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There was something succulent about the spray of salt water as it cracked against the Taengean shoreline. The white froth bubbling with elation as the current swept the water out only to push it back once more. Overhead the birds were careening through the air, boastfully declaring their enjoyment of their morning flight. It was the kind of quiet that Imma adored. A natural quiet. Devoid of people and contraptions and congestion. The only man made sound was of her own design. The subtle whip of fabric as it fluttered with the passing breeze and the content flow of her breathing. It was a nice moment she could enjoy for herself, one that she was quite certain would have raised a few eyebrows. Well her mother’s at the very least and certainly Nana’s if she saw the state of her chiton.
The pale lavender fabric was soaked from her knees down. The lower portion a momentarily living body that floated across the water. Light enough that it created a pool of pale purple about her calves. Moving carefully along the rock tops she took her time to keep her balance. Probing her cheek with the tip of her tongue as her concentration was at its apex. Feeling about with her bare toes until she felt the long pointed edges of the shell she was looking for. Once she got a feel for where one was she’d carefully reposition herself, squat down, reach into the water, and pluck the snail off the rock. That is assuming there would still be a snail inside. Every once in awhile the shells were empty already.
Holding up the outer layer of her chiton in front of herself as a makeshift net she would drop the snail or its empty home into the fabric. Thus far she had about five of them, which would make for at least a single paintings worth of purple paint. The murex weren’t exactly the easiest little buggers to find, but it was a whole lot easier for her to go out and look for them than it was for her to buy the ground powder. Everyone wanted it for dye for fabric, which was all fine and good, but she wanted it for painting. By the time one found Murex it was usually already bottled in a dye, which was absolutely useless to her. Vendors insisted on charging astronomically more for the powder before it was made into a dye, simply because it was not diluted. They seemed to think she had some ulterior motive, as if she might start her own dye business and steal their clientele.
Even if it wasn’t an outrageously expensive venture she would have still gone out in search of snails or their shells. It was relaxing for her and it gave her the opportunity to think without really being disturbed. In a home with as many girls as hers had, that was a relatively rare and unlikely thing. With another snail added to her collection she continued on her way. Carefully placing her feet as not to accidentally step on one of the snails and end up hurting herself. The last thing she needed was to impale her foot on those spines. They were every bit as sharp as any needle or pin, only a good deal wider. Wading through the water she used her toes to push about the surface of the rocks, looking for her next victim.
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There was something succulent about the spray of salt water as it cracked against the Taengean shoreline. The white froth bubbling with elation as the current swept the water out only to push it back once more. Overhead the birds were careening through the air, boastfully declaring their enjoyment of their morning flight. It was the kind of quiet that Imma adored. A natural quiet. Devoid of people and contraptions and congestion. The only man made sound was of her own design. The subtle whip of fabric as it fluttered with the passing breeze and the content flow of her breathing. It was a nice moment she could enjoy for herself, one that she was quite certain would have raised a few eyebrows. Well her mother’s at the very least and certainly Nana’s if she saw the state of her chiton.
The pale lavender fabric was soaked from her knees down. The lower portion a momentarily living body that floated across the water. Light enough that it created a pool of pale purple about her calves. Moving carefully along the rock tops she took her time to keep her balance. Probing her cheek with the tip of her tongue as her concentration was at its apex. Feeling about with her bare toes until she felt the long pointed edges of the shell she was looking for. Once she got a feel for where one was she’d carefully reposition herself, squat down, reach into the water, and pluck the snail off the rock. That is assuming there would still be a snail inside. Every once in awhile the shells were empty already.
Holding up the outer layer of her chiton in front of herself as a makeshift net she would drop the snail or its empty home into the fabric. Thus far she had about five of them, which would make for at least a single paintings worth of purple paint. The murex weren’t exactly the easiest little buggers to find, but it was a whole lot easier for her to go out and look for them than it was for her to buy the ground powder. Everyone wanted it for dye for fabric, which was all fine and good, but she wanted it for painting. By the time one found Murex it was usually already bottled in a dye, which was absolutely useless to her. Vendors insisted on charging astronomically more for the powder before it was made into a dye, simply because it was not diluted. They seemed to think she had some ulterior motive, as if she might start her own dye business and steal their clientele.
Even if it wasn’t an outrageously expensive venture she would have still gone out in search of snails or their shells. It was relaxing for her and it gave her the opportunity to think without really being disturbed. In a home with as many girls as hers had, that was a relatively rare and unlikely thing. With another snail added to her collection she continued on her way. Carefully placing her feet as not to accidentally step on one of the snails and end up hurting herself. The last thing she needed was to impale her foot on those spines. They were every bit as sharp as any needle or pin, only a good deal wider. Wading through the water she used her toes to push about the surface of the rocks, looking for her next victim.
There was something succulent about the spray of salt water as it cracked against the Taengean shoreline. The white froth bubbling with elation as the current swept the water out only to push it back once more. Overhead the birds were careening through the air, boastfully declaring their enjoyment of their morning flight. It was the kind of quiet that Imma adored. A natural quiet. Devoid of people and contraptions and congestion. The only man made sound was of her own design. The subtle whip of fabric as it fluttered with the passing breeze and the content flow of her breathing. It was a nice moment she could enjoy for herself, one that she was quite certain would have raised a few eyebrows. Well her mother’s at the very least and certainly Nana’s if she saw the state of her chiton.
The pale lavender fabric was soaked from her knees down. The lower portion a momentarily living body that floated across the water. Light enough that it created a pool of pale purple about her calves. Moving carefully along the rock tops she took her time to keep her balance. Probing her cheek with the tip of her tongue as her concentration was at its apex. Feeling about with her bare toes until she felt the long pointed edges of the shell she was looking for. Once she got a feel for where one was she’d carefully reposition herself, squat down, reach into the water, and pluck the snail off the rock. That is assuming there would still be a snail inside. Every once in awhile the shells were empty already.
Holding up the outer layer of her chiton in front of herself as a makeshift net she would drop the snail or its empty home into the fabric. Thus far she had about five of them, which would make for at least a single paintings worth of purple paint. The murex weren’t exactly the easiest little buggers to find, but it was a whole lot easier for her to go out and look for them than it was for her to buy the ground powder. Everyone wanted it for dye for fabric, which was all fine and good, but she wanted it for painting. By the time one found Murex it was usually already bottled in a dye, which was absolutely useless to her. Vendors insisted on charging astronomically more for the powder before it was made into a dye, simply because it was not diluted. They seemed to think she had some ulterior motive, as if she might start her own dye business and steal their clientele.
Even if it wasn’t an outrageously expensive venture she would have still gone out in search of snails or their shells. It was relaxing for her and it gave her the opportunity to think without really being disturbed. In a home with as many girls as hers had, that was a relatively rare and unlikely thing. With another snail added to her collection she continued on her way. Carefully placing her feet as not to accidentally step on one of the snails and end up hurting herself. The last thing she needed was to impale her foot on those spines. They were every bit as sharp as any needle or pin, only a good deal wider. Wading through the water she used her toes to push about the surface of the rocks, looking for her next victim.
Achilleas had been for a swim. It was not often that he had the time to steal away from duty long enough to do so, but with the wedding drawing nearer and still having no House or Barony duties to attend to, the lord had decided everything else could sort itself out for a little while. His Mother’s presence in Vasiliadon was proving more troublesome that he had anticipated, and if he were asked one single question more about what pastries he preferred or which of the many wines that had been brought in he thought was better, he might explode. So he had kissed Myrto on the brow and told he trusted her implicitly, before fleeing to the stables and making for the beach before anyone paid heed to his plans. It felt deliciously irresponsible, and therefore alien to the lord who was so used to doing precisely what was expected of him.
With his horse tethered in a small patch of shade thrown off by the rocks, Achilleas had wasted no time in stripping off and stepping into the surf, the water a pleasant contrast to the sticky heat of the day. Strong strokes had carried him out into the deeper blue of the Aegean, until he had begun to feel the pull in his muscles and had returned to shore, pulling shirt and pants over still damp skin. He sat on the sand, barefoot and hair curling damply at his neck, uncharastically reluctant to return to the matters which demanded his attention.
He would bring Theodora out here, he decided, when she was free to break away from the wedding preparations that had swallowed her whole. It had been days since he had seen her alone, and it felt all the more tiresome after those brief moments of freedom they had stolen in the past weeks. The wedding could not come soon enough, the lord keen to grasp what time they could before he were mired in talk of war and things shifted out of his control.
Stretching out, he tilted his head back, intending to enjoy just a few moments of the sun upon his skin before he dragged himself back to the manor and all the fussing that was no doubt still going on there. But before he could close his eyes against the brightness, movement in his field of vision stopped him, and Achilleas turned a curious gaze upon the young woman who wandered through the surf.
It took him but a second to recognise the youngest of Theodora’s sisters and Achilleas looked on bemusedly as Imma hopped her way across the beach, bending every so often to retrieve something from the water. With a faint smile upon his lips, the lord Mikaelidas pushed to his feet, gave a wave to the girl to catch her attention before he called out, so as not to startle.
He ambled down the sand towards the blonde, head cocked to the side and a questioning expression on his features when he drew near enough to speak. “An unexpected place to come across you, Lady Imma. And you have stirred my curiosity. What is that you do?”
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Achilleas had been for a swim. It was not often that he had the time to steal away from duty long enough to do so, but with the wedding drawing nearer and still having no House or Barony duties to attend to, the lord had decided everything else could sort itself out for a little while. His Mother’s presence in Vasiliadon was proving more troublesome that he had anticipated, and if he were asked one single question more about what pastries he preferred or which of the many wines that had been brought in he thought was better, he might explode. So he had kissed Myrto on the brow and told he trusted her implicitly, before fleeing to the stables and making for the beach before anyone paid heed to his plans. It felt deliciously irresponsible, and therefore alien to the lord who was so used to doing precisely what was expected of him.
With his horse tethered in a small patch of shade thrown off by the rocks, Achilleas had wasted no time in stripping off and stepping into the surf, the water a pleasant contrast to the sticky heat of the day. Strong strokes had carried him out into the deeper blue of the Aegean, until he had begun to feel the pull in his muscles and had returned to shore, pulling shirt and pants over still damp skin. He sat on the sand, barefoot and hair curling damply at his neck, uncharastically reluctant to return to the matters which demanded his attention.
He would bring Theodora out here, he decided, when she was free to break away from the wedding preparations that had swallowed her whole. It had been days since he had seen her alone, and it felt all the more tiresome after those brief moments of freedom they had stolen in the past weeks. The wedding could not come soon enough, the lord keen to grasp what time they could before he were mired in talk of war and things shifted out of his control.
