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It was three days since he had slept. Not the longest he had been, but he was beginning to feel the effects, and he knew he would need to grab a few minutes the next day if things weren’t to get worse. But not now. If he slept now then Sil knew he wouldn’t be able to wake himself, and there would be no fending off the dreams. Better to stay awake, drink a little and then sleep when it was day again.
There was the challenge though...staying awake. He’d left the house behind, temptations of soft beds or klismos too much, and for once, the young Lord did not feel much like company, so he eschewed the taverna in favour of a solitary wander out to the beach. It was a habit he’d picked up in Taengea, finding the breeze off the ocean enough to keep him alert sometimes, or if not, then the water itself.
It was one of those nights. There was no one around at this hour so Silanos had shed his chiton on the sand, crumpled beside the flask of wine he’d brought with him, and he waded out into the shallows, bleary eyed. The water had just enough bite to shock him back to wakefulness, and now he floated on his back, staring up at the sky and trying to pinpoint those constellations he should know. It was a challenge with the slow and dreary pace of his thoughts.
Being back in Colchis had lost the shine it held originally. He felt safe at least, outrunning the debts he had gotten himself into in Taengea but it was tiresome having to manage his sleep where people actually paid attention to what he was doing. He’d tolerated only a few days in Eubocris under the fussing of his mother, but even here in the city he could feel Timaeus’ eyes upon him when he thought he wasn’t looking. Worry? Mistrust? Sil didn’t care for it felt the same: stifling. And if Timaeus was going to be worrying about anyone, it should be himself. Silanos had noticed the habits of a drinker - he was well versed in them after all - but he wasn’t about to go and get all up in his brother’s face about it. Didn’t mean he didn’t wish everything could be more normal though. As it should have been before they lost their father.
Before Nicomedes.
The young man stamped out the thought as soon as it came, went back to counting stars and staying awake. He thought he was doing a fairly good job at it, all things considered. It would only be better if he stay afloat and drink at the same time. He had tried though, and it did not work, so Silanos cast out his arms and let the water carry his burdens a little while.
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It was three days since he had slept. Not the longest he had been, but he was beginning to feel the effects, and he knew he would need to grab a few minutes the next day if things weren’t to get worse. But not now. If he slept now then Sil knew he wouldn’t be able to wake himself, and there would be no fending off the dreams. Better to stay awake, drink a little and then sleep when it was day again.
There was the challenge though...staying awake. He’d left the house behind, temptations of soft beds or klismos too much, and for once, the young Lord did not feel much like company, so he eschewed the taverna in favour of a solitary wander out to the beach. It was a habit he’d picked up in Taengea, finding the breeze off the ocean enough to keep him alert sometimes, or if not, then the water itself.
It was one of those nights. There was no one around at this hour so Silanos had shed his chiton on the sand, crumpled beside the flask of wine he’d brought with him, and he waded out into the shallows, bleary eyed. The water had just enough bite to shock him back to wakefulness, and now he floated on his back, staring up at the sky and trying to pinpoint those constellations he should know. It was a challenge with the slow and dreary pace of his thoughts.
Being back in Colchis had lost the shine it held originally. He felt safe at least, outrunning the debts he had gotten himself into in Taengea but it was tiresome having to manage his sleep where people actually paid attention to what he was doing. He’d tolerated only a few days in Eubocris under the fussing of his mother, but even here in the city he could feel Timaeus’ eyes upon him when he thought he wasn’t looking. Worry? Mistrust? Sil didn’t care for it felt the same: stifling. And if Timaeus was going to be worrying about anyone, it should be himself. Silanos had noticed the habits of a drinker - he was well versed in them after all - but he wasn’t about to go and get all up in his brother’s face about it. Didn’t mean he didn’t wish everything could be more normal though. As it should have been before they lost their father.
Before Nicomedes.
The young man stamped out the thought as soon as it came, went back to counting stars and staying awake. He thought he was doing a fairly good job at it, all things considered. It would only be better if he stay afloat and drink at the same time. He had tried though, and it did not work, so Silanos cast out his arms and let the water carry his burdens a little while.
It was three days since he had slept. Not the longest he had been, but he was beginning to feel the effects, and he knew he would need to grab a few minutes the next day if things weren’t to get worse. But not now. If he slept now then Sil knew he wouldn’t be able to wake himself, and there would be no fending off the dreams. Better to stay awake, drink a little and then sleep when it was day again.
There was the challenge though...staying awake. He’d left the house behind, temptations of soft beds or klismos too much, and for once, the young Lord did not feel much like company, so he eschewed the taverna in favour of a solitary wander out to the beach. It was a habit he’d picked up in Taengea, finding the breeze off the ocean enough to keep him alert sometimes, or if not, then the water itself.
It was one of those nights. There was no one around at this hour so Silanos had shed his chiton on the sand, crumpled beside the flask of wine he’d brought with him, and he waded out into the shallows, bleary eyed. The water had just enough bite to shock him back to wakefulness, and now he floated on his back, staring up at the sky and trying to pinpoint those constellations he should know. It was a challenge with the slow and dreary pace of his thoughts.
Being back in Colchis had lost the shine it held originally. He felt safe at least, outrunning the debts he had gotten himself into in Taengea but it was tiresome having to manage his sleep where people actually paid attention to what he was doing. He’d tolerated only a few days in Eubocris under the fussing of his mother, but even here in the city he could feel Timaeus’ eyes upon him when he thought he wasn’t looking. Worry? Mistrust? Sil didn’t care for it felt the same: stifling. And if Timaeus was going to be worrying about anyone, it should be himself. Silanos had noticed the habits of a drinker - he was well versed in them after all - but he wasn’t about to go and get all up in his brother’s face about it. Didn’t mean he didn’t wish everything could be more normal though. As it should have been before they lost their father.
Before Nicomedes.
The young man stamped out the thought as soon as it came, went back to counting stars and staying awake. He thought he was doing a fairly good job at it, all things considered. It would only be better if he stay afloat and drink at the same time. He had tried though, and it did not work, so Silanos cast out his arms and let the water carry his burdens a little while.
With Magnus away, Leto found herself at liberty to do almost entirely as she pleased. Still, there was a consistent amount of worry for her brother whenever he sailed across the Aegean. All of this talk of murdered kings and cultists was fascinating from across the sea until the Master Informer received orders to sail right into the kingdom marred with treachery.
With her parents often asleep until well after the sun had risen, their son's hard-earned effort gaining them a form of early retirement, Leto knew she had several hours to herself - painfully alone. In the years since coming to Midas, she still shied away from being followed and waited upon by the servants of the house. It did not seem fair to her that they should serve someone essentially of their own status. Befriending them did not work as well, leaving Leto stuck in this sort of limbo between worlds - a commoner imposter among the high class.
Her mind was a tangled web of thoughts and worry, and she knew she did the household staff a disservice by keeping a lamp burning - many of them refused to sleep in case they could serve her in some way. It was dreadful. So, quietly slipping into a loose, short-cut chiton and binding her hair into a long braid, she snuck away to the livery where her mount was kept. A night ride would be the only thing to clear her mind.
Quietly, she readied Eteon, slipping on the mount's bridle and tying thin leather bindings around the horse's hooves just under the fetlock, to keep his shoes from sounding along the stone streets. Leto thanked the night sky for providing enough moonlight as she rode down through the winding streets of the quiet, darkened Upper Level. When passing through the gate to the Lower Level, she noted a few more lightened windows, a few shambling souls out in these few hours before dawn.
There were times growing up in Chaossis where she and the others her age would find themselves up to no good in the wee hours of the morning, chasing cats and baiting owls with rodents they caught as an early morning, haphazard offering to Athena. Passing by alleys, she saw some youths watch her as she rode past, startled by how quiet her passing by was but then going about their own business.
Finally reaching the beaches after passing along the Harbour Way, she stopped just shy of the soft sand to remove the hoof-coverings, tying them to her waistcord. Finding a crate to use to remount, she urged Eteon into a trot until she found firmer sand before urging him into a steady canter. The wind as it whipped around her seemed to flood her senses - touch, sound, smell - and it seemed to take most of the worries with her. The moon glinted off the water like shattered glass, sparkling against the inky blackness of the Aegean.
If she could make it to her favorite hideaway cove, perhaps bathing in the waters could clear her mind. That would pass enough of the time leading to sunrise, a glorious sight from down on the shoreline.
As she looked over the water, though, she noted something different, a white flash reflecting the light of the moon against the blackness of the sea. From this distance, it could have been a bit of sail or perhaps some driftwood. Slowing her mount to a trot, she led him to about ankle depth in the water, seeing if the tide would bring the object in closer. For a moment, she had Eteon stand there before slowly walking him forward just as the figure clearly took the form of a man.
Leto froze, and Eteon beneath her felt her tension and began pawing at the water with a hoof, snorting. Poseidon was known for taking lives who dared to tread his waters without the appropriate respect. Still, she felt drawn to investigate further, despite her deeper feelings to leave enough alone. If he was dead, he was someone's son or possibly even someone's father....they would want to know.
".....Sir?" Leto asked, cautiously, her voice too low at first over the crashing of the waves. Trying again, she spoke, "Sir....are you dead?"
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With Magnus away, Leto found herself at liberty to do almost entirely as she pleased. Still, there was a consistent amount of worry for her brother whenever he sailed across the Aegean. All of this talk of murdered kings and cultists was fascinating from across the sea until the Master Informer received orders to sail right into the kingdom marred with treachery.
With her parents often asleep until well after the sun had risen, their son's hard-earned effort gaining them a form of early retirement, Leto knew she had several hours to herself - painfully alone. In the years since coming to Midas, she still shied away from being followed and waited upon by the servants of the house. It did not seem fair to her that they should serve someone essentially of their own status. Befriending them did not work as well, leaving Leto stuck in this sort of limbo between worlds - a commoner imposter among the high class.
Her mind was a tangled web of thoughts and worry, and she knew she did the household staff a disservice by keeping a lamp burning - many of them refused to sleep in case they could serve her in some way. It was dreadful. So, quietly slipping into a loose, short-cut chiton and binding her hair into a long braid, she snuck away to the livery where her mount was kept. A night ride would be the only thing to clear her mind.
Quietly, she readied Eteon, slipping on the mount's bridle and tying thin leather bindings around the horse's hooves just under the fetlock, to keep his shoes from sounding along the stone streets. Leto thanked the night sky for providing enough moonlight as she rode down through the winding streets of the quiet, darkened Upper Level. When passing through the gate to the Lower Level, she noted a few more lightened windows, a few shambling souls out in these few hours before dawn.
There were times growing up in Chaossis where she and the others her age would find themselves up to no good in the wee hours of the morning, chasing cats and baiting owls with rodents they caught as an early morning, haphazard offering to Athena. Passing by alleys, she saw some youths watch her as she rode past, startled by how quiet her passing by was but then going about their own business.
Finally reaching the beaches after passing along the Harbour Way, she stopped just shy of the soft sand to remove the hoof-coverings, tying them to her waistcord. Finding a crate to use to remount, she urged Eteon into a trot until she found firmer sand before urging him into a steady canter. The wind as it whipped around her seemed to flood her senses - touch, sound, smell - and it seemed to take most of the worries with her. The moon glinted off the water like shattered glass, sparkling against the inky blackness of the Aegean.
If she could make it to her favorite hideaway cove, perhaps bathing in the waters could clear her mind. That would pass enough of the time leading to sunrise, a glorious sight from down on the shoreline.
As she looked over the water, though, she noted something different, a white flash reflecting the light of the moon against the blackness of the sea. From this distance, it could have been a bit of sail or perhaps some driftwood. Slowing her mount to a trot, she led him to about ankle depth in the water, seeing if the tide would bring the object in closer. For a moment, she had Eteon stand there before slowly walking him forward just as the figure clearly took the form of a man.
Leto froze, and Eteon beneath her felt her tension and began pawing at the water with a hoof, snorting. Poseidon was known for taking lives who dared to tread his waters without the appropriate respect. Still, she felt drawn to investigate further, despite her deeper feelings to leave enough alone. If he was dead, he was someone's son or possibly even someone's father....they would want to know.
".....Sir?" Leto asked, cautiously, her voice too low at first over the crashing of the waves. Trying again, she spoke, "Sir....are you dead?"
With Magnus away, Leto found herself at liberty to do almost entirely as she pleased. Still, there was a consistent amount of worry for her brother whenever he sailed across the Aegean. All of this talk of murdered kings and cultists was fascinating from across the sea until the Master Informer received orders to sail right into the kingdom marred with treachery.
With her parents often asleep until well after the sun had risen, their son's hard-earned effort gaining them a form of early retirement, Leto knew she had several hours to herself - painfully alone. In the years since coming to Midas, she still shied away from being followed and waited upon by the servants of the house. It did not seem fair to her that they should serve someone essentially of their own status. Befriending them did not work as well, leaving Leto stuck in this sort of limbo between worlds - a commoner imposter among the high class.
Her mind was a tangled web of thoughts and worry, and she knew she did the household staff a disservice by keeping a lamp burning - many of them refused to sleep in case they could serve her in some way. It was dreadful. So, quietly slipping into a loose, short-cut chiton and binding her hair into a long braid, she snuck away to the livery where her mount was kept. A night ride would be the only thing to clear her mind.
Quietly, she readied Eteon, slipping on the mount's bridle and tying thin leather bindings around the horse's hooves just under the fetlock, to keep his shoes from sounding along the stone streets. Leto thanked the night sky for providing enough moonlight as she rode down through the winding streets of the quiet, darkened Upper Level. When passing through the gate to the Lower Level, she noted a few more lightened windows, a few shambling souls out in these few hours before dawn.
There were times growing up in Chaossis where she and the others her age would find themselves up to no good in the wee hours of the morning, chasing cats and baiting owls with rodents they caught as an early morning, haphazard offering to Athena. Passing by alleys, she saw some youths watch her as she rode past, startled by how quiet her passing by was but then going about their own business.
Finally reaching the beaches after passing along the Harbour Way, she stopped just shy of the soft sand to remove the hoof-coverings, tying them to her waistcord. Finding a crate to use to remount, she urged Eteon into a trot until she found firmer sand before urging him into a steady canter. The wind as it whipped around her seemed to flood her senses - touch, sound, smell - and it seemed to take most of the worries with her. The moon glinted off the water like shattered glass, sparkling against the inky blackness of the Aegean.
If she could make it to her favorite hideaway cove, perhaps bathing in the waters could clear her mind. That would pass enough of the time leading to sunrise, a glorious sight from down on the shoreline.
As she looked over the water, though, she noted something different, a white flash reflecting the light of the moon against the blackness of the sea. From this distance, it could have been a bit of sail or perhaps some driftwood. Slowing her mount to a trot, she led him to about ankle depth in the water, seeing if the tide would bring the object in closer. For a moment, she had Eteon stand there before slowly walking him forward just as the figure clearly took the form of a man.
