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Like a bird distracted by shiny objects, she almost didn't notice the Antonis lady breaking through the crowd to see them until Vasia was all but upon them, causing a very surprised look to enter her visage when she saw the woman. Had she not been with her sister not too long ago? Speaking of which...where was her sister? She had been enjoying conversation with the young Lady Hebe of Antonis quite well, Emilia had almost forgotten where she was supposed to be, and that she had arrievd at the event with Persephone. Hebe had been one of the closest to her age in courtly events, save her own cousin, but Emilia had found it far easier to converse with Hebe, for Danae always seemed to had other interests. They had many similarities, and really if not for Vasia's appearance, they both may have just wandered off somewhere.
She had smiled at Vasia when she appeared, but for a brief moment, her heart experienced a sinking sensation. Was she to return to her sister's side already?Not that Emilia didn't like spending time with Persephone. On the contrary, the Xanthos sister's were very close, and Emilia had spent many nights curled upon her sister's bed as she shared and regaled her with stories of her latest crush.
But having to remain by her side as she engaged in political banter and chit chat with nobility bored her, especially when the brunette princess was someone who seemed to be constantly moving. She met Hebe's rolling eyes, and hid a giggle behind her hands which she quickly straightened out when Vasia's eyes fell on hers with the suggestion that they took a look anyway. A smile bloomed on her lips, and Emilia nodded eagerly, and laughed as she fell into step next to Hebe's eager paces to the stalls.
It was like a melting pot of events happening as they swam into the crowds that thronged the various merchant stalls that had popped up. The merchant's peddled their ware, eagerly taking advantage of the extra foot traffic directed to Magnestis in lieu of the event, and the princess was quick to join the group of eager customers to the sandals crafted with eloquent designs and fine needlework. She could not help but let her finger's run across the fine artwork, before enquiring upon the price. "It is a beautiful piece, is it not Lady Hebe, Lady Vasia? I have not seen handiwork such as these back in Athenia." The things for sale there were more classic, elegant, but the colorful needlework upon the sandals sold in Magnestis had more character, and Emilia quickly decided she needed a few, before holding some up to the two Antonis ladies. "Would you be getting some as well? I'm thinking we'll be needing it for the next court session."
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Like a bird distracted by shiny objects, she almost didn't notice the Antonis lady breaking through the crowd to see them until Vasia was all but upon them, causing a very surprised look to enter her visage when she saw the woman. Had she not been with her sister not too long ago? Speaking of which...where was her sister? She had been enjoying conversation with the young Lady Hebe of Antonis quite well, Emilia had almost forgotten where she was supposed to be, and that she had arrievd at the event with Persephone. Hebe had been one of the closest to her age in courtly events, save her own cousin, but Emilia had found it far easier to converse with Hebe, for Danae always seemed to had other interests. They had many similarities, and really if not for Vasia's appearance, they both may have just wandered off somewhere.
She had smiled at Vasia when she appeared, but for a brief moment, her heart experienced a sinking sensation. Was she to return to her sister's side already?Not that Emilia didn't like spending time with Persephone. On the contrary, the Xanthos sister's were very close, and Emilia had spent many nights curled upon her sister's bed as she shared and regaled her with stories of her latest crush.
But having to remain by her side as she engaged in political banter and chit chat with nobility bored her, especially when the brunette princess was someone who seemed to be constantly moving. She met Hebe's rolling eyes, and hid a giggle behind her hands which she quickly straightened out when Vasia's eyes fell on hers with the suggestion that they took a look anyway. A smile bloomed on her lips, and Emilia nodded eagerly, and laughed as she fell into step next to Hebe's eager paces to the stalls.
It was like a melting pot of events happening as they swam into the crowds that thronged the various merchant stalls that had popped up. The merchant's peddled their ware, eagerly taking advantage of the extra foot traffic directed to Magnestis in lieu of the event, and the princess was quick to join the group of eager customers to the sandals crafted with eloquent designs and fine needlework. She could not help but let her finger's run across the fine artwork, before enquiring upon the price. "It is a beautiful piece, is it not Lady Hebe, Lady Vasia? I have not seen handiwork such as these back in Athenia." The things for sale there were more classic, elegant, but the colorful needlework upon the sandals sold in Magnestis had more character, and Emilia quickly decided she needed a few, before holding some up to the two Antonis ladies. "Would you be getting some as well? I'm thinking we'll be needing it for the next court session."
Like a bird distracted by shiny objects, she almost didn't notice the Antonis lady breaking through the crowd to see them until Vasia was all but upon them, causing a very surprised look to enter her visage when she saw the woman. Had she not been with her sister not too long ago? Speaking of which...where was her sister? She had been enjoying conversation with the young Lady Hebe of Antonis quite well, Emilia had almost forgotten where she was supposed to be, and that she had arrievd at the event with Persephone. Hebe had been one of the closest to her age in courtly events, save her own cousin, but Emilia had found it far easier to converse with Hebe, for Danae always seemed to had other interests. They had many similarities, and really if not for Vasia's appearance, they both may have just wandered off somewhere.
She had smiled at Vasia when she appeared, but for a brief moment, her heart experienced a sinking sensation. Was she to return to her sister's side already?Not that Emilia didn't like spending time with Persephone. On the contrary, the Xanthos sister's were very close, and Emilia had spent many nights curled upon her sister's bed as she shared and regaled her with stories of her latest crush.
But having to remain by her side as she engaged in political banter and chit chat with nobility bored her, especially when the brunette princess was someone who seemed to be constantly moving. She met Hebe's rolling eyes, and hid a giggle behind her hands which she quickly straightened out when Vasia's eyes fell on hers with the suggestion that they took a look anyway. A smile bloomed on her lips, and Emilia nodded eagerly, and laughed as she fell into step next to Hebe's eager paces to the stalls.
It was like a melting pot of events happening as they swam into the crowds that thronged the various merchant stalls that had popped up. The merchant's peddled their ware, eagerly taking advantage of the extra foot traffic directed to Magnestis in lieu of the event, and the princess was quick to join the group of eager customers to the sandals crafted with eloquent designs and fine needlework. She could not help but let her finger's run across the fine artwork, before enquiring upon the price. "It is a beautiful piece, is it not Lady Hebe, Lady Vasia? I have not seen handiwork such as these back in Athenia." The things for sale there were more classic, elegant, but the colorful needlework upon the sandals sold in Magnestis had more character, and Emilia quickly decided she needed a few, before holding some up to the two Antonis ladies. "Would you be getting some as well? I'm thinking we'll be needing it for the next court session."
It was much like Adrestus to want to help. Not just because he didn’t want anything bad to happen during his family’s event, but he didn’t want anything bad to happen to anyone in general. Which is why when he saw that two people were in the water, he didn’t hesitate for a moment. He had his sailors get him a rope, and they tied knots into it to make it more easily climbable. Soon enough, Adrestus lowered himself down, helping Daniil and Mateos up to safety. Once he got Lady Daniil out of the water, he heard his sister being spoken to. Good, he thought, Daniil was going to be okay. He lowered himself once more, and soon enough, Mateos was on land as well. With everything sorted, Adretus hoisted himself up the rope. He gripped the stone ground and, with his strength, pulled himself towards the ground. He easily pushed himself to a standing position, and dusted himself off, glancing around. He looked over to the guards covering Lord Mateos, and Adrestus stepped towards that direction. “Lord Mateos?” He called, but he seemed to be too late. Mateos was already walking away and Adrestus frowned. Adre had wanted to make sure that he was alright but… it seemed that he didn’t have time to talk. Adrestus let out a sigh.
The heir to the Nikolaos name glanced back around. With his sister and Mateos gone he was left to make sure everything else was running smoothly. He walked over and made sure the contest was still going, and all the ships still seemed to be decorated in all their grandeur. He continued to walk and discuss things with his sailors. Other then people falling in the water, nothing had been amiss. Once satisfied, he wandered over to socialize once more, a smile on his face. He walked calmly up to Persephone, and bowed, while also giving Elysia a soft smile. “I hope you are feeling alright, after all that commotion, your majesty. No one was hurt, thank the gods.” No one could have predicted that Lady Daniil and Lord Mateos both would fall, but he was just glad that he had been able to get everything settled down. And quite quick. He turned to Elysia, his eyes friendly. “And Elysia, I hope you are well too. How are you liking the contest?” He asked her, wondering if she had seen the Nikolaos ship yet.
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It was much like Adrestus to want to help. Not just because he didn’t want anything bad to happen during his family’s event, but he didn’t want anything bad to happen to anyone in general. Which is why when he saw that two people were in the water, he didn’t hesitate for a moment. He had his sailors get him a rope, and they tied knots into it to make it more easily climbable. Soon enough, Adrestus lowered himself down, helping Daniil and Mateos up to safety. Once he got Lady Daniil out of the water, he heard his sister being spoken to. Good, he thought, Daniil was going to be okay. He lowered himself once more, and soon enough, Mateos was on land as well. With everything sorted, Adretus hoisted himself up the rope. He gripped the stone ground and, with his strength, pulled himself towards the ground. He easily pushed himself to a standing position, and dusted himself off, glancing around. He looked over to the guards covering Lord Mateos, and Adrestus stepped towards that direction. “Lord Mateos?” He called, but he seemed to be too late. Mateos was already walking away and Adrestus frowned. Adre had wanted to make sure that he was alright but… it seemed that he didn’t have time to talk. Adrestus let out a sigh.
The heir to the Nikolaos name glanced back around. With his sister and Mateos gone he was left to make sure everything else was running smoothly. He walked over and made sure the contest was still going, and all the ships still seemed to be decorated in all their grandeur. He continued to walk and discuss things with his sailors. Other then people falling in the water, nothing had been amiss. Once satisfied, he wandered over to socialize once more, a smile on his face. He walked calmly up to Persephone, and bowed, while also giving Elysia a soft smile. “I hope you are feeling alright, after all that commotion, your majesty. No one was hurt, thank the gods.” No one could have predicted that Lady Daniil and Lord Mateos both would fall, but he was just glad that he had been able to get everything settled down. And quite quick. He turned to Elysia, his eyes friendly. “And Elysia, I hope you are well too. How are you liking the contest?” He asked her, wondering if she had seen the Nikolaos ship yet.