Stretching out, he tilted his head back, intending to enjoy just a few moments of the sun upon his skin before he dragged himself back to the manor and all the fussing that was no doubt still going on there. But before he could close his eyes against the brightness, movement in his field of vision stopped him, and Achilleas turned a curious gaze upon the young woman who wandered through the surf.
It took him but a second to recognise the youngest of Theodora’s sisters and Achilleas looked on bemusedly as Imma hopped her way across the beach, bending every so often to retrieve something from the water. With a faint smile upon his lips, the lord Mikaelidas pushed to his feet, gave a wave to the girl to catch her attention before he called out, so as not to startle.
He ambled down the sand towards the blonde, head cocked to the side and a questioning expression on his features when he drew near enough to speak. “An unexpected place to come across you, Lady Imma. And you have stirred my curiosity. What is that you do?”
Achilleas had been for a swim. It was not often that he had the time to steal away from duty long enough to do so, but with the wedding drawing nearer and still having no House or Barony duties to attend to, the lord had decided everything else could sort itself out for a little while. His Mother’s presence in Vasiliadon was proving more troublesome that he had anticipated, and if he were asked one single question more about what pastries he preferred or which of the many wines that had been brought in he thought was better, he might explode. So he had kissed Myrto on the brow and told he trusted her implicitly, before fleeing to the stables and making for the beach before anyone paid heed to his plans. It felt deliciously irresponsible, and therefore alien to the lord who was so used to doing precisely what was expected of him.
With his horse tethered in a small patch of shade thrown off by the rocks, Achilleas had wasted no time in stripping off and stepping into the surf, the water a pleasant contrast to the sticky heat of the day. Strong strokes had carried him out into the deeper blue of the Aegean, until he had begun to feel the pull in his muscles and had returned to shore, pulling shirt and pants over still damp skin. He sat on the sand, barefoot and hair curling damply at his neck, uncharastically reluctant to return to the matters which demanded his attention.
He would bring Theodora out here, he decided, when she was free to break away from the wedding preparations that had swallowed her whole. It had been days since he had seen her alone, and it felt all the more tiresome after those brief moments of freedom they had stolen in the past weeks. The wedding could not come soon enough, the lord keen to grasp what time they could before he were mired in talk of war and things shifted out of his control.
Stretching out, he tilted his head back, intending to enjoy just a few moments of the sun upon his skin before he dragged himself back to the manor and all the fussing that was no doubt still going on there. But before he could close his eyes against the brightness, movement in his field of vision stopped him, and Achilleas turned a curious gaze upon the young woman who wandered through the surf.
It took him but a second to recognise the youngest of Theodora’s sisters and Achilleas looked on bemusedly as Imma hopped her way across the beach, bending every so often to retrieve something from the water. With a faint smile upon his lips, the lord Mikaelidas pushed to his feet, gave a wave to the girl to catch her attention before he called out, so as not to startle.
He ambled down the sand towards the blonde, head cocked to the side and a questioning expression on his features when he drew near enough to speak. “An unexpected place to come across you, Lady Imma. And you have stirred my curiosity. What is that you do?”
Any number of people could have happened upon Imma as she waded through the surf, gathering her slimy little treasures. Most of which she would have either ignored or offered a passing greeting before going about her business. The few exceptions to that rule were directly associated with her family or of a much greater station than her own. That the individual who came upon her or rather whom she had wandered upon was both was just an unusual happenstance. Spotting the motion peripherally of someone waving she lifted her gaze from her task at hand to look toward the figure. Squinting against the sun it took her only a moment to recognize who was flagging her down. A quick flutter of her heart made her catch her breath and look back out toward the ocean for a moment before she turned her attention back his way and put on a bright smile.
“Lord Achilles, an unexpected pleasure indeed.” The was little cause for jest or exaggeration in her tone, since she was rather happy to see him. At least until he asked her what it was that she was doing. Glancing down into the hike folds of her chiton she felt her cheeks burning long before she realized just how red they must have been. It wasn’t exactly how she would have hoped to have been caught up by him, but then looking back toward him once more and taking in his appearance she didn’t think he was much better off. Had he been swimming? The thought made her blink to a wide-eyed state of momentary awe before she blinked to bring herself back to reality. “Collecting snails…”
As she said it she winced slightly. That sounded a lot worse than she had intended it to. Honestly saying it like that was probably the worst way she could have possibly described it. It made her sound like a child who was out pestering wildlife. Chewing on her lower lip for a moment she fished one of the spiny shelled snails from the material and held it up to show him. The shell on the outside didn’t look all that special, it was what was on the inside that mattered. Dropping it in her chiton once more she shifted on the rock she was standing on. Turning to face him a bit more. “I use them for paint… well the shell really. The snails are just unwelcome visitors.” The smile was a pleasant enough one as she made her little attempt at a joke.
“I am surprised to see you here. I would expect my sister or your mother would be running you round in circles to finalize the preparations for the wedding.” Maybe that was why he was out there to begin with? Hiding from all his work. Not that he ever struck her as that sort. Actually come to think of it she was fairly certain he was the duty before all else kind of a guy. Which was commendable in its own right. “Wait… you aren’t out here looking for snails too are you? Because if you are I am prepared to fight for every last one of them. I am fairly certain I could take you… soon as I am not on a slippery rock.” The mere thought made her giggle a little. If she was lucky she might get a swat on him, but that was about all she’d ever manage. Imma was tiny by comparison and had absolutely no training in combat. Still it was a funny picture in her mind. One she hoped would be just as amusing for him.
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Any number of people could have happened upon Imma as she waded through the surf, gathering her slimy little treasures. Most of which she would have either ignored or offered a passing greeting before going about her business. The few exceptions to that rule were directly associated with her family or of a much greater station than her own. That the individual who came upon her or rather whom she had wandered upon was both was just an unusual happenstance. Spotting the motion peripherally of someone waving she lifted her gaze from her task at hand to look toward the figure. Squinting against the sun it took her only a moment to recognize who was flagging her down. A quick flutter of her heart made her catch her breath and look back out toward the ocean for a moment before she turned her attention back his way and put on a bright smile.
“Lord Achilles, an unexpected pleasure indeed.” The was little cause for jest or exaggeration in her tone, since she was rather happy to see him. At least until he asked her what it was that she was doing. Glancing down into the hike folds of her chiton she felt her cheeks burning long before she realized just how red they must have been. It wasn’t exactly how she would have hoped to have been caught up by him, but then looking back toward him once more and taking in his appearance she didn’t think he was much better off. Had he been swimming? The thought made her blink to a wide-eyed state of momentary awe before she blinked to bring herself back to reality. “Collecting snails…”
As she said it she winced slightly. That sounded a lot worse than she had intended it to. Honestly saying it like that was probably the worst way she could have possibly described it. It made her sound like a child who was out pestering wildlife. Chewing on her lower lip for a moment she fished one of the spiny shelled snails from the material and held it up to show him. The shell on the outside didn’t look all that special, it was what was on the inside that mattered. Dropping it in her chiton once more she shifted on the rock she was standing on. Turning to face him a bit more. “I use them for paint… well the shell really. The snails are just unwelcome visitors.” The smile was a pleasant enough one as she made her little attempt at a joke.
“I am surprised to see you here. I would expect my sister or your mother would be running you round in circles to finalize the preparations for the wedding.” Maybe that was why he was out there to begin with? Hiding from all his work. Not that he ever struck her as that sort. Actually come to think of it she was fairly certain he was the duty before all else kind of a guy. Which was commendable in its own right. “Wait… you aren’t out here looking for snails too are you? Because if you are I am prepared to fight for every last one of them. I am fairly certain I could take you… soon as I am not on a slippery rock.” The mere thought made her giggle a little. If she was lucky she might get a swat on him, but that was about all she’d ever manage. Imma was tiny by comparison and had absolutely no training in combat. Still it was a funny picture in her mind. One she hoped would be just as amusing for him.
Any number of people could have happened upon Imma as she waded through the surf, gathering her slimy little treasures. Most of which she would have either ignored or offered a passing greeting before going about her business. The few exceptions to that rule were directly associated with her family or of a much greater station than her own. That the individual who came upon her or rather whom she had wandered upon was both was just an unusual happenstance. Spotting the motion peripherally of someone waving she lifted her gaze from her task at hand to look toward the figure. Squinting against the sun it took her only a moment to recognize who was flagging her down. A quick flutter of her heart made her catch her breath and look back out toward the ocean for a moment before she turned her attention back his way and put on a bright smile.
“Lord Achilles, an unexpected pleasure indeed.” The was little cause for jest or exaggeration in her tone, since she was rather happy to see him. At least until he asked her what it was that she was doing. Glancing down into the hike folds of her chiton she felt her cheeks burning long before she realized just how red they must have been. It wasn’t exactly how she would have hoped to have been caught up by him, but then looking back toward him once more and taking in his appearance she didn’t think he was much better off. Had he been swimming? The thought made her blink to a wide-eyed state of momentary awe before she blinked to bring herself back to reality. “Collecting snails…”
As she said it she winced slightly. That sounded a lot worse than she had intended it to. Honestly saying it like that was probably the worst way she could have possibly described it. It made her sound like a child who was out pestering wildlife. Chewing on her lower lip for a moment she fished one of the spiny shelled snails from the material and held it up to show him. The shell on the outside didn’t look all that special, it was what was on the inside that mattered. Dropping it in her chiton once more she shifted on the rock she was standing on. Turning to face him a bit more. “I use them for paint… well the shell really. The snails are just unwelcome visitors.” The smile was a pleasant enough one as she made her little attempt at a joke.
“I am surprised to see you here. I would expect my sister or your mother would be running you round in circles to finalize the preparations for the wedding.” Maybe that was why he was out there to begin with? Hiding from all his work. Not that he ever struck her as that sort. Actually come to think of it she was fairly certain he was the duty before all else kind of a guy. Which was commendable in its own right. “Wait… you aren’t out here looking for snails too are you? Because if you are I am prepared to fight for every last one of them. I am fairly certain I could take you… soon as I am not on a slippery rock.” The mere thought made her giggle a little. If she was lucky she might get a swat on him, but that was about all she’d ever manage. Imma was tiny by comparison and had absolutely no training in combat. Still it was a funny picture in her mind. One she hoped would be just as amusing for him.
As the Lady Imma blushed and glanced down at her state of dress, the lord raised a brow. There was something rather adorable about the girl’s windswept appearance, the carefree way she had folded her gown to make a home for her collected treasures. It reminded Achilleas more than a little of the time he had found Theodora all those years ago, barefoot and spinning circles in a field, appearing more the wild wood nymph than the daughter of a baron. He smiled at her younger sister, thinking perhaps she took after his betrothed, in this at least. The smile widened a moment as Imma looked back at him and he could almost pinpoint when she recognised his own dishevelment and followed the path to its logical conclusion. It was a blessing that she had not happened upon him a little while earlier perhaps.