Leto froze, and Eteon beneath her felt her tension and began pawing at the water with a hoof, snorting. Poseidon was known for taking lives who dared to tread his waters without the appropriate respect. Still, she felt drawn to investigate further, despite her deeper feelings to leave enough alone. If he was dead, he was someone's son or possibly even someone's father....they would want to know.
".....Sir?" Leto asked, cautiously, her voice too low at first over the crashing of the waves. Trying again, she spoke, "Sir....are you dead?"
With Magnus away, Leto found herself at liberty to do almost entirely as she pleased. Still, there was a consistent amount of worry for her brother whenever he sailed across the Aegean. All of this talk of murdered kings and cultists was fascinating from across the sea until the Master Informer received orders to sail right into the kingdom marred with treachery.
With her parents often asleep until well after the sun had risen, their son's hard-earned effort gaining them a form of early retirement, Leto knew she had several hours to herself - painfully alone. In the years since coming to Midas, she still shied away from being followed and waited upon by the servants of the house. It did not seem fair to her that they should serve someone essentially of their own status. Befriending them did not work as well, leaving Leto stuck in this sort of limbo between worlds - a commoner imposter among the high class.
Her mind was a tangled web of thoughts and worry, and she knew she did the household staff a disservice by keeping a lamp burning - many of them refused to sleep in case they could serve her in some way. It was dreadful. So, quietly slipping into a loose, short-cut chiton and binding her hair into a long braid, she snuck away to the livery where her mount was kept. A night ride would be the only thing to clear her mind.
Quietly, she readied Eteon, slipping on the mount's bridle and tying thin leather bindings around the horse's hooves just under the fetlock, to keep his shoes from sounding along the stone streets. Leto thanked the night sky for providing enough moonlight as she rode down through the winding streets of the quiet, darkened Upper Level. When passing through the gate to the Lower Level, she noted a few more lightened windows, a few shambling souls out in these few hours before dawn.
There were times growing up in Chaossis where she and the others her age would find themselves up to no good in the wee hours of the morning, chasing cats and baiting owls with rodents they caught as an early morning, haphazard offering to Athena. Passing by alleys, she saw some youths watch her as she rode past, startled by how quiet her passing by was but then going about their own business.
Finally reaching the beaches after passing along the Harbour Way, she stopped just shy of the soft sand to remove the hoof-coverings, tying them to her waistcord. Finding a crate to use to remount, she urged Eteon into a trot until she found firmer sand before urging him into a steady canter. The wind as it whipped around her seemed to flood her senses - touch, sound, smell - and it seemed to take most of the worries with her. The moon glinted off the water like shattered glass, sparkling against the inky blackness of the Aegean.
If she could make it to her favorite hideaway cove, perhaps bathing in the waters could clear her mind. That would pass enough of the time leading to sunrise, a glorious sight from down on the shoreline.
As she looked over the water, though, she noted something different, a white flash reflecting the light of the moon against the blackness of the sea. From this distance, it could have been a bit of sail or perhaps some driftwood. Slowing her mount to a trot, she led him to about ankle depth in the water, seeing if the tide would bring the object in closer. For a moment, she had Eteon stand there before slowly walking him forward just as the figure clearly took the form of a man.
Leto froze, and Eteon beneath her felt her tension and began pawing at the water with a hoof, snorting. Poseidon was known for taking lives who dared to tread his waters without the appropriate respect. Still, she felt drawn to investigate further, despite her deeper feelings to leave enough alone. If he was dead, he was someone's son or possibly even someone's father....they would want to know.
".....Sir?" Leto asked, cautiously, her voice too low at first over the crashing of the waves. Trying again, she spoke, "Sir....are you dead?"
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With Magnus away, Leto found herself at liberty to do almost entirely as she pleased. Still, there was a consistent amount of worry for her brother whenever he sailed across the Aegean. All of this talk of murdered kings and cultists was fascinating from across the sea until the Master Informer received orders to sail right into the kingdom marred with treachery.
With her parents often asleep until well after the sun had risen, their son's hard-earned effort gaining them a form of early retirement, Leto knew she had several hours to herself - painfully alone. In the years since coming to Midas, she still shied away from being followed and waited upon by the servants of the house. It did not seem fair to her that they should serve someone essentially of their own status. Befriending them did not work as well, leaving Leto stuck in this sort of limbo between worlds - a commoner imposter among the high class.
Her mind was a tangled web of thoughts and worry, and she knew she did the household staff a disservice by keeping a lamp burning - many of them refused to sleep in case they could serve her in some way. It was dreadful. So, quietly slipping into a loose, short-cut chiton and binding her hair into a long braid, she snuck away to the livery where her mount was kept. A night ride would be the only thing to clear her mind.
Quietly, she readied Eteon, slipping on the mount's bridle and tying thin leather bindings around the horse's hooves just under the fetlock, to keep his shoes from sounding along the stone streets. Leto thanked the night sky for providing enough moonlight as she rode down through the winding streets of the quiet, darkened Upper Level. When passing through the gate to the Lower Level, she noted a few more lightened windows, a few shambling souls out in these few hours before dawn.
There were times growing up in Chaossis where she and the others her age would find themselves up to no good in the wee hours of the morning, chasing cats and baiting owls with rodents they caught as an early morning, haphazard offering to Athena. Passing by alleys, she saw some youths watch her as she rode past, startled by how quiet her passing by was but then going about their own business.
Finally reaching the beaches after passing along the Harbour Way, she stopped just shy of the soft sand to remove the hoof-coverings, tying them to her waistcord. Finding a crate to use to remount, she urged Eteon into a trot until she found firmer sand before urging him into a steady canter. The wind as it whipped around her seemed to flood her senses - touch, sound, smell - and it seemed to take most of the worries with her. The moon glinted off the water like shattered glass, sparkling against the inky blackness of the Aegean.
If she could make it to her favorite hideaway cove, perhaps bathing in the waters could clear her mind. That would pass enough of the time leading to sunrise, a glorious sight from down on the shoreline.
As she looked over the water, though, she noted something different, a white flash reflecting the light of the moon against the blackness of the sea. From this distance, it could have been a bit of sail or perhaps some driftwood. Slowing her mount to a trot, she led him to about ankle depth in the water, seeing if the tide would bring the object in closer. For a moment, she had Eteon stand there before slowly walking him forward just as the figure clearly took the form of a man.
Leto froze, and Eteon beneath her felt her tension and began pawing at the water with a hoof, snorting. Poseidon was known for taking lives who dared to tread his waters without the appropriate respect. Still, she felt drawn to investigate further, despite her deeper feelings to leave enough alone. If he was dead, he was someone's son or possibly even someone's father....they would want to know.
".....Sir?" Leto asked, cautiously, her voice too low at first over the crashing of the waves. Trying again, she spoke, "Sir....are you dead?"
With Magnus away, Leto found herself at liberty to do almost entirely as she pleased. Still, there was a consistent amount of worry for her brother whenever he sailed across the Aegean. All of this talk of murdered kings and cultists was fascinating from across the sea until the Master Informer received orders to sail right into the kingdom marred with treachery.
With her parents often asleep until well after the sun had risen, their son's hard-earned effort gaining them a form of early retirement, Leto knew she had several hours to herself - painfully alone. In the years since coming to Midas, she still shied away from being followed and waited upon by the servants of the house. It did not seem fair to her that they should serve someone essentially of their own status. Befriending them did not work as well, leaving Leto stuck in this sort of limbo between worlds - a commoner imposter among the high class.
Her mind was a tangled web of thoughts and worry, and she knew she did the household staff a disservice by keeping a lamp burning - many of them refused to sleep in case they could serve her in some way. It was dreadful. So, quietly slipping into a loose, short-cut chiton and binding her hair into a long braid, she snuck away to the livery where her mount was kept. A night ride would be the only thing to clear her mind.
Quietly, she readied Eteon, slipping on the mount's bridle and tying thin leather bindings around the horse's hooves just under the fetlock, to keep his shoes from sounding along the stone streets. Leto thanked the night sky for providing enough moonlight as she rode down through the winding streets of the quiet, darkened Upper Level. When passing through the gate to the Lower Level, she noted a few more lightened windows, a few shambling souls out in these few hours before dawn.
There were times growing up in Chaossis where she and the others her age would find themselves up to no good in the wee hours of the morning, chasing cats and baiting owls with rodents they caught as an early morning, haphazard offering to Athena. Passing by alleys, she saw some youths watch her as she rode past, startled by how quiet her passing by was but then going about their own business.
Finally reaching the beaches after passing along the Harbour Way, she stopped just shy of the soft sand to remove the hoof-coverings, tying them to her waistcord. Finding a crate to use to remount, she urged Eteon into a trot until she found firmer sand before urging him into a steady canter. The wind as it whipped around her seemed to flood her senses - touch, sound, smell - and it seemed to take most of the worries with her. The moon glinted off the water like shattered glass, sparkling against the inky blackness of the Aegean.
If she could make it to her favorite hideaway cove, perhaps bathing in the waters could clear her mind. That would pass enough of the time leading to sunrise, a glorious sight from down on the shoreline.
As she looked over the water, though, she noted something different, a white flash reflecting the light of the moon against the blackness of the sea. From this distance, it could have been a bit of sail or perhaps some driftwood. Slowing her mount to a trot, she led him to about ankle depth in the water, seeing if the tide would bring the object in closer. For a moment, she had Eteon stand there before slowly walking him forward just as the figure clearly took the form of a man.
Leto froze, and Eteon beneath her felt her tension and began pawing at the water with a hoof, snorting. Poseidon was known for taking lives who dared to tread his waters without the appropriate respect. Still, she felt drawn to investigate further, despite her deeper feelings to leave enough alone. If he was dead, he was someone's son or possibly even someone's father....they would want to know.
".....Sir?" Leto asked, cautiously, her voice too low at first over the crashing of the waves. Trying again, she spoke, "Sir....are you dead?"
“Sir?”
“Sir are you dead?”
The voice in his dream sounded as if it were coming from far away, and Silanos startled. He should not be dreaming! He should not be sleeping! Jolting awake, he forgot where he was, lost his equilibrium on the surface and sank below the water a moment, salt water flooding his nostrils, filling his mouth. It was a shock and he struggled, panicking before he realised he could find the sea bed with his feet and he stood, emerging from the disturbed water like Poseidon from the deep- albeit with more coughing and spluttering. Fuck that He could have drowned! Blowing water out of his nose, he scrubbed his hands over his face, only to jump again when he noted a shadowy shape out of the corner of his eye and his heart seized.
“CERBERUS FUCKING BALLS!” The curse was loud, rolled across the water and Silanos took half a stumbled step backwards as he blinked frantically, eventually made the shadows out into the shape of a horse, now a startled horse, and a rider and he realised that perhaps the voice he had heard had not been at the edge of a dream, but rather from the edge of reality.
And he was fucking naked.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He spat toward whomever spied on him in the darkness. "Sneaking up on people like that?”
He took a couple of steps backward into deeper water, so it wrapped around his waist and left no room for..accidental exposure. The chill was bound not to be flattering and Silanos folded his arms across his chest, looked up at whomever had broken his solitude and cursed his luck. Or maybe he should be thanking it. He had fallen asleep.. A hand came up to push wet and clinging strands of dark hair off of his face, and he tried to make out more of the features of the...girl..it was a girl. Out in the darkness like he was. Odd Silanos hoped he wasn’t seeing things. He didn’t think it had gotten that bad but this was unusual to say the least.
“Sorry. Sorry.” The apology flew out almost without his say so, but he could recognise that it was warranted. Unless he was conjuring this woman in his tired mind “I think I fell asleep. You startled me.” She was tall, that much he could tell, and slender with what looked to be dark hair that disappeared against the inky blue of the sky behind her head.
He was at rather a disadvantage, being both naked and wet and slightly cold now he thought about it, but Sil was a bit stuck, the night-time stranger being between him and the shore where he’d carelessly discarded his things. And so he went on the offense “...what are you even doing out here?”
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“Sir?”
“Sir are you dead?”
The voice in his dream sounded as if it were coming from far away, and Silanos startled. He should not be dreaming! He should not be sleeping! Jolting awake, he forgot where he was, lost his equilibrium on the surface and sank below the water a moment, salt water flooding his nostrils, filling his mouth. It was a shock and he struggled, panicking before he realised he could find the sea bed with his feet and he stood, emerging from the disturbed water like Poseidon from the deep- albeit with more coughing and spluttering. Fuck that He could have drowned! Blowing water out of his nose, he scrubbed his hands over his face, only to jump again when he noted a shadowy shape out of the corner of his eye and his heart seized.
“CERBERUS FUCKING BALLS!” The curse was loud, rolled across the water and Silanos took half a stumbled step backwards as he blinked frantically, eventually made the shadows out into the shape of a horse, now a startled horse, and a rider and he realised that perhaps the voice he had heard had not been at the edge of a dream, but rather from the edge of reality.
And he was fucking naked.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He spat toward whomever spied on him in the darkness. "Sneaking up on people like that?”
He took a couple of steps backward into deeper water, so it wrapped around his waist and left no room for..accidental exposure. The chill was bound not to be flattering and Silanos folded his arms across his chest, looked up at whomever had broken his solitude and cursed his luck. Or maybe he should be thanking it. He had fallen asleep.. A hand came up to push wet and clinging strands of dark hair off of his face, and he tried to make out more of the features of the...girl..it was a girl. Out in the darkness like he was. Odd Silanos hoped he wasn’t seeing things. He didn’t think it had gotten that bad but this was unusual to say the least.
“Sorry. Sorry.” The apology flew out almost without his say so, but he could recognise that it was warranted. Unless he was conjuring this woman in his tired mind “I think I fell asleep. You startled me.” She was tall, that much he could tell, and slender with what looked to be dark hair that disappeared against the inky blue of the sky behind her head.
He was at rather a disadvantage, being both naked and wet and slightly cold now he thought about it, but Sil was a bit stuck, the night-time stranger being between him and the shore where he’d carelessly discarded his things. And so he went on the offense “...what are you even doing out here?”
“Sir?”
“Sir are you dead?”
The voice in his dream sounded as if it were coming from far away, and Silanos startled. He should not be dreaming! He should not be sleeping! Jolting awake, he forgot where he was, lost his equilibrium on the surface and sank below the water a moment, salt water flooding his nostrils, filling his mouth. It was a shock and he struggled, panicking before he realised he could find the sea bed with his feet and he stood, emerging from the disturbed water like Poseidon from the deep- albeit with more coughing and spluttering. Fuck that He could have drowned! Blowing water out of his nose, he scrubbed his hands over his face, only to jump again when he noted a shadowy shape out of the corner of his eye and his heart seized.
“CERBERUS FUCKING BALLS!” The curse was loud, rolled across the water and Silanos took half a stumbled step backwards as he blinked frantically, eventually made the shadows out into the shape of a horse, now a startled horse, and a rider and he realised that perhaps the voice he had heard had not been at the edge of a dream, but rather from the edge of reality.
And he was fucking naked.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He spat toward whomever spied on him in the darkness. "Sneaking up on people like that?”
