able to swim she would have drowned. But now they were left with two options - pulling her out of the water where she had fallen in - or the young woman swimming to the nearest set of stone steps, avoiding ropes, anchors, and the bellies of the ships themselves. Hardly a safe route of travel for a young noble woman.
Persephone looked around to her guardsmen, to Lord Mateos and Lord Adrestus. What were they to do to return her to the docks?
Even with Vasia dragging down his pace, Mateos still managed to make quick work of the space between the siblings and the Royals, and before long both stood before the Xanthos family and the entourage of nobles that had neared to make their own introductions. Dropping his arm to free himself of Vasia's hold, Mateos approached King Minas and fell into a deep, customary bow. "Your Majesty." He rose, turning to greet his daughter next, Princess Persephone. "Your Highness," he said gruffly, stiffly dipping into a second bow for her before awkwardly rising up to his full height. Although he towered over the woman by almost a full foot and could punt her across the harbor with ease if he so pleased, her presence still made him...uneasy. Women were so emotional, so fragile, he felt that if he even breathed in her direction that it might set off a hormonal explosion. Even the Princess, whom he had known for many years to be nothing more than courteous and levelheaded, gave him a twinge of anxiety. He gave several more bows in quick succession to the other Royals and nobles within the vicinity, mumbling a few polite greetings and thanks before he shuffled backwards, trying to draw attention away from his strained mannerisms by pushing Vasia into the spotlight instead.
Of course, he couldn't stray far, however, for he could feel the burning eyes of his King upon him. Mateos had to stifle a sigh of relief as he turned towards the ruler, listening intently as the King requested his presence (and knowledge) within three days time. "Of course, Your Majesty. Expect me there in two." Real man-to-man conversations, a King to his soldier; these were the interactions that kept Mateos on his toes but still didn't bring him near the level of agitation that the female of the species seemed to inflict on him.
With a new task to focus his time on, Mateos sought to slink away from the crowd, leaving Vasia to her socializing and him to the task of organizing the most relevant information on the progress of his units when a cry of distress erupted from the ladies behind him. Instinctively, he whipped around, hand on the hilt of his sword as he shot towards Princess Persephone, who stood a bit too near the waters' edge for his own comfort. He followed the Princess' gaze off the dock and into the water directly below, and there he saw an unmistakable case for a damsel in distress in the form of a very wet and very far down Lady Daniil. "My Lady, are you injured?" he down called to the noble, his aversion to being near the women overridden by his duty as a soldier to assist anyone in need. "Stand back," he warned, gesturing for the Princess to back away from the edge should anything go awry before crouching to the ground and laying on his belly. "Help me, man!" he called to the nearest of the guardsmen, and when he felt a grip secure around his ankles he began crawling forward and over the edge in a bid to reach the lady and pull her out himself.
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Even with Vasia dragging down his pace, Mateos still managed to make quick work of the space between the siblings and the Royals, and before long both stood before the Xanthos family and the entourage of nobles that had neared to make their own introductions. Dropping his arm to free himself of Vasia's hold, Mateos approached King Minas and fell into a deep, customary bow. "Your Majesty." He rose, turning to greet his daughter next, Princess Persephone. "Your Highness," he said gruffly, stiffly dipping into a second bow for her before awkwardly rising up to his full height. Although he towered over the woman by almost a full foot and could punt her across the harbor with ease if he so pleased, her presence still made him...uneasy. Women were so emotional, so fragile, he felt that if he even breathed in her direction that it might set off a hormonal explosion. Even the Princess, whom he had known for many years to be nothing more than courteous and levelheaded, gave him a twinge of anxiety. He gave several more bows in quick succession to the other Royals and nobles within the vicinity, mumbling a few polite greetings and thanks before he shuffled backwards, trying to draw attention away from his strained mannerisms by pushing Vasia into the spotlight instead.
Of course, he couldn't stray far, however, for he could feel the burning eyes of his King upon him. Mateos had to stifle a sigh of relief as he turned towards the ruler, listening intently as the King requested his presence (and knowledge) within three days time. "Of course, Your Majesty. Expect me there in two." Real man-to-man conversations, a King to his soldier; these were the interactions that kept Mateos on his toes but still didn't bring him near the level of agitation that the female of the species seemed to inflict on him.
With a new task to focus his time on, Mateos sought to slink away from the crowd, leaving Vasia to her socializing and him to the task of organizing the most relevant information on the progress of his units when a cry of distress erupted from the ladies behind him. Instinctively, he whipped around, hand on the hilt of his sword as he shot towards Princess Persephone, who stood a bit too near the waters' edge for his own comfort. He followed the Princess' gaze off the dock and into the water directly below, and there he saw an unmistakable case for a damsel in distress in the form of a very wet and very far down Lady Daniil. "My Lady, are you injured?" he down called to the noble, his aversion to being near the women overridden by his duty as a soldier to assist anyone in need. "Stand back," he warned, gesturing for the Princess to back away from the edge should anything go awry before crouching to the ground and laying on his belly. "Help me, man!" he called to the nearest of the guardsmen, and when he felt a grip secure around his ankles he began crawling forward and over the edge in a bid to reach the lady and pull her out himself.
Even with Vasia dragging down his pace, Mateos still managed to make quick work of the space between the siblings and the Royals, and before long both stood before the Xanthos family and the entourage of nobles that had neared to make their own introductions. Dropping his arm to free himself of Vasia's hold, Mateos approached King Minas and fell into a deep, customary bow. "Your Majesty." He rose, turning to greet his daughter next, Princess Persephone. "Your Highness," he said gruffly, stiffly dipping into a second bow for her before awkwardly rising up to his full height. Although he towered over the woman by almost a full foot and could punt her across the harbor with ease if he so pleased, her presence still made him...uneasy. Women were so emotional, so fragile, he felt that if he even breathed in her direction that it might set off a hormonal explosion. Even the Princess, whom he had known for many years to be nothing more than courteous and levelheaded, gave him a twinge of anxiety. He gave several more bows in quick succession to the other Royals and nobles within the vicinity, mumbling a few polite greetings and thanks before he shuffled backwards, trying to draw attention away from his strained mannerisms by pushing Vasia into the spotlight instead.
Of course, he couldn't stray far, however, for he could feel the burning eyes of his King upon him. Mateos had to stifle a sigh of relief as he turned towards the ruler, listening intently as the King requested his presence (and knowledge) within three days time. "Of course, Your Majesty. Expect me there in two." Real man-to-man conversations, a King to his soldier; these were the interactions that kept Mateos on his toes but still didn't bring him near the level of agitation that the female of the species seemed to inflict on him.
With a new task to focus his time on, Mateos sought to slink away from the crowd, leaving Vasia to her socializing and him to the task of organizing the most relevant information on the progress of his units when a cry of distress erupted from the ladies behind him. Instinctively, he whipped around, hand on the hilt of his sword as he shot towards Princess Persephone, who stood a bit too near the waters' edge for his own comfort. He followed the Princess' gaze off the dock and into the water directly below, and there he saw an unmistakable case for a damsel in distress in the form of a very wet and very far down Lady Daniil. "My Lady, are you injured?" he down called to the noble, his aversion to being near the women overridden by his duty as a soldier to assist anyone in need. "Stand back," he warned, gesturing for the Princess to back away from the edge should anything go awry before crouching to the ground and laying on his belly. "Help me, man!" he called to the nearest of the guardsmen, and when he felt a grip secure around his ankles he began crawling forward and over the edge in a bid to reach the lady and pull her out himself.