“Snails?” Achilleas smoothed past the imagined awkwardness of that moment by latching on to the girl’s explanation of her actions, and he looked confused, trying not to wear the Why too plainly on his face. He clearly failed though, because Imma rushed to elaborate and then his puzzlement shifted into something close to approbation. Industrious little thing “I didn’t know you painted” he said, thinking there was much he didn’t know about Evelli and Georgios’ youngest. Too much of an age gap between them for Imma ever to have been around in the days where the Leventi girls were playmates of he and his brother and cousins, Achilleas thought he ought to remedy that unfamiliarity. She would be family in a matter of days anyway.
Before he had the chance to ask the girl anything more of her artistic pursuits though, Imma had asked a question of her own and the lord was not quite quick enough to prevent the guilty expression that painted his features for a moment. He gave a small chuckle and rubbed at the back of his neck, mouth twisted in a faint grimace.
“You have caught me” he admitted sheepishly. “I confess I made an unplanned escape from my mother’s clutches, if only to ensure no bloodshed before this wedding.” Indeed, the Lord Mikaelidas was not sure he had ever seen his mother fierce before, and yet something about the festive arrangements seemed to have sparked it in her. And then because he thought that perhaps that made him sound like a reluctant groom, he hastily added. “Not that I am ungrateful. I cannot wait to be married to your sister”.
Imma’s mock threat had the lord’s eyebrows lift doubtfully, blue eyes dancing with mirth as he considered the petite girl before him. Towering over her by almost a foot, it was a comical thought as she had no doubt intended and Achilleas laughed. “I would not dare challenge you, Imma, nor wish to provoke your ferocity.” He did however, wade out a little way into the water and offer her a hand to keep her balance on said slippery rock. “Perhaps let me help you instead? You would be doing me a kindness for then I have a legitimate excuse to stay out of the way of food and flowers and other such things that will all happen well enough without my input” There was an almost hopeful inflection to the last, leaving Imma under no illusions as to how painful the lord was finding these final wedding preparations.
“Did you come out here alone?” Achilleas asked, suddenly realising he had not seen hair nor hide of a maid accompanying the young noblewoman.He could not imagine anyone taking umbridge with the idea of his escorting the youngest Leventi girl - he was known to the family and about to be wed to Imma’s sister.If that did not place him firmly in the role of pseudo brother, he did not know what would, but still, there was a hint of reproach in the question as he fixed her with a pointed look.
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As the Lady Imma blushed and glanced down at her state of dress, the lord raised a brow. There was something rather adorable about the girl’s windswept appearance, the carefree way she had folded her gown to make a home for her collected treasures. It reminded Achilleas more than a little of the time he had found Theodora all those years ago, barefoot and spinning circles in a field, appearing more the wild wood nymph than the daughter of a baron. He smiled at her younger sister, thinking perhaps she took after his betrothed, in this at least. The smile widened a moment as Imma looked back at him and he could almost pinpoint when she recognised his own dishevelment and followed the path to its logical conclusion. It was a blessing that she had not happened upon him a little while earlier perhaps.
“Snails?” Achilleas smoothed past the imagined awkwardness of that moment by latching on to the girl’s explanation of her actions, and he looked confused, trying not to wear the Why too plainly on his face. He clearly failed though, because Imma rushed to elaborate and then his puzzlement shifted into something close to approbation. Industrious little thing “I didn’t know you painted” he said, thinking there was much he didn’t know about Evelli and Georgios’ youngest. Too much of an age gap between them for Imma ever to have been around in the days where the Leventi girls were playmates of he and his brother and cousins, Achilleas thought he ought to remedy that unfamiliarity. She would be family in a matter of days anyway.
Before he had the chance to ask the girl anything more of her artistic pursuits though, Imma had asked a question of her own and the lord was not quite quick enough to prevent the guilty expression that painted his features for a moment. He gave a small chuckle and rubbed at the back of his neck, mouth twisted in a faint grimace.
“You have caught me” he admitted sheepishly. “I confess I made an unplanned escape from my mother’s clutches, if only to ensure no bloodshed before this wedding.” Indeed, the Lord Mikaelidas was not sure he had ever seen his mother fierce before, and yet something about the festive arrangements seemed to have sparked it in her. And then because he thought that perhaps that made him sound like a reluctant groom, he hastily added. “Not that I am ungrateful. I cannot wait to be married to your sister”.
Imma’s mock threat had the lord’s eyebrows lift doubtfully, blue eyes dancing with mirth as he considered the petite girl before him. Towering over her by almost a foot, it was a comical thought as she had no doubt intended and Achilleas laughed. “I would not dare challenge you, Imma, nor wish to provoke your ferocity.” He did however, wade out a little way into the water and offer her a hand to keep her balance on said slippery rock. “Perhaps let me help you instead? You would be doing me a kindness for then I have a legitimate excuse to stay out of the way of food and flowers and other such things that will all happen well enough without my input” There was an almost hopeful inflection to the last, leaving Imma under no illusions as to how painful the lord was finding these final wedding preparations.
“Did you come out here alone?” Achilleas asked, suddenly realising he had not seen hair nor hide of a maid accompanying the young noblewoman.He could not imagine anyone taking umbridge with the idea of his escorting the youngest Leventi girl - he was known to the family and about to be wed to Imma’s sister.If that did not place him firmly in the role of pseudo brother, he did not know what would, but still, there was a hint of reproach in the question as he fixed her with a pointed look.
As the Lady Imma blushed and glanced down at her state of dress, the lord raised a brow. There was something rather adorable about the girl’s windswept appearance, the carefree way she had folded her gown to make a home for her collected treasures. It reminded Achilleas more than a little of the time he had found Theodora all those years ago, barefoot and spinning circles in a field, appearing more the wild wood nymph than the daughter of a baron. He smiled at her younger sister, thinking perhaps she took after his betrothed, in this at least. The smile widened a moment as Imma looked back at him and he could almost pinpoint when she recognised his own dishevelment and followed the path to its logical conclusion. It was a blessing that she had not happened upon him a little while earlier perhaps.
“Snails?” Achilleas smoothed past the imagined awkwardness of that moment by latching on to the girl’s explanation of her actions, and he looked confused, trying not to wear the Why too plainly on his face. He clearly failed though, because Imma rushed to elaborate and then his puzzlement shifted into something close to approbation. Industrious little thing “I didn’t know you painted” he said, thinking there was much he didn’t know about Evelli and Georgios’ youngest. Too much of an age gap between them for Imma ever to have been around in the days where the Leventi girls were playmates of he and his brother and cousins, Achilleas thought he ought to remedy that unfamiliarity. She would be family in a matter of days anyway.
Before he had the chance to ask the girl anything more of her artistic pursuits though, Imma had asked a question of her own and the lord was not quite quick enough to prevent the guilty expression that painted his features for a moment. He gave a small chuckle and rubbed at the back of his neck, mouth twisted in a faint grimace.
“You have caught me” he admitted sheepishly. “I confess I made an unplanned escape from my mother’s clutches, if only to ensure no bloodshed before this wedding.” Indeed, the Lord Mikaelidas was not sure he had ever seen his mother fierce before, and yet something about the festive arrangements seemed to have sparked it in her. And then because he thought that perhaps that made him sound like a reluctant groom, he hastily added. “Not that I am ungrateful. I cannot wait to be married to your sister”.
Imma’s mock threat had the lord’s eyebrows lift doubtfully, blue eyes dancing with mirth as he considered the petite girl before him. Towering over her by almost a foot, it was a comical thought as she had no doubt intended and Achilleas laughed. “I would not dare challenge you, Imma, nor wish to provoke your ferocity.” He did however, wade out a little way into the water and offer her a hand to keep her balance on said slippery rock. “Perhaps let me help you instead? You would be doing me a kindness for then I have a legitimate excuse to stay out of the way of food and flowers and other such things that will all happen well enough without my input” There was an almost hopeful inflection to the last, leaving Imma under no illusions as to how painful the lord was finding these final wedding preparations.
“Did you come out here alone?” Achilleas asked, suddenly realising he had not seen hair nor hide of a maid accompanying the young noblewoman.He could not imagine anyone taking umbridge with the idea of his escorting the youngest Leventi girl - he was known to the family and about to be wed to Imma’s sister.If that did not place him firmly in the role of pseudo brother, he did not know what would, but still, there was a hint of reproach in the question as he fixed her with a pointed look.
If there was one reason and one reason alone why she did not feel exceedingly awkward it was that his own appearance was slightly disheveled. If he had not been there was not a doubt in her mind that she would have been tripping over herself physically and mentally. As it was the fact his clothes stuck haphazardly to his body and his hair was wet only made her feel more at ease. It made the moment feel easier than it should have been. Perhaps a bit too casual given his station and her own, but it was the way she felt of it overall. The question he had of the snails went answered swiftly enough, leading her into his obliviousness in regard to her pursuits. Not that he would have any reason to know otherwise.
“Oh yes, I love to paint. It is one of my absolute favorite things to do actually. I have many paintings of Theo I could certainly show you. Though most of them are from when she was a bit younger… it has been a few years since I’ve had the opportunity to paint her.” The thought made her wonder if she should not seek her sister out so she could paint her once more. It would be nice to be able to do something new of her, before she got to engrossed in married life to bother spending time with her. Scrunching her nose the tiniest bit at the thought she let it bleed forth into another. Maybe she could paint Achilles? Glancing up at him she almost giggled like the youth she was before changing the subject entirely.
The amusement was still there in her tone of voice though when she responded to his escape from the marriage preparation. “Oh of course. I am certain you are a great deal more grateful that the women are handling the event preparations more than yourself.” The giggle that followed was bright and airy, easy enough that it betrayed the depths of her innocence. “I am sure Theo would say the same of you.” Why would she not? Who wouldn’t be absolutely beside themselves to marry Achilles? He was handsome, charming, dutiful, and of good station. It was an ideal match.
When he laughed her head swam with the sudden surge of her pulse. Dreamy doe eyes fixed upon his smile and the way the sun sparkled against his skin. Theo was so lucky. It wasn’t fair. Blinking again she looked toward his hand and felt the heat blossom on her cheeks once more. Taking his hand she pursed her lips to keep herself from smiling like an idiot. Helping to balance herself so she could step from the rocks, if even momentarily. “Alright, you can help me. Have you ever been snail hunting before?” The serious tone she used was entirely false and it cracked rather quickly. “You just have to be careful of stepping on them. Shuffling her chiton she rolled the shelled creatures and looked down at them, her brows rising as she peeked back up his way. If the large points on their shells did not tell him why then she wasn’t sure what would.