It was much like Adrestus to want to help. Not just because he didn’t want anything bad to happen during his family’s event, but he didn’t want anything bad to happen to anyone in general. Which is why when he saw that two people were in the water, he didn’t hesitate for a moment. He had his sailors get him a rope, and they tied knots into it to make it more easily climbable. Soon enough, Adrestus lowered himself down, helping Daniil and Mateos up to safety. Once he got Lady Daniil out of the water, he heard his sister being spoken to. Good, he thought, Daniil was going to be okay. He lowered himself once more, and soon enough, Mateos was on land as well. With everything sorted, Adretus hoisted himself up the rope. He gripped the stone ground and, with his strength, pulled himself towards the ground. He easily pushed himself to a standing position, and dusted himself off, glancing around. He looked over to the guards covering Lord Mateos, and Adrestus stepped towards that direction. “Lord Mateos?” He called, but he seemed to be too late. Mateos was already walking away and Adrestus frowned. Adre had wanted to make sure that he was alright but… it seemed that he didn’t have time to talk. Adrestus let out a sigh.
The heir to the Nikolaos name glanced back around. With his sister and Mateos gone he was left to make sure everything else was running smoothly. He walked over and made sure the contest was still going, and all the ships still seemed to be decorated in all their grandeur. He continued to walk and discuss things with his sailors. Other then people falling in the water, nothing had been amiss. Once satisfied, he wandered over to socialize once more, a smile on his face. He walked calmly up to Persephone, and bowed, while also giving Elysia a soft smile. “I hope you are feeling alright, after all that commotion, your majesty. No one was hurt, thank the gods.” No one could have predicted that Lady Daniil and Lord Mateos both would fall, but he was just glad that he had been able to get everything settled down. And quite quick. He turned to Elysia, his eyes friendly. “And Elysia, I hope you are well too. How are you liking the contest?” He asked her, wondering if she had seen the Nikolaos ship yet.
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As the victims of the unexpected swim her cleaned up and arranged to be either changed or home bound, the day moves on with eagerness and jovial levity over the coming festivities. Food is brought out in platters by servants, music plays and after several hours of the houses and common folk socialising, a word is murmured in specific ears that the royals are to collect upon the staging that will give them the best view of all the ships in the harbour. With decorations and preparation now complete upon the ships it is time to the judgement and prizes of the event itself. As one, the royals begin to find their places and take their seats...
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As the victims of the unexpected swim her cleaned up and arranged to be either changed or home bound, the day moves on with eagerness and jovial levity over the coming festivities. Food is brought out in platters by servants, music plays and after several hours of the houses and common folk socialising, a word is murmured in specific ears that the royals are to collect upon the staging that will give them the best view of all the ships in the harbour. With decorations and preparation now complete upon the ships it is time to the judgement and prizes of the event itself. As one, the royals begin to find their places and take their seats...
Curveball Wings of the Sea
As the victims of the unexpected swim her cleaned up and arranged to be either changed or home bound, the day moves on with eagerness and jovial levity over the coming festivities. Food is brought out in platters by servants, music plays and after several hours of the houses and common folk socialising, a word is murmured in specific ears that the royals are to collect upon the staging that will give them the best view of all the ships in the harbour. With decorations and preparation now complete upon the ships it is time to the judgement and prizes of the event itself. As one, the royals begin to find their places and take their seats...
There was no great fanfare and no specific call to arms when it came to the summoning of royals to the staging area for judging the competition. This was mostly because, for noble decorum's sake, no-one liked to make it seem as if the hosts and patrons of an event were telling royalty what to do. It made for an awkward line of rebellious disrespect and an air of arrogance in the facilitators of such celebrations.
Instead, there was a ripple of information; a comment here, a whisper there. Servants and handmaidens picking up on the general feel of the event and that things needed to move forward. They would then murmur in the ears of their ladies and masters and the nobles of the event would then voice a desire to sit or to transfer to the staging platform in order to witness the beginning of an event which must surely be beginning sometime soon.
As such, the movement of royal and nobles alike was organic and casual, happening as if by some form of psychic link or message from the Gods. The ladies led their men or the men led their ladies and gradually, the rich and the empowered flocked to the stand in which they would be perched like the social elite that they were, ready to witness the promenade that the ships would make in a circular pattern around the bay for their consideration and judgement.
By the time such a movement of the crowds was happening, Persephone had returned to her father's side and was speaking with both here and the guest of honour. It took a moment for one of her guards to break into the conversation subtly and encourage her to head towards her appointed position. With a murmured word to her father, the small group headed in the appropriate direction and Persephone was quick to direct her path towards her sister, scooping a link with their arms as she went by and encourage her to follow in her stride.
Smiling down at Emilia, Persephone encouraged her with a squeeze of her arm. Her next joke (given that daughters of the king were always assigned the finest of positions in such a time), was a simple jest between siblings...
"Come..." She said with a smile. "Let us find a good seat."
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There was no great fanfare and no specific call to arms when it came to the summoning of royals to the staging area for judging the competition. This was mostly because, for noble decorum's sake, no-one liked to make it seem as if the hosts and patrons of an event were telling royalty what to do. It made for an awkward line of rebellious disrespect and an air of arrogance in the facilitators of such celebrations.
Instead, there was a ripple of information; a comment here, a whisper there. Servants and handmaidens picking up on the general feel of the event and that things needed to move forward. They would then murmur in the ears of their ladies and masters and the nobles of the event would then voice a desire to sit or to transfer to the staging platform in order to witness the beginning of an event which must surely be beginning sometime soon.
As such, the movement of royal and nobles alike was organic and casual, happening as if by some form of psychic link or message from the Gods. The ladies led their men or the men led their ladies and gradually, the rich and the empowered flocked to the stand in which they would be perched like the social elite that they were, ready to witness the promenade that the ships would make in a circular pattern around the bay for their consideration and judgement.
By the time such a movement of the crowds was happening, Persephone had returned to her father's side and was speaking with both here and the guest of honour. It took a moment for one of her guards to break into the conversation subtly and encourage her to head towards her appointed position. With a murmured word to her father, the small group headed in the appropriate direction and Persephone was quick to direct her path towards her sister, scooping a link with their arms as she went by and encourage her to follow in her stride.
Smiling down at Emilia, Persephone encouraged her with a squeeze of her arm. Her next joke (given that daughters of the king were always assigned the finest of positions in such a time), was a simple jest between siblings...
"Come..." She said with a smile. "Let us find a good seat."
There was no great fanfare and no specific call to arms when it came to the summoning of royals to the staging area for judging the competition. This was mostly because, for noble decorum's sake, no-one liked to make it seem as if the hosts and patrons of an event were telling royalty what to do. It made for an awkward line of rebellious disrespect and an air of arrogance in the facilitators of such celebrations.
Instead, there was a ripple of information; a comment here, a whisper there. Servants and handmaidens picking up on the general feel of the event and that things needed to move forward. They would then murmur in the ears of their ladies and masters and the nobles of the event would then voice a desire to sit or to transfer to the staging platform in order to witness the beginning of an event which must surely be beginning sometime soon.
As such, the movement of royal and nobles alike was organic and casual, happening as if by some form of psychic link or message from the Gods. The ladies led their men or the men led their ladies and gradually, the rich and the empowered flocked to the stand in which they would be perched like the social elite that they were, ready to witness the promenade that the ships would make in a circular pattern around the bay for their consideration and judgement.
By the time such a movement of the crowds was happening, Persephone had returned to her father's side and was speaking with both here and the guest of honour. It took a moment for one of her guards to break into the conversation subtly and encourage her to head towards her appointed position. With a murmured word to her father, the small group headed in the appropriate direction and Persephone was quick to direct her path towards her sister, scooping a link with their arms as she went by and encourage her to follow in her stride.
Smiling down at Emilia, Persephone encouraged her with a squeeze of her arm. Her next joke (given that daughters of the king were always assigned the finest of positions in such a time), was a simple jest between siblings...
"Come..." She said with a smile. "Let us find a good seat."
Vasia could not say she was disappointed when the opportunity to spend any significant amount of time stewarding her young cousin and the princess in their shopping was cut short. For whilst willing to indulge the girls for a few minutes, her gaze had already taken in the vast array of stalls, all laden with trinkets and treasures to catch the eye, and the Antonis blonde had fretted for a moment. She did not want to trail after the girls as they flitted from one to the next, and so was almost glad when Sophia appeared to murmur softly in her ear that the judging of the ships was about to commence.
“Come, girls, finish your purchase and give your packages to Sophia” she urged, shooting a cool look at the stall keep to make haste with wrapping the sandals that would soon grace the feet of the young noblewomen. “Princess Emilia, it is time for you rejoin your family, and Hebe, we should find Mateos and ensure he has suffered no terrible injury, other than to his pride”
With brisk efficiency, Vasia steered her young charges over towards where she could see Princess Persephone, the maid gathering the girls’ purchases and following after. Shooting the older princess a brief smile as she relinquished Emilia back to her care, Vasia then slipped her arm through Hebe’s and threaded her way forward through the crowd, seeking out her brother’s fair head amongst those who gathered to see the judging.
Instead of him though, she found instead the eldest son of their hosting family, and she dipped in a quick curtsey to the Lord, indicating Hebe should follow suit before offering him a bright smile. “Lord Adrestus. How fortunate we are that you were able to fish the Lady Danil and my brother from the waters. It is a good thing you returned to us after so long abroad!” She presented Hebe to him. “This is my cousin Lady Hebe, Hebe, this is Lord Adrestus, a young man with an adventurous spirit i do believe.” Tilting her head as she appraised the Nikolais Lord, there was genuine enthusiasm in her voice as she went on. “I would be most interested to hear of your travels at some point, should you be able to spare the time, my lord.”
Vasia made no secret of her wish to travel, indeed she had badgered her father and brothers enough to accompany them on the rare trips they made to the other Grecian kingdoms, had been successful in her endeavors once or twice. But still, she envied this Lord and his apparent ability to set sail whenever he wished.
Turning to include Elysia in their conversation, she aimed her next words at the woman. “Did you see where my brother got to? I was hoping he might have found us somewhere half-decent to watch the judging from. But come, I am not going to miss it on his account, not when the Antonis ships are turned out so beautifully”. The latter she tossed toward Lord Adrestus, for there was nothing like a little friendly rivalry to jolly up an event such as this.
