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Silanos laughed at her haughty correction of his loose interpretation of Cassiopea’s story. “Very well, you caught me. I made that up. I haven’t memorised the whole fucking sky whatever you mgiht think”. He glanced at her, her face tilted up, looking sweetly befuddled as she tried to make sense of the stars scattered like jewels across darkest blue.
“Hmm?” he said, blinking and looking skywards again as she went on. Little of what the Gods did made sense, he thought. They played with lives like games of dice, and Silanos had resolved himself to just doing what he wanted, when he wanted, because sooner or later it would be his existence they toyed with. He kept such thoughts to himself though, giving a dismissive shrug at Leto’s words.
“I have given up trying to figure out what their intentions are” was all the response he offered, before that ever present fatigue showed itself again, and he pushed up to sitting before he actually did fall asleep. Idly, he swirled a finger in the sand between them, making patterns as he listened to Leto’s plan that was not a plan, snorting a little .
“Oh well I am glad you would have let someone know” he mocked gently, turning to look at her again,eyes bright in the darkness. “That’s reassuring at least” He didn’t miss how she fell quiet a moment though, so left off the teasing, accepting the wine back and giving the moment a chance to breath, letting Leto steer the conversation when she was ready.
Taking another swallow, he let the wine maintain the steady warm and dozy feeling it had created, propping it in the sand between them so she could pick it up as she wished. Her question had the lord glance toward the East, where the gentlest shading of pale blue could be seen bleeding from the horizon up into the indigo above.
“Couple of hours” he guessed “Atlas is still spinning the sky.” Silanos tried imagine bearing the weight of everything above them as the Titan did, and thought again how cruel the gods could be, even to their own. He looked at Leto instead.
“Are you warm enough? he asked, before patting the sand next to him as if to invite her closer. “Nothing funny I swear” Silanos promised. “Just..you’ll be warmer if we’re close.” He wished he hadn't joked about it earlier, because she might be wary now, but he couldn't forget that she’d gotten all wet - because of him- and the night was cool. Perhaps he should send her away, back home so she could get warm and dry.
But Sil wanted her to stay, he realised. It was much nicer being awake all night with someone, rather than in his usual solitude. In an attempt to engage her again, he turned his attentions back to the stars that had fascinated her before, making no more mention of her shifting closer. He’d let her decide.
“You know, there was an old man I met in Taengea who said he’d found a bit of a star. Like it had just fallen from the sky and landed on the earth.” He’d laid back again and kept his eyes trained upwards as he spoke, a contemplative expression on his face. “He showed us, but it didn’t look like much. Just rock. Can you imagine?” There was a drowsy sort of smile on his face as he added “They drink a lot in Taengea though, so I call false”
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Silanos laughed at her haughty correction of his loose interpretation of Cassiopea’s story. “Very well, you caught me. I made that up. I haven’t memorised the whole fucking sky whatever you mgiht think”. He glanced at her, her face tilted up, looking sweetly befuddled as she tried to make sense of the stars scattered like jewels across darkest blue.
“Hmm?” he said, blinking and looking skywards again as she went on. Little of what the Gods did made sense, he thought. They played with lives like games of dice, and Silanos had resolved himself to just doing what he wanted, when he wanted, because sooner or later it would be his existence they toyed with. He kept such thoughts to himself though, giving a dismissive shrug at Leto’s words.
“I have given up trying to figure out what their intentions are” was all the response he offered, before that ever present fatigue showed itself again, and he pushed up to sitting before he actually did fall asleep. Idly, he swirled a finger in the sand between them, making patterns as he listened to Leto’s plan that was not a plan, snorting a little .
“Oh well I am glad you would have let someone know” he mocked gently, turning to look at her again,eyes bright in the darkness. “That’s reassuring at least” He didn’t miss how she fell quiet a moment though, so left off the teasing, accepting the wine back and giving the moment a chance to breath, letting Leto steer the conversation when she was ready.
Taking another swallow, he let the wine maintain the steady warm and dozy feeling it had created, propping it in the sand between them so she could pick it up as she wished. Her question had the lord glance toward the East, where the gentlest shading of pale blue could be seen bleeding from the horizon up into the indigo above.
“Couple of hours” he guessed “Atlas is still spinning the sky.” Silanos tried imagine bearing the weight of everything above them as the Titan did, and thought again how cruel the gods could be, even to their own. He looked at Leto instead.
“Are you warm enough? he asked, before patting the sand next to him as if to invite her closer. “Nothing funny I swear” Silanos promised. “Just..you’ll be warmer if we’re close.” He wished he hadn't joked about it earlier, because she might be wary now, but he couldn't forget that she’d gotten all wet - because of him- and the night was cool. Perhaps he should send her away, back home so she could get warm and dry.
But Sil wanted her to stay, he realised. It was much nicer being awake all night with someone, rather than in his usual solitude. In an attempt to engage her again, he turned his attentions back to the stars that had fascinated her before, making no more mention of her shifting closer. He’d let her decide.
“You know, there was an old man I met in Taengea who said he’d found a bit of a star. Like it had just fallen from the sky and landed on the earth.” He’d laid back again and kept his eyes trained upwards as he spoke, a contemplative expression on his face. “He showed us, but it didn’t look like much. Just rock. Can you imagine?” There was a drowsy sort of smile on his face as he added “They drink a lot in Taengea though, so I call false”
Silanos laughed at her haughty correction of his loose interpretation of Cassiopea’s story. “Very well, you caught me. I made that up. I haven’t memorised the whole fucking sky whatever you mgiht think”. He glanced at her, her face tilted up, looking sweetly befuddled as she tried to make sense of the stars scattered like jewels across darkest blue.
“Hmm?” he said, blinking and looking skywards again as she went on. Little of what the Gods did made sense, he thought. They played with lives like games of dice, and Silanos had resolved himself to just doing what he wanted, when he wanted, because sooner or later it would be his existence they toyed with. He kept such thoughts to himself though, giving a dismissive shrug at Leto’s words.
“I have given up trying to figure out what their intentions are” was all the response he offered, before that ever present fatigue showed itself again, and he pushed up to sitting before he actually did fall asleep. Idly, he swirled a finger in the sand between them, making patterns as he listened to Leto’s plan that was not a plan, snorting a little .
“Oh well I am glad you would have let someone know” he mocked gently, turning to look at her again,eyes bright in the darkness. “That’s reassuring at least” He didn’t miss how she fell quiet a moment though, so left off the teasing, accepting the wine back and giving the moment a chance to breath, letting Leto steer the conversation when she was ready.
Taking another swallow, he let the wine maintain the steady warm and dozy feeling it had created, propping it in the sand between them so she could pick it up as she wished. Her question had the lord glance toward the East, where the gentlest shading of pale blue could be seen bleeding from the horizon up into the indigo above.
“Couple of hours” he guessed “Atlas is still spinning the sky.” Silanos tried imagine bearing the weight of everything above them as the Titan did, and thought again how cruel the gods could be, even to their own. He looked at Leto instead.
“Are you warm enough? he asked, before patting the sand next to him as if to invite her closer. “Nothing funny I swear” Silanos promised. “Just..you’ll be warmer if we’re close.” He wished he hadn't joked about it earlier, because she might be wary now, but he couldn't forget that she’d gotten all wet - because of him- and the night was cool. Perhaps he should send her away, back home so she could get warm and dry.
But Sil wanted her to stay, he realised. It was much nicer being awake all night with someone, rather than in his usual solitude. In an attempt to engage her again, he turned his attentions back to the stars that had fascinated her before, making no more mention of her shifting closer. He’d let her decide.
“You know, there was an old man I met in Taengea who said he’d found a bit of a star. Like it had just fallen from the sky and landed on the earth.” He’d laid back again and kept his eyes trained upwards as he spoke, a contemplative expression on his face. “He showed us, but it didn’t look like much. Just rock. Can you imagine?” There was a drowsy sort of smile on his face as he added “They drink a lot in Taengea though, so I call false”
The corner of her lips flicked up and her eyes smiled softly as Silanos acknowledged her correction, and she pressed her lips together to keep a slight laugh hidden as he noted he did not memorize every story. No one had. Yes, she knew quite a few of them and Magnus was very indulgent in letting her get her hands on anything that could expand her collection to keep her entertained at home. Still, Leto found herself fascinated with pairing the stories she knew with the stars above.
She knew the types of scrolls and books she would order next.
Silanos made a good point of not trying to understand what the gods intended. After all, their will was their own. It seemed they used the mortals for entertainment more often than not. Not questioning it any further, she kept looking up.
The cool breeze from off the water seemed to find every bit of bare skin that she had showing, and chilled the still damp cloth of her chiton that lay pressed against her skin. Even with the Lord's himation wrapped around her shoulders, the chill of the night was getting a little harder to ignore. A slight tremble started in her forearms and seemed to gently rattle her at her joints. Leto shifted slightly to try to press her legs a bit closer together to prevent such trembling and tugged the himation a bit tighter around her.
Her breath betrayed her as she exhaled a slight shudder.
Silanos' offer to shift closer was met with a lingering apprehension, though far more faded now that they had shared conversation and her skin had chilled considerably. While it was still wholly inappropriate for her to be alone with the man and even more so if she were to sit ever so close to him, she could not deny the logic behind his offer. After a slight pause, she shifted her hands down to the sand and lifted herself up and over twice until she sat right next to him.
Her left hip made the lightest contact with his right hip as she settled there, and there was a slight flutter in her chest. Apart from family members, she had not been this close to a man before. The logical part of her mind was consistently making the argument that this was simply for warmth, and it had a good bit of validation as her thigh ran parallel to his, and she noted the instant warmth that seemed to be combined there.
Her ever-watchful eyes montiored to see that this was okay, and after a deeper breath to silence the inner critic of her choices, she settled herself to lay back onto the sand with the himation wrapped around her shoulders still and her head rested on his bicep.