Then the dreaded question arose. Was she there alone? That question always came with consequences. In her mother’s opinion anytime she wasn’t home then she should have been with an escort of some sort. Achilles was not her mother though. Nevertheless she assumed he would be the same sort to frown upon her wandering about alone. “Yes. Bringing anyone else always complicates the process.” There were too many rules. Nobody would enjoy bringing a report back to her mother that Imma had gone wading about in the water to pluck snails off of rocks. Even thinking about it she could imagine her mother’s eyes rolling into the back of her head as she sighed in exasperation.
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If there was one reason and one reason alone why she did not feel exceedingly awkward it was that his own appearance was slightly disheveled. If he had not been there was not a doubt in her mind that she would have been tripping over herself physically and mentally. As it was the fact his clothes stuck haphazardly to his body and his hair was wet only made her feel more at ease. It made the moment feel easier than it should have been. Perhaps a bit too casual given his station and her own, but it was the way she felt of it overall. The question he had of the snails went answered swiftly enough, leading her into his obliviousness in regard to her pursuits. Not that he would have any reason to know otherwise.
“Oh yes, I love to paint. It is one of my absolute favorite things to do actually. I have many paintings of Theo I could certainly show you. Though most of them are from when she was a bit younger… it has been a few years since I’ve had the opportunity to paint her.” The thought made her wonder if she should not seek her sister out so she could paint her once more. It would be nice to be able to do something new of her, before she got to engrossed in married life to bother spending time with her. Scrunching her nose the tiniest bit at the thought she let it bleed forth into another. Maybe she could paint Achilles? Glancing up at him she almost giggled like the youth she was before changing the subject entirely.
The amusement was still there in her tone of voice though when she responded to his escape from the marriage preparation. “Oh of course. I am certain you are a great deal more grateful that the women are handling the event preparations more than yourself.” The giggle that followed was bright and airy, easy enough that it betrayed the depths of her innocence. “I am sure Theo would say the same of you.” Why would she not? Who wouldn’t be absolutely beside themselves to marry Achilles? He was handsome, charming, dutiful, and of good station. It was an ideal match.
When he laughed her head swam with the sudden surge of her pulse. Dreamy doe eyes fixed upon his smile and the way the sun sparkled against his skin. Theo was so lucky. It wasn’t fair. Blinking again she looked toward his hand and felt the heat blossom on her cheeks once more. Taking his hand she pursed her lips to keep herself from smiling like an idiot. Helping to balance herself so she could step from the rocks, if even momentarily. “Alright, you can help me. Have you ever been snail hunting before?” The serious tone she used was entirely false and it cracked rather quickly. “You just have to be careful of stepping on them. Shuffling her chiton she rolled the shelled creatures and looked down at them, her brows rising as she peeked back up his way. If the large points on their shells did not tell him why then she wasn’t sure what would.
Then the dreaded question arose. Was she there alone? That question always came with consequences. In her mother’s opinion anytime she wasn’t home then she should have been with an escort of some sort. Achilles was not her mother though. Nevertheless she assumed he would be the same sort to frown upon her wandering about alone. “Yes. Bringing anyone else always complicates the process.” There were too many rules. Nobody would enjoy bringing a report back to her mother that Imma had gone wading about in the water to pluck snails off of rocks. Even thinking about it she could imagine her mother’s eyes rolling into the back of her head as she sighed in exasperation.
If there was one reason and one reason alone why she did not feel exceedingly awkward it was that his own appearance was slightly disheveled. If he had not been there was not a doubt in her mind that she would have been tripping over herself physically and mentally. As it was the fact his clothes stuck haphazardly to his body and his hair was wet only made her feel more at ease. It made the moment feel easier than it should have been. Perhaps a bit too casual given his station and her own, but it was the way she felt of it overall. The question he had of the snails went answered swiftly enough, leading her into his obliviousness in regard to her pursuits. Not that he would have any reason to know otherwise.
“Oh yes, I love to paint. It is one of my absolute favorite things to do actually. I have many paintings of Theo I could certainly show you. Though most of them are from when she was a bit younger… it has been a few years since I’ve had the opportunity to paint her.” The thought made her wonder if she should not seek her sister out so she could paint her once more. It would be nice to be able to do something new of her, before she got to engrossed in married life to bother spending time with her. Scrunching her nose the tiniest bit at the thought she let it bleed forth into another. Maybe she could paint Achilles? Glancing up at him she almost giggled like the youth she was before changing the subject entirely.
The amusement was still there in her tone of voice though when she responded to his escape from the marriage preparation. “Oh of course. I am certain you are a great deal more grateful that the women are handling the event preparations more than yourself.” The giggle that followed was bright and airy, easy enough that it betrayed the depths of her innocence. “I am sure Theo would say the same of you.” Why would she not? Who wouldn’t be absolutely beside themselves to marry Achilles? He was handsome, charming, dutiful, and of good station. It was an ideal match.
When he laughed her head swam with the sudden surge of her pulse. Dreamy doe eyes fixed upon his smile and the way the sun sparkled against his skin. Theo was so lucky. It wasn’t fair. Blinking again she looked toward his hand and felt the heat blossom on her cheeks once more. Taking his hand she pursed her lips to keep herself from smiling like an idiot. Helping to balance herself so she could step from the rocks, if even momentarily. “Alright, you can help me. Have you ever been snail hunting before?” The serious tone she used was entirely false and it cracked rather quickly. “You just have to be careful of stepping on them. Shuffling her chiton she rolled the shelled creatures and looked down at them, her brows rising as she peeked back up his way. If the large points on their shells did not tell him why then she wasn’t sure what would.
Then the dreaded question arose. Was she there alone? That question always came with consequences. In her mother’s opinion anytime she wasn’t home then she should have been with an escort of some sort. Achilles was not her mother though. Nevertheless she assumed he would be the same sort to frown upon her wandering about alone. “Yes. Bringing anyone else always complicates the process.” There were too many rules. Nobody would enjoy bringing a report back to her mother that Imma had gone wading about in the water to pluck snails off of rocks. Even thinking about it she could imagine her mother’s eyes rolling into the back of her head as she sighed in exasperation.
The obvious enthusiasm that Imma held for her art bubbled through her speech, and the Lord Mikaelidas smiled for it was hard not to be carried along with it. “I should like that” he said, when offered the opportunity to see some of the girl’s work, hard to refuse when the subject was one that held endless fascination for him. He wondered if Theodora would be so pleased with the idea, but thought she would find it hard to deny the wants of her youngest sibling, if it came to it.
Imma’s observations regarding Achilleas’ interest in the finer details of wedding arrangements were met with a pair of raised brows and a tiny nod. He could still remember his father’s exasperated look when he had asked what organisation the wedding would take, and thought he had a much deeper understanding of it now than he had then, when he’d thought the man ill-tempered. Or perhaps he had been that also.
There was a small smile as the young woman promised her sister’s excitement about the upcoming nuptials, and Achilleas did not say that he suspected Theodora might actually be dreading the pomp and ceremony of it all almost as much as he. Of all the things he was learning about his bride to be, her appreciation for the simple things in life had surprised him the most.
The Leventis had a reputation of course, of being ruthless in pursuit of marriages that would grant them political power and social standing. Of course, as a girl in Macendia she had shown no such inclination, but he would not have been shocked to have found her changed by the years between then and now. And yet, they had quarrelled over what she considered the pointlessness of court, and had shown him that she was still not afraid to step outside the bounds of society’s rules for a woman of her station. It was both infuriating and captivating at the same time.
But he had let his mind wander, and so looked back to the Lady Imma, stepped forward to take her hand in his and politely ignored the blush it called forth. Instead he glanced at the snail shells with their wicked points and grimaced. “Yes. I can imagine that would not be very pleasant” He looked down in the water he waded through, looking for any sign of more of the creatures. It was not how he would ever have envisaged spending his afternoon, but then, it was better that what awaited him at home, so he would take it.
Achilleas looked somewhat skeptically at his young charge as she defended her being out at the beach with no escort. He knew the Lady Evelli well enough that he thought he might guess her reaction, and yet at the same time, he could hear Theodora chiding him for ‘ fussing’ and so he bit his tongue. Imma was safe enough with him, and perhaps he might mention to her sister that a retainer with a love of the beach might be a sensible option for her youngest sibling.
“I am surprised and slightly envious that you have managed to escape these wedding preparations” he said, watching where he walked as they continued down the waterline. “I have barely seen your sister for days. Maybe bring her with you next time.”
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The obvious enthusiasm that Imma held for her art bubbled through her speech, and the Lord Mikaelidas smiled for it was hard not to be carried along with it. “I should like that” he said, when offered the opportunity to see some of the girl’s work, hard to refuse when the subject was one that held endless fascination for him. He wondered if Theodora would be so pleased with the idea, but thought she would find it hard to deny the wants of her youngest sibling, if it came to it.
Imma’s observations regarding Achilleas’ interest in the finer details of wedding arrangements were met with a pair of raised brows and a tiny nod. He could still remember his father’s exasperated look when he had asked what organisation the wedding would take, and thought he had a much deeper understanding of it now than he had then, when he’d thought the man ill-tempered. Or perhaps he had been that also.
There was a small smile as the young woman promised her sister’s excitement about the upcoming nuptials, and Achilleas did not say that he suspected Theodora might actually be dreading the pomp and ceremony of it all almost as much as he. Of all the things he was learning about his bride to be, her appreciation for the simple things in life had surprised him the most.
The Leventis had a reputation of course, of being ruthless in pursuit of marriages that would grant them political power and social standing. Of course, as a girl in Macendia she had shown no such inclination, but he would not have been shocked to have found her changed by the years between then and now. And yet, they had quarrelled over what she considered the pointlessness of court, and had shown him that she was still not afraid to step outside the bounds of society’s rules for a woman of her station. It was both infuriating and captivating at the same time.
But he had let his mind wander, and so looked back to the Lady Imma, stepped forward to take her hand in his and politely ignored the blush it called forth. Instead he glanced at the snail shells with their wicked points and grimaced. “Yes. I can imagine that would not be very pleasant” He looked down in the water he waded through, looking for any sign of more of the creatures. It was not how he would ever have envisaged spending his afternoon, but then, it was better that what awaited him at home, so he would take it.