He took a couple of steps backward into deeper water, so it wrapped around his waist and left no room for..accidental exposure. The chill was bound not to be flattering and Silanos folded his arms across his chest, looked up at whomever had broken his solitude and cursed his luck. Or maybe he should be thanking it. He had fallen asleep.. A hand came up to push wet and clinging strands of dark hair off of his face, and he tried to make out more of the features of the...girl..it was a girl. Out in the darkness like he was. Odd Silanos hoped he wasn’t seeing things. He didn’t think it had gotten that bad but this was unusual to say the least.
“Sorry. Sorry.” The apology flew out almost without his say so, but he could recognise that it was warranted. Unless he was conjuring this woman in his tired mind “I think I fell asleep. You startled me.” She was tall, that much he could tell, and slender with what looked to be dark hair that disappeared against the inky blue of the sky behind her head.
He was at rather a disadvantage, being both naked and wet and slightly cold now he thought about it, but Sil was a bit stuck, the night-time stranger being between him and the shore where he’d carelessly discarded his things. And so he went on the offense “...what are you even doing out here?”
Honestly, Leto should have seen it coming. Blame it on the insomnia or lack of sleep for her fault in judgement, but she should have considered the fact that the body in the water was not dead. She didn't, and as a result, when the man flailed, dunked under the water, then emerged sputtering and coughing, Eteon decided it was time to get away from there.
The horse shied away from the man in the water, rearing slightly in a way that sent Leto scrambling to grab a hold of the horse's mane for balance. Under more ideal circumstances, she would have anticipated the horse's shoulder dropping down as he ran sidelong towards the shore. The combination of the sudden movement and the rush of adrenaline to her own head had her clinging onto the horse with her legs at an angle, with each bouncing stride and splash shifting her further and further down her mount's side. By the time all balance was lost and she was falling, they had not quite made it out of the water completely, and she landed with a combination of a splash and a thud in the shallow surf.
Groaning at the impact, she sat up just a hair too slowly, as a small wave broke over her where she had landed, splashing her face with salt water and sand. Now, there were two strangers in the hours just before sunrise, sputtering and coughing on the beach. The curses being hurled at her sent her scrambling to her feet, her soaked chiton now clinging to her legs and making it a bit more of a struggle than usual to get to the shore, where Eteon anxiously pranced in vague circle, working through his nerves but loyal enough not to bolt away.
"I wasn't sneaking! I thought you were a dead body!" she yelled back at him, her nerves having not yet subsided from the commotion and her crash landing. Wiping the droplets of water from the hairs of her brows and lashes before they threatened to get into her eyes, she saw him now standing waist deep in the water - clearly naked. Leto blinked a few times and tried to peel her chiton away from her legs enough for her to move, but the fabric had become thick, heavy and tangled.
The man apologized, which was quite shocking given the fact that he nearly cursed here from here to Olympus a moment ago. Still, it was appreciated somewhere deep within her, and it seemed to give her permission to try to breathe normally again.
"It's alright, I just...you looked dead out there. It's not normal to see someone just....floating like that, you know." Her tone softened slightly with each passing breath, and she tried to wring out the fabric of her chiton as she looked over at her restless mount that pawed at the ground. Her attention went back to the man in the water as he asked her the question, but she then suddenly remembered how very naked he was and stuttered a moment, closing her eyes and turning away as she replied, "Just, uh, just riding...I couldn't sleep."
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Honestly, Leto should have seen it coming. Blame it on the insomnia or lack of sleep for her fault in judgement, but she should have considered the fact that the body in the water was not dead. She didn't, and as a result, when the man flailed, dunked under the water, then emerged sputtering and coughing, Eteon decided it was time to get away from there.
The horse shied away from the man in the water, rearing slightly in a way that sent Leto scrambling to grab a hold of the horse's mane for balance. Under more ideal circumstances, she would have anticipated the horse's shoulder dropping down as he ran sidelong towards the shore. The combination of the sudden movement and the rush of adrenaline to her own head had her clinging onto the horse with her legs at an angle, with each bouncing stride and splash shifting her further and further down her mount's side. By the time all balance was lost and she was falling, they had not quite made it out of the water completely, and she landed with a combination of a splash and a thud in the shallow surf.
Groaning at the impact, she sat up just a hair too slowly, as a small wave broke over her where she had landed, splashing her face with salt water and sand. Now, there were two strangers in the hours just before sunrise, sputtering and coughing on the beach. The curses being hurled at her sent her scrambling to her feet, her soaked chiton now clinging to her legs and making it a bit more of a struggle than usual to get to the shore, where Eteon anxiously pranced in vague circle, working through his nerves but loyal enough not to bolt away.
"I wasn't sneaking! I thought you were a dead body!" she yelled back at him, her nerves having not yet subsided from the commotion and her crash landing. Wiping the droplets of water from the hairs of her brows and lashes before they threatened to get into her eyes, she saw him now standing waist deep in the water - clearly naked. Leto blinked a few times and tried to peel her chiton away from her legs enough for her to move, but the fabric had become thick, heavy and tangled.
The man apologized, which was quite shocking given the fact that he nearly cursed here from here to Olympus a moment ago. Still, it was appreciated somewhere deep within her, and it seemed to give her permission to try to breathe normally again.
"It's alright, I just...you looked dead out there. It's not normal to see someone just....floating like that, you know." Her tone softened slightly with each passing breath, and she tried to wring out the fabric of her chiton as she looked over at her restless mount that pawed at the ground. Her attention went back to the man in the water as he asked her the question, but she then suddenly remembered how very naked he was and stuttered a moment, closing her eyes and turning away as she replied, "Just, uh, just riding...I couldn't sleep."
Honestly, Leto should have seen it coming. Blame it on the insomnia or lack of sleep for her fault in judgement, but she should have considered the fact that the body in the water was not dead. She didn't, and as a result, when the man flailed, dunked under the water, then emerged sputtering and coughing, Eteon decided it was time to get away from there.
The horse shied away from the man in the water, rearing slightly in a way that sent Leto scrambling to grab a hold of the horse's mane for balance. Under more ideal circumstances, she would have anticipated the horse's shoulder dropping down as he ran sidelong towards the shore. The combination of the sudden movement and the rush of adrenaline to her own head had her clinging onto the horse with her legs at an angle, with each bouncing stride and splash shifting her further and further down her mount's side. By the time all balance was lost and she was falling, they had not quite made it out of the water completely, and she landed with a combination of a splash and a thud in the shallow surf.
Groaning at the impact, she sat up just a hair too slowly, as a small wave broke over her where she had landed, splashing her face with salt water and sand. Now, there were two strangers in the hours just before sunrise, sputtering and coughing on the beach. The curses being hurled at her sent her scrambling to her feet, her soaked chiton now clinging to her legs and making it a bit more of a struggle than usual to get to the shore, where Eteon anxiously pranced in vague circle, working through his nerves but loyal enough not to bolt away.
"I wasn't sneaking! I thought you were a dead body!" she yelled back at him, her nerves having not yet subsided from the commotion and her crash landing. Wiping the droplets of water from the hairs of her brows and lashes before they threatened to get into her eyes, she saw him now standing waist deep in the water - clearly naked. Leto blinked a few times and tried to peel her chiton away from her legs enough for her to move, but the fabric had become thick, heavy and tangled.
The man apologized, which was quite shocking given the fact that he nearly cursed here from here to Olympus a moment ago. Still, it was appreciated somewhere deep within her, and it seemed to give her permission to try to breathe normally again.
"It's alright, I just...you looked dead out there. It's not normal to see someone just....floating like that, you know." Her tone softened slightly with each passing breath, and she tried to wring out the fabric of her chiton as she looked over at her restless mount that pawed at the ground. Her attention went back to the man in the water as he asked her the question, but she then suddenly remembered how very naked he was and stuttered a moment, closing her eyes and turning away as she replied, "Just, uh, just riding...I couldn't sleep."
If he were being ungenerous, Sil might have thought it some kind of divine justice that saw the girl get a dunking of her own after startling him into almost drowning. Still flustered, he only scowled back at her as she yelled, for at least as long as it took his somewhat wine-addled thoughts to factor that if she had not disturbed him, he might have ended up as dead as she’d thought him to be. Fuck.
His gaze drifted past the gangly form of the young woman, beyond to where he could just about make out his things left on the sand, and Silanos debated the wisdom of just striding right out to get them. The thought brought the curve of a smile to his mouth, but he ruled it out, shooting his beach companion a wry look as she accepted his hastily thrown out apology.
“It’s not normal to be riding along the beach in the middle of the night on your own either” he replied, tracking her glance toward her horse and then back again. “Who knows what miscreants you might happen upon”.
When the girl closed her eyes and turned away, the lord gave a snort and waded through the shallows until the sand became firm underfoot and he lost the modesty preserving embrace of the water. As he passed close by the girl, Silanos shot her a sideways look, realised he recognised her now she was more than a shapeless blob in the darkness. Still pretty shapeless he mused, allowing his gaze to wander over where the fabric of her chiton clung to her slender form.
He called back over his shoulder as he reached his things, tugged on the simple pants over wet skin. “You’re..uh...Magnus’ sister aren’t you?” he asked, turning to look at her again as he stooped to pick up his shirt which he pulled on at a leisurely pace. “Surely the master informer does not consent to his sister running around like some feral thing in the night?”
With his feet still bare and clothes haphazardly drawn on, Silanos seemed entirely oblivious to the fact that he might be appearing a little feral himself, reaching down into the sand to retrieve the wineskin that he’d been forced to give up for his moonlit swim...drown.Ambling back down the sand, he extended it toward Leto with a grin. “Still. Sorry you got all wet on my account” The last of his words was almost lost in the yawn that followed, Sil blinking rapidly, eyes losing focus briefly before he quirked a brow at Leto and that same cat-like grin reappeared. “Silanos of Valaoritis. Most pleased to make your acquaintance”.
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If he were being ungenerous, Sil might have thought it some kind of divine justice that saw the girl get a dunking of her own after startling him into almost drowning. Still flustered, he only scowled back at her as she yelled, for at least as long as it took his somewhat wine-addled thoughts to factor that if she had not disturbed him, he might have ended up as dead as she’d thought him to be. Fuck.
His gaze drifted past the gangly form of the young woman, beyond to where he could just about make out his things left on the sand, and Silanos debated the wisdom of just striding right out to get them. The thought brought the curve of a smile to his mouth, but he ruled it out, shooting his beach companion a wry look as she accepted his hastily thrown out apology.
“It’s not normal to be riding along the beach in the middle of the night on your own either” he replied, tracking her glance toward her horse and then back again. “Who knows what miscreants you might happen upon”.
When the girl closed her eyes and turned away, the lord gave a snort and waded through the shallows until the sand became firm underfoot and he lost the modesty preserving embrace of the water. As he passed close by the girl, Silanos shot her a sideways look, realised he recognised her now she was more than a shapeless blob in the darkness. Still pretty shapeless he mused, allowing his gaze to wander over where the fabric of her chiton clung to her slender form.
He called back over his shoulder as he reached his things, tugged on the simple pants over wet skin. “You’re..uh...Magnus’ sister aren’t you?” he asked, turning to look at her again as he stooped to pick up his shirt which he pulled on at a leisurely pace. “Surely the master informer does not consent to his sister running around like some feral thing in the night?”
With his feet still bare and clothes haphazardly drawn on, Silanos seemed entirely oblivious to the fact that he might be appearing a little feral himself, reaching down into the sand to retrieve the wineskin that he’d been forced to give up for his moonlit swim...drown.Ambling back down the sand, he extended it toward Leto with a grin. “Still. Sorry you got all wet on my account” The last of his words was almost lost in the yawn that followed, Sil blinking rapidly, eyes losing focus briefly before he quirked a brow at Leto and that same cat-like grin reappeared. “Silanos of Valaoritis. Most pleased to make your acquaintance”.
If he were being ungenerous, Sil might have thought it some kind of divine justice that saw the girl get a dunking of her own after startling him into almost drowning. Still flustered, he only scowled back at her as she yelled, for at least as long as it took his somewhat wine-addled thoughts to factor that if she had not disturbed him, he might have ended up as dead as she’d thought him to be. Fuck.
His gaze drifted past the gangly form of the young woman, beyond to where he could just about make out his things left on the sand, and Silanos debated the wisdom of just striding right out to get them. The thought brought the curve of a smile to his mouth, but he ruled it out, shooting his beach companion a wry look as she accepted his hastily thrown out apology.
“It’s not normal to be riding along the beach in the middle of the night on your own either” he replied, tracking her glance toward her horse and then back again. “Who knows what miscreants you might happen upon”.
When the girl closed her eyes and turned away, the lord gave a snort and waded through the shallows until the sand became firm underfoot and he lost the modesty preserving embrace of the water. As he passed close by the girl, Silanos shot her a sideways look, realised he recognised her now she was more than a shapeless blob in the darkness. Still pretty shapeless he mused, allowing his gaze to wander over where the fabric of her chiton clung to her slender form.
He called back over his shoulder as he reached his things, tugged on the simple pants over wet skin. “You’re..uh...Magnus’ sister aren’t you?” he asked, turning to look at her again as he stooped to pick up his shirt which he pulled on at a leisurely pace. “Surely the master informer does not consent to his sister running around like some feral thing in the night?”
With his feet still bare and clothes haphazardly drawn on, Silanos seemed entirely oblivious to the fact that he might be appearing a little feral himself, reaching down into the sand to retrieve the wineskin that he’d been forced to give up for his moonlit swim...drown.Ambling back down the sand, he extended it toward Leto with a grin. “Still. Sorry you got all wet on my account” The last of his words was almost lost in the yawn that followed, Sil blinking rapidly, eyes losing focus briefly before he quirked a brow at Leto and that same cat-like grin reappeared. “Silanos of Valaoritis. Most pleased to make your acquaintance”.
Leto's heartbeat started working its way towards a normal pace, though her mind was still more than a little flustered from the events. The same could be said for her mount, who still paced side-to-side as he kept an eye on not only his rider but the strange thing that had emerged from the water as it walked onto the sand behind her. Leto made a few comforting sounds towards the horse, who responded with a snort of his own and by unpinning his ears slightly.
These sounds were cut short by the man's appraisal of her riding late at night. Despite the fact that he was quite correct in the assessment, her head flung around to glare at him with such force that her curls whipped around over her shoulder only for her to immediately turn away after seeing a flash of too much skin in the moonlight. Not keen on the idea of both seeing the man fully naked or the idea of being snuck up upon, she glanced slightly out of the corner of her eye to see him reach down and pick up a pair of pants before shifting her eyeline back towards her horse defiantly.
"I'll say," she muttered, once again reaching down to try to peel the chiton fabric off her leg. Gathering some of it in a small bundle before her, she wrung the fabric and felt a significant weight drop from the cloth as water cascaded down to the sand, setting off the color just a slight bit darker. She felt rather than saw him pass closer to her, her eyes once again pinning him with a strong yet cautious stare. Her eyes widened in the darkness as he mentioned Magnus's name, and her hands froze in place clutched around the fabric of her chiton. Her blood once again rushed to her ears in a quiet roar as dread sunk into her stomach.