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Vasia could not say she was disappointed when the opportunity to spend any significant amount of time stewarding her young cousin and the princess in their shopping was cut short. For whilst willing to indulge the girls for a few minutes, her gaze had already taken in the vast array of stalls, all laden with trinkets and treasures to catch the eye, and the Antonis blonde had fretted for a moment. She did not want to trail after the girls as they flitted from one to the next, and so was almost glad when Sophia appeared to murmur softly in her ear that the judging of the ships was about to commence.
“Come, girls, finish your purchase and give your packages to Sophia” she urged, shooting a cool look at the stall keep to make haste with wrapping the sandals that would soon grace the feet of the young noblewomen. “Princess Emilia, it is time for you rejoin your family, and Hebe, we should find Mateos and ensure he has suffered no terrible injury, other than to his pride”
With brisk efficiency, Vasia steered her young charges over towards where she could see Princess Persephone, the maid gathering the girls’ purchases and following after. Shooting the older princess a brief smile as she relinquished Emilia back to her care, Vasia then slipped her arm through Hebe’s and threaded her way forward through the crowd, seeking out her brother’s fair head amongst those who gathered to see the judging.
Instead of him though, she found instead the eldest son of their hosting family, and she dipped in a quick curtsey to the Lord, indicating Hebe should follow suit before offering him a bright smile. “Lord Adrestus. How fortunate we are that you were able to fish the Lady Danil and my brother from the waters. It is a good thing you returned to us after so long abroad!” She presented Hebe to him. “This is my cousin Lady Hebe, Hebe, this is Lord Adrestus, a young man with an adventurous spirit i do believe.” Tilting her head as she appraised the Nikolais Lord, there was genuine enthusiasm in her voice as she went on. “I would be most interested to hear of your travels at some point, should you be able to spare the time, my lord.”
Vasia made no secret of her wish to travel, indeed she had badgered her father and brothers enough to accompany them on the rare trips they made to the other Grecian kingdoms, had been successful in her endeavors once or twice. But still, she envied this Lord and his apparent ability to set sail whenever he wished.
Turning to include Elysia in their conversation, she aimed her next words at the woman. “Did you see where my brother got to? I was hoping he might have found us somewhere half-decent to watch the judging from. But come, I am not going to miss it on his account, not when the Antonis ships are turned out so beautifully”. The latter she tossed toward Lord Adrestus, for there was nothing like a little friendly rivalry to jolly up an event such as this.
Vasia could not say she was disappointed when the opportunity to spend any significant amount of time stewarding her young cousin and the princess in their shopping was cut short. For whilst willing to indulge the girls for a few minutes, her gaze had already taken in the vast array of stalls, all laden with trinkets and treasures to catch the eye, and the Antonis blonde had fretted for a moment. She did not want to trail after the girls as they flitted from one to the next, and so was almost glad when Sophia appeared to murmur softly in her ear that the judging of the ships was about to commence.
“Come, girls, finish your purchase and give your packages to Sophia” she urged, shooting a cool look at the stall keep to make haste with wrapping the sandals that would soon grace the feet of the young noblewomen. “Princess Emilia, it is time for you rejoin your family, and Hebe, we should find Mateos and ensure he has suffered no terrible injury, other than to his pride”
With brisk efficiency, Vasia steered her young charges over towards where she could see Princess Persephone, the maid gathering the girls’ purchases and following after. Shooting the older princess a brief smile as she relinquished Emilia back to her care, Vasia then slipped her arm through Hebe’s and threaded her way forward through the crowd, seeking out her brother’s fair head amongst those who gathered to see the judging.
Instead of him though, she found instead the eldest son of their hosting family, and she dipped in a quick curtsey to the Lord, indicating Hebe should follow suit before offering him a bright smile. “Lord Adrestus. How fortunate we are that you were able to fish the Lady Danil and my brother from the waters. It is a good thing you returned to us after so long abroad!” She presented Hebe to him. “This is my cousin Lady Hebe, Hebe, this is Lord Adrestus, a young man with an adventurous spirit i do believe.” Tilting her head as she appraised the Nikolais Lord, there was genuine enthusiasm in her voice as she went on. “I would be most interested to hear of your travels at some point, should you be able to spare the time, my lord.”
Vasia made no secret of her wish to travel, indeed she had badgered her father and brothers enough to accompany them on the rare trips they made to the other Grecian kingdoms, had been successful in her endeavors once or twice. But still, she envied this Lord and his apparent ability to set sail whenever he wished.
Turning to include Elysia in their conversation, she aimed her next words at the woman. “Did you see where my brother got to? I was hoping he might have found us somewhere half-decent to watch the judging from. But come, I am not going to miss it on his account, not when the Antonis ships are turned out so beautifully”. The latter she tossed toward Lord Adrestus, for there was nothing like a little friendly rivalry to jolly up an event such as this.
Emilia had always been a little like a magpie, easily distracted and bought over by shiny trinkets or interesting objects. It was lucky the brunette was a princess, for her personal belongings itself took up a whole chamber in the palati, and she was never seen in the same ensemble twice in a month. So distracted was she, the princess had not even picked up on the fact that almost everyone had begun to move towards the stands in order for the race to begin, until Vasia had spoken up to remind them to pass their purchases to a waiting handmaiden.
Surprise flickered in her honeyed eyes, but easy-going as she was, the girl only flashed a disappointed look at Hebe, before nodding glumly and passing on the wrapped packages over.
Heeding the direction of the elder Antonis lady, she did put up the smallest of resistance as she wanted to delay when she walked pass various stalls with interesting wares. In the situation however, Emilia could only make a mental note to return for them, before she suddenly found herself passed on to her elder sister, who hooked her arms through. In truth, Emilia has never minded Persephone, and in fact relished the presence of her sister. Unlike regular sibling rivalry, the fact that they had lost their mother at an early age meant Persephone also served as somewhat of a standin for Lucille, and the sister's were very close indeed.
So instead of the glum look she had been wearing, Emilia quickly flashed both the elder Xanthos princess and her father a quick smile and a laugh (for she knew they already had allocated seats), she nodded and followed the lead to where a raised dais was cordoned off for the two princesses to view the proceedings. It was to there that their guards ushered them to, as slaves brought chalices of half-filled wine as refreshments for the royals, before ripples of conversation started as the judges for the event made their rounds to the decorated ships all vying for first place.
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Emilia had always been a little like a magpie, easily distracted and bought over by shiny trinkets or interesting objects. It was lucky the brunette was a princess, for her personal belongings itself took up a whole chamber in the palati, and she was never seen in the same ensemble twice in a month. So distracted was she, the princess had not even picked up on the fact that almost everyone had begun to move towards the stands in order for the race to begin, until Vasia had spoken up to remind them to pass their purchases to a waiting handmaiden.
Surprise flickered in her honeyed eyes, but easy-going as she was, the girl only flashed a disappointed look at Hebe, before nodding glumly and passing on the wrapped packages over.
Heeding the direction of the elder Antonis lady, she did put up the smallest of resistance as she wanted to delay when she walked pass various stalls with interesting wares. In the situation however, Emilia could only make a mental note to return for them, before she suddenly found herself passed on to her elder sister, who hooked her arms through. In truth, Emilia has never minded Persephone, and in fact relished the presence of her sister. Unlike regular sibling rivalry, the fact that they had lost their mother at an early age meant Persephone also served as somewhat of a standin for Lucille, and the sister's were very close indeed.
So instead of the glum look she had been wearing, Emilia quickly flashed both the elder Xanthos princess and her father a quick smile and a laugh (for she knew they already had allocated seats), she nodded and followed the lead to where a raised dais was cordoned off for the two princesses to view the proceedings. It was to there that their guards ushered them to, as slaves brought chalices of half-filled wine as refreshments for the royals, before ripples of conversation started as the judges for the event made their rounds to the decorated ships all vying for first place.
Emilia had always been a little like a magpie, easily distracted and bought over by shiny trinkets or interesting objects. It was lucky the brunette was a princess, for her personal belongings itself took up a whole chamber in the palati, and she was never seen in the same ensemble twice in a month. So distracted was she, the princess had not even picked up on the fact that almost everyone had begun to move towards the stands in order for the race to begin, until Vasia had spoken up to remind them to pass their purchases to a waiting handmaiden.
Surprise flickered in her honeyed eyes, but easy-going as she was, the girl only flashed a disappointed look at Hebe, before nodding glumly and passing on the wrapped packages over.
Heeding the direction of the elder Antonis lady, she did put up the smallest of resistance as she wanted to delay when she walked pass various stalls with interesting wares. In the situation however, Emilia could only make a mental note to return for them, before she suddenly found herself passed on to her elder sister, who hooked her arms through. In truth, Emilia has never minded Persephone, and in fact relished the presence of her sister. Unlike regular sibling rivalry, the fact that they had lost their mother at an early age meant Persephone also served as somewhat of a standin for Lucille, and the sister's were very close indeed.
So instead of the glum look she had been wearing, Emilia quickly flashed both the elder Xanthos princess and her father a quick smile and a laugh (for she knew they already had allocated seats), she nodded and followed the lead to where a raised dais was cordoned off for the two princesses to view the proceedings. It was to there that their guards ushered them to, as slaves brought chalices of half-filled wine as refreshments for the royals, before ripples of conversation started as the judges for the event made their rounds to the decorated ships all vying for first place.
As she took up the arm of her sister, Persephone did so with an elegance that appeared unplanned; a simple and casual connection made through a genuine and loving sisterly bond. In reality, it was carefully constructed plan that ensured that the younger princess did not spend any time alone and unchaperoned. For as soon as the Lady Vasia was due to part from her so that Emilia could attend to the royal seats up on the dais, Persephone was then present to take over.
This had nothing to do with her trust in Emilia or the younger sister's intentions at just such an event. For Emilia was often (when she could put her mind and focus to the task) an intelligent, careful and well-put-together young lady. She was exuberant, protected and a little naive to be sure, but hardly an idiot and certainly not damaging to the reputation of the Xanthos House. She did not need 'guarding' in such a way from her own antics and concerns the way others of alternate Royal Houses had proved themselves needing already that day.
No. Instead, the concerns with Emilia's safety were more to do with the fact that she was turning rapidly into a beautiful young woman who was still too protected from the world to understand the potential dangers she could step into accidentally. Not one to hold what Persephone's etiquette teacher had often terms - 'monarchical presence' - Emilia fitted in with society from all walks of life. She became one of the people, regardless of the situation and company in which she found herself and she easily blended into such crowds. Whilst there were few who would be brave or stupid enough to attempt a kidnap or attack upon a royal princess, there were plenty who might attempt such a thing on an obviously rich young woman who gave no serious implications that she was beyond that of a noble or lower royal.