Achilleas looked somewhat skeptically at his young charge as she defended her being out at the beach with no escort. He knew the Lady Evelli well enough that he thought he might guess her reaction, and yet at the same time, he could hear Theodora chiding him for ‘ fussing’ and so he bit his tongue. Imma was safe enough with him, and perhaps he might mention to her sister that a retainer with a love of the beach might be a sensible option for her youngest sibling.
“I am surprised and slightly envious that you have managed to escape these wedding preparations” he said, watching where he walked as they continued down the waterline. “I have barely seen your sister for days. Maybe bring her with you next time.”
The obvious enthusiasm that Imma held for her art bubbled through her speech, and the Lord Mikaelidas smiled for it was hard not to be carried along with it. “I should like that” he said, when offered the opportunity to see some of the girl’s work, hard to refuse when the subject was one that held endless fascination for him. He wondered if Theodora would be so pleased with the idea, but thought she would find it hard to deny the wants of her youngest sibling, if it came to it.
Imma’s observations regarding Achilleas’ interest in the finer details of wedding arrangements were met with a pair of raised brows and a tiny nod. He could still remember his father’s exasperated look when he had asked what organisation the wedding would take, and thought he had a much deeper understanding of it now than he had then, when he’d thought the man ill-tempered. Or perhaps he had been that also.
There was a small smile as the young woman promised her sister’s excitement about the upcoming nuptials, and Achilleas did not say that he suspected Theodora might actually be dreading the pomp and ceremony of it all almost as much as he. Of all the things he was learning about his bride to be, her appreciation for the simple things in life had surprised him the most.
The Leventis had a reputation of course, of being ruthless in pursuit of marriages that would grant them political power and social standing. Of course, as a girl in Macendia she had shown no such inclination, but he would not have been shocked to have found her changed by the years between then and now. And yet, they had quarrelled over what she considered the pointlessness of court, and had shown him that she was still not afraid to step outside the bounds of society’s rules for a woman of her station. It was both infuriating and captivating at the same time.
But he had let his mind wander, and so looked back to the Lady Imma, stepped forward to take her hand in his and politely ignored the blush it called forth. Instead he glanced at the snail shells with their wicked points and grimaced. “Yes. I can imagine that would not be very pleasant” He looked down in the water he waded through, looking for any sign of more of the creatures. It was not how he would ever have envisaged spending his afternoon, but then, it was better that what awaited him at home, so he would take it.
Achilleas looked somewhat skeptically at his young charge as she defended her being out at the beach with no escort. He knew the Lady Evelli well enough that he thought he might guess her reaction, and yet at the same time, he could hear Theodora chiding him for ‘ fussing’ and so he bit his tongue. Imma was safe enough with him, and perhaps he might mention to her sister that a retainer with a love of the beach might be a sensible option for her youngest sibling.
“I am surprised and slightly envious that you have managed to escape these wedding preparations” he said, watching where he walked as they continued down the waterline. “I have barely seen your sister for days. Maybe bring her with you next time.”
That he encouraged her in any way, shape, or form only endeared him to her. It made her all but giddily reply to his agreement. “Oh good! I have so many pretty pieces of Theo. I think I have more of her than any of my other sisters, she was my favorite subject growing up.” She paused for a moment and thought about that before she made certain to add a little thought on the tail end. “Just don’t tell Selene… or Nana…” Narrowing her eyes in thought about that for a moment she nodded again when she was certain that was correct. Somehow she doubted either would be too pleased with the fact that they were not her absolutely favorite models. Especially Nana who seemed to fancy herself prettier than just about anyone around. Not that she was altogether wrong, she just wasn’t very good at being still. That was important, especially for someone who was new to art.
As candid as she was being with him it should have been no surprise that she called him out on his lack of interest in the wedding or rather the planning of it. Hopefully he was actually interested in the event itself. Well marrying Theo at the very least. Though she knew that was not always the case with people who had been arranged for marriage. At least he was smiling when she brought it up. That led her to believe that he had to have been at least a little pleased with it. Not to mention the fact that he had invested time with her family, including his betrothed. As they both seemed to come back into their present mind and thoughts she found herself smiling rather bemusedly at the look he gave the snails. It would not due for him to pierce through his foot so soon before the wedding. There would be no end to the scolding she would get if that happened.
“The easiest way is to gently slide your foot along the rock till you feel something either slimy or sharp. Which is a rather vast contrast. You can look but the foam disguises their white shells. Sometimes you get lucky though and find one in a clear patch of water.” Imma had really spent far too much time collecting the snails. It was one of her favorite colors to work with though. “If the shells were cheaper I wouldn’t spend so much time collecting them. Artisans use the shells for dye for clothing though and seem to think in buying the ground shells I must be out to take over their businesses. Silly really…” Furrowing her brow a bit she started poking around the rocks some more, looking for more of the snails to collect.
As she did she laughed softly at his surprise. “Why does that surprise you? Have you met my family?” There was a tickled amusement in her tone that left her voice as bright as the sun beaming down over them. “I assure you I am the least of their concerns right now. My mother has four other daughters to contend with and making certain they are prepared is far more dubious than keeping track of me. Theo on the other hand… well she is sadly right in the thick of it. Getting her away for even a moment will be a little like stealing a bone from a rabid wolf. You might be able to manage it, but not without being bitten a few dozen times in the process.”
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That he encouraged her in any way, shape, or form only endeared him to her. It made her all but giddily reply to his agreement. “Oh good! I have so many pretty pieces of Theo. I think I have more of her than any of my other sisters, she was my favorite subject growing up.” She paused for a moment and thought about that before she made certain to add a little thought on the tail end. “Just don’t tell Selene… or Nana…” Narrowing her eyes in thought about that for a moment she nodded again when she was certain that was correct. Somehow she doubted either would be too pleased with the fact that they were not her absolutely favorite models. Especially Nana who seemed to fancy herself prettier than just about anyone around. Not that she was altogether wrong, she just wasn’t very good at being still. That was important, especially for someone who was new to art.
As candid as she was being with him it should have been no surprise that she called him out on his lack of interest in the wedding or rather the planning of it. Hopefully he was actually interested in the event itself. Well marrying Theo at the very least. Though she knew that was not always the case with people who had been arranged for marriage. At least he was smiling when she brought it up. That led her to believe that he had to have been at least a little pleased with it. Not to mention the fact that he had invested time with her family, including his betrothed. As they both seemed to come back into their present mind and thoughts she found herself smiling rather bemusedly at the look he gave the snails. It would not due for him to pierce through his foot so soon before the wedding. There would be no end to the scolding she would get if that happened.
“The easiest way is to gently slide your foot along the rock till you feel something either slimy or sharp. Which is a rather vast contrast. You can look but the foam disguises their white shells. Sometimes you get lucky though and find one in a clear patch of water.” Imma had really spent far too much time collecting the snails. It was one of her favorite colors to work with though. “If the shells were cheaper I wouldn’t spend so much time collecting them. Artisans use the shells for dye for clothing though and seem to think in buying the ground shells I must be out to take over their businesses. Silly really…” Furrowing her brow a bit she started poking around the rocks some more, looking for more of the snails to collect.
As she did she laughed softly at his surprise. “Why does that surprise you? Have you met my family?” There was a tickled amusement in her tone that left her voice as bright as the sun beaming down over them. “I assure you I am the least of their concerns right now. My mother has four other daughters to contend with and making certain they are prepared is far more dubious than keeping track of me. Theo on the other hand… well she is sadly right in the thick of it. Getting her away for even a moment will be a little like stealing a bone from a rabid wolf. You might be able to manage it, but not without being bitten a few dozen times in the process.”
That he encouraged her in any way, shape, or form only endeared him to her. It made her all but giddily reply to his agreement. “Oh good! I have so many pretty pieces of Theo. I think I have more of her than any of my other sisters, she was my favorite subject growing up.” She paused for a moment and thought about that before she made certain to add a little thought on the tail end. “Just don’t tell Selene… or Nana…” Narrowing her eyes in thought about that for a moment she nodded again when she was certain that was correct. Somehow she doubted either would be too pleased with the fact that they were not her absolutely favorite models. Especially Nana who seemed to fancy herself prettier than just about anyone around. Not that she was altogether wrong, she just wasn’t very good at being still. That was important, especially for someone who was new to art.
As candid as she was being with him it should have been no surprise that she called him out on his lack of interest in the wedding or rather the planning of it. Hopefully he was actually interested in the event itself. Well marrying Theo at the very least. Though she knew that was not always the case with people who had been arranged for marriage. At least he was smiling when she brought it up. That led her to believe that he had to have been at least a little pleased with it. Not to mention the fact that he had invested time with her family, including his betrothed. As they both seemed to come back into their present mind and thoughts she found herself smiling rather bemusedly at the look he gave the snails. It would not due for him to pierce through his foot so soon before the wedding. There would be no end to the scolding she would get if that happened.
“The easiest way is to gently slide your foot along the rock till you feel something either slimy or sharp. Which is a rather vast contrast. You can look but the foam disguises their white shells. Sometimes you get lucky though and find one in a clear patch of water.” Imma had really spent far too much time collecting the snails. It was one of her favorite colors to work with though. “If the shells were cheaper I wouldn’t spend so much time collecting them. Artisans use the shells for dye for clothing though and seem to think in buying the ground shells I must be out to take over their businesses. Silly really…” Furrowing her brow a bit she started poking around the rocks some more, looking for more of the snails to collect.
As she did she laughed softly at his surprise. “Why does that surprise you? Have you met my family?” There was a tickled amusement in her tone that left her voice as bright as the sun beaming down over them. “I assure you I am the least of their concerns right now. My mother has four other daughters to contend with and making certain they are prepared is far more dubious than keeping track of me. Theo on the other hand… well she is sadly right in the thick of it. Getting her away for even a moment will be a little like stealing a bone from a rabid wolf. You might be able to manage it, but not without being bitten a few dozen times in the process.”
Achilleas shot Imma a look, he could well imagine the complicated relationships between the five sisters, and he had absolutely no interest in stirring up any discord there. He’d had rather a steep learning curve over the past months as to how volatile women’s emotions could be, and thought of what it would be like with five...six of them if you counted the Lady Evelli- in one house had him ready to run a league in the opposite direction. Still, he had meant what he’d said about wanting to see some of Imma’s work. “Then we shall find some time for you show me” he said. “...probably after the wedding now” For much as he might have liked to, Achilleas had the feeling that it would not be so easy for him to slip away again.
There were things outside of the wedding that drew his attention too - such as how his cousins were faring in the palati, if they’d had any word from Stephanos. For a moment, Achilleas’ expression turned serious, for it were not as if Imma was immune to the tumult that had beset their families in recent weeks. Selene and Olympia were gone, suspicion fell upon the Leventi House for being so entangled in the flight of the disgraced King. He might have raised it, but not knowing how much the young woman was aware of Achilleas did not want to reveal anything unwittingly and so he held his silence. If she wanted to bring it up then he would speak to her, but it was not a subject he would initiate talk of, he decided.