For the first few moments, it felt completely unnatural. It felt as if every bony inch of her body was hyper aware of the contact it made with his. No hands were involved and it was in many ways overly innocent, yet still...it was different enough to add to her nerves.
That was, until he started sharing his story from Taengea.
With her head laid back against his bicep, she turned her head to look over at him as he told the story. From here, she saw entirely different angles and planes of his face, and noted how deep set his eyes truly were, and how the paleness of their color was the only reason they did not seem dark and forboding. Her eyes then trained on his lips, which bore a fullness that seemed to accent every word he spoke. A soft, tired smile toyed on her lips at his words.
"Maybe so," she started, her voice softer as she spoke. Her eyelids started to hang lower and lower as she glanced back up at the stars and the stories that watched over them.
She was not sure exactly when the crashing of the waves and the whispering of the wind lulled them to sleep. However, she was only ever so slightly aware of waking to a world in soft pastels - the sand was the color of soft buttercream and the sea the color of soft silver.
The sky was not even quite blue yet, but more of a gentle, pale pink and gold as she glanced up out of the corner of her eye at it and the featherwhite wisps of clouds. Her eyes blinked against the sleep and small grains of sand that lingered on her lashes, but she dared not move much beyond that as she became more aware.
She was warm and dry, laying on her side with the front of her body pressed against Silanos. His arm wound from beneath her neck and wrapped itself down around her shoulders, leaving warm points of contact along her back. Her hand had rested against his chest, and without moving, she watched the rise and fall for a few moments as the deep, even rhythm of sleep controlled each breath.
A slight smile quirked at her lips. At last, they had found some peace and rest, despite the odds.
Cautiously trying not to wake him, she shifted her head back slightly, craning her neck up to see his sleeping face and disheveled, windswept hair. It was charming in its own, odd way, and her eyes trailed over the planes of his face, noting the little constellations of freckles on his cheeks, almost like the scattering of stars they fell asleep watching.
Leto had never woken up beside anyone before...but she could see the appeal.
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The corner of her lips flicked up and her eyes smiled softly as Silanos acknowledged her correction, and she pressed her lips together to keep a slight laugh hidden as he noted he did not memorize every story. No one had. Yes, she knew quite a few of them and Magnus was very indulgent in letting her get her hands on anything that could expand her collection to keep her entertained at home. Still, Leto found herself fascinated with pairing the stories she knew with the stars above.
She knew the types of scrolls and books she would order next.
Silanos made a good point of not trying to understand what the gods intended. After all, their will was their own. It seemed they used the mortals for entertainment more often than not. Not questioning it any further, she kept looking up.
The cool breeze from off the water seemed to find every bit of bare skin that she had showing, and chilled the still damp cloth of her chiton that lay pressed against her skin. Even with the Lord's himation wrapped around her shoulders, the chill of the night was getting a little harder to ignore. A slight tremble started in her forearms and seemed to gently rattle her at her joints. Leto shifted slightly to try to press her legs a bit closer together to prevent such trembling and tugged the himation a bit tighter around her.
Her breath betrayed her as she exhaled a slight shudder.
Silanos' offer to shift closer was met with a lingering apprehension, though far more faded now that they had shared conversation and her skin had chilled considerably. While it was still wholly inappropriate for her to be alone with the man and even more so if she were to sit ever so close to him, she could not deny the logic behind his offer. After a slight pause, she shifted her hands down to the sand and lifted herself up and over twice until she sat right next to him.
Her left hip made the lightest contact with his right hip as she settled there, and there was a slight flutter in her chest. Apart from family members, she had not been this close to a man before. The logical part of her mind was consistently making the argument that this was simply for warmth, and it had a good bit of validation as her thigh ran parallel to his, and she noted the instant warmth that seemed to be combined there.
Her ever-watchful eyes montiored to see that this was okay, and after a deeper breath to silence the inner critic of her choices, she settled herself to lay back onto the sand with the himation wrapped around her shoulders still and her head rested on his bicep.
For the first few moments, it felt completely unnatural. It felt as if every bony inch of her body was hyper aware of the contact it made with his. No hands were involved and it was in many ways overly innocent, yet still...it was different enough to add to her nerves.
That was, until he started sharing his story from Taengea.
With her head laid back against his bicep, she turned her head to look over at him as he told the story. From here, she saw entirely different angles and planes of his face, and noted how deep set his eyes truly were, and how the paleness of their color was the only reason they did not seem dark and forboding. Her eyes then trained on his lips, which bore a fullness that seemed to accent every word he spoke. A soft, tired smile toyed on her lips at his words.
"Maybe so," she started, her voice softer as she spoke. Her eyelids started to hang lower and lower as she glanced back up at the stars and the stories that watched over them.
She was not sure exactly when the crashing of the waves and the whispering of the wind lulled them to sleep. However, she was only ever so slightly aware of waking to a world in soft pastels - the sand was the color of soft buttercream and the sea the color of soft silver.
The sky was not even quite blue yet, but more of a gentle, pale pink and gold as she glanced up out of the corner of her eye at it and the featherwhite wisps of clouds. Her eyes blinked against the sleep and small grains of sand that lingered on her lashes, but she dared not move much beyond that as she became more aware.
She was warm and dry, laying on her side with the front of her body pressed against Silanos. His arm wound from beneath her neck and wrapped itself down around her shoulders, leaving warm points of contact along her back. Her hand had rested against his chest, and without moving, she watched the rise and fall for a few moments as the deep, even rhythm of sleep controlled each breath.
A slight smile quirked at her lips. At last, they had found some peace and rest, despite the odds.
Cautiously trying not to wake him, she shifted her head back slightly, craning her neck up to see his sleeping face and disheveled, windswept hair. It was charming in its own, odd way, and her eyes trailed over the planes of his face, noting the little constellations of freckles on his cheeks, almost like the scattering of stars they fell asleep watching.
Leto had never woken up beside anyone before...but she could see the appeal.
The corner of her lips flicked up and her eyes smiled softly as Silanos acknowledged her correction, and she pressed her lips together to keep a slight laugh hidden as he noted he did not memorize every story. No one had. Yes, she knew quite a few of them and Magnus was very indulgent in letting her get her hands on anything that could expand her collection to keep her entertained at home. Still, Leto found herself fascinated with pairing the stories she knew with the stars above.
She knew the types of scrolls and books she would order next.
Silanos made a good point of not trying to understand what the gods intended. After all, their will was their own. It seemed they used the mortals for entertainment more often than not. Not questioning it any further, she kept looking up.
The cool breeze from off the water seemed to find every bit of bare skin that she had showing, and chilled the still damp cloth of her chiton that lay pressed against her skin. Even with the Lord's himation wrapped around her shoulders, the chill of the night was getting a little harder to ignore. A slight tremble started in her forearms and seemed to gently rattle her at her joints. Leto shifted slightly to try to press her legs a bit closer together to prevent such trembling and tugged the himation a bit tighter around her.
Her breath betrayed her as she exhaled a slight shudder.
Silanos' offer to shift closer was met with a lingering apprehension, though far more faded now that they had shared conversation and her skin had chilled considerably. While it was still wholly inappropriate for her to be alone with the man and even more so if she were to sit ever so close to him, she could not deny the logic behind his offer. After a slight pause, she shifted her hands down to the sand and lifted herself up and over twice until she sat right next to him.
Her left hip made the lightest contact with his right hip as she settled there, and there was a slight flutter in her chest. Apart from family members, she had not been this close to a man before. The logical part of her mind was consistently making the argument that this was simply for warmth, and it had a good bit of validation as her thigh ran parallel to his, and she noted the instant warmth that seemed to be combined there.
Her ever-watchful eyes montiored to see that this was okay, and after a deeper breath to silence the inner critic of her choices, she settled herself to lay back onto the sand with the himation wrapped around her shoulders still and her head rested on his bicep.
For the first few moments, it felt completely unnatural. It felt as if every bony inch of her body was hyper aware of the contact it made with his. No hands were involved and it was in many ways overly innocent, yet still...it was different enough to add to her nerves.
That was, until he started sharing his story from Taengea.
With her head laid back against his bicep, she turned her head to look over at him as he told the story. From here, she saw entirely different angles and planes of his face, and noted how deep set his eyes truly were, and how the paleness of their color was the only reason they did not seem dark and forboding. Her eyes then trained on his lips, which bore a fullness that seemed to accent every word he spoke. A soft, tired smile toyed on her lips at his words.
"Maybe so," she started, her voice softer as she spoke. Her eyelids started to hang lower and lower as she glanced back up at the stars and the stories that watched over them.
She was not sure exactly when the crashing of the waves and the whispering of the wind lulled them to sleep. However, she was only ever so slightly aware of waking to a world in soft pastels - the sand was the color of soft buttercream and the sea the color of soft silver.
The sky was not even quite blue yet, but more of a gentle, pale pink and gold as she glanced up out of the corner of her eye at it and the featherwhite wisps of clouds. Her eyes blinked against the sleep and small grains of sand that lingered on her lashes, but she dared not move much beyond that as she became more aware.
She was warm and dry, laying on her side with the front of her body pressed against Silanos. His arm wound from beneath her neck and wrapped itself down around her shoulders, leaving warm points of contact along her back. Her hand had rested against his chest, and without moving, she watched the rise and fall for a few moments as the deep, even rhythm of sleep controlled each breath.
A slight smile quirked at her lips. At last, they had found some peace and rest, despite the odds.
Cautiously trying not to wake him, she shifted her head back slightly, craning her neck up to see his sleeping face and disheveled, windswept hair. It was charming in its own, odd way, and her eyes trailed over the planes of his face, noting the little constellations of freckles on his cheeks, almost like the scattering of stars they fell asleep watching.
Leto had never woken up beside anyone before...but she could see the appeal.
The Lord felt a strange sense of triumph when Leto made the decision to shift closer- as if he had coaxed a wild animal to him. He was careful though to keep his expression entirely neutral, just yawning and keeping his eyes fixed on the skies as she settled down next to him.