There were only two kinds of people that could speak of Magnus and his position in such a familiar way - unsuspecting lowlifes from the city's underbelly who passed messages in tavern whispers, or noblemen of a certain rank who wanted to know the information her brother was tasked with relaying to keep the kingdom in motion. From the sheer oddity of the man being out in the middle of the night, half-drunk by the look of his wineskin, and just floating in the ocean for some reason, Leto would have suspected him to be the former.
Then again, as her eyes watched him slip his shirt on over a distinct musculature, she swallowed a moment. He could be noble, though....given his state of being she had her doubts.
"The Master Informer probably has more important things to worry about," she retorted back, and though it held some bite of offense at being called feral - which was rather accurate, given the look of her and the late hours - it was a far cry from the almost childish yelling that had taken place moments before. Still, by the look of the man, he seemed a bit worse for wear...drunk, soaked, and a touch wild-looking. If she weren't so irritated by his name-calling and general annoyance of existence, she might have found it attractive, like those rugged heroes in various tales. But her mind would not think much on 'that'.
She resorted to crossing her arms as he apologized, a non-comital acceptance. She stood there a brief moment as he seemed to gather himself together before she started to cross towards Eteon, murmuring a few words to try to summon him to her. Her feet stopped moving and with her back facing the man, she heard his introduction....and clenched her eyes closed in a wince.
By all the gods, Leto wished that the sands beneath her feet would open up and allow the earth to swallow her whole.
This was close to her worst fears realized - not only was she somewhere she did not need to be, but she was in the presence of nobility, whom she had moments before yelled at and had nearly seen naked. It was so bizarre that in that moment, she imagined Magnus' livid form soaring across the waves from whatever ship he was on to strike her down in some way. This crossed nearly every line that she had tried for some time not to cross, yet here she was.
Taking a deep breath, she turned to face the man again, her teeth still clenched to keep other bitter words from escaping her cursed lips, though they wanted to even more when she saw the sly grin on his lips. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and irritation and though her eyes narrowed briefly at his expression, she let out a breath she did not realize she had been holding and unfolded her arms, dipping into a slightly defeated yet defiant curtsey, balancing in the sand.
"My Lord Silanos..." She paused as she straightened and pressed her lips together into a thin line for a brief moment as if to try to keep the words locked in her mouth, but instead she relented and almost begrudgingly offered, "Leto of Chaossis, at your service. My...apologize for my....tone before."
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Leto's heartbeat started working its way towards a normal pace, though her mind was still more than a little flustered from the events. The same could be said for her mount, who still paced side-to-side as he kept an eye on not only his rider but the strange thing that had emerged from the water as it walked onto the sand behind her. Leto made a few comforting sounds towards the horse, who responded with a snort of his own and by unpinning his ears slightly.
These sounds were cut short by the man's appraisal of her riding late at night. Despite the fact that he was quite correct in the assessment, her head flung around to glare at him with such force that her curls whipped around over her shoulder only for her to immediately turn away after seeing a flash of too much skin in the moonlight. Not keen on the idea of both seeing the man fully naked or the idea of being snuck up upon, she glanced slightly out of the corner of her eye to see him reach down and pick up a pair of pants before shifting her eyeline back towards her horse defiantly.
"I'll say," she muttered, once again reaching down to try to peel the chiton fabric off her leg. Gathering some of it in a small bundle before her, she wrung the fabric and felt a significant weight drop from the cloth as water cascaded down to the sand, setting off the color just a slight bit darker. She felt rather than saw him pass closer to her, her eyes once again pinning him with a strong yet cautious stare. Her eyes widened in the darkness as he mentioned Magnus's name, and her hands froze in place clutched around the fabric of her chiton. Her blood once again rushed to her ears in a quiet roar as dread sunk into her stomach.
There were only two kinds of people that could speak of Magnus and his position in such a familiar way - unsuspecting lowlifes from the city's underbelly who passed messages in tavern whispers, or noblemen of a certain rank who wanted to know the information her brother was tasked with relaying to keep the kingdom in motion. From the sheer oddity of the man being out in the middle of the night, half-drunk by the look of his wineskin, and just floating in the ocean for some reason, Leto would have suspected him to be the former.
Then again, as her eyes watched him slip his shirt on over a distinct musculature, she swallowed a moment. He could be noble, though....given his state of being she had her doubts.
"The Master Informer probably has more important things to worry about," she retorted back, and though it held some bite of offense at being called feral - which was rather accurate, given the look of her and the late hours - it was a far cry from the almost childish yelling that had taken place moments before. Still, by the look of the man, he seemed a bit worse for wear...drunk, soaked, and a touch wild-looking. If she weren't so irritated by his name-calling and general annoyance of existence, she might have found it attractive, like those rugged heroes in various tales. But her mind would not think much on 'that'.
She resorted to crossing her arms as he apologized, a non-comital acceptance. She stood there a brief moment as he seemed to gather himself together before she started to cross towards Eteon, murmuring a few words to try to summon him to her. Her feet stopped moving and with her back facing the man, she heard his introduction....and clenched her eyes closed in a wince.
By all the gods, Leto wished that the sands beneath her feet would open up and allow the earth to swallow her whole.
This was close to her worst fears realized - not only was she somewhere she did not need to be, but she was in the presence of nobility, whom she had moments before yelled at and had nearly seen naked. It was so bizarre that in that moment, she imagined Magnus' livid form soaring across the waves from whatever ship he was on to strike her down in some way. This crossed nearly every line that she had tried for some time not to cross, yet here she was.
Taking a deep breath, she turned to face the man again, her teeth still clenched to keep other bitter words from escaping her cursed lips, though they wanted to even more when she saw the sly grin on his lips. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and irritation and though her eyes narrowed briefly at his expression, she let out a breath she did not realize she had been holding and unfolded her arms, dipping into a slightly defeated yet defiant curtsey, balancing in the sand.
"My Lord Silanos..." She paused as she straightened and pressed her lips together into a thin line for a brief moment as if to try to keep the words locked in her mouth, but instead she relented and almost begrudgingly offered, "Leto of Chaossis, at your service. My...apologize for my....tone before."
Leto's heartbeat started working its way towards a normal pace, though her mind was still more than a little flustered from the events. The same could be said for her mount, who still paced side-to-side as he kept an eye on not only his rider but the strange thing that had emerged from the water as it walked onto the sand behind her. Leto made a few comforting sounds towards the horse, who responded with a snort of his own and by unpinning his ears slightly.
These sounds were cut short by the man's appraisal of her riding late at night. Despite the fact that he was quite correct in the assessment, her head flung around to glare at him with such force that her curls whipped around over her shoulder only for her to immediately turn away after seeing a flash of too much skin in the moonlight. Not keen on the idea of both seeing the man fully naked or the idea of being snuck up upon, she glanced slightly out of the corner of her eye to see him reach down and pick up a pair of pants before shifting her eyeline back towards her horse defiantly.
"I'll say," she muttered, once again reaching down to try to peel the chiton fabric off her leg. Gathering some of it in a small bundle before her, she wrung the fabric and felt a significant weight drop from the cloth as water cascaded down to the sand, setting off the color just a slight bit darker. She felt rather than saw him pass closer to her, her eyes once again pinning him with a strong yet cautious stare. Her eyes widened in the darkness as he mentioned Magnus's name, and her hands froze in place clutched around the fabric of her chiton. Her blood once again rushed to her ears in a quiet roar as dread sunk into her stomach.
There were only two kinds of people that could speak of Magnus and his position in such a familiar way - unsuspecting lowlifes from the city's underbelly who passed messages in tavern whispers, or noblemen of a certain rank who wanted to know the information her brother was tasked with relaying to keep the kingdom in motion. From the sheer oddity of the man being out in the middle of the night, half-drunk by the look of his wineskin, and just floating in the ocean for some reason, Leto would have suspected him to be the former.
Then again, as her eyes watched him slip his shirt on over a distinct musculature, she swallowed a moment. He could be noble, though....given his state of being she had her doubts.
"The Master Informer probably has more important things to worry about," she retorted back, and though it held some bite of offense at being called feral - which was rather accurate, given the look of her and the late hours - it was a far cry from the almost childish yelling that had taken place moments before. Still, by the look of the man, he seemed a bit worse for wear...drunk, soaked, and a touch wild-looking. If she weren't so irritated by his name-calling and general annoyance of existence, she might have found it attractive, like those rugged heroes in various tales. But her mind would not think much on 'that'.
She resorted to crossing her arms as he apologized, a non-comital acceptance. She stood there a brief moment as he seemed to gather himself together before she started to cross towards Eteon, murmuring a few words to try to summon him to her. Her feet stopped moving and with her back facing the man, she heard his introduction....and clenched her eyes closed in a wince.
By all the gods, Leto wished that the sands beneath her feet would open up and allow the earth to swallow her whole.
This was close to her worst fears realized - not only was she somewhere she did not need to be, but she was in the presence of nobility, whom she had moments before yelled at and had nearly seen naked. It was so bizarre that in that moment, she imagined Magnus' livid form soaring across the waves from whatever ship he was on to strike her down in some way. This crossed nearly every line that she had tried for some time not to cross, yet here she was.
Taking a deep breath, she turned to face the man again, her teeth still clenched to keep other bitter words from escaping her cursed lips, though they wanted to even more when she saw the sly grin on his lips. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and irritation and though her eyes narrowed briefly at his expression, she let out a breath she did not realize she had been holding and unfolded her arms, dipping into a slightly defeated yet defiant curtsey, balancing in the sand.
"My Lord Silanos..." She paused as she straightened and pressed her lips together into a thin line for a brief moment as if to try to keep the words locked in her mouth, but instead she relented and almost begrudgingly offered, "Leto of Chaossis, at your service. My...apologize for my....tone before."
Sil’s grin had only widened at hearing the annoyance in her reply, flashing white in the darkness as he lazily redressed. He did not tell her that he hadn’t said feral was bad, though he thought he rather liked it actually. Suited her somehow with her wild hair and sharp features. That she was the sister of the secret keeper, well that was intriguing in itself. Silanos knew Tim had no love for the man, but he was very much of the mind to draw his own conclusions, and so he thought it might be fun to pass a while with this sharp-tongued girl. And she were not nobility as such, so what few reservations Silanos had were certainly not likely to hinder him here. If they ever truly did.
His offer of the wineskin that went along with his introduction went unresponded to though, the lord muttering a ‘“Suit yourself” before he raised it to his own lips, taking a pull that he nearly spat out in the next. It was just too funny, her blatant irritation and the forced civility that she tried to layer over the top of it. Swallowing his mouthful, Silanos laughed loudly, his eyes dancing with mirth as he watched her rise from the neat little curtsy.
“My...we are well-polished aren’t we” he said, and then swept an exaggerated bow, straightening to meet her gaze again with yet another delighted smile. “ And so formal, Leto. I can promise you I shall not be scandalised if you call me Silanos. Or Sil. Whatever you like, go ahead.”
Indeed, Silanos found himself rather glad of the unexpected company. Given that near disastrous attempt at using the water to keep himself awake, he would need to employ other means to make it through until dawn, and he wondered if he might be able to entice this girl to stay a while. Just to have someone to talk to so he would not fall asleep.
“What was your tone before anyway? Should I have been offended?” There was a teasing curiosity behind his words, and Sil watched Leto, wondering how much his status as a Lord changed things. How he could turn it to his advantage. He shivered a little as there was a slight stirring of a breeze off the sea, took another swig of wine to chase off the cold.
“You should probably stay to make amends. I shouldn’t be left alone really, what with the almost drowning and everything….”
He shrugged as if he didn’t much care either way, and turned to go and flop down on the sand where he had picked up his things from. The Lord was almost elegant in his movement, but careless with it too as if he hadn’t the energy to pick up his feet properly. He folded down next to the sword that he hadn’t bothered to claim, and picked up the himation that he’d forgotten he’d been wearing. “Catch” he called, throwing it toward the girl who still stood away from him. Pulling up his knees, Sil wrapped his arms around them, wineskin still clutched like something precious, and peered up at Leto expectantly. “Well are you coming to sit down and have some of this wine or not”
As if it were nothing out of the ordinary at all to suggest such a thing to a new acquaintance out amongst the sea and the stars.
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Sil’s grin had only widened at hearing the annoyance in her reply, flashing white in the darkness as he lazily redressed. He did not tell her that he hadn’t said feral was bad, though he thought he rather liked it actually. Suited her somehow with her wild hair and sharp features. That she was the sister of the secret keeper, well that was intriguing in itself. Silanos knew Tim had no love for the man, but he was very much of the mind to draw his own conclusions, and so he thought it might be fun to pass a while with this sharp-tongued girl. And she were not nobility as such, so what few reservations Silanos had were certainly not likely to hinder him here. If they ever truly did.
His offer of the wineskin that went along with his introduction went unresponded to though, the lord muttering a ‘“Suit yourself” before he raised it to his own lips, taking a pull that he nearly spat out in the next. It was just too funny, her blatant irritation and the forced civility that she tried to layer over the top of it. Swallowing his mouthful, Silanos laughed loudly, his eyes dancing with mirth as he watched her rise from the neat little curtsy.
“My...we are well-polished aren’t we” he said, and then swept an exaggerated bow, straightening to meet her gaze again with yet another delighted smile. “ And so formal, Leto. I can promise you I shall not be scandalised if you call me Silanos. Or Sil. Whatever you like, go ahead.”
Indeed, Silanos found himself rather glad of the unexpected company. Given that near disastrous attempt at using the water to keep himself awake, he would need to employ other means to make it through until dawn, and he wondered if he might be able to entice this girl to stay a while. Just to have someone to talk to so he would not fall asleep.
“What was your tone before anyway? Should I have been offended?” There was a teasing curiosity behind his words, and Sil watched Leto, wondering how much his status as a Lord changed things. How he could turn it to his advantage. He shivered a little as there was a slight stirring of a breeze off the sea, took another swig of wine to chase off the cold.
“You should probably stay to make amends. I shouldn’t be left alone really, what with the almost drowning and everything….”
He shrugged as if he didn’t much care either way, and turned to go and flop down on the sand where he had picked up his things from. The Lord was almost elegant in his movement, but careless with it too as if he hadn’t the energy to pick up his feet properly. He folded down next to the sword that he hadn’t bothered to claim, and picked up the himation that he’d forgotten he’d been wearing. “Catch” he called, throwing it toward the girl who still stood away from him. Pulling up his knees, Sil wrapped his arms around them, wineskin still clutched like something precious, and peered up at Leto expectantly. “Well are you coming to sit down and have some of this wine or not”
As if it were nothing out of the ordinary at all to suggest such a thing to a new acquaintance out amongst the sea and the stars.