The more detailed description of how Imma located the snails had Achilleas press his lips together. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to slide his foot over anything to discern if it were slimy or sharp, but now he’d said he would so the lord did exactly that, feeling pretty foolish as he did so. Just slimy. It also meant that his own balance was compromised placing his weight on one foot, which left the stabilising hand he had offered to the youngest Leventi girl less stabilising than he had hoped.
“This isn’t working” he said, as he wobbled a little on the rock underfoot. “Perhaps you look and just use me for balance” They would make for an odd picture to any who saw them otherwise, he thought. “How much paint will these yield?” the lord asked, eyeing those snails Imma had already collected. “And you mix it yourself?” It seemed a fairly hefty time investment, and he was surprised that the Leventi girl - the wealthiest house in Taengea - would go to such lengths to avoid spending coin. It was certainly not something he would have entertained, Achilleas too used to the ease of having wealth available to him. It made him regard Imma in a different light, the girl seeming somehow grounded and mature for her years, despite her innocence.
Her words pertaining to her freedom, and Theodora’s lack of it made him laugh again, for it was all too easy to envision such a scenario. “I have faced down hordes of enemies on the field of battle” he remarked dryly. “And yet somehow the threat of interrupting whatever these pre-wedding rituals are fills with me more dread. Perhaps Theo will just have to stay where she is for now.”
Achilleas craned his neck to check that his horse was still grazing quietly at the edge of the beach and had not abandoned him here, and once assured of the fact, turned back to the girl beside him. “So, besides painting and making illicit trips to the beach to harvest defenceless snails, where do your interests lie , Imma?”
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Achilleas shot Imma a look, he could well imagine the complicated relationships between the five sisters, and he had absolutely no interest in stirring up any discord there. He’d had rather a steep learning curve over the past months as to how volatile women’s emotions could be, and thought of what it would be like with five...six of them if you counted the Lady Evelli- in one house had him ready to run a league in the opposite direction. Still, he had meant what he’d said about wanting to see some of Imma’s work. “Then we shall find some time for you show me” he said. “...probably after the wedding now” For much as he might have liked to, Achilleas had the feeling that it would not be so easy for him to slip away again.
There were things outside of the wedding that drew his attention too - such as how his cousins were faring in the palati, if they’d had any word from Stephanos. For a moment, Achilleas’ expression turned serious, for it were not as if Imma was immune to the tumult that had beset their families in recent weeks. Selene and Olympia were gone, suspicion fell upon the Leventi House for being so entangled in the flight of the disgraced King. He might have raised it, but not knowing how much the young woman was aware of Achilleas did not want to reveal anything unwittingly and so he held his silence. If she wanted to bring it up then he would speak to her, but it was not a subject he would initiate talk of, he decided.
The more detailed description of how Imma located the snails had Achilleas press his lips together. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to slide his foot over anything to discern if it were slimy or sharp, but now he’d said he would so the lord did exactly that, feeling pretty foolish as he did so. Just slimy. It also meant that his own balance was compromised placing his weight on one foot, which left the stabilising hand he had offered to the youngest Leventi girl less stabilising than he had hoped.
“This isn’t working” he said, as he wobbled a little on the rock underfoot. “Perhaps you look and just use me for balance” They would make for an odd picture to any who saw them otherwise, he thought. “How much paint will these yield?” the lord asked, eyeing those snails Imma had already collected. “And you mix it yourself?” It seemed a fairly hefty time investment, and he was surprised that the Leventi girl - the wealthiest house in Taengea - would go to such lengths to avoid spending coin. It was certainly not something he would have entertained, Achilleas too used to the ease of having wealth available to him. It made him regard Imma in a different light, the girl seeming somehow grounded and mature for her years, despite her innocence.
Her words pertaining to her freedom, and Theodora’s lack of it made him laugh again, for it was all too easy to envision such a scenario. “I have faced down hordes of enemies on the field of battle” he remarked dryly. “And yet somehow the threat of interrupting whatever these pre-wedding rituals are fills with me more dread. Perhaps Theo will just have to stay where she is for now.”
Achilleas craned his neck to check that his horse was still grazing quietly at the edge of the beach and had not abandoned him here, and once assured of the fact, turned back to the girl beside him. “So, besides painting and making illicit trips to the beach to harvest defenceless snails, where do your interests lie , Imma?”
Achilleas shot Imma a look, he could well imagine the complicated relationships between the five sisters, and he had absolutely no interest in stirring up any discord there. He’d had rather a steep learning curve over the past months as to how volatile women’s emotions could be, and thought of what it would be like with five...six of them if you counted the Lady Evelli- in one house had him ready to run a league in the opposite direction. Still, he had meant what he’d said about wanting to see some of Imma’s work. “Then we shall find some time for you show me” he said. “...probably after the wedding now” For much as he might have liked to, Achilleas had the feeling that it would not be so easy for him to slip away again.
There were things outside of the wedding that drew his attention too - such as how his cousins were faring in the palati, if they’d had any word from Stephanos. For a moment, Achilleas’ expression turned serious, for it were not as if Imma was immune to the tumult that had beset their families in recent weeks. Selene and Olympia were gone, suspicion fell upon the Leventi House for being so entangled in the flight of the disgraced King. He might have raised it, but not knowing how much the young woman was aware of Achilleas did not want to reveal anything unwittingly and so he held his silence. If she wanted to bring it up then he would speak to her, but it was not a subject he would initiate talk of, he decided.
The more detailed description of how Imma located the snails had Achilleas press his lips together. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to slide his foot over anything to discern if it were slimy or sharp, but now he’d said he would so the lord did exactly that, feeling pretty foolish as he did so. Just slimy. It also meant that his own balance was compromised placing his weight on one foot, which left the stabilising hand he had offered to the youngest Leventi girl less stabilising than he had hoped.
“This isn’t working” he said, as he wobbled a little on the rock underfoot. “Perhaps you look and just use me for balance” They would make for an odd picture to any who saw them otherwise, he thought. “How much paint will these yield?” the lord asked, eyeing those snails Imma had already collected. “And you mix it yourself?” It seemed a fairly hefty time investment, and he was surprised that the Leventi girl - the wealthiest house in Taengea - would go to such lengths to avoid spending coin. It was certainly not something he would have entertained, Achilleas too used to the ease of having wealth available to him. It made him regard Imma in a different light, the girl seeming somehow grounded and mature for her years, despite her innocence.
Her words pertaining to her freedom, and Theodora’s lack of it made him laugh again, for it was all too easy to envision such a scenario. “I have faced down hordes of enemies on the field of battle” he remarked dryly. “And yet somehow the threat of interrupting whatever these pre-wedding rituals are fills with me more dread. Perhaps Theo will just have to stay where she is for now.”
Achilleas craned his neck to check that his horse was still grazing quietly at the edge of the beach and had not abandoned him here, and once assured of the fact, turned back to the girl beside him. “So, besides painting and making illicit trips to the beach to harvest defenceless snails, where do your interests lie , Imma?”
There were times in her life where Imma genuinely envied men. Their ability to live as they wished without much cause for consequence. The lack of general drama that came with the life of a girl or woman… which only seemed to grow increasingly obnoxious as one grew older. If she’d had a choice she would have preferred to be a young lord and not a youngest lady in a house full of exceptional ladies. “I would like that. Perhaps I can even do a piece with you and Theo together. It would be a very handsome painting. The most glorious couple in all of Taengea.” Imma giggled at the thought then immediately thought better of it. Maybe she shouldn’t say those sorts of things out loud. After all Pia was the Queen and Stephanos the King, that should be a more glorious image. Somehow she doubted either would be too keen at the moment though. Not with all that was happening.
As far as that political intrigue was concerned, Imma didn’t know nearly enough to get involved. What she knew was minimal and she preferred to keep it that way. Honestly she didn’t want to believe the rumors about Stephanos or her sister for that matter. In her mind she could not imagine that they were guilty of anything, least of all a crime so wicked as murder. That was the sort of thing she imagined was better left to her Uncle, Father, and Mother. It was much easier for her to worry over things like painting her soon to be new family and collecting snails. It was a simple way of life but she was holding onto it for the moment and using it to guard herself from the depth of what might be true.
As she watched him wobble a bit on the rock she couldn’t help but laugh. At least it was a small little laugh at his expensive. “I would think you would have better balance than that, My Lord. You have had weapons training haven’t you? It might do you some good to learn to balance yourself with a single foot.” Giggling again she glanced down at the snails she had collected already before she offered the information he sought. “This will be enough for one painting if I carefully manage it. It has to be ground down and mixed with oil to make a paint.” When he asked the next question she wrinkled her nose the tiniest bit and gave him a humorously exaggerated look of offense. “Why is that so very hard to believe?” Oh she knew why. Because her family could buy just about anything they could want. That was her family though and Imma’s ability to buy whatever she wanted whenever she wanted was not entirely all encompassing. Besides she liked doing this. “Pride, Dear Achilleas. I would rather be responsible for every part of my work. Right down to the paint upon my canvas.”
Using him for stability she went back to fishing for snails. Sliding her right foot along the surface of the rock until she felt something solid against her toe. With a nudge it moved just a bit and she was convinced she’d found another. Releasing his hand she dipped down to pluck the snail out of the water. Holding it up to point the slick belly of the beast at him before she teased him about their family again. “Very smart man. Women fight dirty and have very few moral limitations. A man on the battlefield might cut you down, but a woman will make you suffer.” Giggling at the notion she dropped the snail into her chiton and stepped forward. Only in doing so she broke one of her cardinal rules. She lifted her foot a little too much and ended up touching down on something she hadn’t expected. At least it wasn’t a snail; though the fish didn’t seem to appreciate it.
The slick surface whipped under her foot as the fish propelled itself forward. It was just enough to throw her off and twist her about. In her head she had just enough time to acknowledge her panic before she felt herself lose that solid balance. Maybe she’d be lucky? Achilleas was a great deal bigger than her and in theory was there to help her stay up, right? So the choice to fall toward him was a semi-conscious one. One she might horribly regret, but one she made just the same. With any luck they would not both end up on their backsides in the rocks and sand. Oh and goddess please do not let either one of them end up with a snail secured to the meaty bits of their buttcheeks. That was a shame she would not be able to get past. Least of all so close to his wedding.