She was tense, that much was clear from all the almost rigid line of her body where it touched his, and he noticed even more that she was all long limbs, slender like a willow. It made it that much easier just to appreciate it for what it was and not let his thoughts wander. He started talking as a form of distraction, and it worked, the girl relaxing from the stiff way she held herself and Sil prattled about nonsense, as glad of her warmth as she was of his.
He didn’t know how it happened. One moment he had been gazing up at inky blue, tired but fighting it because he sure as shit wasn’t going to fall asleep and embarrass himself waking up screaming next to Leto. But maybe it was the wine, or the near drowning. Or just that it was oddly comfortable to be lying with this strange girl pillowing her head on his arm, her gangly length stretched out against his own, with only the distant stars as witness.
She woke first, her companion still sleeping, his face smoothed of any tension, almost innocent in repose. The dark hair that had been so thoroughly soaked by the sea the night before had dried in even more dissaray than it usually fell into, drifting haphazardly over his forehead. It was one strand, ticklish perhaps where the breeze lifted it, that saw Silanos stir, brushing his hand over his face and shifting slightly, a murmur of drowsy discontent at being so disturbed.
Leto would feel the moment his consciousness surfaced into wakefulness, for the soft and pliant way they had unknowingly wrapped around eachother was suddenly tense, unyielding and Silanos twisted his neck to look at her, an unmistakable expression of panic welling in the pale blue of his gaze.
“.....fuck. Sorry.” He almost yanked his arm away, sitting up abruptly and bracing on one arm as he looked down at her. “Did I..I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” He was scanning her face urgently for some look of judgement, disdain, and pushed a hand through his hair anxiously, leaving it a hopeless mess. But Silanos had not woken up. Not like he usually did, sweating and with the cold grip of dread clenching a fist around his heart. He wasn’t feeling sick or like a knot of something horrible was caught in his throat. He felt...rested. And he realised with a jolt that he had not dreamed. Nothing.
He had just slept, like a normal person. It never happened. The young lord cast his eyes away from Leto as he tried to process this development, looked out across the gentle sea and to the mellow light of the dawning day. After a couple of moments quiet, he had shoved his surprise and confusion aside enough to make some effort at conversation.
“So much for watching the sunrise” he said, with an almost self-conscious laugh, rubbing at the back of his neck which had stiffened in their stillness. He waved a hand absently to indicate their previous closeness. “That..uh...wasn’t my plan”
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The Lord felt a strange sense of triumph when Leto made the decision to shift closer- as if he had coaxed a wild animal to him. He was careful though to keep his expression entirely neutral, just yawning and keeping his eyes fixed on the skies as she settled down next to him.
She was tense, that much was clear from all the almost rigid line of her body where it touched his, and he noticed even more that she was all long limbs, slender like a willow. It made it that much easier just to appreciate it for what it was and not let his thoughts wander. He started talking as a form of distraction, and it worked, the girl relaxing from the stiff way she held herself and Sil prattled about nonsense, as glad of her warmth as she was of his.
He didn’t know how it happened. One moment he had been gazing up at inky blue, tired but fighting it because he sure as shit wasn’t going to fall asleep and embarrass himself waking up screaming next to Leto. But maybe it was the wine, or the near drowning. Or just that it was oddly comfortable to be lying with this strange girl pillowing her head on his arm, her gangly length stretched out against his own, with only the distant stars as witness.
She woke first, her companion still sleeping, his face smoothed of any tension, almost innocent in repose. The dark hair that had been so thoroughly soaked by the sea the night before had dried in even more dissaray than it usually fell into, drifting haphazardly over his forehead. It was one strand, ticklish perhaps where the breeze lifted it, that saw Silanos stir, brushing his hand over his face and shifting slightly, a murmur of drowsy discontent at being so disturbed.
Leto would feel the moment his consciousness surfaced into wakefulness, for the soft and pliant way they had unknowingly wrapped around eachother was suddenly tense, unyielding and Silanos twisted his neck to look at her, an unmistakable expression of panic welling in the pale blue of his gaze.
“.....fuck. Sorry.” He almost yanked his arm away, sitting up abruptly and bracing on one arm as he looked down at her. “Did I..I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” He was scanning her face urgently for some look of judgement, disdain, and pushed a hand through his hair anxiously, leaving it a hopeless mess. But Silanos had not woken up. Not like he usually did, sweating and with the cold grip of dread clenching a fist around his heart. He wasn’t feeling sick or like a knot of something horrible was caught in his throat. He felt...rested. And he realised with a jolt that he had not dreamed. Nothing.
He had just slept, like a normal person. It never happened. The young lord cast his eyes away from Leto as he tried to process this development, looked out across the gentle sea and to the mellow light of the dawning day. After a couple of moments quiet, he had shoved his surprise and confusion aside enough to make some effort at conversation.
“So much for watching the sunrise” he said, with an almost self-conscious laugh, rubbing at the back of his neck which had stiffened in their stillness. He waved a hand absently to indicate their previous closeness. “That..uh...wasn’t my plan”
The Lord felt a strange sense of triumph when Leto made the decision to shift closer- as if he had coaxed a wild animal to him. He was careful though to keep his expression entirely neutral, just yawning and keeping his eyes fixed on the skies as she settled down next to him.
She was tense, that much was clear from all the almost rigid line of her body where it touched his, and he noticed even more that she was all long limbs, slender like a willow. It made it that much easier just to appreciate it for what it was and not let his thoughts wander. He started talking as a form of distraction, and it worked, the girl relaxing from the stiff way she held herself and Sil prattled about nonsense, as glad of her warmth as she was of his.
He didn’t know how it happened. One moment he had been gazing up at inky blue, tired but fighting it because he sure as shit wasn’t going to fall asleep and embarrass himself waking up screaming next to Leto. But maybe it was the wine, or the near drowning. Or just that it was oddly comfortable to be lying with this strange girl pillowing her head on his arm, her gangly length stretched out against his own, with only the distant stars as witness.
She woke first, her companion still sleeping, his face smoothed of any tension, almost innocent in repose. The dark hair that had been so thoroughly soaked by the sea the night before had dried in even more dissaray than it usually fell into, drifting haphazardly over his forehead. It was one strand, ticklish perhaps where the breeze lifted it, that saw Silanos stir, brushing his hand over his face and shifting slightly, a murmur of drowsy discontent at being so disturbed.
Leto would feel the moment his consciousness surfaced into wakefulness, for the soft and pliant way they had unknowingly wrapped around eachother was suddenly tense, unyielding and Silanos twisted his neck to look at her, an unmistakable expression of panic welling in the pale blue of his gaze.
“.....fuck. Sorry.” He almost yanked his arm away, sitting up abruptly and bracing on one arm as he looked down at her. “Did I..I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” He was scanning her face urgently for some look of judgement, disdain, and pushed a hand through his hair anxiously, leaving it a hopeless mess. But Silanos had not woken up. Not like he usually did, sweating and with the cold grip of dread clenching a fist around his heart. He wasn’t feeling sick or like a knot of something horrible was caught in his throat. He felt...rested. And he realised with a jolt that he had not dreamed. Nothing.
He had just slept, like a normal person. It never happened. The young lord cast his eyes away from Leto as he tried to process this development, looked out across the gentle sea and to the mellow light of the dawning day. After a couple of moments quiet, he had shoved his surprise and confusion aside enough to make some effort at conversation.
“So much for watching the sunrise” he said, with an almost self-conscious laugh, rubbing at the back of his neck which had stiffened in their stillness. He waved a hand absently to indicate their previous closeness. “That..uh...wasn’t my plan”
Leto managed to stifle a small gasp as Silanos' awoke and looked at her with widened eyes. His body stiffened and reflectively called sudden movements away, sitting up to relenquish his arm back to his hold. Her heart started pounding at the suddenness of his He seemed almost...frightened....
By the gods...how did she look??
Leto was far from being a self-conscious person regarding her looks, having accepted some time ago that her development into womanhood seemed to have missed a few vital steps, including the steps that allowed her to have feminine curves and spritely delicate features. Still, she imagined that someone like Lord Silanos perhaps was more accustomed to waking either alone or with something 'prettier' at his side.
Sitting upright and sharing in the awkwardness of such a waking, Leto swallowed hard - her pride having been hurt without any pretense - and she turned her flushed cheeks away, blinking her eyes rapidly to rid herself of sleep...and the risk of tears.
An easy distraction for her was the sight of Eteon, smaller than a flea off in the distance down the stretch of beach, continuing to search for seagrasses to whet his appetite. Leto thanked the gods that he was a wise enough creature not to abandon them completely in the night and that he was well trained enough not to run like many mounts that had to be nearly chased to be caught. It would be quite a walk to him, though.
"So much for watching the sunrise..."
His voice brought her back around to glance at him, still feeling the sting of her initial thoughts but taking a deep breath of salt air seemed to help her find her voice again, creaky with sleep.
"I had a feeling we were not going to make it to sunrise," she murmured, offering a wan smile as if trying to rid herself of her own uncertainty and to keep her mood lifted. Then again, it was not unusual for her to wake with a certain sense of melancholy.
Leto started to rise to her feet, careful not to let the sand from the linen of her chiton dump all over the tired Lord and took a few steps away to shake it out, along with his himation. His next words caught her a bit off guard, but the unsteadiness of them spoke volumes.
"I know," she said, quietly, "But I am appreciative of it, my Lord. We would have both frozen to death otherwise."
Once the himation was free of most of the sand, she rolled it up using her forearms and offered it to him before glancing down the beach, then back.
"You can ride with me if you wish," she offered, tilting her head towards the wayward mount. "He is strong enough to carry two."
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Leto managed to stifle a small gasp as Silanos' awoke and looked at her with widened eyes. His body stiffened and reflectively called sudden movements away, sitting up to relenquish his arm back to his hold. Her heart started pounding at the suddenness of his He seemed almost...frightened....
By the gods...how did she look??