In short, Emilia's greatest skill - the ease with which she melded with the people of her kingdom and shared in their humour and joy - also became what Persephone perceived to be potentially her greatest weakness and most vulnerable opportunity for danger.
As such, it was rare that Persephone would ever see to Emilia being entirely alone. She might have been in the company of herself, her father, a friend, another member of another royal House. It did not matter. But the key was that she was not left entirely unsupervised.
Such a mentality was shared by Persephone's father, as King Minas shared a look with his eldest daughter over the head of the young. Emilia was the apple of his eye and would be the first he would do all in his power to protect, Persephone knew. And it was her duty to carry out that responsibility as and when King Minas was detained.
With a shared smile and a nod of appreciation to the Lady Vasia who had heeded her implied favour in keeping Emilia and the Lady Hebe company, Persephone was quick to fall into a sense of ease beside her sister.
For whilst she held a protective air and a mentality of managing her sister's care, she also had a good relationship with the girl - one built on trust, security and intellect. Emilia might have been overtly-protected, but Persephone did not make the mistake of viewing her as a child or simpleton.
"Which ships have caught your eye so far, sister?" Persephone asked her, as the two of them mounted the steps to the staging area, following in the wake of their father and followed in turn by the artist for whom this was all in the name of. "Have there been any that you think might be artistic enough to win? You have a far better eye, than I over this sort of thing..." This last was no patronisation but genuine on Persephone's part. For whilst she was the learner, the organiser and leader of the two girls, Emilia had always had the eye for colour and design.
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As she took up the arm of her sister, Persephone did so with an elegance that appeared unplanned; a simple and casual connection made through a genuine and loving sisterly bond. In reality, it was carefully constructed plan that ensured that the younger princess did not spend any time alone and unchaperoned. For as soon as the Lady Vasia was due to part from her so that Emilia could attend to the royal seats up on the dais, Persephone was then present to take over.
This had nothing to do with her trust in Emilia or the younger sister's intentions at just such an event. For Emilia was often (when she could put her mind and focus to the task) an intelligent, careful and well-put-together young lady. She was exuberant, protected and a little naive to be sure, but hardly an idiot and certainly not damaging to the reputation of the Xanthos House. She did not need 'guarding' in such a way from her own antics and concerns the way others of alternate Royal Houses had proved themselves needing already that day.
No. Instead, the concerns with Emilia's safety were more to do with the fact that she was turning rapidly into a beautiful young woman who was still too protected from the world to understand the potential dangers she could step into accidentally. Not one to hold what Persephone's etiquette teacher had often terms - 'monarchical presence' - Emilia fitted in with society from all walks of life. She became one of the people, regardless of the situation and company in which she found herself and she easily blended into such crowds. Whilst there were few who would be brave or stupid enough to attempt a kidnap or attack upon a royal princess, there were plenty who might attempt such a thing on an obviously rich young woman who gave no serious implications that she was beyond that of a noble or lower royal.
In short, Emilia's greatest skill - the ease with which she melded with the people of her kingdom and shared in their humour and joy - also became what Persephone perceived to be potentially her greatest weakness and most vulnerable opportunity for danger.
As such, it was rare that Persephone would ever see to Emilia being entirely alone. She might have been in the company of herself, her father, a friend, another member of another royal House. It did not matter. But the key was that she was not left entirely unsupervised.
Such a mentality was shared by Persephone's father, as King Minas shared a look with his eldest daughter over the head of the young. Emilia was the apple of his eye and would be the first he would do all in his power to protect, Persephone knew. And it was her duty to carry out that responsibility as and when King Minas was detained.
With a shared smile and a nod of appreciation to the Lady Vasia who had heeded her implied favour in keeping Emilia and the Lady Hebe company, Persephone was quick to fall into a sense of ease beside her sister.
For whilst she held a protective air and a mentality of managing her sister's care, she also had a good relationship with the girl - one built on trust, security and intellect. Emilia might have been overtly-protected, but Persephone did not make the mistake of viewing her as a child or simpleton.
"Which ships have caught your eye so far, sister?" Persephone asked her, as the two of them mounted the steps to the staging area, following in the wake of their father and followed in turn by the artist for whom this was all in the name of. "Have there been any that you think might be artistic enough to win? You have a far better eye, than I over this sort of thing..." This last was no patronisation but genuine on Persephone's part. For whilst she was the learner, the organiser and leader of the two girls, Emilia had always had the eye for colour and design.
As she took up the arm of her sister, Persephone did so with an elegance that appeared unplanned; a simple and casual connection made through a genuine and loving sisterly bond. In reality, it was carefully constructed plan that ensured that the younger princess did not spend any time alone and unchaperoned. For as soon as the Lady Vasia was due to part from her so that Emilia could attend to the royal seats up on the dais, Persephone was then present to take over.
This had nothing to do with her trust in Emilia or the younger sister's intentions at just such an event. For Emilia was often (when she could put her mind and focus to the task) an intelligent, careful and well-put-together young lady. She was exuberant, protected and a little naive to be sure, but hardly an idiot and certainly not damaging to the reputation of the Xanthos House. She did not need 'guarding' in such a way from her own antics and concerns the way others of alternate Royal Houses had proved themselves needing already that day.
No. Instead, the concerns with Emilia's safety were more to do with the fact that she was turning rapidly into a beautiful young woman who was still too protected from the world to understand the potential dangers she could step into accidentally. Not one to hold what Persephone's etiquette teacher had often terms - 'monarchical presence' - Emilia fitted in with society from all walks of life. She became one of the people, regardless of the situation and company in which she found herself and she easily blended into such crowds. Whilst there were few who would be brave or stupid enough to attempt a kidnap or attack upon a royal princess, there were plenty who might attempt such a thing on an obviously rich young woman who gave no serious implications that she was beyond that of a noble or lower royal.
In short, Emilia's greatest skill - the ease with which she melded with the people of her kingdom and shared in their humour and joy - also became what Persephone perceived to be potentially her greatest weakness and most vulnerable opportunity for danger.
As such, it was rare that Persephone would ever see to Emilia being entirely alone. She might have been in the company of herself, her father, a friend, another member of another royal House. It did not matter. But the key was that she was not left entirely unsupervised.
Such a mentality was shared by Persephone's father, as King Minas shared a look with his eldest daughter over the head of the young. Emilia was the apple of his eye and would be the first he would do all in his power to protect, Persephone knew. And it was her duty to carry out that responsibility as and when King Minas was detained.
With a shared smile and a nod of appreciation to the Lady Vasia who had heeded her implied favour in keeping Emilia and the Lady Hebe company, Persephone was quick to fall into a sense of ease beside her sister.
For whilst she held a protective air and a mentality of managing her sister's care, she also had a good relationship with the girl - one built on trust, security and intellect. Emilia might have been overtly-protected, but Persephone did not make the mistake of viewing her as a child or simpleton.
"Which ships have caught your eye so far, sister?" Persephone asked her, as the two of them mounted the steps to the staging area, following in the wake of their father and followed in turn by the artist for whom this was all in the name of. "Have there been any that you think might be artistic enough to win? You have a far better eye, than I over this sort of thing..." This last was no patronisation but genuine on Persephone's part. For whilst she was the learner, the organiser and leader of the two girls, Emilia had always had the eye for colour and design.
The princess giggled when Hebe rolled her eyes, and for some reason, that made the young girl like her more. She had always thought of royalty as stuffy, but Emilia was a lot like her … more than any of her sisters were. Oh, she loved them and always would, despite Sanasa’s bossiness and Marietta and Evi’s mystifying intellectual conversations. She sensed that Emilia was a kindred spirit who was as energetic, enthusiastic, and fun-loving as she.
Hebe had wanted to browse the stalls as soon as she saw them, and had expected that her family would eventually decide to peruse the many items offered for sale after they had finished admiring the decorated ships. Maybe that’s where they had gone while she was distracted by her daydreams and they had believed she had followed along. Her parents had four daughters to look out for; it wasn’t difficult to lose track of one of them. Were they searching for her now or had they seen her in the company of the princess and her cousin and knew that she was safe? They would certainly approve of her budding friendship with Emilia. Even at the age of twelve, the bubbly child understood the basics of political influence.
She grinned at the other girl as she skipped beside her. Hebe glanced around at the other stalls, all bustling with customers. A stall full of colorful bolts of fabric caught her eye, as did one with an array of lovely ribbons rippling in the breeze. Maybe Vasia would allow them to shop at those too. There was also an artist drawing portraits of people for a fee. She should like to have a portrait of her own, but didn’t think she could sit still long enough. Her head whipped back and forth as she tried to take everything in and she tripped over her own two feet as they reached the sandal shop, catching onto the side of a table to keep herself from falling down.
One of her hands fell upon a gorgeous pair of sandals with needlework in iridescent pastel colors liberally woven with pearls. She picked them up and admired them, knowing that she had to have them. Princess Emilia called her attention to another pair. “They’re all beautiful and made exceptionally well, Your Highness,” she agreed. “I’ll definitely be getting these,” she said, showing them to her friend. “I’ll have a chiton made to match and that’s what I’ll wear to court.” It would be Hebe’s first court session and she was thrilled to finally be old enough to attend.
She found a few other pairs she couldn’t live without, and was looking at another when Vasia announced it was time to go. Hebe sighed in resignation, her own expression echoing Emilia’s, and she took the wrapped packages and handed them to her cousin’s handmaiden. It was time for the princess to go back to her family. As she rejoined them, the youngest Lady of the Antonis family said good-bye and that she hoped to see her again soon. Then with Vasia’s arm looped through hers, she let her lead the way, wondering why her cousin thought her brother had been injured. Had she missed something while she was wandering around alone?
He couldn't be injured too badly, for Vasia stopped to speak to a man whom Hebe had seen before, though she did not know his name. She did remember his companion, Mistress Elysia, from her first trip to the Palati when she was eight. Taking her cousin’s hint, she curtsied prettily, for once managing not to stumble. Oh, so that was what had happened to Mateos. He and Lady Danil had fallen into the water and the blond man had pulled them both to shore.