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There were times in her life where Imma genuinely envied men. Their ability to live as they wished without much cause for consequence. The lack of general drama that came with the life of a girl or woman… which only seemed to grow increasingly obnoxious as one grew older. If she’d had a choice she would have preferred to be a young lord and not a youngest lady in a house full of exceptional ladies. “I would like that. Perhaps I can even do a piece with you and Theo together. It would be a very handsome painting. The most glorious couple in all of Taengea.” Imma giggled at the thought then immediately thought better of it. Maybe she shouldn’t say those sorts of things out loud. After all Pia was the Queen and Stephanos the King, that should be a more glorious image. Somehow she doubted either would be too keen at the moment though. Not with all that was happening.
As far as that political intrigue was concerned, Imma didn’t know nearly enough to get involved. What she knew was minimal and she preferred to keep it that way. Honestly she didn’t want to believe the rumors about Stephanos or her sister for that matter. In her mind she could not imagine that they were guilty of anything, least of all a crime so wicked as murder. That was the sort of thing she imagined was better left to her Uncle, Father, and Mother. It was much easier for her to worry over things like painting her soon to be new family and collecting snails. It was a simple way of life but she was holding onto it for the moment and using it to guard herself from the depth of what might be true.
As she watched him wobble a bit on the rock she couldn’t help but laugh. At least it was a small little laugh at his expensive. “I would think you would have better balance than that, My Lord. You have had weapons training haven’t you? It might do you some good to learn to balance yourself with a single foot.” Giggling again she glanced down at the snails she had collected already before she offered the information he sought. “This will be enough for one painting if I carefully manage it. It has to be ground down and mixed with oil to make a paint.” When he asked the next question she wrinkled her nose the tiniest bit and gave him a humorously exaggerated look of offense. “Why is that so very hard to believe?” Oh she knew why. Because her family could buy just about anything they could want. That was her family though and Imma’s ability to buy whatever she wanted whenever she wanted was not entirely all encompassing. Besides she liked doing this. “Pride, Dear Achilleas. I would rather be responsible for every part of my work. Right down to the paint upon my canvas.”
Using him for stability she went back to fishing for snails. Sliding her right foot along the surface of the rock until she felt something solid against her toe. With a nudge it moved just a bit and she was convinced she’d found another. Releasing his hand she dipped down to pluck the snail out of the water. Holding it up to point the slick belly of the beast at him before she teased him about their family again. “Very smart man. Women fight dirty and have very few moral limitations. A man on the battlefield might cut you down, but a woman will make you suffer.” Giggling at the notion she dropped the snail into her chiton and stepped forward. Only in doing so she broke one of her cardinal rules. She lifted her foot a little too much and ended up touching down on something she hadn’t expected. At least it wasn’t a snail; though the fish didn’t seem to appreciate it.
The slick surface whipped under her foot as the fish propelled itself forward. It was just enough to throw her off and twist her about. In her head she had just enough time to acknowledge her panic before she felt herself lose that solid balance. Maybe she’d be lucky? Achilleas was a great deal bigger than her and in theory was there to help her stay up, right? So the choice to fall toward him was a semi-conscious one. One she might horribly regret, but one she made just the same. With any luck they would not both end up on their backsides in the rocks and sand. Oh and goddess please do not let either one of them end up with a snail secured to the meaty bits of their buttcheeks. That was a shame she would not be able to get past. Least of all so close to his wedding.
There were times in her life where Imma genuinely envied men. Their ability to live as they wished without much cause for consequence. The lack of general drama that came with the life of a girl or woman… which only seemed to grow increasingly obnoxious as one grew older. If she’d had a choice she would have preferred to be a young lord and not a youngest lady in a house full of exceptional ladies. “I would like that. Perhaps I can even do a piece with you and Theo together. It would be a very handsome painting. The most glorious couple in all of Taengea.” Imma giggled at the thought then immediately thought better of it. Maybe she shouldn’t say those sorts of things out loud. After all Pia was the Queen and Stephanos the King, that should be a more glorious image. Somehow she doubted either would be too keen at the moment though. Not with all that was happening.
As far as that political intrigue was concerned, Imma didn’t know nearly enough to get involved. What she knew was minimal and she preferred to keep it that way. Honestly she didn’t want to believe the rumors about Stephanos or her sister for that matter. In her mind she could not imagine that they were guilty of anything, least of all a crime so wicked as murder. That was the sort of thing she imagined was better left to her Uncle, Father, and Mother. It was much easier for her to worry over things like painting her soon to be new family and collecting snails. It was a simple way of life but she was holding onto it for the moment and using it to guard herself from the depth of what might be true.
As she watched him wobble a bit on the rock she couldn’t help but laugh. At least it was a small little laugh at his expensive. “I would think you would have better balance than that, My Lord. You have had weapons training haven’t you? It might do you some good to learn to balance yourself with a single foot.” Giggling again she glanced down at the snails she had collected already before she offered the information he sought. “This will be enough for one painting if I carefully manage it. It has to be ground down and mixed with oil to make a paint.” When he asked the next question she wrinkled her nose the tiniest bit and gave him a humorously exaggerated look of offense. “Why is that so very hard to believe?” Oh she knew why. Because her family could buy just about anything they could want. That was her family though and Imma’s ability to buy whatever she wanted whenever she wanted was not entirely all encompassing. Besides she liked doing this. “Pride, Dear Achilleas. I would rather be responsible for every part of my work. Right down to the paint upon my canvas.”
Using him for stability she went back to fishing for snails. Sliding her right foot along the surface of the rock until she felt something solid against her toe. With a nudge it moved just a bit and she was convinced she’d found another. Releasing his hand she dipped down to pluck the snail out of the water. Holding it up to point the slick belly of the beast at him before she teased him about their family again. “Very smart man. Women fight dirty and have very few moral limitations. A man on the battlefield might cut you down, but a woman will make you suffer.” Giggling at the notion she dropped the snail into her chiton and stepped forward. Only in doing so she broke one of her cardinal rules. She lifted her foot a little too much and ended up touching down on something she hadn’t expected. At least it wasn’t a snail; though the fish didn’t seem to appreciate it.
The slick surface whipped under her foot as the fish propelled itself forward. It was just enough to throw her off and twist her about. In her head she had just enough time to acknowledge her panic before she felt herself lose that solid balance. Maybe she’d be lucky? Achilleas was a great deal bigger than her and in theory was there to help her stay up, right? So the choice to fall toward him was a semi-conscious one. One she might horribly regret, but one she made just the same. With any luck they would not both end up on their backsides in the rocks and sand. Oh and goddess please do not let either one of them end up with a snail secured to the meaty bits of their buttcheeks. That was a shame she would not be able to get past. Least of all so close to his wedding.
Achilleas lifted a brow and shook his head slightly, half-amused, half-embarrassed by the compliment. “You are kind” he muttered, but then made no more mention of it, because his attention was rather stolen by doing as Imma had instructed and sliding his foot over one one the rocks hidden beneath the surf. The laugh he earned in his attempts and subsequent decision not to continue had the lord look momentarily affronted.
“Do you now disparage my martial skill too? When I am already shamed by my inadequacies in snail collecting? I am hurt, Imma.” His expressions said no such thing, rather he wore a smile as he stepped off the offending rock and back to the more stable sandy surface below. He wondered though, if there would be any benefit in running through drills that worked upon balance. Perhaps he would mention it to Krysto.
Upon hearing that the handful of snails the girl already held would serve for only one painting, Achilleas turned to look at the young Leventi. “You mean to say you must do this for every picture?” He supposed he had never given it much thought, but he was quietly impressed by Imma’s diligence even if he were not sure he would be able to summon the same level of commitment for artistic pursuits. “More credit to you then, my lady” he said honestly, as he offered his arm for her to continue.
Obviously well practiced at snail hunting, she had stooped and plucked another from the water, and Achilleas curled his lip when she brandished it at him, not liking either the spiny shell nor the sludgy looking mass of the creature’s body. She was clearly not squeamish. Nor was she shy, speaking her mind with as bluntly as he had come to know her sister to, and Achilleas wondered if this were a trait Evelli encouraged in her brood.
When he laughed at her rejoinder regarding their breaking Theodora out of her wedding related confinement, there was a brief widening of his eyes. Indeed, he had been coming to find himself less than expert in the strange ways in which women navigated life. Things that Theodora had seemed to take exception to, and the perplexing storm of emotions that followed..it made little sense to the man. Things with Briseis had been delightfully straight forward. Or were, up until he had put a stop to it and she had suddenly turned from sweet and accommodating into sulky and ever tearful. He felt bad about it still, but there was not exactly anything he could do.
Sidetracked by that line of thought, the lord was not paying much attention to his young charge, and so when she floundered, he only looked up in time to see her come tumbling toward him, snails and all. The Lord Mikaelidas was tall and solidly built, body hard with muscle cut through years of training and fighting. It should have been nothing to catch the girl as she fell, and would have been so, had it not been for the fact that they stood amongst the shallows, where sand and rock and water all muddled together to make an unforgiving terrain. He had taken half a step backwards to brace to catch her, an unconscious action but one that saw his foot set itself down on a sharp rock, and that was perhaps their undoing. Achilleas had snatched his foot back up just as Imma crashed into the breadth of his chest, and though his arms came around to steady her, his own balance was rather critically compromised. The warrior fought valiantly against the forces exerted against him but it was too much of an ask, and it seemed inevitable that they ended up landing with a wet thud on the sand.
Achilleas bit back on the curse that nearly escaped, because it had not been a gentle landing, and he was quick to untangle himself from the young woman, his expression a portrait of harried concern as he scrambled to his feet. “Gods Imma. Are you hurt?” He was pretty sure that was a snail spine sticking in his calf, and pulled it out with a scowl to let it fall onto the sand, before looking again to the young woman, his own discomfort paling into insignificance at the thought that Theo’s sister had come off worse in that inglorious tumble. Curse his luck. “Get up, let me take a look at you”
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Achilleas lifted a brow and shook his head slightly, half-amused, half-embarrassed by the compliment. “You are kind” he muttered, but then made no more mention of it, because his attention was rather stolen by doing as Imma had instructed and sliding his foot over one one the rocks hidden beneath the surf. The laugh he earned in his attempts and subsequent decision not to continue had the lord look momentarily affronted.
“Do you now disparage my martial skill too? When I am already shamed by my inadequacies in snail collecting? I am hurt, Imma.” His expressions said no such thing, rather he wore a smile as he stepped off the offending rock and back to the more stable sandy surface below. He wondered though, if there would be any benefit in running through drills that worked upon balance. Perhaps he would mention it to Krysto.