Leto was far from being a self-conscious person regarding her looks, having accepted some time ago that her development into womanhood seemed to have missed a few vital steps, including the steps that allowed her to have feminine curves and spritely delicate features. Still, she imagined that someone like Lord Silanos perhaps was more accustomed to waking either alone or with something 'prettier' at his side.
Sitting upright and sharing in the awkwardness of such a waking, Leto swallowed hard - her pride having been hurt without any pretense - and she turned her flushed cheeks away, blinking her eyes rapidly to rid herself of sleep...and the risk of tears.
An easy distraction for her was the sight of Eteon, smaller than a flea off in the distance down the stretch of beach, continuing to search for seagrasses to whet his appetite. Leto thanked the gods that he was a wise enough creature not to abandon them completely in the night and that he was well trained enough not to run like many mounts that had to be nearly chased to be caught. It would be quite a walk to him, though.
"So much for watching the sunrise..."
His voice brought her back around to glance at him, still feeling the sting of her initial thoughts but taking a deep breath of salt air seemed to help her find her voice again, creaky with sleep.
"I had a feeling we were not going to make it to sunrise," she murmured, offering a wan smile as if trying to rid herself of her own uncertainty and to keep her mood lifted. Then again, it was not unusual for her to wake with a certain sense of melancholy.
Leto started to rise to her feet, careful not to let the sand from the linen of her chiton dump all over the tired Lord and took a few steps away to shake it out, along with his himation. His next words caught her a bit off guard, but the unsteadiness of them spoke volumes.
"I know," she said, quietly, "But I am appreciative of it, my Lord. We would have both frozen to death otherwise."
Once the himation was free of most of the sand, she rolled it up using her forearms and offered it to him before glancing down the beach, then back.
"You can ride with me if you wish," she offered, tilting her head towards the wayward mount. "He is strong enough to carry two."
Leto managed to stifle a small gasp as Silanos' awoke and looked at her with widened eyes. His body stiffened and reflectively called sudden movements away, sitting up to relenquish his arm back to his hold. Her heart started pounding at the suddenness of his He seemed almost...frightened....
By the gods...how did she look??
Leto was far from being a self-conscious person regarding her looks, having accepted some time ago that her development into womanhood seemed to have missed a few vital steps, including the steps that allowed her to have feminine curves and spritely delicate features. Still, she imagined that someone like Lord Silanos perhaps was more accustomed to waking either alone or with something 'prettier' at his side.
Sitting upright and sharing in the awkwardness of such a waking, Leto swallowed hard - her pride having been hurt without any pretense - and she turned her flushed cheeks away, blinking her eyes rapidly to rid herself of sleep...and the risk of tears.
An easy distraction for her was the sight of Eteon, smaller than a flea off in the distance down the stretch of beach, continuing to search for seagrasses to whet his appetite. Leto thanked the gods that he was a wise enough creature not to abandon them completely in the night and that he was well trained enough not to run like many mounts that had to be nearly chased to be caught. It would be quite a walk to him, though.
"So much for watching the sunrise..."
His voice brought her back around to glance at him, still feeling the sting of her initial thoughts but taking a deep breath of salt air seemed to help her find her voice again, creaky with sleep.
"I had a feeling we were not going to make it to sunrise," she murmured, offering a wan smile as if trying to rid herself of her own uncertainty and to keep her mood lifted. Then again, it was not unusual for her to wake with a certain sense of melancholy.
Leto started to rise to her feet, careful not to let the sand from the linen of her chiton dump all over the tired Lord and took a few steps away to shake it out, along with his himation. His next words caught her a bit off guard, but the unsteadiness of them spoke volumes.
"I know," she said, quietly, "But I am appreciative of it, my Lord. We would have both frozen to death otherwise."
Once the himation was free of most of the sand, she rolled it up using her forearms and offered it to him before glancing down the beach, then back.
"You can ride with me if you wish," she offered, tilting her head towards the wayward mount. "He is strong enough to carry two."
Sil knew his reaction had been..not casual, the sideways sneak of his eyes enough to take in the girl’s flushed cheeks, the way she turned her face away. He set his teeth, all on edge at the idea that he might have cried out, made a fool of himself in so stupidly falling asleep beside her. He could hope that maybe the wine had been enough to send him into unconsciousness, but it didn’t really ring true, he had been pleasantly buzzed but not insensible. Not like he would usually try to be before he slept. So why…? He didn’t allow himself to just sleep next to someone. Even whores, whose opinion he hardly valued, were summarily dismissed from his bed when he’d found his end. So this waking was unusual in the extreme.
But when he prompted some conversation, it seemed the sun, even in its early morning pallor, had managed to burn away whatever ease they might have found in each other's company the hours before. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes, and her voice held as much reserve as it had the night before. It irritated Silanos for some reason, and so he tried again, a not-quite apology for their unorthodox sleeping arrangements in case that was what had upset her.
Her response told him little, and so Sil pushed up to his feet, stretching the kinks out, yawning and revelling in the almost unrecogniseable feeling of being well-rested. Blue eyes settled upon her face, the expression unreadable as the lord accepted back the himation, tossing it with little care to where the wineskin lay on the sand, and he was offhand in accepting her offer.
“Yeah, thanks. First I need a p..” He stopped himself just in time, giving a rueful shake of his head before he began backing away. “Uh. Just give me a minute yeah.”
Because he was damn sure his bladder wasn't going to wait any longer after he’d swallowed half the ocean and most of a wineskin before falling asleep, and Silanos ambled over the dunes a little before answering that particular call of nature. As he did so, he considered Leto’s strange mood, what it meant. What if he’d spoken in his sleep? Fuck knows what might have come out of his mouth The thought didn’t make him happy, and he looked almost fierce when he returned to the beach, having resolved that he was just going to ask her. Better than finding out later that she’d gone around telling people what a messed up idiot he was.
Bending to snatch up the himation and the wine skin, Sil was buckling the sword belt around his waist when he spoke. “So what’s the matter? You worried I’ll say something about this? I won’t.” he said, watching her face carefully. “It can be our secret, yeah?” Did she have something to talk about? He hated not knowing, but even that uncertainty wasn’t quite enough to take the shine off the fact that he’d managed what had to be five hours or so uninterrupted sleep. And part of him wanted to tell her,because it was a fucking miracle, but she was all cold and formal and so Sil swallowed it, felt his own walls forming again.
He turned to look down the beach towards where her horse could be seen pulling at the sparse, salty grass of the dunes. “Does he come to call or what? Because this beach is long, Leto and I'd like to get back to the city before I die of old age.” And then he bit his tongue because he wasn’’t positive but he thought she might be older than him, and women were fucking touchy about that shit. Sil shot her a sideways glance and began to wander down the beach, now resisting the urge to ask how many years she had. He stole surreptitious glances at her as they walked, because it wasn’t dark and he could actually see her now. Big eyes, a bit too far apart, they were angled a little.It made her look a bit exotic, he thought idly. But she was all long limbs like a grasshopper or something, and really tall. Funny beach girl.
“Will people have missed you?” he asked, remembering she’d said her brother was away, but thinking surely they had staff who would have noticed her gone. Or maybe they didn’t have servants. They were common born after all. What did he know? “We’re not likely to be met by a search party?”
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Sil knew his reaction had been..not casual, the sideways sneak of his eyes enough to take in the girl’s flushed cheeks, the way she turned her face away. He set his teeth, all on edge at the idea that he might have cried out, made a fool of himself in so stupidly falling asleep beside her. He could hope that maybe the wine had been enough to send him into unconsciousness, but it didn’t really ring true, he had been pleasantly buzzed but not insensible. Not like he would usually try to be before he slept. So why…? He didn’t allow himself to just sleep next to someone. Even whores, whose opinion he hardly valued, were summarily dismissed from his bed when he’d found his end. So this waking was unusual in the extreme.
But when he prompted some conversation, it seemed the sun, even in its early morning pallor, had managed to burn away whatever ease they might have found in each other's company the hours before. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes, and her voice held as much reserve as it had the night before. It irritated Silanos for some reason, and so he tried again, a not-quite apology for their unorthodox sleeping arrangements in case that was what had upset her.
Her response told him little, and so Sil pushed up to his feet, stretching the kinks out, yawning and revelling in the almost unrecogniseable feeling of being well-rested. Blue eyes settled upon her face, the expression unreadable as the lord accepted back the himation, tossing it with little care to where the wineskin lay on the sand, and he was offhand in accepting her offer.
“Yeah, thanks. First I need a p..” He stopped himself just in time, giving a rueful shake of his head before he began backing away. “Uh. Just give me a minute yeah.”
Because he was damn sure his bladder wasn't going to wait any longer after he’d swallowed half the ocean and most of a wineskin before falling asleep, and Silanos ambled over the dunes a little before answering that particular call of nature. As he did so, he considered Leto’s strange mood, what it meant. What if he’d spoken in his sleep? Fuck knows what might have come out of his mouth The thought didn’t make him happy, and he looked almost fierce when he returned to the beach, having resolved that he was just going to ask her. Better than finding out later that she’d gone around telling people what a messed up idiot he was.
Bending to snatch up the himation and the wine skin, Sil was buckling the sword belt around his waist when he spoke. “So what’s the matter? You worried I’ll say something about this? I won’t.” he said, watching her face carefully. “It can be our secret, yeah?” Did she have something to talk about? He hated not knowing, but even that uncertainty wasn’t quite enough to take the shine off the fact that he’d managed what had to be five hours or so uninterrupted sleep. And part of him wanted to tell her,because it was a fucking miracle, but she was all cold and formal and so Sil swallowed it, felt his own walls forming again.