She smiled politely when Vasia introduced her to Lord Adrestus. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, my lord,” she said cheerfully. “I have an adventurous spirit too.” In fact, if she had been close to Mateos and Danil when they plunged into the sea, she would have pretended to fall in too, just for fun. She would have needed no one to rescue her because she swam like a fish. But if she had done that, she wouldn’t have had such a good time with Princess Emilia or purchased new sandals.
Hebe shuffled her feet, acutely aware that she was the only child in the group. Remembering her hated etiquette lessons … a child doesn't speak unless spoken to … she hoped they would draw her into the conversation and not forget that she was there.
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The princess giggled when Hebe rolled her eyes, and for some reason, that made the young girl like her more. She had always thought of royalty as stuffy, but Emilia was a lot like her … more than any of her sisters were. Oh, she loved them and always would, despite Sanasa’s bossiness and Marietta and Evi’s mystifying intellectual conversations. She sensed that Emilia was a kindred spirit who was as energetic, enthusiastic, and fun-loving as she.
Hebe had wanted to browse the stalls as soon as she saw them, and had expected that her family would eventually decide to peruse the many items offered for sale after they had finished admiring the decorated ships. Maybe that’s where they had gone while she was distracted by her daydreams and they had believed she had followed along. Her parents had four daughters to look out for; it wasn’t difficult to lose track of one of them. Were they searching for her now or had they seen her in the company of the princess and her cousin and knew that she was safe? They would certainly approve of her budding friendship with Emilia. Even at the age of twelve, the bubbly child understood the basics of political influence.
She grinned at the other girl as she skipped beside her. Hebe glanced around at the other stalls, all bustling with customers. A stall full of colorful bolts of fabric caught her eye, as did one with an array of lovely ribbons rippling in the breeze. Maybe Vasia would allow them to shop at those too. There was also an artist drawing portraits of people for a fee. She should like to have a portrait of her own, but didn’t think she could sit still long enough. Her head whipped back and forth as she tried to take everything in and she tripped over her own two feet as they reached the sandal shop, catching onto the side of a table to keep herself from falling down.
One of her hands fell upon a gorgeous pair of sandals with needlework in iridescent pastel colors liberally woven with pearls. She picked them up and admired them, knowing that she had to have them. Princess Emilia called her attention to another pair. “They’re all beautiful and made exceptionally well, Your Highness,” she agreed. “I’ll definitely be getting these,” she said, showing them to her friend. “I’ll have a chiton made to match and that’s what I’ll wear to court.” It would be Hebe’s first court session and she was thrilled to finally be old enough to attend.
She found a few other pairs she couldn’t live without, and was looking at another when Vasia announced it was time to go. Hebe sighed in resignation, her own expression echoing Emilia’s, and she took the wrapped packages and handed them to her cousin’s handmaiden. It was time for the princess to go back to her family. As she rejoined them, the youngest Lady of the Antonis family said good-bye and that she hoped to see her again soon. Then with Vasia’s arm looped through hers, she let her lead the way, wondering why her cousin thought her brother had been injured. Had she missed something while she was wandering around alone?
He couldn't be injured too badly, for Vasia stopped to speak to a man whom Hebe had seen before, though she did not know his name. She did remember his companion, Mistress Elysia, from her first trip to the Palati when she was eight. Taking her cousin’s hint, she curtsied prettily, for once managing not to stumble. Oh, so that was what had happened to Mateos. He and Lady Danil had fallen into the water and the blond man had pulled them both to shore.
She smiled politely when Vasia introduced her to Lord Adrestus. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, my lord,” she said cheerfully. “I have an adventurous spirit too.” In fact, if she had been close to Mateos and Danil when they plunged into the sea, she would have pretended to fall in too, just for fun. She would have needed no one to rescue her because she swam like a fish. But if she had done that, she wouldn’t have had such a good time with Princess Emilia or purchased new sandals.
Hebe shuffled her feet, acutely aware that she was the only child in the group. Remembering her hated etiquette lessons … a child doesn't speak unless spoken to … she hoped they would draw her into the conversation and not forget that she was there.
The princess giggled when Hebe rolled her eyes, and for some reason, that made the young girl like her more. She had always thought of royalty as stuffy, but Emilia was a lot like her … more than any of her sisters were. Oh, she loved them and always would, despite Sanasa’s bossiness and Marietta and Evi’s mystifying intellectual conversations. She sensed that Emilia was a kindred spirit who was as energetic, enthusiastic, and fun-loving as she.
Hebe had wanted to browse the stalls as soon as she saw them, and had expected that her family would eventually decide to peruse the many items offered for sale after they had finished admiring the decorated ships. Maybe that’s where they had gone while she was distracted by her daydreams and they had believed she had followed along. Her parents had four daughters to look out for; it wasn’t difficult to lose track of one of them. Were they searching for her now or had they seen her in the company of the princess and her cousin and knew that she was safe? They would certainly approve of her budding friendship with Emilia. Even at the age of twelve, the bubbly child understood the basics of political influence.
She grinned at the other girl as she skipped beside her. Hebe glanced around at the other stalls, all bustling with customers. A stall full of colorful bolts of fabric caught her eye, as did one with an array of lovely ribbons rippling in the breeze. Maybe Vasia would allow them to shop at those too. There was also an artist drawing portraits of people for a fee. She should like to have a portrait of her own, but didn’t think she could sit still long enough. Her head whipped back and forth as she tried to take everything in and she tripped over her own two feet as they reached the sandal shop, catching onto the side of a table to keep herself from falling down.
One of her hands fell upon a gorgeous pair of sandals with needlework in iridescent pastel colors liberally woven with pearls. She picked them up and admired them, knowing that she had to have them. Princess Emilia called her attention to another pair. “They’re all beautiful and made exceptionally well, Your Highness,” she agreed. “I’ll definitely be getting these,” she said, showing them to her friend. “I’ll have a chiton made to match and that’s what I’ll wear to court.” It would be Hebe’s first court session and she was thrilled to finally be old enough to attend.
She found a few other pairs she couldn’t live without, and was looking at another when Vasia announced it was time to go. Hebe sighed in resignation, her own expression echoing Emilia’s, and she took the wrapped packages and handed them to her cousin’s handmaiden. It was time for the princess to go back to her family. As she rejoined them, the youngest Lady of the Antonis family said good-bye and that she hoped to see her again soon. Then with Vasia’s arm looped through hers, she let her lead the way, wondering why her cousin thought her brother had been injured. Had she missed something while she was wandering around alone?
He couldn't be injured too badly, for Vasia stopped to speak to a man whom Hebe had seen before, though she did not know his name. She did remember his companion, Mistress Elysia, from her first trip to the Palati when she was eight. Taking her cousin’s hint, she curtsied prettily, for once managing not to stumble. Oh, so that was what had happened to Mateos. He and Lady Danil had fallen into the water and the blond man had pulled them both to shore.
She smiled politely when Vasia introduced her to Lord Adrestus. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, my lord,” she said cheerfully. “I have an adventurous spirit too.” In fact, if she had been close to Mateos and Danil when they plunged into the sea, she would have pretended to fall in too, just for fun. She would have needed no one to rescue her because she swam like a fish. But if she had done that, she wouldn’t have had such a good time with Princess Emilia or purchased new sandals.
Hebe shuffled her feet, acutely aware that she was the only child in the group. Remembering her hated etiquette lessons … a child doesn't speak unless spoken to … she hoped they would draw her into the conversation and not forget that she was there.
Her moment with Persephone ended with that secret smile of the princess’s, and then the formalities were back in place. It was just as well. As much as Elysia would have loved to speak with the princess for as long as the other allowed it, she understood this was unlikely to happen. Princess was, in all things, distant and polite. Turning her attention elsewhere, Elysia smiled as she spotted the wet haired, handsome, youthful face of Adrestus. Her own question for the princess went seemingly unheard as well as the lord’s pleasantries to Persephone as the princess was spoken to briefly by a servant, and drifted away to find her sister.
Elysia reached for Adrestus’s arm, threading hers through his own to give them a cozy closeness. “And Elysia, I hope you are well too. How are you liking the contest?” her companion asked. She gave an elegant shrug of one shoulder.
“I am as well as can be expected. I admit I hadn’t thought to be gifted the sight of an exposed bottom, but one never knows what the Fates have in mind.” As to his question of the contest, she smiled at him and gave his arm a pat. “I haven’t been able to properly view any of the ships yet. My husband and I only just arrived and with that whole to-do just now, my time has been most entertainingly spent.”
A servant careened by them with a platter and she snatched a goblet of wine for Adrestus, and one for herself, handing him the first glass and taking the second one more sedately, as the servant had stopped by that time. She took a sip of the wine and pointed with her pinky. “Is that your ship? I assume it is. The one you jumped off of? Will you win, do you suppose?”
Before he could answer, they were practically set upon by Lady Vasia. Elysia held fast to Adrestus, as though this was her toy that Lady Vasia planned to take, and listened with polite interest until she found herself addressed. “I confess I did watch him head toward the house. Your brother is as austere as they come. I can’t pretend I’d have had the same iron composure that he did, but he does you credit, my lady. You must be proud.” There were so many nuanced comments she wanted to make about Lord Mateos’s situation that she would have found hilarious but she did not think that the current audience would find them quite as amusing as she did. Especially the young girl next to Vasia. It was for Lady Hebe’s sake, more than anything else that Elysia said nothing more than she had already.
To Lady Hebe, Elysia smiled. “This must be a grand time for you, my lady?” she inquired, nodding with her head to the colorful array of ships and their flapping banners on display. With Hebe looking so young, Elysia didn’t imagine that the girl had been to terribly many outings, but some parents were fairly progressive these days. Her own upbringing had been terribly loose in comparison to some of the houses with older and wealthier names.
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Her moment with Persephone ended with that secret smile of the princess’s, and then the formalities were back in place. It was just as well. As much as Elysia would have loved to speak with the princess for as long as the other allowed it, she understood this was unlikely to happen. Princess was, in all things, distant and polite. Turning her attention elsewhere, Elysia smiled as she spotted the wet haired, handsome, youthful face of Adrestus. Her own question for the princess went seemingly unheard as well as the lord’s pleasantries to Persephone as the princess was spoken to briefly by a servant, and drifted away to find her sister.
Elysia reached for Adrestus’s arm, threading hers through his own to give them a cozy closeness. “And Elysia, I hope you are well too. How are you liking the contest?” her companion asked. She gave an elegant shrug of one shoulder.