Sil’s grin had only widened at hearing the annoyance in her reply, flashing white in the darkness as he lazily redressed. He did not tell her that he hadn’t said feral was bad, though he thought he rather liked it actually. Suited her somehow with her wild hair and sharp features. That she was the sister of the secret keeper, well that was intriguing in itself. Silanos knew Tim had no love for the man, but he was very much of the mind to draw his own conclusions, and so he thought it might be fun to pass a while with this sharp-tongued girl. And she were not nobility as such, so what few reservations Silanos had were certainly not likely to hinder him here. If they ever truly did.
His offer of the wineskin that went along with his introduction went unresponded to though, the lord muttering a ‘“Suit yourself” before he raised it to his own lips, taking a pull that he nearly spat out in the next. It was just too funny, her blatant irritation and the forced civility that she tried to layer over the top of it. Swallowing his mouthful, Silanos laughed loudly, his eyes dancing with mirth as he watched her rise from the neat little curtsy.
“My...we are well-polished aren’t we” he said, and then swept an exaggerated bow, straightening to meet her gaze again with yet another delighted smile. “ And so formal, Leto. I can promise you I shall not be scandalised if you call me Silanos. Or Sil. Whatever you like, go ahead.”
Indeed, Silanos found himself rather glad of the unexpected company. Given that near disastrous attempt at using the water to keep himself awake, he would need to employ other means to make it through until dawn, and he wondered if he might be able to entice this girl to stay a while. Just to have someone to talk to so he would not fall asleep.
“What was your tone before anyway? Should I have been offended?” There was a teasing curiosity behind his words, and Sil watched Leto, wondering how much his status as a Lord changed things. How he could turn it to his advantage. He shivered a little as there was a slight stirring of a breeze off the sea, took another swig of wine to chase off the cold.
“You should probably stay to make amends. I shouldn’t be left alone really, what with the almost drowning and everything….”
He shrugged as if he didn’t much care either way, and turned to go and flop down on the sand where he had picked up his things from. The Lord was almost elegant in his movement, but careless with it too as if he hadn’t the energy to pick up his feet properly. He folded down next to the sword that he hadn’t bothered to claim, and picked up the himation that he’d forgotten he’d been wearing. “Catch” he called, throwing it toward the girl who still stood away from him. Pulling up his knees, Sil wrapped his arms around them, wineskin still clutched like something precious, and peered up at Leto expectantly. “Well are you coming to sit down and have some of this wine or not”
As if it were nothing out of the ordinary at all to suggest such a thing to a new acquaintance out amongst the sea and the stars.
A volatile mixture of responses rippled through her, presenting themselves in the uneasy shift from foot to foot and the narrowing of her eyes at his lightly mocking tone at her attempted propriety and apology. Leto was more than familiar with the name Valaoritis, particularly with Magnus' interests in Lady Iolanthe, a close relation to the head of the house, Baron Timeaus, and she supposed, this Lord Silanos as well. This was miserable.
The man was drunk, as apparent by the ease with which he drank from the wineskin as well as the exaggerated nature of his bow, and of course, his tone. Then again, it could have been in his nature somehow to be so, so....pompous. It was not her place to say or to think it aloud. However, it only set her a bit more on edge when he offered for her to address him without titles. Her brows lowered seriously at that.
It was a trap. It had to be. Her mind played through all the worst case scenarios of how this could end, with the Lord finding a way to use this against her brother in some case. Oh, how she wished she had not been recognized, or if she had even just lied about who she was and left the drunk man to fend for himself...
Or, alternately, he could have died in some tragic, drunken accident and some random witness along the roads could turn her in as a suspect to foul play or murder, just like in the tales of mysteries that she read at night.
Trying to resist the urge to overthink much more, she sighed at his question of a tone, her arms still crossed though her fingers now fidgeted with the end of her braid as it fell over her shoulder. There was no good answer and chose to reply cautiously, "I suppose that is for My Lord to decide."
Her 'punishment' as it were was to accompany him, and she watched as he unceremoniously sat back into the sand with a soft thud. Was he serious? It's a trap her mind continued to press, as the cogs of the possible consequences began to turn even more quickly. Should she refuse out of propriety? Or...if she refused, would that come back to haunt her for doing so? Gods, this world was a confusing maze of being damned given one decision or another.
Her thoughts were broken as she saw the dark fabric being tossed in her direction, letting out a slight sound of surprise as she caught it. Blinking, she looked at the fabric in her hand in the moonlight. Why? This man was confusing to her, in his actions and his words and his sheer existence at this point. The gods must have been having a good laugh at this.
Caught up in such thoughts again, Eteon had stepped close behind her and nudged her shoulder roughly with his muzzle to garner her attention, and she looked back at the mount as if he lost his mind. In the wee hours of the early morning, with much more night before sunrise left to go, Leto could not help but wonder if her mount was actually suggesting that she go sit with the man....but that would be madness, right? Something right out of those wild tall tales....maybe....
"Well, are you coming to sit down and have some of this wine or not?"
Leto shook her head and glared up at the stars, thinking the way they glimmered against the black-blue sky could have been mistaken for laughter.
Magnus could never find out about this.
After a breath to steel herself, she crossed over to where he sat, leaving a solid space between them as they did so. The sand clung to every inch of wet skin and fabric on her and she crinkled her nose in distaste at it but bore no complaints, as the man seemed to face the same issue. Eteon seemed satisfied that his rider was settled in the sand and lowered his head to seek out any seagrasses that might be beneath some of the smaller ripples of sand.
Leto extended her hand towards the wineskin, accepting it as it was offered out of an obligation. She could feel the nobleman's eyes on her as she did so, and the two parts of her mind argued between right and wrong within her skull only to be silenced as she placed the wineskin to her lips and took the smallest of acceptable swallows. After all, that was a part of this by-the-letter making of amends, right?
"If I may be so bold," she started, making an attempt to keep this entire interaction from being awkward silences for however long the duration may be, "...what are you doing out here? It's dangerous to go swimming in your...state, is it not?"
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A volatile mixture of responses rippled through her, presenting themselves in the uneasy shift from foot to foot and the narrowing of her eyes at his lightly mocking tone at her attempted propriety and apology. Leto was more than familiar with the name Valaoritis, particularly with Magnus' interests in Lady Iolanthe, a close relation to the head of the house, Baron Timeaus, and she supposed, this Lord Silanos as well. This was miserable.
The man was drunk, as apparent by the ease with which he drank from the wineskin as well as the exaggerated nature of his bow, and of course, his tone. Then again, it could have been in his nature somehow to be so, so....pompous. It was not her place to say or to think it aloud. However, it only set her a bit more on edge when he offered for her to address him without titles. Her brows lowered seriously at that.
It was a trap. It had to be. Her mind played through all the worst case scenarios of how this could end, with the Lord finding a way to use this against her brother in some case. Oh, how she wished she had not been recognized, or if she had even just lied about who she was and left the drunk man to fend for himself...
Or, alternately, he could have died in some tragic, drunken accident and some random witness along the roads could turn her in as a suspect to foul play or murder, just like in the tales of mysteries that she read at night.
Trying to resist the urge to overthink much more, she sighed at his question of a tone, her arms still crossed though her fingers now fidgeted with the end of her braid as it fell over her shoulder. There was no good answer and chose to reply cautiously, "I suppose that is for My Lord to decide."
Her 'punishment' as it were was to accompany him, and she watched as he unceremoniously sat back into the sand with a soft thud. Was he serious? It's a trap her mind continued to press, as the cogs of the possible consequences began to turn even more quickly. Should she refuse out of propriety? Or...if she refused, would that come back to haunt her for doing so? Gods, this world was a confusing maze of being damned given one decision or another.
Her thoughts were broken as she saw the dark fabric being tossed in her direction, letting out a slight sound of surprise as she caught it. Blinking, she looked at the fabric in her hand in the moonlight. Why? This man was confusing to her, in his actions and his words and his sheer existence at this point. The gods must have been having a good laugh at this.
Caught up in such thoughts again, Eteon had stepped close behind her and nudged her shoulder roughly with his muzzle to garner her attention, and she looked back at the mount as if he lost his mind. In the wee hours of the early morning, with much more night before sunrise left to go, Leto could not help but wonder if her mount was actually suggesting that she go sit with the man....but that would be madness, right? Something right out of those wild tall tales....maybe....
"Well, are you coming to sit down and have some of this wine or not?"
Leto shook her head and glared up at the stars, thinking the way they glimmered against the black-blue sky could have been mistaken for laughter.
Magnus could never find out about this.
After a breath to steel herself, she crossed over to where he sat, leaving a solid space between them as they did so. The sand clung to every inch of wet skin and fabric on her and she crinkled her nose in distaste at it but bore no complaints, as the man seemed to face the same issue. Eteon seemed satisfied that his rider was settled in the sand and lowered his head to seek out any seagrasses that might be beneath some of the smaller ripples of sand.
Leto extended her hand towards the wineskin, accepting it as it was offered out of an obligation. She could feel the nobleman's eyes on her as she did so, and the two parts of her mind argued between right and wrong within her skull only to be silenced as she placed the wineskin to her lips and took the smallest of acceptable swallows. After all, that was a part of this by-the-letter making of amends, right?
"If I may be so bold," she started, making an attempt to keep this entire interaction from being awkward silences for however long the duration may be, "...what are you doing out here? It's dangerous to go swimming in your...state, is it not?"
A volatile mixture of responses rippled through her, presenting themselves in the uneasy shift from foot to foot and the narrowing of her eyes at his lightly mocking tone at her attempted propriety and apology. Leto was more than familiar with the name Valaoritis, particularly with Magnus' interests in Lady Iolanthe, a close relation to the head of the house, Baron Timeaus, and she supposed, this Lord Silanos as well. This was miserable.
The man was drunk, as apparent by the ease with which he drank from the wineskin as well as the exaggerated nature of his bow, and of course, his tone. Then again, it could have been in his nature somehow to be so, so....pompous. It was not her place to say or to think it aloud. However, it only set her a bit more on edge when he offered for her to address him without titles. Her brows lowered seriously at that.
It was a trap. It had to be. Her mind played through all the worst case scenarios of how this could end, with the Lord finding a way to use this against her brother in some case. Oh, how she wished she had not been recognized, or if she had even just lied about who she was and left the drunk man to fend for himself...
Or, alternately, he could have died in some tragic, drunken accident and some random witness along the roads could turn her in as a suspect to foul play or murder, just like in the tales of mysteries that she read at night.
Trying to resist the urge to overthink much more, she sighed at his question of a tone, her arms still crossed though her fingers now fidgeted with the end of her braid as it fell over her shoulder. There was no good answer and chose to reply cautiously, "I suppose that is for My Lord to decide."
Her 'punishment' as it were was to accompany him, and she watched as he unceremoniously sat back into the sand with a soft thud. Was he serious? It's a trap her mind continued to press, as the cogs of the possible consequences began to turn even more quickly. Should she refuse out of propriety? Or...if she refused, would that come back to haunt her for doing so? Gods, this world was a confusing maze of being damned given one decision or another.
Her thoughts were broken as she saw the dark fabric being tossed in her direction, letting out a slight sound of surprise as she caught it. Blinking, she looked at the fabric in her hand in the moonlight. Why? This man was confusing to her, in his actions and his words and his sheer existence at this point. The gods must have been having a good laugh at this.
Caught up in such thoughts again, Eteon had stepped close behind her and nudged her shoulder roughly with his muzzle to garner her attention, and she looked back at the mount as if he lost his mind. In the wee hours of the early morning, with much more night before sunrise left to go, Leto could not help but wonder if her mount was actually suggesting that she go sit with the man....but that would be madness, right? Something right out of those wild tall tales....maybe....
"Well, are you coming to sit down and have some of this wine or not?"
Leto shook her head and glared up at the stars, thinking the way they glimmered against the black-blue sky could have been mistaken for laughter.
Magnus could never find out about this.
After a breath to steel herself, she crossed over to where he sat, leaving a solid space between them as they did so. The sand clung to every inch of wet skin and fabric on her and she crinkled her nose in distaste at it but bore no complaints, as the man seemed to face the same issue. Eteon seemed satisfied that his rider was settled in the sand and lowered his head to seek out any seagrasses that might be beneath some of the smaller ripples of sand.
Leto extended her hand towards the wineskin, accepting it as it was offered out of an obligation. She could feel the nobleman's eyes on her as she did so, and the two parts of her mind argued between right and wrong within her skull only to be silenced as she placed the wineskin to her lips and took the smallest of acceptable swallows. After all, that was a part of this by-the-letter making of amends, right?
"If I may be so bold," she started, making an attempt to keep this entire interaction from being awkward silences for however long the duration may be, "...what are you doing out here? It's dangerous to go swimming in your...state, is it not?"
Once the invitation had been extended, Silanos was entirely oblivious to the indecision Leto battled against. He just assumed that she would give in, and so let himself sprawl backwards into the sand, one arm folded beneath his head, the other clutching the wine skin to his chest.
He blinked blearily up at the stars that wheeled high above, wondering if he would really manage to stave off sleep this time. His eyes felt heavy again already, the threat of slumber pressing on him. It felt like a battle tonight. He concentrated on counting the pinpricks of light that dotted the sky, their cold brightness a welcome distraction. Welcome like the girl who settled on the sand.
Tired or no, his gaze shifted sideways when her shadow fell over him and Leto sat down. Silanos arched one eyebrow, lips curving into what looked suspiciously like a satisfied smirk before he silently held out the wine and returned his attention to the skies.
“You may be so bold” he said mockingly as she paused in her question, but when his answer came it held none of the bravado she might have expected. Instead, the lord had glanced at her quickly before looking away.
“Is it?” Sil asked lightly. “I didn’t intend to fall asleep. Rather the opposite actually. Thought the air and the water would keep me awake” His free hand waved vaguely at their surroundings before he let it fall to rest on his stomach, laying flat now he was bereft of the wineskin.
He turned his head again, eyes slanting towards her, the blue made inky in the low light. “And I wasn’t swimming either. Just..floating. Maybe that was my mistake.”
Swimming would probably have been more effective he conceded, chalking it up to experience. To avoid drowning, swim . Although, nearly drowning had gifted him with company so there was that. Silanos looked Leto over, sodden as she was and frowned a little to see she had not put on the himation. “Don’t get cold” he drawled “Last thing I need is you swooning or something because you got a bit damp. And I would offer to warm you but you seem kinda flighty, so I’m guessing no?” He laughed a little at his own joke, before going on. “...seriously though, put on the fucking cloak. Maybe even take it off your wet things. I promise I’ll behave”
It was said earnestly. If Silanos had wanted a girl to lose himself in he would’ve found one instead of heading out to the beach to sit around like a loser on his own and almost drown. But here he was, and somehow the prospect of just having someone to talk to suddenly seemed like something he enjoyed immensely. He pushed up to his elbows to look at Leto. “I don’t want you getting sick or shit, okay. I’d feel bad after you sort of saved my life”.
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Once the invitation had been extended, Silanos was entirely oblivious to the indecision Leto battled against. He just assumed that she would give in, and so let himself sprawl backwards into the sand, one arm folded beneath his head, the other clutching the wine skin to his chest.