He turned to look down the beach towards where her horse could be seen pulling at the sparse, salty grass of the dunes. “Does he come to call or what? Because this beach is long, Leto and I'd like to get back to the city before I die of old age.” And then he bit his tongue because he wasn’’t positive but he thought she might be older than him, and women were fucking touchy about that shit. Sil shot her a sideways glance and began to wander down the beach, now resisting the urge to ask how many years she had. He stole surreptitious glances at her as they walked, because it wasn’t dark and he could actually see her now. Big eyes, a bit too far apart, they were angled a little.It made her look a bit exotic, he thought idly. But she was all long limbs like a grasshopper or something, and really tall. Funny beach girl.
“Will people have missed you?” he asked, remembering she’d said her brother was away, but thinking surely they had staff who would have noticed her gone. Or maybe they didn’t have servants. They were common born after all. What did he know? “We’re not likely to be met by a search party?”
Sil knew his reaction had been..not casual, the sideways sneak of his eyes enough to take in the girl’s flushed cheeks, the way she turned her face away. He set his teeth, all on edge at the idea that he might have cried out, made a fool of himself in so stupidly falling asleep beside her. He could hope that maybe the wine had been enough to send him into unconsciousness, but it didn’t really ring true, he had been pleasantly buzzed but not insensible. Not like he would usually try to be before he slept. So why…? He didn’t allow himself to just sleep next to someone. Even whores, whose opinion he hardly valued, were summarily dismissed from his bed when he’d found his end. So this waking was unusual in the extreme.
But when he prompted some conversation, it seemed the sun, even in its early morning pallor, had managed to burn away whatever ease they might have found in each other's company the hours before. Her smile didn’t reach her eyes, and her voice held as much reserve as it had the night before. It irritated Silanos for some reason, and so he tried again, a not-quite apology for their unorthodox sleeping arrangements in case that was what had upset her.
Her response told him little, and so Sil pushed up to his feet, stretching the kinks out, yawning and revelling in the almost unrecogniseable feeling of being well-rested. Blue eyes settled upon her face, the expression unreadable as the lord accepted back the himation, tossing it with little care to where the wineskin lay on the sand, and he was offhand in accepting her offer.
“Yeah, thanks. First I need a p..” He stopped himself just in time, giving a rueful shake of his head before he began backing away. “Uh. Just give me a minute yeah.”
Because he was damn sure his bladder wasn't going to wait any longer after he’d swallowed half the ocean and most of a wineskin before falling asleep, and Silanos ambled over the dunes a little before answering that particular call of nature. As he did so, he considered Leto’s strange mood, what it meant. What if he’d spoken in his sleep? Fuck knows what might have come out of his mouth The thought didn’t make him happy, and he looked almost fierce when he returned to the beach, having resolved that he was just going to ask her. Better than finding out later that she’d gone around telling people what a messed up idiot he was.
Bending to snatch up the himation and the wine skin, Sil was buckling the sword belt around his waist when he spoke. “So what’s the matter? You worried I’ll say something about this? I won’t.” he said, watching her face carefully. “It can be our secret, yeah?” Did she have something to talk about? He hated not knowing, but even that uncertainty wasn’t quite enough to take the shine off the fact that he’d managed what had to be five hours or so uninterrupted sleep. And part of him wanted to tell her,because it was a fucking miracle, but she was all cold and formal and so Sil swallowed it, felt his own walls forming again.
He turned to look down the beach towards where her horse could be seen pulling at the sparse, salty grass of the dunes. “Does he come to call or what? Because this beach is long, Leto and I'd like to get back to the city before I die of old age.” And then he bit his tongue because he wasn’’t positive but he thought she might be older than him, and women were fucking touchy about that shit. Sil shot her a sideways glance and began to wander down the beach, now resisting the urge to ask how many years she had. He stole surreptitious glances at her as they walked, because it wasn’t dark and he could actually see her now. Big eyes, a bit too far apart, they were angled a little.It made her look a bit exotic, he thought idly. But she was all long limbs like a grasshopper or something, and really tall. Funny beach girl.
“Will people have missed you?” he asked, remembering she’d said her brother was away, but thinking surely they had staff who would have noticed her gone. Or maybe they didn’t have servants. They were common born after all. What did he know? “We’re not likely to be met by a search party?”
Leto had not realized that her mood had been made so apparent, unaware that without working her way into a practiced and reserved expression that her shift in demeanor was apparent on her face. When Silanos took a moment to relieve himself behind the dunes, Leto looked back down the strip of sand towards Eteon, who looked like a miniature painting of a horse off in the distance. Leto sighed a bit, with sleep having found her but the nature of the sleep being so distinctly different than what she was used to in her own bed, she found herself exceedingly exhausted.
Not wanting to trot off after the horse and abandon the young Lord behind a dune, Leto looked out at sea and then up to the sky. Most of the stars had faded in the morning light, but a few remained, clinging to the sky for dear life. Were those two stars the points on Cygnus' wings? Or was that his head?
Leto found herself more curious than usual as she glanced up, only looking back over her shoulder when she heard Silanos pick up the wineskin and the himation.
Blinking a moment at his question, Leto realized that he had noted the distinct change in her demeanor, and glanced aside before quickly responding, "It's not that. It's that...I am not used to rising so early before the sun, that's all."
It was an excuse, and a very thin one at that. Glancing up to see how well it stuck, Silanos' expression seemed to say he was not buying what she was selling. She bit her bottom lip slightly and then sighed, resorting to the truth, "I thought...I must have looked frightful with the way you started when you woke. It is nothing though. I'm not so vain or naive as to think anyone looks like a dew-laden bud when they wake....or for some, ever."
It was an attempt at a slightly deprecating jest, and she offered a slight smile at it to soften the words from hitting too deeply too early in the morning.
At his comment about the horse, Leto gestured for them to start walking as she spoke, "He does, but he seems a touch too far away. I do not think my voice will carry over the seabreeze to him, until we get a bit closer." Leto glanced up at him, sidelong, her nose flaring in a silent laugh at his commentary on dying of old age. "Something tells me I will die of old age before you. You're no more than 20, right?"
As they walked down the beach, she could feel his eyes glancing at her, and reciprocated in glances of her own, taking in his disheveled form. For a brief moment, he reminded her of the galant heroes in the stories, wandering on a beach at sunrise - so engrossed in their journey to appear so world worn and unkempt...yet striking at the same time. Leto immediately shook those thoughts from her mind, as if for fear that he could hear them.
"I hope not. My mother will be awake, perhaps, but...when we lived in Chaossis, I developed quite a talent for sneaking in through a window."
It was a tiny confession that added an oddly satisfied smirk to her features. She glanced sidelong at him a moment and added, "Unladylike, I know. But...life was easier then. No one cared as much about who I was or where I went. Midas has too many eyes and too many wagging tongues for my taste, I believe."
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Leto had not realized that her mood had been made so apparent, unaware that without working her way into a practiced and reserved expression that her shift in demeanor was apparent on her face. When Silanos took a moment to relieve himself behind the dunes, Leto looked back down the strip of sand towards Eteon, who looked like a miniature painting of a horse off in the distance. Leto sighed a bit, with sleep having found her but the nature of the sleep being so distinctly different than what she was used to in her own bed, she found herself exceedingly exhausted.
Not wanting to trot off after the horse and abandon the young Lord behind a dune, Leto looked out at sea and then up to the sky. Most of the stars had faded in the morning light, but a few remained, clinging to the sky for dear life. Were those two stars the points on Cygnus' wings? Or was that his head?
Leto found herself more curious than usual as she glanced up, only looking back over her shoulder when she heard Silanos pick up the wineskin and the himation.
Blinking a moment at his question, Leto realized that he had noted the distinct change in her demeanor, and glanced aside before quickly responding, "It's not that. It's that...I am not used to rising so early before the sun, that's all."
It was an excuse, and a very thin one at that. Glancing up to see how well it stuck, Silanos' expression seemed to say he was not buying what she was selling. She bit her bottom lip slightly and then sighed, resorting to the truth, "I thought...I must have looked frightful with the way you started when you woke. It is nothing though. I'm not so vain or naive as to think anyone looks like a dew-laden bud when they wake....or for some, ever."
It was an attempt at a slightly deprecating jest, and she offered a slight smile at it to soften the words from hitting too deeply too early in the morning.
At his comment about the horse, Leto gestured for them to start walking as she spoke, "He does, but he seems a touch too far away. I do not think my voice will carry over the seabreeze to him, until we get a bit closer." Leto glanced up at him, sidelong, her nose flaring in a silent laugh at his commentary on dying of old age. "Something tells me I will die of old age before you. You're no more than 20, right?"
As they walked down the beach, she could feel his eyes glancing at her, and reciprocated in glances of her own, taking in his disheveled form. For a brief moment, he reminded her of the galant heroes in the stories, wandering on a beach at sunrise - so engrossed in their journey to appear so world worn and unkempt...yet striking at the same time. Leto immediately shook those thoughts from her mind, as if for fear that he could hear them.
"I hope not. My mother will be awake, perhaps, but...when we lived in Chaossis, I developed quite a talent for sneaking in through a window."
It was a tiny confession that added an oddly satisfied smirk to her features. She glanced sidelong at him a moment and added, "Unladylike, I know. But...life was easier then. No one cared as much about who I was or where I went. Midas has too many eyes and too many wagging tongues for my taste, I believe."
Leto had not realized that her mood had been made so apparent, unaware that without working her way into a practiced and reserved expression that her shift in demeanor was apparent on her face. When Silanos took a moment to relieve himself behind the dunes, Leto looked back down the strip of sand towards Eteon, who looked like a miniature painting of a horse off in the distance. Leto sighed a bit, with sleep having found her but the nature of the sleep being so distinctly different than what she was used to in her own bed, she found herself exceedingly exhausted.
Not wanting to trot off after the horse and abandon the young Lord behind a dune, Leto looked out at sea and then up to the sky. Most of the stars had faded in the morning light, but a few remained, clinging to the sky for dear life. Were those two stars the points on Cygnus' wings? Or was that his head?
Leto found herself more curious than usual as she glanced up, only looking back over her shoulder when she heard Silanos pick up the wineskin and the himation.