“I am as well as can be expected. I admit I hadn’t thought to be gifted the sight of an exposed bottom, but one never knows what the Fates have in mind.” As to his question of the contest, she smiled at him and gave his arm a pat. “I haven’t been able to properly view any of the ships yet. My husband and I only just arrived and with that whole to-do just now, my time has been most entertainingly spent.”
A servant careened by them with a platter and she snatched a goblet of wine for Adrestus, and one for herself, handing him the first glass and taking the second one more sedately, as the servant had stopped by that time. She took a sip of the wine and pointed with her pinky. “Is that your ship? I assume it is. The one you jumped off of? Will you win, do you suppose?”
Before he could answer, they were practically set upon by Lady Vasia. Elysia held fast to Adrestus, as though this was her toy that Lady Vasia planned to take, and listened with polite interest until she found herself addressed. “I confess I did watch him head toward the house. Your brother is as austere as they come. I can’t pretend I’d have had the same iron composure that he did, but he does you credit, my lady. You must be proud.” There were so many nuanced comments she wanted to make about Lord Mateos’s situation that she would have found hilarious but she did not think that the current audience would find them quite as amusing as she did. Especially the young girl next to Vasia. It was for Lady Hebe’s sake, more than anything else that Elysia said nothing more than she had already.
To Lady Hebe, Elysia smiled. “This must be a grand time for you, my lady?” she inquired, nodding with her head to the colorful array of ships and their flapping banners on display. With Hebe looking so young, Elysia didn’t imagine that the girl had been to terribly many outings, but some parents were fairly progressive these days. Her own upbringing had been terribly loose in comparison to some of the houses with older and wealthier names.
Her moment with Persephone ended with that secret smile of the princess’s, and then the formalities were back in place. It was just as well. As much as Elysia would have loved to speak with the princess for as long as the other allowed it, she understood this was unlikely to happen. Princess was, in all things, distant and polite. Turning her attention elsewhere, Elysia smiled as she spotted the wet haired, handsome, youthful face of Adrestus. Her own question for the princess went seemingly unheard as well as the lord’s pleasantries to Persephone as the princess was spoken to briefly by a servant, and drifted away to find her sister.
Elysia reached for Adrestus’s arm, threading hers through his own to give them a cozy closeness. “And Elysia, I hope you are well too. How are you liking the contest?” her companion asked. She gave an elegant shrug of one shoulder.
“I am as well as can be expected. I admit I hadn’t thought to be gifted the sight of an exposed bottom, but one never knows what the Fates have in mind.” As to his question of the contest, she smiled at him and gave his arm a pat. “I haven’t been able to properly view any of the ships yet. My husband and I only just arrived and with that whole to-do just now, my time has been most entertainingly spent.”
A servant careened by them with a platter and she snatched a goblet of wine for Adrestus, and one for herself, handing him the first glass and taking the second one more sedately, as the servant had stopped by that time. She took a sip of the wine and pointed with her pinky. “Is that your ship? I assume it is. The one you jumped off of? Will you win, do you suppose?”
Before he could answer, they were practically set upon by Lady Vasia. Elysia held fast to Adrestus, as though this was her toy that Lady Vasia planned to take, and listened with polite interest until she found herself addressed. “I confess I did watch him head toward the house. Your brother is as austere as they come. I can’t pretend I’d have had the same iron composure that he did, but he does you credit, my lady. You must be proud.” There were so many nuanced comments she wanted to make about Lord Mateos’s situation that she would have found hilarious but she did not think that the current audience would find them quite as amusing as she did. Especially the young girl next to Vasia. It was for Lady Hebe’s sake, more than anything else that Elysia said nothing more than she had already.
To Lady Hebe, Elysia smiled. “This must be a grand time for you, my lady?” she inquired, nodding with her head to the colorful array of ships and their flapping banners on display. With Hebe looking so young, Elysia didn’t imagine that the girl had been to terribly many outings, but some parents were fairly progressive these days. Her own upbringing had been terribly loose in comparison to some of the houses with older and wealthier names.
Blissfully oblivious to many things, as she always was, it really wasn't hard to have something snuck past Emilia. Some could chalk it up to innocence, but Emilia simply liked to believe the best in everyone, and somehow had lived sixteen years of her life till that point believing everything was sunshine and rainbows. Of course, she was well aware that hardship and families in poverty existed, but the brunette was also of the opinion that she knew her sister and father worked hard to cull down on them, so things couldn't be that bad, could they?
So as her sister took ehr arm, Emilia put up absolutely no fight. Why would she? She enjoyed spending time with her sister, and outside of her father, took her sister's words as gold sometimes. She looked up to her only two family members left in life, and would not exchange them for the world. Briefly, her eyes wandered, finding and smiling warmly when her eyes finally caught her father's, and saw Minas flashing her a loving smile. Raised without a mother figure, Emilia was particularly doted upon by her father, and while she would not take advantage of it, loved nothing more then to be by the King's side.
Understanding however, of the duties he has to tend to when in a public event, instead Emilia was content with staying by Persephone's side, arms still slung in her sister's as they walked, browsing the ships as they headed to their seats. At her sister's question, Emilia tilted her gaze to see the ships in a row, all decorated to the best of the abilities of the houses which owned them. The bright colors were eyecatching and while unsuitable for war or work, was not what they were anchored for afterall. Bright colors painted across bodies, garlands of flowers and other decorative pieces across sails, everything looked absolutely grand.
Of course, there were a few that stood out, and it was those that Emilia pointed out to Persephone as she leaned in towards her sister to make her words heard over the chatter of the crowds around them. "Those two painted in blue and white, sissy. See the different shades of blue used? Subtle, but very nice when it comes to a ship to be decorated. Some can be too garish." The princess had blanched when she saw the bright red ones, finding it far too painful to look at. It did the job of being eyecatching, but Emilia preferred subtle beauty. "And that one over there! Its green, but beautifully done." she murmured, her fingers pointing out an emerald green ship smaller then the rest, but it was obvious a fine hand had done the job, complemented with beautiful garlands of yellow and white flowers, amongst other decorative pieces. "I think it's done by....." Emilia tried, and then trailed off as she gave Persephone a sheepish look. She may be good with colors and designs, but words failed her when it came to identifying houses and names at the top of her head.
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Blissfully oblivious to many things, as she always was, it really wasn't hard to have something snuck past Emilia. Some could chalk it up to innocence, but Emilia simply liked to believe the best in everyone, and somehow had lived sixteen years of her life till that point believing everything was sunshine and rainbows. Of course, she was well aware that hardship and families in poverty existed, but the brunette was also of the opinion that she knew her sister and father worked hard to cull down on them, so things couldn't be that bad, could they?
So as her sister took ehr arm, Emilia put up absolutely no fight. Why would she? She enjoyed spending time with her sister, and outside of her father, took her sister's words as gold sometimes. She looked up to her only two family members left in life, and would not exchange them for the world. Briefly, her eyes wandered, finding and smiling warmly when her eyes finally caught her father's, and saw Minas flashing her a loving smile. Raised without a mother figure, Emilia was particularly doted upon by her father, and while she would not take advantage of it, loved nothing more then to be by the King's side.
Understanding however, of the duties he has to tend to when in a public event, instead Emilia was content with staying by Persephone's side, arms still slung in her sister's as they walked, browsing the ships as they headed to their seats. At her sister's question, Emilia tilted her gaze to see the ships in a row, all decorated to the best of the abilities of the houses which owned them. The bright colors were eyecatching and while unsuitable for war or work, was not what they were anchored for afterall. Bright colors painted across bodies, garlands of flowers and other decorative pieces across sails, everything looked absolutely grand.
Of course, there were a few that stood out, and it was those that Emilia pointed out to Persephone as she leaned in towards her sister to make her words heard over the chatter of the crowds around them. "Those two painted in blue and white, sissy. See the different shades of blue used? Subtle, but very nice when it comes to a ship to be decorated. Some can be too garish." The princess had blanched when she saw the bright red ones, finding it far too painful to look at. It did the job of being eyecatching, but Emilia preferred subtle beauty. "And that one over there! Its green, but beautifully done." she murmured, her fingers pointing out an emerald green ship smaller then the rest, but it was obvious a fine hand had done the job, complemented with beautiful garlands of yellow and white flowers, amongst other decorative pieces. "I think it's done by....." Emilia tried, and then trailed off as she gave Persephone a sheepish look. She may be good with colors and designs, but words failed her when it came to identifying houses and names at the top of her head.
Blissfully oblivious to many things, as she always was, it really wasn't hard to have something snuck past Emilia. Some could chalk it up to innocence, but Emilia simply liked to believe the best in everyone, and somehow had lived sixteen years of her life till that point believing everything was sunshine and rainbows. Of course, she was well aware that hardship and families in poverty existed, but the brunette was also of the opinion that she knew her sister and father worked hard to cull down on them, so things couldn't be that bad, could they?
So as her sister took ehr arm, Emilia put up absolutely no fight. Why would she? She enjoyed spending time with her sister, and outside of her father, took her sister's words as gold sometimes. She looked up to her only two family members left in life, and would not exchange them for the world. Briefly, her eyes wandered, finding and smiling warmly when her eyes finally caught her father's, and saw Minas flashing her a loving smile. Raised without a mother figure, Emilia was particularly doted upon by her father, and while she would not take advantage of it, loved nothing more then to be by the King's side.
Understanding however, of the duties he has to tend to when in a public event, instead Emilia was content with staying by Persephone's side, arms still slung in her sister's as they walked, browsing the ships as they headed to their seats. At her sister's question, Emilia tilted her gaze to see the ships in a row, all decorated to the best of the abilities of the houses which owned them. The bright colors were eyecatching and while unsuitable for war or work, was not what they were anchored for afterall. Bright colors painted across bodies, garlands of flowers and other decorative pieces across sails, everything looked absolutely grand.
Of course, there were a few that stood out, and it was those that Emilia pointed out to Persephone as she leaned in towards her sister to make her words heard over the chatter of the crowds around them. "Those two painted in blue and white, sissy. See the different shades of blue used? Subtle, but very nice when it comes to a ship to be decorated. Some can be too garish." The princess had blanched when she saw the bright red ones, finding it far too painful to look at. It did the job of being eyecatching, but Emilia preferred subtle beauty. "And that one over there! Its green, but beautifully done." she murmured, her fingers pointing out an emerald green ship smaller then the rest, but it was obvious a fine hand had done the job, complemented with beautiful garlands of yellow and white flowers, amongst other decorative pieces. "I think it's done by....." Emilia tried, and then trailed off as she gave Persephone a sheepish look. She may be good with colors and designs, but words failed her when it came to identifying houses and names at the top of her head.