He blinked blearily up at the stars that wheeled high above, wondering if he would really manage to stave off sleep this time. His eyes felt heavy again already, the threat of slumber pressing on him. It felt like a battle tonight. He concentrated on counting the pinpricks of light that dotted the sky, their cold brightness a welcome distraction. Welcome like the girl who settled on the sand.
Tired or no, his gaze shifted sideways when her shadow fell over him and Leto sat down. Silanos arched one eyebrow, lips curving into what looked suspiciously like a satisfied smirk before he silently held out the wine and returned his attention to the skies.
“You may be so bold” he said mockingly as she paused in her question, but when his answer came it held none of the bravado she might have expected. Instead, the lord had glanced at her quickly before looking away.
“Is it?” Sil asked lightly. “I didn’t intend to fall asleep. Rather the opposite actually. Thought the air and the water would keep me awake” His free hand waved vaguely at their surroundings before he let it fall to rest on his stomach, laying flat now he was bereft of the wineskin.
He turned his head again, eyes slanting towards her, the blue made inky in the low light. “And I wasn’t swimming either. Just..floating. Maybe that was my mistake.”
Swimming would probably have been more effective he conceded, chalking it up to experience. To avoid drowning, swim . Although, nearly drowning had gifted him with company so there was that. Silanos looked Leto over, sodden as she was and frowned a little to see she had not put on the himation. “Don’t get cold” he drawled “Last thing I need is you swooning or something because you got a bit damp. And I would offer to warm you but you seem kinda flighty, so I’m guessing no?” He laughed a little at his own joke, before going on. “...seriously though, put on the fucking cloak. Maybe even take it off your wet things. I promise I’ll behave”
It was said earnestly. If Silanos had wanted a girl to lose himself in he would’ve found one instead of heading out to the beach to sit around like a loser on his own and almost drown. But here he was, and somehow the prospect of just having someone to talk to suddenly seemed like something he enjoyed immensely. He pushed up to his elbows to look at Leto. “I don’t want you getting sick or shit, okay. I’d feel bad after you sort of saved my life”.
Once the invitation had been extended, Silanos was entirely oblivious to the indecision Leto battled against. He just assumed that she would give in, and so let himself sprawl backwards into the sand, one arm folded beneath his head, the other clutching the wine skin to his chest.
He blinked blearily up at the stars that wheeled high above, wondering if he would really manage to stave off sleep this time. His eyes felt heavy again already, the threat of slumber pressing on him. It felt like a battle tonight. He concentrated on counting the pinpricks of light that dotted the sky, their cold brightness a welcome distraction. Welcome like the girl who settled on the sand.
Tired or no, his gaze shifted sideways when her shadow fell over him and Leto sat down. Silanos arched one eyebrow, lips curving into what looked suspiciously like a satisfied smirk before he silently held out the wine and returned his attention to the skies.
“You may be so bold” he said mockingly as she paused in her question, but when his answer came it held none of the bravado she might have expected. Instead, the lord had glanced at her quickly before looking away.
“Is it?” Sil asked lightly. “I didn’t intend to fall asleep. Rather the opposite actually. Thought the air and the water would keep me awake” His free hand waved vaguely at their surroundings before he let it fall to rest on his stomach, laying flat now he was bereft of the wineskin.
He turned his head again, eyes slanting towards her, the blue made inky in the low light. “And I wasn’t swimming either. Just..floating. Maybe that was my mistake.”
Swimming would probably have been more effective he conceded, chalking it up to experience. To avoid drowning, swim . Although, nearly drowning had gifted him with company so there was that. Silanos looked Leto over, sodden as she was and frowned a little to see she had not put on the himation. “Don’t get cold” he drawled “Last thing I need is you swooning or something because you got a bit damp. And I would offer to warm you but you seem kinda flighty, so I’m guessing no?” He laughed a little at his own joke, before going on. “...seriously though, put on the fucking cloak. Maybe even take it off your wet things. I promise I’ll behave”
It was said earnestly. If Silanos had wanted a girl to lose himself in he would’ve found one instead of heading out to the beach to sit around like a loser on his own and almost drown. But here he was, and somehow the prospect of just having someone to talk to suddenly seemed like something he enjoyed immensely. He pushed up to his elbows to look at Leto. “I don’t want you getting sick or shit, okay. I’d feel bad after you sort of saved my life”.
Sitting next to the man, Leto felt all at once hyperaware of everything - from the crashing of the waves to the sound of Eteon's tail whipping against his hindquarters to the feel of the sand beneath her bare feet. Additionally, she was aware of the man next to her, swallowing a bit as she noticed his expressions of smug amusement faltering as he spoke.
He was somewhere around her age, she supposed - unlike her brother, she was no expert on the names, titles, and prospects of every member of the Colchian court. Magnus would have likely known Silanos from a distance and would have politely asked about his relatives after fishing the man out of the water. Still, there was something oddly vulnerable about him in this drunken state...likely just about as vulnerable as she was in her soaked chiton.
Lord Silanos explained himself, as mildly confusing as it was. Then again, Leto was out here on her own for her own sleeplessness, entirely Magnus' fault for his occupation taking him across the sea into treacherous territory.
"One would think that this much wine at night would ultimately result in a decent night's sleep," she offered with a slight smirk, taking advantage of that brief moment where he was bereft of a smirk to find a slight smirk of her own. Releasing that moment, she asked a genuine question, "What keeps you awake?"
No sooner had she asked that did he urge her to cover up with his himation, which remained clutched in her hands. Glancing down at it almost comically in this hour, she raised a sharp-cut brow as he mentioned possibly swooning, and a huff of a laugh escaped her as she was about to retort. Then, his repeated urge to put on the fucking cloak made her blink, a bit startled, as did his offer to 'warm her'.
All at once she found herself both insulted by the offer and also by his assumption she would refuse the offer for being 'flighty' - leading to a few scoffs as she tried to find the proper retort that would not leave her sounding like either a total prude or an open floozy. In a way, she bristled at the idea of him even thinking of her in such a way - no one thought of her like that, as far as she was concerned. Still, she had read enough stories to know that once a man had such a thing on his mind, it was hard to dissuade it, and it made her blush. After all, apart from some childhood exploration through touching and kissing, the thoughts were entirely foreign to her outside of the epic tales she read - merely a fantasy, not a reality.
By the gods, she never imagined herself being so tongue-tied as she was usually one quick on her wits but restrained by the social dynamic of her present company.
Still not sure how to respond, she began to uncrumple the himation in her hands. Still, she only a few stammering scoffs coupled with a bright blush on her cheeks, a mixture of being flustered by her own lack of words and at the offers in front of her. Taking a deep breath to stop herself from replying only with odd noises, she exhaled and pulled the himation around her shoulders as he pushed up onto his elbows.
"Don't worry, I do not 'swoon'," she said, finally, choosing not to dignify his other answers with a proper response as she pulled the ends of her hair out from beneath the cloth that wrapped around her. It smelled like a mixture of wine and something unknown, not at all unpleasant but just as foreign and yet...satisfying.
The droplets of water from the tips left tiny, dark spots in the sand. Her eyes stayed trained out on the horizon, dark blue meeting even darker blue, only for her to look back at him almost sharply.
"Saved your life?" she said, almost incredulously, "As I recall, I nearly scared you to death with my 'sneaking around' like that. Which is it?"
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Sitting next to the man, Leto felt all at once hyperaware of everything - from the crashing of the waves to the sound of Eteon's tail whipping against his hindquarters to the feel of the sand beneath her bare feet. Additionally, she was aware of the man next to her, swallowing a bit as she noticed his expressions of smug amusement faltering as he spoke.
He was somewhere around her age, she supposed - unlike her brother, she was no expert on the names, titles, and prospects of every member of the Colchian court. Magnus would have likely known Silanos from a distance and would have politely asked about his relatives after fishing the man out of the water. Still, there was something oddly vulnerable about him in this drunken state...likely just about as vulnerable as she was in her soaked chiton.
Lord Silanos explained himself, as mildly confusing as it was. Then again, Leto was out here on her own for her own sleeplessness, entirely Magnus' fault for his occupation taking him across the sea into treacherous territory.
"One would think that this much wine at night would ultimately result in a decent night's sleep," she offered with a slight smirk, taking advantage of that brief moment where he was bereft of a smirk to find a slight smirk of her own. Releasing that moment, she asked a genuine question, "What keeps you awake?"
No sooner had she asked that did he urge her to cover up with his himation, which remained clutched in her hands. Glancing down at it almost comically in this hour, she raised a sharp-cut brow as he mentioned possibly swooning, and a huff of a laugh escaped her as she was about to retort. Then, his repeated urge to put on the fucking cloak made her blink, a bit startled, as did his offer to 'warm her'.
All at once she found herself both insulted by the offer and also by his assumption she would refuse the offer for being 'flighty' - leading to a few scoffs as she tried to find the proper retort that would not leave her sounding like either a total prude or an open floozy. In a way, she bristled at the idea of him even thinking of her in such a way - no one thought of her like that, as far as she was concerned. Still, she had read enough stories to know that once a man had such a thing on his mind, it was hard to dissuade it, and it made her blush. After all, apart from some childhood exploration through touching and kissing, the thoughts were entirely foreign to her outside of the epic tales she read - merely a fantasy, not a reality.
By the gods, she never imagined herself being so tongue-tied as she was usually one quick on her wits but restrained by the social dynamic of her present company.
Still not sure how to respond, she began to uncrumple the himation in her hands. Still, she only a few stammering scoffs coupled with a bright blush on her cheeks, a mixture of being flustered by her own lack of words and at the offers in front of her. Taking a deep breath to stop herself from replying only with odd noises, she exhaled and pulled the himation around her shoulders as he pushed up onto his elbows.
"Don't worry, I do not 'swoon'," she said, finally, choosing not to dignify his other answers with a proper response as she pulled the ends of her hair out from beneath the cloth that wrapped around her. It smelled like a mixture of wine and something unknown, not at all unpleasant but just as foreign and yet...satisfying.
The droplets of water from the tips left tiny, dark spots in the sand. Her eyes stayed trained out on the horizon, dark blue meeting even darker blue, only for her to look back at him almost sharply.
"Saved your life?" she said, almost incredulously, "As I recall, I nearly scared you to death with my 'sneaking around' like that. Which is it?"
Sitting next to the man, Leto felt all at once hyperaware of everything - from the crashing of the waves to the sound of Eteon's tail whipping against his hindquarters to the feel of the sand beneath her bare feet. Additionally, she was aware of the man next to her, swallowing a bit as she noticed his expressions of smug amusement faltering as he spoke.
He was somewhere around her age, she supposed - unlike her brother, she was no expert on the names, titles, and prospects of every member of the Colchian court. Magnus would have likely known Silanos from a distance and would have politely asked about his relatives after fishing the man out of the water. Still, there was something oddly vulnerable about him in this drunken state...likely just about as vulnerable as she was in her soaked chiton.
Lord Silanos explained himself, as mildly confusing as it was. Then again, Leto was out here on her own for her own sleeplessness, entirely Magnus' fault for his occupation taking him across the sea into treacherous territory.
"One would think that this much wine at night would ultimately result in a decent night's sleep," she offered with a slight smirk, taking advantage of that brief moment where he was bereft of a smirk to find a slight smirk of her own. Releasing that moment, she asked a genuine question, "What keeps you awake?"
No sooner had she asked that did he urge her to cover up with his himation, which remained clutched in her hands. Glancing down at it almost comically in this hour, she raised a sharp-cut brow as he mentioned possibly swooning, and a huff of a laugh escaped her as she was about to retort. Then, his repeated urge to put on the fucking cloak made her blink, a bit startled, as did his offer to 'warm her'.
All at once she found herself both insulted by the offer and also by his assumption she would refuse the offer for being 'flighty' - leading to a few scoffs as she tried to find the proper retort that would not leave her sounding like either a total prude or an open floozy. In a way, she bristled at the idea of him even thinking of her in such a way - no one thought of her like that, as far as she was concerned. Still, she had read enough stories to know that once a man had such a thing on his mind, it was hard to dissuade it, and it made her blush. After all, apart from some childhood exploration through touching and kissing, the thoughts were entirely foreign to her outside of the epic tales she read - merely a fantasy, not a reality.
By the gods, she never imagined herself being so tongue-tied as she was usually one quick on her wits but restrained by the social dynamic of her present company.
Still not sure how to respond, she began to uncrumple the himation in her hands. Still, she only a few stammering scoffs coupled with a bright blush on her cheeks, a mixture of being flustered by her own lack of words and at the offers in front of her. Taking a deep breath to stop herself from replying only with odd noises, she exhaled and pulled the himation around her shoulders as he pushed up onto his elbows.
"Don't worry, I do not 'swoon'," she said, finally, choosing not to dignify his other answers with a proper response as she pulled the ends of her hair out from beneath the cloth that wrapped around her. It smelled like a mixture of wine and something unknown, not at all unpleasant but just as foreign and yet...satisfying.
The droplets of water from the tips left tiny, dark spots in the sand. Her eyes stayed trained out on the horizon, dark blue meeting even darker blue, only for her to look back at him almost sharply.
"Saved your life?" she said, almost incredulously, "As I recall, I nearly scared you to death with my 'sneaking around' like that. Which is it?"
There was an arch of a brow as Sil thought he heard the slightest hint of sass creeping back into her voice. He liked that more than the hesitance that had followed his introduction, though less when it was at his expense. He let out a small laugh at the question. What keeps him awake.
“ I keep me awake” he said, reaching over to take the wine back and swigging from it until he spluttered a little. Swallowing, he gave a nonchalant shrug “ I mean, I don’t really sleep much.”
He left it at that, the tone of his voice not inviting of any further discussion on the subject. But just in case, he neatly diverted the conversation away, frowning as he noticed her still clutching the himation before her like she might catch something if she designed to put it on. The genuine concern that she might catch a chill was a little lost in translation though.
Silanos could tell he’d rattled her. Even if the dark prevented him from seeing the blush he thought might be upon her cheek, it was obvious in the pause before she answered, in the strangled sounds of outrage that she tried to stifle. The Lord smiled to himself, it was an unexpected reaction and he wondered what provoked it: his crass language, or the insinuation towards them becoming more closely acquainted. He sat up a little to see her better and gave her an approving nod as she pulled on the himation. And when she cast her gaze back out across the water and offered a somewhat feeble retort, Silanos took the moment to study her. With the angles of her face exaggerated by the play of light and shadow she was almost pretty. A set of features that should not fit together but that did and were strangely pleasing.
And then she went and ruined it, he thought a moment later as she found her quick tongue again.
“ Most likely a little bit of both” he said infuriatingly, tossing the wineskin to her again before he drew back from his rather blatant perusal of Leto and laid back in the sand.
With arms pillowed under his head, Sil looked again at the sweep of stars above them and tossed a sideways glance toward his companion.
“It’s very clear tonight” he mused, deliberately casual. “ You can see the stories in the stars”.