Blinking a moment at his question, Leto realized that he had noted the distinct change in her demeanor, and glanced aside before quickly responding, "It's not that. It's that...I am not used to rising so early before the sun, that's all."
It was an excuse, and a very thin one at that. Glancing up to see how well it stuck, Silanos' expression seemed to say he was not buying what she was selling. She bit her bottom lip slightly and then sighed, resorting to the truth, "I thought...I must have looked frightful with the way you started when you woke. It is nothing though. I'm not so vain or naive as to think anyone looks like a dew-laden bud when they wake....or for some, ever."
It was an attempt at a slightly deprecating jest, and she offered a slight smile at it to soften the words from hitting too deeply too early in the morning.
At his comment about the horse, Leto gestured for them to start walking as she spoke, "He does, but he seems a touch too far away. I do not think my voice will carry over the seabreeze to him, until we get a bit closer." Leto glanced up at him, sidelong, her nose flaring in a silent laugh at his commentary on dying of old age. "Something tells me I will die of old age before you. You're no more than 20, right?"
As they walked down the beach, she could feel his eyes glancing at her, and reciprocated in glances of her own, taking in his disheveled form. For a brief moment, he reminded her of the galant heroes in the stories, wandering on a beach at sunrise - so engrossed in their journey to appear so world worn and unkempt...yet striking at the same time. Leto immediately shook those thoughts from her mind, as if for fear that he could hear them.
"I hope not. My mother will be awake, perhaps, but...when we lived in Chaossis, I developed quite a talent for sneaking in through a window."
It was a tiny confession that added an oddly satisfied smirk to her features. She glanced sidelong at him a moment and added, "Unladylike, I know. But...life was easier then. No one cared as much about who I was or where I went. Midas has too many eyes and too many wagging tongues for my taste, I believe."
There was the littlest lift of his eyebrows, a sceptical expression that called her out on the feeble excuse, and Silanos wasn’t surprised then, when Leto offered another reason, perhaps more truthful but no less nonsensical. He frowned at her like she was a little crazy “You look fine” he said, eyes taking an unashamed sweep over her from head to toe. “Its me. I..was disorientated that’s all. I don’t usually sleep so good, so it was a surprise that I had.” He’d turned away as he was talking, and hardly left pause before he threw out the question about Eteon, a neat diversion from the subject.
Of course she picked up on the age thing, and as Sil slanted his eyes towards her, narrowed against the early morning sunshine, he wondered at her words. “Couple of months more than twenty” he corrected, with a shrug as if it made a difference, trying to make a guess at how much older she might be. He didn’t care anyway, she was easy to be around.
Or at least she was here. It might be a different story back in civilisation. They didn’t exactly move in the same circles. But for now, it was a companionable silence that fell over them as they walked, and Sil smirked a little to himself when he caught her looking over at him, then turning away quickly as if scared he might notice. Gods, her brother must keep her on a short leash if she got so easily flustered, and the young Lord Valaoritis found himself trying to recall any interactions with the man. Timaeus wasn’t so keen on him because he was sniffing round their cousin Iolanthe, but Sil didn’t know if it was more than that. Not that it mattered, it wasn’t like he was going to be shouting about the fact that he and Leto run into each other like this. He’d already promised to keep it secret.
Which is what led to his next question, and her response had him smile widely, looking at her with a new kind of appreciation. He didn’t know many girls who’d climb through a window, though he’d done it more times than he could count. “Ahh,let ‘em talk” he offered in reply. “What else do they have to speak about. Whatever is this week’s gossip they will have forgotten by the next court session. I should know, I’m one of them”. And Silanos was not above causing a little scandal himself if the opportunity arose. It amused him to see people’s reactions, to watch them tie themselves in knots over things that really had little bearing on anything. After all, not one of them had a tomorrow promised. What was the point in worrying?
Still, his gaze flickered back over to Leto consideringly, as he realised that maybe it was a bit different for someone of her..station. Not noble, but not really a commoner either, straddling some strange middle ground. “You let me know if you think you’ve ever done something scandalous and I’ll be sure to do something worse to take the heat off.” he said flippantly, as if the idea didn’t bother him in the slightest. Still a little giddy with the fact that he’d caught a few hours good sleep, it was easy to be generous, and even made the fucking long ass trudge down the beach less of an annoyance. Maybe he needed to half drown more often before trying to sleep. Though then, Sil mused with another glance toward the woman next to him, he’d need to make sure he had a handy Leto nearby to not let him drown.
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There was the littlest lift of his eyebrows, a sceptical expression that called her out on the feeble excuse, and Silanos wasn’t surprised then, when Leto offered another reason, perhaps more truthful but no less nonsensical. He frowned at her like she was a little crazy “You look fine” he said, eyes taking an unashamed sweep over her from head to toe. “Its me. I..was disorientated that’s all. I don’t usually sleep so good, so it was a surprise that I had.” He’d turned away as he was talking, and hardly left pause before he threw out the question about Eteon, a neat diversion from the subject.
Of course she picked up on the age thing, and as Sil slanted his eyes towards her, narrowed against the early morning sunshine, he wondered at her words. “Couple of months more than twenty” he corrected, with a shrug as if it made a difference, trying to make a guess at how much older she might be. He didn’t care anyway, she was easy to be around.
Or at least she was here. It might be a different story back in civilisation. They didn’t exactly move in the same circles. But for now, it was a companionable silence that fell over them as they walked, and Sil smirked a little to himself when he caught her looking over at him, then turning away quickly as if scared he might notice. Gods, her brother must keep her on a short leash if she got so easily flustered, and the young Lord Valaoritis found himself trying to recall any interactions with the man. Timaeus wasn’t so keen on him because he was sniffing round their cousin Iolanthe, but Sil didn’t know if it was more than that. Not that it mattered, it wasn’t like he was going to be shouting about the fact that he and Leto run into each other like this. He’d already promised to keep it secret.
Which is what led to his next question, and her response had him smile widely, looking at her with a new kind of appreciation. He didn’t know many girls who’d climb through a window, though he’d done it more times than he could count. “Ahh,let ‘em talk” he offered in reply. “What else do they have to speak about. Whatever is this week’s gossip they will have forgotten by the next court session. I should know, I’m one of them”. And Silanos was not above causing a little scandal himself if the opportunity arose. It amused him to see people’s reactions, to watch them tie themselves in knots over things that really had little bearing on anything. After all, not one of them had a tomorrow promised. What was the point in worrying?
Still, his gaze flickered back over to Leto consideringly, as he realised that maybe it was a bit different for someone of her..station. Not noble, but not really a commoner either, straddling some strange middle ground. “You let me know if you think you’ve ever done something scandalous and I’ll be sure to do something worse to take the heat off.” he said flippantly, as if the idea didn’t bother him in the slightest. Still a little giddy with the fact that he’d caught a few hours good sleep, it was easy to be generous, and even made the fucking long ass trudge down the beach less of an annoyance. Maybe he needed to half drown more often before trying to sleep. Though then, Sil mused with another glance toward the woman next to him, he’d need to make sure he had a handy Leto nearby to not let him drown.
There was the littlest lift of his eyebrows, a sceptical expression that called her out on the feeble excuse, and Silanos wasn’t surprised then, when Leto offered another reason, perhaps more truthful but no less nonsensical. He frowned at her like she was a little crazy “You look fine” he said, eyes taking an unashamed sweep over her from head to toe. “Its me. I..was disorientated that’s all. I don’t usually sleep so good, so it was a surprise that I had.” He’d turned away as he was talking, and hardly left pause before he threw out the question about Eteon, a neat diversion from the subject.
Of course she picked up on the age thing, and as Sil slanted his eyes towards her, narrowed against the early morning sunshine, he wondered at her words. “Couple of months more than twenty” he corrected, with a shrug as if it made a difference, trying to make a guess at how much older she might be. He didn’t care anyway, she was easy to be around.
Or at least she was here. It might be a different story back in civilisation. They didn’t exactly move in the same circles. But for now, it was a companionable silence that fell over them as they walked, and Sil smirked a little to himself when he caught her looking over at him, then turning away quickly as if scared he might notice. Gods, her brother must keep her on a short leash if she got so easily flustered, and the young Lord Valaoritis found himself trying to recall any interactions with the man. Timaeus wasn’t so keen on him because he was sniffing round their cousin Iolanthe, but Sil didn’t know if it was more than that. Not that it mattered, it wasn’t like he was going to be shouting about the fact that he and Leto run into each other like this. He’d already promised to keep it secret.
Which is what led to his next question, and her response had him smile widely, looking at her with a new kind of appreciation. He didn’t know many girls who’d climb through a window, though he’d done it more times than he could count. “Ahh,let ‘em talk” he offered in reply. “What else do they have to speak about. Whatever is this week’s gossip they will have forgotten by the next court session. I should know, I’m one of them”. And Silanos was not above causing a little scandal himself if the opportunity arose. It amused him to see people’s reactions, to watch them tie themselves in knots over things that really had little bearing on anything. After all, not one of them had a tomorrow promised. What was the point in worrying?
Still, his gaze flickered back over to Leto consideringly, as he realised that maybe it was a bit different for someone of her..station. Not noble, but not really a commoner either, straddling some strange middle ground. “You let me know if you think you’ve ever done something scandalous and I’ll be sure to do something worse to take the heat off.” he said flippantly, as if the idea didn’t bother him in the slightest. Still a little giddy with the fact that he’d caught a few hours good sleep, it was easy to be generous, and even made the fucking long ass trudge down the beach less of an annoyance. Maybe he needed to half drown more often before trying to sleep. Though then, Sil mused with another glance toward the woman next to him, he’d need to make sure he had a handy Leto nearby to not let him drown.
Leto was more than happy to flick away her own insecurities as soon as he offered his own reasoning for his reaction. If it were true, it was a significant relief to her initial thoughts. All her life, she knew that she was not an exceptional beauty - something that seemed to be a capital crime in a lady of society, since that is what she had become now, in some sense. It was easier in Chaossis to make up for it with knowledge, wit, and a sharp tongue. If you could not be the prettiest in the room, you could at least be the smartest.