Persephone smiled at her sister with an indulgent look as she surveyed the ships and made comments of the colours and flowers. Of course, Emilia would be the one to make comment on how the two had been interwoven on each vessel. She hadn't been lying when she had commented on Emilia having the artistic eye in the family. It wasn't simply that the younger Xanthos liked colour and prettiness. She truly had an eye for which worked in conjunction to each other and which were - as she said - garish.
Persephone looked towards the boats that Emilia pointed out, her slight nod of approval following her understanding of her sister's assessment. Whilst not able to notice such things on her own, she could lay witness to that which her sister detailed for her.
When Emilia's voice trailed off, however, Persephone's gaze swung to the side, her brow raising in enquiry when the names of the ship's owners would not immediately come to her tongue. She knew that her sister would likely recall all of the Royal houses and the ships that were clearly their own from the colour choices. But the smaller or less frequent Court attending nobilities were still lost on her.
"You will need to know these names if you are to make a success of Court, sister mine." Persephone chided in a way that was hardly harsh. Had her father heard Persephone make such a mistake, the tone of disappointment would have been crippling. Yet, Persephone had never been able to hold such severity in her tone when speaking with her little sister. Perhaps her lack of discipline was to be considered her one failure in her role as pseudo-mother to the young girl. But then, if she met with her father's expectations of her, then she would not have to hold her sister to such standards. She could live a more relaxed life.
"Naotas and Helius." Persephone confirmed, explaining the owners of the ships, her eye catching the subtle symbols decorating each ship's hull.
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Persephone smiled at her sister with an indulgent look as she surveyed the ships and made comments of the colours and flowers. Of course, Emilia would be the one to make comment on how the two had been interwoven on each vessel. She hadn't been lying when she had commented on Emilia having the artistic eye in the family. It wasn't simply that the younger Xanthos liked colour and prettiness. She truly had an eye for which worked in conjunction to each other and which were - as she said - garish.
Persephone looked towards the boats that Emilia pointed out, her slight nod of approval following her understanding of her sister's assessment. Whilst not able to notice such things on her own, she could lay witness to that which her sister detailed for her.
When Emilia's voice trailed off, however, Persephone's gaze swung to the side, her brow raising in enquiry when the names of the ship's owners would not immediately come to her tongue. She knew that her sister would likely recall all of the Royal houses and the ships that were clearly their own from the colour choices. But the smaller or less frequent Court attending nobilities were still lost on her.
"You will need to know these names if you are to make a success of Court, sister mine." Persephone chided in a way that was hardly harsh. Had her father heard Persephone make such a mistake, the tone of disappointment would have been crippling. Yet, Persephone had never been able to hold such severity in her tone when speaking with her little sister. Perhaps her lack of discipline was to be considered her one failure in her role as pseudo-mother to the young girl. But then, if she met with her father's expectations of her, then she would not have to hold her sister to such standards. She could live a more relaxed life.
"Naotas and Helius." Persephone confirmed, explaining the owners of the ships, her eye catching the subtle symbols decorating each ship's hull.
Persephone smiled at her sister with an indulgent look as she surveyed the ships and made comments of the colours and flowers. Of course, Emilia would be the one to make comment on how the two had been interwoven on each vessel. She hadn't been lying when she had commented on Emilia having the artistic eye in the family. It wasn't simply that the younger Xanthos liked colour and prettiness. She truly had an eye for which worked in conjunction to each other and which were - as she said - garish.
Persephone looked towards the boats that Emilia pointed out, her slight nod of approval following her understanding of her sister's assessment. Whilst not able to notice such things on her own, she could lay witness to that which her sister detailed for her.
When Emilia's voice trailed off, however, Persephone's gaze swung to the side, her brow raising in enquiry when the names of the ship's owners would not immediately come to her tongue. She knew that her sister would likely recall all of the Royal houses and the ships that were clearly their own from the colour choices. But the smaller or less frequent Court attending nobilities were still lost on her.
"You will need to know these names if you are to make a success of Court, sister mine." Persephone chided in a way that was hardly harsh. Had her father heard Persephone make such a mistake, the tone of disappointment would have been crippling. Yet, Persephone had never been able to hold such severity in her tone when speaking with her little sister. Perhaps her lack of discipline was to be considered her one failure in her role as pseudo-mother to the young girl. But then, if she met with her father's expectations of her, then she would not have to hold her sister to such standards. She could live a more relaxed life.
"Naotas and Helius." Persephone confirmed, explaining the owners of the ships, her eye catching the subtle symbols decorating each ship's hull.
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The ships sail passed the royals and nobles, perched upon their benches on the raised structure to the cheer and call of the public. The vessels in all their finery roam by, cutting through the still waters of the docks and the announcers words are called over the crowd through a cylindrical funnel, his call prefaced with a trumpet sound each time, in order to calm the people enough for his words to be heard. The initial phase of the contest is determined by the crowds. As several dozen boats pass by the main audience of the event, it is determined by the cheers and volume of the people of Magnestis, just which are forwarded to the final six. Once such judgement has been passed a young page with satin cushion approaches those seated on the raised platform. Upon the pillow sit six discs of gold, each with a number embossed upon its surface. The royals and the noble house representatives in attendance are requested to point to the number of the ship they deem worthy of the final victory. The coins are passed from lowest rank to highest...
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The ships sail passed the royals and nobles, perched upon their benches on the raised structure to the cheer and call of the public. The vessels in all their finery roam by, cutting through the still waters of the docks and the announcers words are called over the crowd through a cylindrical funnel, his call prefaced with a trumpet sound each time, in order to calm the people enough for his words to be heard. The initial phase of the contest is determined by the crowds. As several dozen boats pass by the main audience of the event, it is determined by the cheers and volume of the people of Magnestis, just which are forwarded to the final six. Once such judgement has been passed a young page with satin cushion approaches those seated on the raised platform. Upon the pillow sit six discs of gold, each with a number embossed upon its surface. The royals and the noble house representatives in attendance are requested to point to the number of the ship they deem worthy of the final victory. The coins are passed from lowest rank to highest...
Curveball Wings of the Sea
The ships sail passed the royals and nobles, perched upon their benches on the raised structure to the cheer and call of the public. The vessels in all their finery roam by, cutting through the still waters of the docks and the announcers words are called over the crowd through a cylindrical funnel, his call prefaced with a trumpet sound each time, in order to calm the people enough for his words to be heard. The initial phase of the contest is determined by the crowds. As several dozen boats pass by the main audience of the event, it is determined by the cheers and volume of the people of Magnestis, just which are forwarded to the final six. Once such judgement has been passed a young page with satin cushion approaches those seated on the raised platform. Upon the pillow sit six discs of gold, each with a number embossed upon its surface. The royals and the noble house representatives in attendance are requested to point to the number of the ship they deem worthy of the final victory. The coins are passed from lowest rank to highest...
She knew she was supposed to know the names of the ships. Her father and sister had hired many tutors to ensure Emilia was well schooled in the names of the family of royalty and nobility within Athenia, but Emilia just dind't get why was there so many of them. Those that she met often in court, Emilia had not much trouble remembering, but it was there noble houses often on the outskirts of Athenia, who rarely attended court, that Emilia had issues with.
Her cheeks flushed at her sister's reprimand, but Emilia knew Persephone would be justified, for her father would have had far more severe words for her had he heard, and Gods forbid Emilia disappoint Minas. She had been her father's golden apple of his eye since her birth and had given everything Emilia had ever asked for. In return, Emilia just wanted to be the princess her father wanted her to be, kinda like how Persephone was, both logical and responsible, grounded and capable of making decisions beneficial to both their family and to the kingdom.
But why was it so hard.
Wrinkling her forehead and she took a deep breathe and nodded when Persephone informed her of the names, quickly scanning the ships to try and commit to memory why was it the names popped out so easily to her sister. The color? The symbols? They were difficult to remember, but has she met the family before? Try as she could, she couldn't seem to remember.
Luckily for Emilia, the parade started then, and she settled back in her seat to watch as the boats received the votes of the audience present upon the docks of Magnestis for the initial phase. Only when the page appeared with the six plates of gold sitting on the satin cushion, did Emilia turn and look over at Persephone, silently asking her what they were supposed to do at this point.
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She knew she was supposed to know the names of the ships. Her father and sister had hired many tutors to ensure Emilia was well schooled in the names of the family of royalty and nobility within Athenia, but Emilia just dind't get why was there so many of them. Those that she met often in court, Emilia had not much trouble remembering, but it was there noble houses often on the outskirts of Athenia, who rarely attended court, that Emilia had issues with.
Her cheeks flushed at her sister's reprimand, but Emilia knew Persephone would be justified, for her father would have had far more severe words for her had he heard, and Gods forbid Emilia disappoint Minas. She had been her father's golden apple of his eye since her birth and had given everything Emilia had ever asked for. In return, Emilia just wanted to be the princess her father wanted her to be, kinda like how Persephone was, both logical and responsible, grounded and capable of making decisions beneficial to both their family and to the kingdom.
But why was it so hard.
Wrinkling her forehead and she took a deep breathe and nodded when Persephone informed her of the names, quickly scanning the ships to try and commit to memory why was it the names popped out so easily to her sister. The color? The symbols? They were difficult to remember, but has she met the family before? Try as she could, she couldn't seem to remember.
Luckily for Emilia, the parade started then, and she settled back in her seat to watch as the boats received the votes of the audience present upon the docks of Magnestis for the initial phase. Only when the page appeared with the six plates of gold sitting on the satin cushion, did Emilia turn and look over at Persephone, silently asking her what they were supposed to do at this point.
She knew she was supposed to know the names of the ships. Her father and sister had hired many tutors to ensure Emilia was well schooled in the names of the family of royalty and nobility within Athenia, but Emilia just dind't get why was there so many of them. Those that she met often in court, Emilia had not much trouble remembering, but it was there noble houses often on the outskirts of Athenia, who rarely attended court, that Emilia had issues with.