The Lord shifted so he could lift one arm, and with his finger he traced the distant outline of a shape in the sky. “ That’s Aquarius” he pointed out, slanting his eyes towards Leto to see if she was interested. Almost, he suggested she lie back to see them better, but her earlier bashfulness stopped him, he didn’t want to scare her off after all. “Do you know the story of Aquarius?” Sil asked, not pausing long for an answer. “He was a mortal so beautiful that Zeus called him to Mount Olympus to be cup bearer to the Gods. A handsome young man who brought wine to people.” he said through a smile. “ Fancy that”.
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There was an arch of a brow as Sil thought he heard the slightest hint of sass creeping back into her voice. He liked that more than the hesitance that had followed his introduction, though less when it was at his expense. He let out a small laugh at the question. What keeps him awake.
“ I keep me awake” he said, reaching over to take the wine back and swigging from it until he spluttered a little. Swallowing, he gave a nonchalant shrug “ I mean, I don’t really sleep much.”
He left it at that, the tone of his voice not inviting of any further discussion on the subject. But just in case, he neatly diverted the conversation away, frowning as he noticed her still clutching the himation before her like she might catch something if she designed to put it on. The genuine concern that she might catch a chill was a little lost in translation though.
Silanos could tell he’d rattled her. Even if the dark prevented him from seeing the blush he thought might be upon her cheek, it was obvious in the pause before she answered, in the strangled sounds of outrage that she tried to stifle. The Lord smiled to himself, it was an unexpected reaction and he wondered what provoked it: his crass language, or the insinuation towards them becoming more closely acquainted. He sat up a little to see her better and gave her an approving nod as she pulled on the himation. And when she cast her gaze back out across the water and offered a somewhat feeble retort, Silanos took the moment to study her. With the angles of her face exaggerated by the play of light and shadow she was almost pretty. A set of features that should not fit together but that did and were strangely pleasing.
And then she went and ruined it, he thought a moment later as she found her quick tongue again.
“ Most likely a little bit of both” he said infuriatingly, tossing the wineskin to her again before he drew back from his rather blatant perusal of Leto and laid back in the sand.
With arms pillowed under his head, Sil looked again at the sweep of stars above them and tossed a sideways glance toward his companion.
“It’s very clear tonight” he mused, deliberately casual. “ You can see the stories in the stars”.
The Lord shifted so he could lift one arm, and with his finger he traced the distant outline of a shape in the sky. “ That’s Aquarius” he pointed out, slanting his eyes towards Leto to see if she was interested. Almost, he suggested she lie back to see them better, but her earlier bashfulness stopped him, he didn’t want to scare her off after all. “Do you know the story of Aquarius?” Sil asked, not pausing long for an answer. “He was a mortal so beautiful that Zeus called him to Mount Olympus to be cup bearer to the Gods. A handsome young man who brought wine to people.” he said through a smile. “ Fancy that”.
There was an arch of a brow as Sil thought he heard the slightest hint of sass creeping back into her voice. He liked that more than the hesitance that had followed his introduction, though less when it was at his expense. He let out a small laugh at the question. What keeps him awake.
“ I keep me awake” he said, reaching over to take the wine back and swigging from it until he spluttered a little. Swallowing, he gave a nonchalant shrug “ I mean, I don’t really sleep much.”
He left it at that, the tone of his voice not inviting of any further discussion on the subject. But just in case, he neatly diverted the conversation away, frowning as he noticed her still clutching the himation before her like she might catch something if she designed to put it on. The genuine concern that she might catch a chill was a little lost in translation though.
Silanos could tell he’d rattled her. Even if the dark prevented him from seeing the blush he thought might be upon her cheek, it was obvious in the pause before she answered, in the strangled sounds of outrage that she tried to stifle. The Lord smiled to himself, it was an unexpected reaction and he wondered what provoked it: his crass language, or the insinuation towards them becoming more closely acquainted. He sat up a little to see her better and gave her an approving nod as she pulled on the himation. And when she cast her gaze back out across the water and offered a somewhat feeble retort, Silanos took the moment to study her. With the angles of her face exaggerated by the play of light and shadow she was almost pretty. A set of features that should not fit together but that did and were strangely pleasing.
And then she went and ruined it, he thought a moment later as she found her quick tongue again.
“ Most likely a little bit of both” he said infuriatingly, tossing the wineskin to her again before he drew back from his rather blatant perusal of Leto and laid back in the sand.
With arms pillowed under his head, Sil looked again at the sweep of stars above them and tossed a sideways glance toward his companion.
“It’s very clear tonight” he mused, deliberately casual. “ You can see the stories in the stars”.
The Lord shifted so he could lift one arm, and with his finger he traced the distant outline of a shape in the sky. “ That’s Aquarius” he pointed out, slanting his eyes towards Leto to see if she was interested. Almost, he suggested she lie back to see them better, but her earlier bashfulness stopped him, he didn’t want to scare her off after all. “Do you know the story of Aquarius?” Sil asked, not pausing long for an answer. “He was a mortal so beautiful that Zeus called him to Mount Olympus to be cup bearer to the Gods. A handsome young man who brought wine to people.” he said through a smile. “ Fancy that”.
Leto raised a brow at the finality of his response, looking down at where he lay on the sand. After a moment, she shrugged and stayed silent a moment, wondering whether or not to say anything further. Her gaze settled on the tenebrous sea, almost willing her eyes to see past the horizon and to a foreign shore, to see Magnus safely arrived...and more importantly, safely returned.
Once the issue of the cloak had been settled, her blush seeped back into her skin, leaving its usual pale, alabaster hue to glow in the limited moonlight. As much as she was loathe to admit it, the himation covering her shoulders and arms did make a difference, and she tugged the corner a bit more tightly around her shoulders as she crossed her arms over her knees. The damp ends of her chiton fluttered in the seabreeze across the sand, casting a few droplets here and there into the air.
Leto was hyper aware of his eyes on her in the night, and not knowing what to do as a response, she tried to divert her eyes in any direction but his. It was awkward, and she took a moment to look over her shoulder at Eteon, who happily munched on a rather broad patch of seagrass, before responding to his words.
Per usual, her teasing tone was hit-or-miss, and whatever lighter expression she tried to bear with her words dissappated at his response. There was no winning, she supposed. If she were smart, she would bid him good night, remount her horse, and return to the city, all the while praying to never see Silanos of Valalortis as long as they both should live.
As the wineskin was tossed, instinct caused her to reach out and catch it, unfurling her himation-cocoon and causing one end to flutter in the seabreeze freely.
Magnus had warned Leto not to let wine cloud her senses, particularly in company shared outside of their home. It could cause embarrassment. As far as she knew, he only ever would partake in one glass, if that, and casually leave it somewhere around a room so as not to finish it. Leto, on the other hand, did enjoy the warmth that wine offered from deep within, as well as the pleasant buzz it would give to her lips and fingertips over time. She often felt less worried with wine, and when her brother was away, she most assuredly partook with far more frequency and volume than usual.
Again, another reminder that Magnus was not here.
With the wineskin in her hand, the cool night air chilling her skin, the lack of sleep clouding her judgement, and the absence of her brother all too apparent, she lifted the wineskin to her lips and took a deep and rather unladylike draught from the skin before recorking it. Stubborn and almost petulant moods like this took hold of her far more in adolescence, but occasionally broke through when things were not often going her way.
Fortunately, as Silanos spoke, the mood was carried away on the wind as her brows furrowed curiously as she looked up at the sky. Leto had heard of the stories carved into the night sky, but she had never taken the moment to learn which was which. As he spoke, the story and the name was familiar, but she watched where his finger seemed to trace the image of a young boy, bending over as if to fill his amphora of water.
"Fancy that, indeed," she offered quietly, a soft smile emerging and encouraged by the wine. Lifting the wineskin, she offered it back to him, "I love that story. I have it in my collection at home."
Instead of craning her neck upward, Leto adjusted the himation around her shoulders, tucking it into the cord around her waist to keep it secure, before she stretched her legs out in front of her and leaned back, with her hands pressed into the sand behind her for support.
Sneakily, she chanced another glance at the young lord as he lay back in the sand, a mixture of wine and at least a common connection through myths and legends softening her view of him in that moment.
"What other stories are there in the stars?"
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Leto raised a brow at the finality of his response, looking down at where he lay on the sand. After a moment, she shrugged and stayed silent a moment, wondering whether or not to say anything further. Her gaze settled on the tenebrous sea, almost willing her eyes to see past the horizon and to a foreign shore, to see Magnus safely arrived...and more importantly, safely returned.
Once the issue of the cloak had been settled, her blush seeped back into her skin, leaving its usual pale, alabaster hue to glow in the limited moonlight. As much as she was loathe to admit it, the himation covering her shoulders and arms did make a difference, and she tugged the corner a bit more tightly around her shoulders as she crossed her arms over her knees. The damp ends of her chiton fluttered in the seabreeze across the sand, casting a few droplets here and there into the air.
Leto was hyper aware of his eyes on her in the night, and not knowing what to do as a response, she tried to divert her eyes in any direction but his. It was awkward, and she took a moment to look over her shoulder at Eteon, who happily munched on a rather broad patch of seagrass, before responding to his words.
Per usual, her teasing tone was hit-or-miss, and whatever lighter expression she tried to bear with her words dissappated at his response. There was no winning, she supposed. If she were smart, she would bid him good night, remount her horse, and return to the city, all the while praying to never see Silanos of Valalortis as long as they both should live.
As the wineskin was tossed, instinct caused her to reach out and catch it, unfurling her himation-cocoon and causing one end to flutter in the seabreeze freely.
Magnus had warned Leto not to let wine cloud her senses, particularly in company shared outside of their home. It could cause embarrassment. As far as she knew, he only ever would partake in one glass, if that, and casually leave it somewhere around a room so as not to finish it. Leto, on the other hand, did enjoy the warmth that wine offered from deep within, as well as the pleasant buzz it would give to her lips and fingertips over time. She often felt less worried with wine, and when her brother was away, she most assuredly partook with far more frequency and volume than usual.
Again, another reminder that Magnus was not here.
With the wineskin in her hand, the cool night air chilling her skin, the lack of sleep clouding her judgement, and the absence of her brother all too apparent, she lifted the wineskin to her lips and took a deep and rather unladylike draught from the skin before recorking it. Stubborn and almost petulant moods like this took hold of her far more in adolescence, but occasionally broke through when things were not often going her way.
Fortunately, as Silanos spoke, the mood was carried away on the wind as her brows furrowed curiously as she looked up at the sky. Leto had heard of the stories carved into the night sky, but she had never taken the moment to learn which was which. As he spoke, the story and the name was familiar, but she watched where his finger seemed to trace the image of a young boy, bending over as if to fill his amphora of water.
"Fancy that, indeed," she offered quietly, a soft smile emerging and encouraged by the wine. Lifting the wineskin, she offered it back to him, "I love that story. I have it in my collection at home."
Instead of craning her neck upward, Leto adjusted the himation around her shoulders, tucking it into the cord around her waist to keep it secure, before she stretched her legs out in front of her and leaned back, with her hands pressed into the sand behind her for support.
Sneakily, she chanced another glance at the young lord as he lay back in the sand, a mixture of wine and at least a common connection through myths and legends softening her view of him in that moment.
"What other stories are there in the stars?"
Leto raised a brow at the finality of his response, looking down at where he lay on the sand. After a moment, she shrugged and stayed silent a moment, wondering whether or not to say anything further. Her gaze settled on the tenebrous sea, almost willing her eyes to see past the horizon and to a foreign shore, to see Magnus safely arrived...and more importantly, safely returned.
Once the issue of the cloak had been settled, her blush seeped back into her skin, leaving its usual pale, alabaster hue to glow in the limited moonlight. As much as she was loathe to admit it, the himation covering her shoulders and arms did make a difference, and she tugged the corner a bit more tightly around her shoulders as she crossed her arms over her knees. The damp ends of her chiton fluttered in the seabreeze across the sand, casting a few droplets here and there into the air.
Leto was hyper aware of his eyes on her in the night, and not knowing what to do as a response, she tried to divert her eyes in any direction but his. It was awkward, and she took a moment to look over her shoulder at Eteon, who happily munched on a rather broad patch of seagrass, before responding to his words.
Per usual, her teasing tone was hit-or-miss, and whatever lighter expression she tried to bear with her words dissappated at his response. There was no winning, she supposed. If she were smart, she would bid him good night, remount her horse, and return to the city, all the while praying to never see Silanos of Valalortis as long as they both should live.
As the wineskin was tossed, instinct caused her to reach out and catch it, unfurling her himation-cocoon and causing one end to flutter in the seabreeze freely.
Magnus had warned Leto not to let wine cloud her senses, particularly in company shared outside of their home. It could cause embarrassment. As far as she knew, he only ever would partake in one glass, if that, and casually leave it somewhere around a room so as not to finish it. Leto, on the other hand, did enjoy the warmth that wine offered from deep within, as well as the pleasant buzz it would give to her lips and fingertips over time. She often felt less worried with wine, and when her brother was away, she most assuredly partook with far more frequency and volume than usual.
Again, another reminder that Magnus was not here.
With the wineskin in her hand, the cool night air chilling her skin, the lack of sleep clouding her judgement, and the absence of her brother all too apparent, she lifted the wineskin to her lips and took a deep and rather unladylike draught from the skin before recorking it. Stubborn and almost petulant moods like this took hold of her far more in adolescence, but occasionally broke through when things were not often going her way.
Fortunately, as Silanos spoke, the mood was carried away on the wind as her brows furrowed curiously as she looked up at the sky. Leto had heard of the stories carved into the night sky, but she had never taken the moment to learn which was which. As he spoke, the story and the name was familiar, but she watched where his finger seemed to trace the image of a young boy, bending over as if to fill his amphora of water.
"Fancy that, indeed," she offered quietly, a soft smile emerging and encouraged by the wine. Lifting the wineskin, she offered it back to him, "I love that story. I have it in my collection at home."
Instead of craning her neck upward, Leto adjusted the himation around her shoulders, tucking it into the cord around her waist to keep it secure, before she stretched her legs out in front of her and leaned back, with her hands pressed into the sand behind her for support.
Sneakily, she chanced another glance at the young lord as he lay back in the sand, a mixture of wine and at least a common connection through myths and legends softening her view of him in that moment.
"What other stories are there in the stars?"
Quietly pleased at how her features softened into a smile, he accepted the wine back, and sat up a little so he wouldn’t choke himself when he took a sip. There was a pleasant sort of warmth chasing away the cold of his nighttime swim now, and he took a couple of long breaths, needing to manage the drowsiness that was settling atop him.
At her question, he shrugged. “There’s loads” Sil looked up again, squinting a little as he tried to find another constellation that he knew. Aquarius was always his go to, but he was pretty sure he could name a couple more at least. After a moment, he gestured toward a cluster of stars, his finger once again sketching the path between them.