It was not as easy in Midas, where her brother's station made her more visible. Leto felt uneasy with eyes on her and knowing that she had limitations to her tongue in certain company. Lady Iolanthe had assisted her with updating her appearance through chitons, hairpins, and cosmetics, but there would always be that slight unease to her, she believed.
On top of that, with the added element of his confirmed youth, Leto offered a slight sigh, which she attempted to hide behind a breath of a laugh at the difference a few months made in matters. "Ah, me too. Well, more like a few dozen months past twenty.." - six dozen months, to be exact - "but, that's no matter."
As she spoke the last words, she waved a hand as if to wipe away the thought of ages and all. It still felt strange that she was 26 years of age when many days she still felt as if she were a decade younger. Time slipped away in the bustle of the city life, despite the distance she found from it. Partly it was of Magnus' doing, but as for the rest....well, she felt as if she still lived a false life in some cases.
In Chaossis, she knew exactly who she was - the daughter of the two most renowned swordsmiths in the region, the sister of Magnus- that smart young man who made his way to the big city, doing grand city things. Leto was the girl who knew as much about swords as she did about stories, able to spar with the young people her age with blades and with her tongue. It did not matter that she was too odd to be plain or too smart to be funny. Among the others, she felt like a strand in a weave - fitting into place and secure.
As for here, she still did not know who she was in the grand picture of it all - despite the years that had passed.
This, though, as she walked alongside the young lord, was the most comfortable she had felt in some time, outside of being within her home with her parents and Magnus, and the most recent outings with Lady Iolanthe. It was almost strange how at ease it was - it felt wrong in that it felt all right.
Catching herself musing on it, Silanos caught her attention again with his words, raising her eyes at the notion that she should let the people of Midas think and say what they wished. Just as she was about to cut in and remind him that his brother was not the Master Informer, she stopped just shy of saying it at his claim to being a subject of gossip.
A defined brow flicked up at his offer to do something more outrageous than whatever her folly, before another quiet laugh escaped her in a puff of breath.
"Alright, it's a deal," she said, choosing to take the path of going along with the jest instead of objecting with the sheer facts of her station and family. It was markedly easier to do so, and she found herself not fighting it when her lips pressed together into a smile.
A whinny pealed across the crashing of the waves and the whirl of the wind as Eteon noticed their approach and bounced into a canter towards them, his loose reins flying in the wind behind him and occasionally flicking across his bare back, causing him to toss his head. He was quite a sight to see running towards them and slowing to trot a slight circle right before them. It would be pleasant to think that he did this out of immaculate training and care at her hands, but Leto was more than aware of this behavior - it was a distinct demand for breakfast.
The thought of that sent a slight rumble to her own stomach, and she laughed at it before she raised her hands, offering slight comforting murmurs to him until the reins were bundled into her hands as she looked to Silanos.
"My Lord," she teased, dipping into a curtsey that was more tease than formality, as seen by the slight smile that had not quite faded from her lips. Her eyes crinkled slightly as she teasingly offered, "Need a leg up?"
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Leto was more than happy to flick away her own insecurities as soon as he offered his own reasoning for his reaction. If it were true, it was a significant relief to her initial thoughts. All her life, she knew that she was not an exceptional beauty - something that seemed to be a capital crime in a lady of society, since that is what she had become now, in some sense. It was easier in Chaossis to make up for it with knowledge, wit, and a sharp tongue. If you could not be the prettiest in the room, you could at least be the smartest.
It was not as easy in Midas, where her brother's station made her more visible. Leto felt uneasy with eyes on her and knowing that she had limitations to her tongue in certain company. Lady Iolanthe had assisted her with updating her appearance through chitons, hairpins, and cosmetics, but there would always be that slight unease to her, she believed.
On top of that, with the added element of his confirmed youth, Leto offered a slight sigh, which she attempted to hide behind a breath of a laugh at the difference a few months made in matters. "Ah, me too. Well, more like a few dozen months past twenty.." - six dozen months, to be exact - "but, that's no matter."
As she spoke the last words, she waved a hand as if to wipe away the thought of ages and all. It still felt strange that she was 26 years of age when many days she still felt as if she were a decade younger. Time slipped away in the bustle of the city life, despite the distance she found from it. Partly it was of Magnus' doing, but as for the rest....well, she felt as if she still lived a false life in some cases.
In Chaossis, she knew exactly who she was - the daughter of the two most renowned swordsmiths in the region, the sister of Magnus- that smart young man who made his way to the big city, doing grand city things. Leto was the girl who knew as much about swords as she did about stories, able to spar with the young people her age with blades and with her tongue. It did not matter that she was too odd to be plain or too smart to be funny. Among the others, she felt like a strand in a weave - fitting into place and secure.
As for here, she still did not know who she was in the grand picture of it all - despite the years that had passed.
This, though, as she walked alongside the young lord, was the most comfortable she had felt in some time, outside of being within her home with her parents and Magnus, and the most recent outings with Lady Iolanthe. It was almost strange how at ease it was - it felt wrong in that it felt all right.
Catching herself musing on it, Silanos caught her attention again with his words, raising her eyes at the notion that she should let the people of Midas think and say what they wished. Just as she was about to cut in and remind him that his brother was not the Master Informer, she stopped just shy of saying it at his claim to being a subject of gossip.
A defined brow flicked up at his offer to do something more outrageous than whatever her folly, before another quiet laugh escaped her in a puff of breath.
"Alright, it's a deal," she said, choosing to take the path of going along with the jest instead of objecting with the sheer facts of her station and family. It was markedly easier to do so, and she found herself not fighting it when her lips pressed together into a smile.
A whinny pealed across the crashing of the waves and the whirl of the wind as Eteon noticed their approach and bounced into a canter towards them, his loose reins flying in the wind behind him and occasionally flicking across his bare back, causing him to toss his head. He was quite a sight to see running towards them and slowing to trot a slight circle right before them. It would be pleasant to think that he did this out of immaculate training and care at her hands, but Leto was more than aware of this behavior - it was a distinct demand for breakfast.
The thought of that sent a slight rumble to her own stomach, and she laughed at it before she raised her hands, offering slight comforting murmurs to him until the reins were bundled into her hands as she looked to Silanos.
"My Lord," she teased, dipping into a curtsey that was more tease than formality, as seen by the slight smile that had not quite faded from her lips. Her eyes crinkled slightly as she teasingly offered, "Need a leg up?"
Leto was more than happy to flick away her own insecurities as soon as he offered his own reasoning for his reaction. If it were true, it was a significant relief to her initial thoughts. All her life, she knew that she was not an exceptional beauty - something that seemed to be a capital crime in a lady of society, since that is what she had become now, in some sense. It was easier in Chaossis to make up for it with knowledge, wit, and a sharp tongue. If you could not be the prettiest in the room, you could at least be the smartest.
It was not as easy in Midas, where her brother's station made her more visible. Leto felt uneasy with eyes on her and knowing that she had limitations to her tongue in certain company. Lady Iolanthe had assisted her with updating her appearance through chitons, hairpins, and cosmetics, but there would always be that slight unease to her, she believed.
On top of that, with the added element of his confirmed youth, Leto offered a slight sigh, which she attempted to hide behind a breath of a laugh at the difference a few months made in matters. "Ah, me too. Well, more like a few dozen months past twenty.." - six dozen months, to be exact - "but, that's no matter."
As she spoke the last words, she waved a hand as if to wipe away the thought of ages and all. It still felt strange that she was 26 years of age when many days she still felt as if she were a decade younger. Time slipped away in the bustle of the city life, despite the distance she found from it. Partly it was of Magnus' doing, but as for the rest....well, she felt as if she still lived a false life in some cases.
In Chaossis, she knew exactly who she was - the daughter of the two most renowned swordsmiths in the region, the sister of Magnus- that smart young man who made his way to the big city, doing grand city things. Leto was the girl who knew as much about swords as she did about stories, able to spar with the young people her age with blades and with her tongue. It did not matter that she was too odd to be plain or too smart to be funny. Among the others, she felt like a strand in a weave - fitting into place and secure.
As for here, she still did not know who she was in the grand picture of it all - despite the years that had passed.
This, though, as she walked alongside the young lord, was the most comfortable she had felt in some time, outside of being within her home with her parents and Magnus, and the most recent outings with Lady Iolanthe. It was almost strange how at ease it was - it felt wrong in that it felt all right.
Catching herself musing on it, Silanos caught her attention again with his words, raising her eyes at the notion that she should let the people of Midas think and say what they wished. Just as she was about to cut in and remind him that his brother was not the Master Informer, she stopped just shy of saying it at his claim to being a subject of gossip.
A defined brow flicked up at his offer to do something more outrageous than whatever her folly, before another quiet laugh escaped her in a puff of breath.
"Alright, it's a deal," she said, choosing to take the path of going along with the jest instead of objecting with the sheer facts of her station and family. It was markedly easier to do so, and she found herself not fighting it when her lips pressed together into a smile.
A whinny pealed across the crashing of the waves and the whirl of the wind as Eteon noticed their approach and bounced into a canter towards them, his loose reins flying in the wind behind him and occasionally flicking across his bare back, causing him to toss his head. He was quite a sight to see running towards them and slowing to trot a slight circle right before them. It would be pleasant to think that he did this out of immaculate training and care at her hands, but Leto was more than aware of this behavior - it was a distinct demand for breakfast.
The thought of that sent a slight rumble to her own stomach, and she laughed at it before she raised her hands, offering slight comforting murmurs to him until the reins were bundled into her hands as she looked to Silanos.
"My Lord," she teased, dipping into a curtsey that was more tease than formality, as seen by the slight smile that had not quite faded from her lips. Her eyes crinkled slightly as she teasingly offered, "Need a leg up?"