Her cheeks flushed at her sister's reprimand, but Emilia knew Persephone would be justified, for her father would have had far more severe words for her had he heard, and Gods forbid Emilia disappoint Minas. She had been her father's golden apple of his eye since her birth and had given everything Emilia had ever asked for. In return, Emilia just wanted to be the princess her father wanted her to be, kinda like how Persephone was, both logical and responsible, grounded and capable of making decisions beneficial to both their family and to the kingdom.
But why was it so hard.
Wrinkling her forehead and she took a deep breathe and nodded when Persephone informed her of the names, quickly scanning the ships to try and commit to memory why was it the names popped out so easily to her sister. The color? The symbols? They were difficult to remember, but has she met the family before? Try as she could, she couldn't seem to remember.
Luckily for Emilia, the parade started then, and she settled back in her seat to watch as the boats received the votes of the audience present upon the docks of Magnestis for the initial phase. Only when the page appeared with the six plates of gold sitting on the satin cushion, did Emilia turn and look over at Persephone, silently asking her what they were supposed to do at this point.
Lady Elysia said that Mateos had headed toward the house, so apparently, he had not been hurt at all. It wasn’t a long fall from the harbor to the water, though Hebe supposed that there might be some rocks lurking on the ocean floor. However, he and Lady Daniil couldn’t have plunged that far down. Idly, she wondered if her cousin could swim. If he could, why had he needed to be saved? She couldn’t remember seeing any of her cousins swimming. Perhaps she should ask Mateo if he wanted her to give him lessons. No, if she did that, he would get mad at her. Instead, she could turn the conversation toward how much she loved to swim the next time they spoke together and maybe he would suggest that he teach her himself.
Hebe wondered if Lady Elysia and Lord Adrestos were in love with each other. The woman was holding onto him quite tightly. Hebe blushed at the thought. Love was something she had always dreamed of, but now that she was growing up, she was realizing that it was more complicated than she had believed. She had long since let go of the notion that boys had cooties. But she couldn’t say she enjoyed their company. They were weird and a bit uncouth. Why could not the fairy tales she had loved as a child be true? Her mother told her that one day she would find boys fascinating, but that seemed impossible to the mind of a twelve-year-old.
Lady Elysia addressed her and she grinned, happy to be included in the conversation despite her youth. “It’s really exciting!” she exclaimed, trying to act mature when what she really wanted to do was bounce up and down. “This is one of the first events I’ve ever attended. I came with my family but I got lost. There are so many wonderful things in the stalls. Lady Vasia found me and Princess Emilia and we both bought some sandals. I hope that there is more time after the judging to shop. I haven’t seen everything yet."
She glanced toward the royals who were all seated. The ships were beginning to move. “Oh look! The contest is starting!” Hebe grabbed Vasia’s hand. “Let’s find some seats before all the good ones are taken.” The young girl was short for her age and didn’t want to be stuck sitting behind a bunch of tall people.
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Lady Elysia said that Mateos had headed toward the house, so apparently, he had not been hurt at all. It wasn’t a long fall from the harbor to the water, though Hebe supposed that there might be some rocks lurking on the ocean floor. However, he and Lady Daniil couldn’t have plunged that far down. Idly, she wondered if her cousin could swim. If he could, why had he needed to be saved? She couldn’t remember seeing any of her cousins swimming. Perhaps she should ask Mateo if he wanted her to give him lessons. No, if she did that, he would get mad at her. Instead, she could turn the conversation toward how much she loved to swim the next time they spoke together and maybe he would suggest that he teach her himself.
Hebe wondered if Lady Elysia and Lord Adrestos were in love with each other. The woman was holding onto him quite tightly. Hebe blushed at the thought. Love was something she had always dreamed of, but now that she was growing up, she was realizing that it was more complicated than she had believed. She had long since let go of the notion that boys had cooties. But she couldn’t say she enjoyed their company. They were weird and a bit uncouth. Why could not the fairy tales she had loved as a child be true? Her mother told her that one day she would find boys fascinating, but that seemed impossible to the mind of a twelve-year-old.
Lady Elysia addressed her and she grinned, happy to be included in the conversation despite her youth. “It’s really exciting!” she exclaimed, trying to act mature when what she really wanted to do was bounce up and down. “This is one of the first events I’ve ever attended. I came with my family but I got lost. There are so many wonderful things in the stalls. Lady Vasia found me and Princess Emilia and we both bought some sandals. I hope that there is more time after the judging to shop. I haven’t seen everything yet."
She glanced toward the royals who were all seated. The ships were beginning to move. “Oh look! The contest is starting!” Hebe grabbed Vasia’s hand. “Let’s find some seats before all the good ones are taken.” The young girl was short for her age and didn’t want to be stuck sitting behind a bunch of tall people.
Lady Elysia said that Mateos had headed toward the house, so apparently, he had not been hurt at all. It wasn’t a long fall from the harbor to the water, though Hebe supposed that there might be some rocks lurking on the ocean floor. However, he and Lady Daniil couldn’t have plunged that far down. Idly, she wondered if her cousin could swim. If he could, why had he needed to be saved? She couldn’t remember seeing any of her cousins swimming. Perhaps she should ask Mateo if he wanted her to give him lessons. No, if she did that, he would get mad at her. Instead, she could turn the conversation toward how much she loved to swim the next time they spoke together and maybe he would suggest that he teach her himself.
Hebe wondered if Lady Elysia and Lord Adrestos were in love with each other. The woman was holding onto him quite tightly. Hebe blushed at the thought. Love was something she had always dreamed of, but now that she was growing up, she was realizing that it was more complicated than she had believed. She had long since let go of the notion that boys had cooties. But she couldn’t say she enjoyed their company. They were weird and a bit uncouth. Why could not the fairy tales she had loved as a child be true? Her mother told her that one day she would find boys fascinating, but that seemed impossible to the mind of a twelve-year-old.
Lady Elysia addressed her and she grinned, happy to be included in the conversation despite her youth. “It’s really exciting!” she exclaimed, trying to act mature when what she really wanted to do was bounce up and down. “This is one of the first events I’ve ever attended. I came with my family but I got lost. There are so many wonderful things in the stalls. Lady Vasia found me and Princess Emilia and we both bought some sandals. I hope that there is more time after the judging to shop. I haven’t seen everything yet."
She glanced toward the royals who were all seated. The ships were beginning to move. “Oh look! The contest is starting!” Hebe grabbed Vasia’s hand. “Let’s find some seats before all the good ones are taken.” The young girl was short for her age and didn’t want to be stuck sitting behind a bunch of tall people.
Persephone maintained her dignity in her elevated seat upon the dais as the contest continued and the people of Magnestis cheered for the half dozen that would be considered for the final verdict made by the royal and noble circles within the platform. As the crowds made their opinions known through claps and cheers, the page boy with the satin cushion attended through the small crowd of upper echelons of society. The dishes upon the cushion were marked with numbers that would be attributed to the final six ships.
As her sister looked towards her, Persephone put out a hand to still her eagerness as the page moved passed and continued to the other end of the platform.
"He'll return this way." Persephone murmured beneath her breath, her gaze facing forwards and her words low enough for others to hear. "When the people have decided their final six, we'll be asked to point to the number we wish to be victorious."
The page would start from the other end of the dais where the nobles were seated and then move through into the royal families until, eventually, he reached the princesses, their father the king and the royal guest of honour. It would be they that made the final verdict despite the voting of the nobles. Not that any monarch would distress their nobility by voted against them in so simple an affair of artistic ship-crafting.
Watching as the people called and cheered for their favourites, Persephone noted the ship of the Nikolaos house passing the first stage, along with two vessels of the Stravos. A ship from Arcana was put through, as was one from an Antonis province. The final choice was one from a Marikas province that was practically decked in gold. The numbers were attributed in just such an order and then the page returned down the line, seeking judgement from the nobles in attendance...
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Persephone maintained her dignity in her elevated seat upon the dais as the contest continued and the people of Magnestis cheered for the half dozen that would be considered for the final verdict made by the royal and noble circles within the platform. As the crowds made their opinions known through claps and cheers, the page boy with the satin cushion attended through the small crowd of upper echelons of society. The dishes upon the cushion were marked with numbers that would be attributed to the final six ships.
As her sister looked towards her, Persephone put out a hand to still her eagerness as the page moved passed and continued to the other end of the platform.
"He'll return this way." Persephone murmured beneath her breath, her gaze facing forwards and her words low enough for others to hear. "When the people have decided their final six, we'll be asked to point to the number we wish to be victorious."
The page would start from the other end of the dais where the nobles were seated and then move through into the royal families until, eventually, he reached the princesses, their father the king and the royal guest of honour. It would be they that made the final verdict despite the voting of the nobles. Not that any monarch would distress their nobility by voted against them in so simple an affair of artistic ship-crafting.
Watching as the people called and cheered for their favourites, Persephone noted the ship of the Nikolaos house passing the first stage, along with two vessels of the Stravos. A ship from Arcana was put through, as was one from an Antonis province. The final choice was one from a Marikas province that was practically decked in gold. The numbers were attributed in just such an order and then the page returned down the line, seeking judgement from the nobles in attendance...
Persephone maintained her dignity in her elevated seat upon the dais as the contest continued and the people of Magnestis cheered for the half dozen that would be considered for the final verdict made by the royal and noble circles within the platform. As the crowds made their opinions known through claps and cheers, the page boy with the satin cushion attended through the small crowd of upper echelons of society. The dishes upon the cushion were marked with numbers that would be attributed to the final six ships.
As her sister looked towards her, Persephone put out a hand to still her eagerness as the page moved passed and continued to the other end of the platform.
"He'll return this way." Persephone murmured beneath her breath, her gaze facing forwards and her words low enough for others to hear. "When the people have decided their final six, we'll be asked to point to the number we wish to be victorious."
The page would start from the other end of the dais where the nobles were seated and then move through into the royal families until, eventually, he reached the princesses, their father the king and the royal guest of honour. It would be they that made the final verdict despite the voting of the nobles. Not that any monarch would distress their nobility by voted against them in so simple an affair of artistic ship-crafting.
Watching as the people called and cheered for their favourites, Persephone noted the ship of the Nikolaos house passing the first stage, along with two vessels of the Stravos. A ship from Arcana was put through, as was one from an Antonis province. The final choice was one from a Marikas province that was practically decked in gold. The numbers were attributed in just such an order and then the page returned down the line, seeking judgement from the nobles in attendance...