“Over here, that is Cygnus. His father was Helios, and one day his brother Phaethon borrowed the chariot of the sun without asking.” Silanos adopted a disapproving sort of tone. “Of course, he couldn’t control it, and Zeus shot it from the sky. Cygnus gathered all of his brother’s bones by hand, and the gods were so touched that they turned him into a swan and put him up there”
As he recounted the tale, he wished he had picked a different one. He tried to be flip about it, but the story made him sad, touched on a grief that hoped was hidden by the darkness. He swallowed it down. “Seems an odd sort of reward. I have no desire to be turned into a swan”
Despite his efforts, the lord was quiet for a few moments afterwards, letting the gentle susurrus of the surf fill the space as he looked pensively up at the inky canvas above. Silanos seemed to realise he was being maudlin though, and he fucking hated miserable drunks, so he pulled himself together was back to scanning for another constellation. This one he was..mostly sure of. With a sideways glance at Leto, he chanced her ignorance and launched into the story.
“Cassiopeia. Is she in your stories? She..flirted with Zeus, and Hera cast her into the sky to burn in shame for ever more.” The direction he gestured in was a little more vague then and Sil let his arm drop back to the sand. Or something like that It seemed the Gods threw people into the sky for all sorts of things, good or bad. It sounded convincing to him anyway.
Sil yawned, stretched his arms above his head so that his shirt rode up and a thin sliver of skin was briefly visible, a downy trail descending below the dark fabric of his waistband. Sleepy. He blinked heavy eyes and gave the wine skin a shake, feeling a satisfying slosh of liquid still within and the lord sat up, offered it to Leto before bracketing his elbows around his knees.
“What would you have done if I had been dead?” he asked, eyeing her curiously. “Did you have a plan?”
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Quietly pleased at how her features softened into a smile, he accepted the wine back, and sat up a little so he wouldn’t choke himself when he took a sip. There was a pleasant sort of warmth chasing away the cold of his nighttime swim now, and he took a couple of long breaths, needing to manage the drowsiness that was settling atop him.
At her question, he shrugged. “There’s loads” Sil looked up again, squinting a little as he tried to find another constellation that he knew. Aquarius was always his go to, but he was pretty sure he could name a couple more at least. After a moment, he gestured toward a cluster of stars, his finger once again sketching the path between them.
“Over here, that is Cygnus. His father was Helios, and one day his brother Phaethon borrowed the chariot of the sun without asking.” Silanos adopted a disapproving sort of tone. “Of course, he couldn’t control it, and Zeus shot it from the sky. Cygnus gathered all of his brother’s bones by hand, and the gods were so touched that they turned him into a swan and put him up there”
As he recounted the tale, he wished he had picked a different one. He tried to be flip about it, but the story made him sad, touched on a grief that hoped was hidden by the darkness. He swallowed it down. “Seems an odd sort of reward. I have no desire to be turned into a swan”
Despite his efforts, the lord was quiet for a few moments afterwards, letting the gentle susurrus of the surf fill the space as he looked pensively up at the inky canvas above. Silanos seemed to realise he was being maudlin though, and he fucking hated miserable drunks, so he pulled himself together was back to scanning for another constellation. This one he was..mostly sure of. With a sideways glance at Leto, he chanced her ignorance and launched into the story.
“Cassiopeia. Is she in your stories? She..flirted with Zeus, and Hera cast her into the sky to burn in shame for ever more.” The direction he gestured in was a little more vague then and Sil let his arm drop back to the sand. Or something like that It seemed the Gods threw people into the sky for all sorts of things, good or bad. It sounded convincing to him anyway.
Sil yawned, stretched his arms above his head so that his shirt rode up and a thin sliver of skin was briefly visible, a downy trail descending below the dark fabric of his waistband. Sleepy. He blinked heavy eyes and gave the wine skin a shake, feeling a satisfying slosh of liquid still within and the lord sat up, offered it to Leto before bracketing his elbows around his knees.
“What would you have done if I had been dead?” he asked, eyeing her curiously. “Did you have a plan?”
Quietly pleased at how her features softened into a smile, he accepted the wine back, and sat up a little so he wouldn’t choke himself when he took a sip. There was a pleasant sort of warmth chasing away the cold of his nighttime swim now, and he took a couple of long breaths, needing to manage the drowsiness that was settling atop him.
At her question, he shrugged. “There’s loads” Sil looked up again, squinting a little as he tried to find another constellation that he knew. Aquarius was always his go to, but he was pretty sure he could name a couple more at least. After a moment, he gestured toward a cluster of stars, his finger once again sketching the path between them.
“Over here, that is Cygnus. His father was Helios, and one day his brother Phaethon borrowed the chariot of the sun without asking.” Silanos adopted a disapproving sort of tone. “Of course, he couldn’t control it, and Zeus shot it from the sky. Cygnus gathered all of his brother’s bones by hand, and the gods were so touched that they turned him into a swan and put him up there”
As he recounted the tale, he wished he had picked a different one. He tried to be flip about it, but the story made him sad, touched on a grief that hoped was hidden by the darkness. He swallowed it down. “Seems an odd sort of reward. I have no desire to be turned into a swan”
Despite his efforts, the lord was quiet for a few moments afterwards, letting the gentle susurrus of the surf fill the space as he looked pensively up at the inky canvas above. Silanos seemed to realise he was being maudlin though, and he fucking hated miserable drunks, so he pulled himself together was back to scanning for another constellation. This one he was..mostly sure of. With a sideways glance at Leto, he chanced her ignorance and launched into the story.
“Cassiopeia. Is she in your stories? She..flirted with Zeus, and Hera cast her into the sky to burn in shame for ever more.” The direction he gestured in was a little more vague then and Sil let his arm drop back to the sand. Or something like that It seemed the Gods threw people into the sky for all sorts of things, good or bad. It sounded convincing to him anyway.
Sil yawned, stretched his arms above his head so that his shirt rode up and a thin sliver of skin was briefly visible, a downy trail descending below the dark fabric of his waistband. Sleepy. He blinked heavy eyes and gave the wine skin a shake, feeling a satisfying slosh of liquid still within and the lord sat up, offered it to Leto before bracketing his elbows around his knees.
“What would you have done if I had been dead?” he asked, eyeing her curiously. “Did you have a plan?”
Leto followed the point of his finger, trying to make out the shape in the stars. Her own eyes narrowed as she second guessed if she was looking at the right collection of stars until the shape seemed to form clearly.
Ah! There he was! Familiar with the story, Leto recognized the long neck of a swan and imagined two broad wings unfurling to follow the invisible lines connecting the stars in the sky. Her smile spread slightly and her eyes immediately started to search for other patterns and shapes in the sky, only looking away to catch Silanos' humorous thoughts on the matter.
"Then, I suppose not making friends with chariot stealers would be a good start," she teased lightly, feeling slightly more at ease with the wine in her belly and the warmth of the himation around her shoulders. A slight laugh escaped her as she added, "Go on. Another."
Cassiopeia was a familiar story to her, and as soon as Leto's eyes started to scan the sky for the pattern his pointed finger indicated, her brows slowly furrowed and her smile faltered. That changed expression turned to Silanos as he kept speaking, and she turned to look at him. There, on his expression, he seemed to sort of roughly cast aside the details of the story.
"No," she said, a slightly too-haughty tone in her voice released by the relaxing effects of the wine, "Cassiopeia was the mother of Andromeda, and she claimed that her daughter was more beautiful than all of Poseidon's nymphs. When Poseidon heard about this, he cast her into the sky." As she spoke, Leto looked up at the sky, her brows still furrowed as she considered the tale again.
Leto had always thought that it simply meant that the gods picked up the people and launched them off into the distance, never to return.
"That makes no sense," Leto said, her mind ticking away at all the possibilities, a trait she shared with her brother, Magnus. In fact, as she thought deeply, her mouth pressed into a thin line that mirrored his own expression, though he had the habit of pressing a knuckle against his lips in thought instead. "Why would the gods choose to both praise and punish mortals in the same way, by turning them into stars?"
Musing for another moment, she added slowly, "I guess, it makes them immortal, in some way. If not alive, then remembered. Maybe as a story to follow...or a warning?" Though part of her wanted to continue thinking and considering all the options, a small yawn escaped her, and she smothered it quickly with her forearm before glancing back over to Silanos, who also yawned. It seemed he had had enough of star stories, for now.
Her eyes lingered over the small strip of skin that had revealed itself in his stretch, but glanced away once again as soon as he started to sit up. With a soft smile, she accepted the wineskin again and took a sip, raising his brows at his question.
"No, I didn't have a plan. No one exactly has plans to find a dead body." She paused a moment, fiddling with the strap on the side of the wineskin. Leto said, honestly, shrugging in an almost innocent, childlike fashion, "I suppose I would have tried to get you to shore and then rode off to tell someone. It would only seem right to let someone know. Too many disappear off into Poseidon's hands, never to be seen again."
Her words touched a bit harder than intended, coupled by the wine and the late - no, early - hour. Magnus would once again cross this sea. He had been safe for so many journeys but all it took was the smallest shift in the mood of the gods for things to change. Swallowing to keep her thoughts from turning into emotions, she offered the wineskin back to Silanos.
"How much longer do you think until sunrise?"
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Leto followed the point of his finger, trying to make out the shape in the stars. Her own eyes narrowed as she second guessed if she was looking at the right collection of stars until the shape seemed to form clearly.
Ah! There he was! Familiar with the story, Leto recognized the long neck of a swan and imagined two broad wings unfurling to follow the invisible lines connecting the stars in the sky. Her smile spread slightly and her eyes immediately started to search for other patterns and shapes in the sky, only looking away to catch Silanos' humorous thoughts on the matter.
"Then, I suppose not making friends with chariot stealers would be a good start," she teased lightly, feeling slightly more at ease with the wine in her belly and the warmth of the himation around her shoulders. A slight laugh escaped her as she added, "Go on. Another."
Cassiopeia was a familiar story to her, and as soon as Leto's eyes started to scan the sky for the pattern his pointed finger indicated, her brows slowly furrowed and her smile faltered. That changed expression turned to Silanos as he kept speaking, and she turned to look at him. There, on his expression, he seemed to sort of roughly cast aside the details of the story.
"No," she said, a slightly too-haughty tone in her voice released by the relaxing effects of the wine, "Cassiopeia was the mother of Andromeda, and she claimed that her daughter was more beautiful than all of Poseidon's nymphs. When Poseidon heard about this, he cast her into the sky." As she spoke, Leto looked up at the sky, her brows still furrowed as she considered the tale again.
Leto had always thought that it simply meant that the gods picked up the people and launched them off into the distance, never to return.
"That makes no sense," Leto said, her mind ticking away at all the possibilities, a trait she shared with her brother, Magnus. In fact, as she thought deeply, her mouth pressed into a thin line that mirrored his own expression, though he had the habit of pressing a knuckle against his lips in thought instead. "Why would the gods choose to both praise and punish mortals in the same way, by turning them into stars?"
Musing for another moment, she added slowly, "I guess, it makes them immortal, in some way. If not alive, then remembered. Maybe as a story to follow...or a warning?" Though part of her wanted to continue thinking and considering all the options, a small yawn escaped her, and she smothered it quickly with her forearm before glancing back over to Silanos, who also yawned. It seemed he had had enough of star stories, for now.
Her eyes lingered over the small strip of skin that had revealed itself in his stretch, but glanced away once again as soon as he started to sit up. With a soft smile, she accepted the wineskin again and took a sip, raising his brows at his question.
"No, I didn't have a plan. No one exactly has plans to find a dead body." She paused a moment, fiddling with the strap on the side of the wineskin. Leto said, honestly, shrugging in an almost innocent, childlike fashion, "I suppose I would have tried to get you to shore and then rode off to tell someone. It would only seem right to let someone know. Too many disappear off into Poseidon's hands, never to be seen again."
Her words touched a bit harder than intended, coupled by the wine and the late - no, early - hour. Magnus would once again cross this sea. He had been safe for so many journeys but all it took was the smallest shift in the mood of the gods for things to change. Swallowing to keep her thoughts from turning into emotions, she offered the wineskin back to Silanos.
"How much longer do you think until sunrise?"
Leto followed the point of his finger, trying to make out the shape in the stars. Her own eyes narrowed as she second guessed if she was looking at the right collection of stars until the shape seemed to form clearly.
Ah! There he was! Familiar with the story, Leto recognized the long neck of a swan and imagined two broad wings unfurling to follow the invisible lines connecting the stars in the sky. Her smile spread slightly and her eyes immediately started to search for other patterns and shapes in the sky, only looking away to catch Silanos' humorous thoughts on the matter.
"Then, I suppose not making friends with chariot stealers would be a good start," she teased lightly, feeling slightly more at ease with the wine in her belly and the warmth of the himation around her shoulders. A slight laugh escaped her as she added, "Go on. Another."
Cassiopeia was a familiar story to her, and as soon as Leto's eyes started to scan the sky for the pattern his pointed finger indicated, her brows slowly furrowed and her smile faltered. That changed expression turned to Silanos as he kept speaking, and she turned to look at him. There, on his expression, he seemed to sort of roughly cast aside the details of the story.
"No," she said, a slightly too-haughty tone in her voice released by the relaxing effects of the wine, "Cassiopeia was the mother of Andromeda, and she claimed that her daughter was more beautiful than all of Poseidon's nymphs. When Poseidon heard about this, he cast her into the sky." As she spoke, Leto looked up at the sky, her brows still furrowed as she considered the tale again.
Leto had always thought that it simply meant that the gods picked up the people and launched them off into the distance, never to return.
"That makes no sense," Leto said, her mind ticking away at all the possibilities, a trait she shared with her brother, Magnus. In fact, as she thought deeply, her mouth pressed into a thin line that mirrored his own expression, though he had the habit of pressing a knuckle against his lips in thought instead. "Why would the gods choose to both praise and punish mortals in the same way, by turning them into stars?"
Musing for another moment, she added slowly, "I guess, it makes them immortal, in some way. If not alive, then remembered. Maybe as a story to follow...or a warning?" Though part of her wanted to continue thinking and considering all the options, a small yawn escaped her, and she smothered it quickly with her forearm before glancing back over to Silanos, who also yawned. It seemed he had had enough of star stories, for now.
Her eyes lingered over the small strip of skin that had revealed itself in his stretch, but glanced away once again as soon as he started to sit up. With a soft smile, she accepted the wineskin again and took a sip, raising his brows at his question.
"No, I didn't have a plan. No one exactly has plans to find a dead body." She paused a moment, fiddling with the strap on the side of the wineskin. Leto said, honestly, shrugging in an almost innocent, childlike fashion, "I suppose I would have tried to get you to shore and then rode off to tell someone. It would only seem right to let someone know. Too many disappear off into Poseidon's hands, never to be seen again."
Her words touched a bit harder than intended, coupled by the wine and the late - no, early - hour. Magnus would once again cross this sea. He had been safe for so many journeys but all it took was the smallest shift in the mood of the gods for things to change. Swallowing to keep her thoughts from turning into emotions, she offered the wineskin back to Silanos.