He didn’t fall into the trap of pressing her about her years. Really he didn’t care, it was more the idea that she might be bothered that had him guarded about the subject.
If he had known her thoughts, he might have been able to admit that perhaps they had something else in common too. Silanos had only just returned to Colchis after years away, and he was finding it more difficult than he had anticipated finding his feet again.
Leaving as soon after Nicomedes death as he had, it was strange coming back to places that were so familiar and yet felt entirely alien without him there. And Timaeus as baron, the pressures had reformed his brother into someone he didn’t feel he knew anymore, and he could feel so keenly the threat of responsibility that was not meant to be his, that was never supposed to touch him.
He had not asked his brother yet, but the younger Valaoritis had noticed the changes in their mother too, how absent minded she was, the threads of conversation that she lost, and it shocked him, terrified him that they might be losing her too. So whilst Sil might have appeared to be so much more at home amongst those Midas folk that Leto struggled with, he was still trying to find his place too.
Perhaps it was the subconscious recognition of a kindred spirit that lent such an air of ease to their interaction, a comfort that remained as they wandered the distance down the sands.The soft pinks of the dawn were bleeding in lavender and then pale blue, the promise of a cloudless day. Sil looked past Leto, out across the water, wondered what he might actually do with the day, now he didn’t feel like he was walking through it asleep.
He paused when her horse came charging toward them, eyeing it a little warily as seemed wise when a half ton animal was running toward you at speed. Leto had soon taken hold of the reins though, and Silanos spared her a scathing look as she turned and offered him a leg up. “Ha” he muttered dryly, before he vaulted up on the horse’s back, silently breathing a sigh of relief that he hadn’t overshot and slid right over the other side before he looked down at her a little smugly. “Do you need to me to haul you up here then?” The Lord extended his hand down toward her, and whilst he was gentler than hauling he did give her some help in getting settled behind him. And Silanos grinned at the tentative hold she took around his waist. “Should I have let you steer?” he said over his shoulder. “Sorry. Rude of me.” Actually, he thought she might have been even more uncomfortable with his arms around her, his front pressed against her back, and for some reason, he didn't want her to be.
They chatted a little, idle conversation as they rode the distance back towards the city, and Silanos found the quiet moments as easy as the louder ones, didn't feel the need to fill the silence with wit or snark as he might usually have done. She was much less demanding than some of the nitwits he found himself in conversation with at court, and it was strangely relieving. Maybe it was because she was older, or the fact that her lot in life made him feel like he didn't need to impress? Either way, it made for an easy journey back to the city outskirts, where Sil pulled the horse to a halt and then realised it made for a rather awkward exit strategy swinging his leg up and over the creatures neck, before he landed with both feet upon the cobbles and his back toward Leto. “Let's not give the gossip mongers a story so early in the day,” he said, explaining his choice to part ways at the very edge of town. He looked up at her, a quiet, amused sort of smile upon his face before he offered a low bow.
“Well then, Leto of Chaossis. I take my leave of you. It has been..oddly more pleasant than I would have anticipated, near death excluded.I daresay I’ll see you around” And he winked -winked!-, at her, before giving Eteon a slap on the rump and sauntering off towards the upper levels, an insolent wave lifted over his shoulder without actually turning to look. It had been an unorthodox meeting to be sure, but it seemed as though Silanos of Valaoritis was not much concerned. If he was ever concerned, that was.
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He didn’t fall into the trap of pressing her about her years. Really he didn’t care, it was more the idea that she might be bothered that had him guarded about the subject.
If he had known her thoughts, he might have been able to admit that perhaps they had something else in common too. Silanos had only just returned to Colchis after years away, and he was finding it more difficult than he had anticipated finding his feet again.
Leaving as soon after Nicomedes death as he had, it was strange coming back to places that were so familiar and yet felt entirely alien without him there. And Timaeus as baron, the pressures had reformed his brother into someone he didn’t feel he knew anymore, and he could feel so keenly the threat of responsibility that was not meant to be his, that was never supposed to touch him.
He had not asked his brother yet, but the younger Valaoritis had noticed the changes in their mother too, how absent minded she was, the threads of conversation that she lost, and it shocked him, terrified him that they might be losing her too. So whilst Sil might have appeared to be so much more at home amongst those Midas folk that Leto struggled with, he was still trying to find his place too.
Perhaps it was the subconscious recognition of a kindred spirit that lent such an air of ease to their interaction, a comfort that remained as they wandered the distance down the sands.The soft pinks of the dawn were bleeding in lavender and then pale blue, the promise of a cloudless day. Sil looked past Leto, out across the water, wondered what he might actually do with the day, now he didn’t feel like he was walking through it asleep.
He paused when her horse came charging toward them, eyeing it a little warily as seemed wise when a half ton animal was running toward you at speed. Leto had soon taken hold of the reins though, and Silanos spared her a scathing look as she turned and offered him a leg up. “Ha” he muttered dryly, before he vaulted up on the horse’s back, silently breathing a sigh of relief that he hadn’t overshot and slid right over the other side before he looked down at her a little smugly. “Do you need to me to haul you up here then?” The Lord extended his hand down toward her, and whilst he was gentler than hauling he did give her some help in getting settled behind him. And Silanos grinned at the tentative hold she took around his waist. “Should I have let you steer?” he said over his shoulder. “Sorry. Rude of me.” Actually, he thought she might have been even more uncomfortable with his arms around her, his front pressed against her back, and for some reason, he didn't want her to be.
They chatted a little, idle conversation as they rode the distance back towards the city, and Silanos found the quiet moments as easy as the louder ones, didn't feel the need to fill the silence with wit or snark as he might usually have done. She was much less demanding than some of the nitwits he found himself in conversation with at court, and it was strangely relieving. Maybe it was because she was older, or the fact that her lot in life made him feel like he didn't need to impress? Either way, it made for an easy journey back to the city outskirts, where Sil pulled the horse to a halt and then realised it made for a rather awkward exit strategy swinging his leg up and over the creatures neck, before he landed with both feet upon the cobbles and his back toward Leto. “Let's not give the gossip mongers a story so early in the day,” he said, explaining his choice to part ways at the very edge of town. He looked up at her, a quiet, amused sort of smile upon his face before he offered a low bow.
“Well then, Leto of Chaossis. I take my leave of you. It has been..oddly more pleasant than I would have anticipated, near death excluded.I daresay I’ll see you around” And he winked -winked!-, at her, before giving Eteon a slap on the rump and sauntering off towards the upper levels, an insolent wave lifted over his shoulder without actually turning to look. It had been an unorthodox meeting to be sure, but it seemed as though Silanos of Valaoritis was not much concerned. If he was ever concerned, that was.
He didn’t fall into the trap of pressing her about her years. Really he didn’t care, it was more the idea that she might be bothered that had him guarded about the subject.
If he had known her thoughts, he might have been able to admit that perhaps they had something else in common too. Silanos had only just returned to Colchis after years away, and he was finding it more difficult than he had anticipated finding his feet again.
Leaving as soon after Nicomedes death as he had, it was strange coming back to places that were so familiar and yet felt entirely alien without him there. And Timaeus as baron, the pressures had reformed his brother into someone he didn’t feel he knew anymore, and he could feel so keenly the threat of responsibility that was not meant to be his, that was never supposed to touch him.
He had not asked his brother yet, but the younger Valaoritis had noticed the changes in their mother too, how absent minded she was, the threads of conversation that she lost, and it shocked him, terrified him that they might be losing her too. So whilst Sil might have appeared to be so much more at home amongst those Midas folk that Leto struggled with, he was still trying to find his place too.
Perhaps it was the subconscious recognition of a kindred spirit that lent such an air of ease to their interaction, a comfort that remained as they wandered the distance down the sands.The soft pinks of the dawn were bleeding in lavender and then pale blue, the promise of a cloudless day. Sil looked past Leto, out across the water, wondered what he might actually do with the day, now he didn’t feel like he was walking through it asleep.
He paused when her horse came charging toward them, eyeing it a little warily as seemed wise when a half ton animal was running toward you at speed. Leto had soon taken hold of the reins though, and Silanos spared her a scathing look as she turned and offered him a leg up. “Ha” he muttered dryly, before he vaulted up on the horse’s back, silently breathing a sigh of relief that he hadn’t overshot and slid right over the other side before he looked down at her a little smugly. “Do you need to me to haul you up here then?” The Lord extended his hand down toward her, and whilst he was gentler than hauling he did give her some help in getting settled behind him. And Silanos grinned at the tentative hold she took around his waist. “Should I have let you steer?” he said over his shoulder. “Sorry. Rude of me.” Actually, he thought she might have been even more uncomfortable with his arms around her, his front pressed against her back, and for some reason, he didn't want her to be.
They chatted a little, idle conversation as they rode the distance back towards the city, and Silanos found the quiet moments as easy as the louder ones, didn't feel the need to fill the silence with wit or snark as he might usually have done. She was much less demanding than some of the nitwits he found himself in conversation with at court, and it was strangely relieving. Maybe it was because she was older, or the fact that her lot in life made him feel like he didn't need to impress? Either way, it made for an easy journey back to the city outskirts, where Sil pulled the horse to a halt and then realised it made for a rather awkward exit strategy swinging his leg up and over the creatures neck, before he landed with both feet upon the cobbles and his back toward Leto. “Let's not give the gossip mongers a story so early in the day,” he said, explaining his choice to part ways at the very edge of town. He looked up at her, a quiet, amused sort of smile upon his face before he offered a low bow.
“Well then, Leto of Chaossis. I take my leave of you. It has been..oddly more pleasant than I would have anticipated, near death excluded.I daresay I’ll see you around” And he winked -winked!-, at her, before giving Eteon a slap on the rump and sauntering off towards the upper levels, an insolent wave lifted over his shoulder without actually turning to look. It had been an unorthodox meeting to be sure, but it seemed as though Silanos of Valaoritis was not much concerned. If he was ever concerned, that was.