Upon hearing that the handful of snails the girl already held would serve for only one painting, Achilleas turned to look at the young Leventi. “You mean to say you must do this for every picture?” He supposed he had never given it much thought, but he was quietly impressed by Imma’s diligence even if he were not sure he would be able to summon the same level of commitment for artistic pursuits. “More credit to you then, my lady” he said honestly, as he offered his arm for her to continue.
Obviously well practiced at snail hunting, she had stooped and plucked another from the water, and Achilleas curled his lip when she brandished it at him, not liking either the spiny shell nor the sludgy looking mass of the creature’s body. She was clearly not squeamish. Nor was she shy, speaking her mind with as bluntly as he had come to know her sister to, and Achilleas wondered if this were a trait Evelli encouraged in her brood.
When he laughed at her rejoinder regarding their breaking Theodora out of her wedding related confinement, there was a brief widening of his eyes. Indeed, he had been coming to find himself less than expert in the strange ways in which women navigated life. Things that Theodora had seemed to take exception to, and the perplexing storm of emotions that followed..it made little sense to the man. Things with Briseis had been delightfully straight forward. Or were, up until he had put a stop to it and she had suddenly turned from sweet and accommodating into sulky and ever tearful. He felt bad about it still, but there was not exactly anything he could do.
Sidetracked by that line of thought, the lord was not paying much attention to his young charge, and so when she floundered, he only looked up in time to see her come tumbling toward him, snails and all. The Lord Mikaelidas was tall and solidly built, body hard with muscle cut through years of training and fighting. It should have been nothing to catch the girl as she fell, and would have been so, had it not been for the fact that they stood amongst the shallows, where sand and rock and water all muddled together to make an unforgiving terrain. He had taken half a step backwards to brace to catch her, an unconscious action but one that saw his foot set itself down on a sharp rock, and that was perhaps their undoing. Achilleas had snatched his foot back up just as Imma crashed into the breadth of his chest, and though his arms came around to steady her, his own balance was rather critically compromised. The warrior fought valiantly against the forces exerted against him but it was too much of an ask, and it seemed inevitable that they ended up landing with a wet thud on the sand.
Achilleas bit back on the curse that nearly escaped, because it had not been a gentle landing, and he was quick to untangle himself from the young woman, his expression a portrait of harried concern as he scrambled to his feet. “Gods Imma. Are you hurt?” He was pretty sure that was a snail spine sticking in his calf, and pulled it out with a scowl to let it fall onto the sand, before looking again to the young woman, his own discomfort paling into insignificance at the thought that Theo’s sister had come off worse in that inglorious tumble. Curse his luck. “Get up, let me take a look at you”
Achilleas lifted a brow and shook his head slightly, half-amused, half-embarrassed by the compliment. “You are kind” he muttered, but then made no more mention of it, because his attention was rather stolen by doing as Imma had instructed and sliding his foot over one one the rocks hidden beneath the surf. The laugh he earned in his attempts and subsequent decision not to continue had the lord look momentarily affronted.
“Do you now disparage my martial skill too? When I am already shamed by my inadequacies in snail collecting? I am hurt, Imma.” His expressions said no such thing, rather he wore a smile as he stepped off the offending rock and back to the more stable sandy surface below. He wondered though, if there would be any benefit in running through drills that worked upon balance. Perhaps he would mention it to Krysto.
Upon hearing that the handful of snails the girl already held would serve for only one painting, Achilleas turned to look at the young Leventi. “You mean to say you must do this for every picture?” He supposed he had never given it much thought, but he was quietly impressed by Imma’s diligence even if he were not sure he would be able to summon the same level of commitment for artistic pursuits. “More credit to you then, my lady” he said honestly, as he offered his arm for her to continue.
Obviously well practiced at snail hunting, she had stooped and plucked another from the water, and Achilleas curled his lip when she brandished it at him, not liking either the spiny shell nor the sludgy looking mass of the creature’s body. She was clearly not squeamish. Nor was she shy, speaking her mind with as bluntly as he had come to know her sister to, and Achilleas wondered if this were a trait Evelli encouraged in her brood.
When he laughed at her rejoinder regarding their breaking Theodora out of her wedding related confinement, there was a brief widening of his eyes. Indeed, he had been coming to find himself less than expert in the strange ways in which women navigated life. Things that Theodora had seemed to take exception to, and the perplexing storm of emotions that followed..it made little sense to the man. Things with Briseis had been delightfully straight forward. Or were, up until he had put a stop to it and she had suddenly turned from sweet and accommodating into sulky and ever tearful. He felt bad about it still, but there was not exactly anything he could do.
Sidetracked by that line of thought, the lord was not paying much attention to his young charge, and so when she floundered, he only looked up in time to see her come tumbling toward him, snails and all. The Lord Mikaelidas was tall and solidly built, body hard with muscle cut through years of training and fighting. It should have been nothing to catch the girl as she fell, and would have been so, had it not been for the fact that they stood amongst the shallows, where sand and rock and water all muddled together to make an unforgiving terrain. He had taken half a step backwards to brace to catch her, an unconscious action but one that saw his foot set itself down on a sharp rock, and that was perhaps their undoing. Achilleas had snatched his foot back up just as Imma crashed into the breadth of his chest, and though his arms came around to steady her, his own balance was rather critically compromised. The warrior fought valiantly against the forces exerted against him but it was too much of an ask, and it seemed inevitable that they ended up landing with a wet thud on the sand.
Achilleas bit back on the curse that nearly escaped, because it had not been a gentle landing, and he was quick to untangle himself from the young woman, his expression a portrait of harried concern as he scrambled to his feet. “Gods Imma. Are you hurt?” He was pretty sure that was a snail spine sticking in his calf, and pulled it out with a scowl to let it fall onto the sand, before looking again to the young woman, his own discomfort paling into insignificance at the thought that Theo’s sister had come off worse in that inglorious tumble. Curse his luck. “Get up, let me take a look at you”
Imma couldn’t really keep herself from letting her gaze continuously return to Achilleas as he focused on the task at hand. The first time she’d seen him had been years ago but she had always been quite taken with him. He was so handsome and kind. Theo was luckier than she knew. That he seemed to have a good humor to further compliment his attributes only further enamored her. “Oh goodness no… I would certainly never do that. I would never say you are anything but entirely adequate in every way.” While there was certainly a hammed up humor in her tone of voice, there was a great deal of truth to it as well. After all one did not easily discourage or degrade the people whom they were smitten with. While she might playfully tease him she would never truly speak ill of him or his abilities.
When he questioned her she simply giggled, blushing pink as she was able once more. “I suppose I am lucky that I enjoy it as I do. The first time I was a little squeamish. It was uncomfortable and slimy… I got used to it though. Now, I find I rather enjoy it.” The alone time and the ocean itself were all beloved. If she had to handle some yucky snails to make an excuse to be there, well then so be it. This absence of solitude was nice though. Being around him and enjoying his company. It was almost too easy for her to imagine what it might be like to be in Theo’s sandals. To be the one whom he was betrothed to. Spending their time in sublime privacy. His laughter made her giggle until she felt slightly lightheaded. Oh goddess help her she was absolutely doe eyed.
Maybe if she had not been so damn taken with her company then she wouldn’t have forgotten herself and ended up walking on a fish. Certainly she would have been a great deal more focused than she actually was. Whatever the cause she found herself plowing into him and despite his size and strength they began to fall. The splash sent the shallow water spraying upward to drive a squeal from her lips before she hit the ground. That she’d landed against him first was a bit of a curse and a blessing, it softened a bit of her fall but it also meant they ended in a bit of a tangle of limbs and fabric. Not to mention snails, rocks, sand, and water. The way he scrambled to get up and away made her panic a little, bumping against one unfortunate surface after another.
“Achilleas…” The first little exhale of his name was lost between his words. Staying where she was in the water for a moment she watched him pluck the bit of shell from his calf and scowl before his attention was right back upon her again. The pain of the fall really hadn’t registered yet, not fully anyway. There was a little too much adrenaline for that. Furrowing her brow she turned her attention instead to a snail trying to flee from the scene. Grabbing it she noticed the bloody surface of her palm and frowned. Well she was not going to let all this work go to waste. Grabbing at the snails she tossed them out onto the beach one by one. They wouldn’t be able to crawl away easily. At least not fast enough to escape. Wincing a little at the burning sensation of salt water against her hand.
“Achilleas calm down…” She didn’t get up just yet. Not until she had all her snails properly thrown onto the beach. Once that was settled she pushed herself carefully up and out of the water. Listening to the excess cascade downward from the not saturated fabric of her chiton. As the material stuck to her body she hissed softly. The outside of her left hip and thigh felt like it was on fire. Which she assumed meant it was every bit as bloody and scuffed as her hand was. Taking a deep breath she pushed it out again in a heavy sigh before she offered the best smile she was able. “I am okay… really…” A little battered and bruised maybe, but she would live. It wasn’t the worst damage she had done to herself.
The state she was in only really began to register as she lifted her gaze to look his way once more. Taking in the way his clothing molded against his frame. Oh sweet aphrodite you are a terrible and wonderful goddess of lustful indecency. Staring her jaw slackened and her mouth widened for a moment before she snapped it shut. “I should go…” Trudging through the shallows she could feel the material clinging to her like a second skin. It made her blush from one ear to the next, down her neck, and across her chest. The screaming pain in her thigh and the growing patch of red were the least of her concerns. Lowering her eyes from him as her heart hammered in her chest. Marching through the sand she took a few steps before she started zigzagging about to grab snails. God damn it she would be damned if she made a fool of herself, injured herself, and left behind her stupid shells.
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Imma couldn’t really keep herself from letting her gaze continuously return to Achilleas as he focused on the task at hand. The first time she’d seen him had been years ago but she had always been quite taken with him. He was so handsome and kind. Theo was luckier than she knew. That he seemed to have a good humor to further compliment his attributes only further enamored her. “Oh goodness no… I would certainly never do that. I would never say you are anything but entirely adequate in every way.” While there was certainly a hammed up humor in her tone of voice, there was a great deal of truth to it as well. After all one did not easily discourage or degrade the people whom they were smitten with. While she might playfully tease him she would never truly speak ill of him or his abilities.
When he questioned her she simply giggled, blushing pink as she was able once more. “I suppose I am lucky that I enjoy it as I do. The first time I was a little squeamish. It was uncomfortable and slimy… I got used to it though. Now, I find I rather enjoy it.” The alone time and the ocean itself were all beloved. If she had to handle some yucky snails to make an excuse to be there, well then so be it. This absence of solitude was nice though. Being around him and enjoying his company. It was almost too easy for her to imagine what it might be like to be in Theo’s sandals. To be the one whom he was betrothed to. Spending their time in sublime privacy. His laughter made her giggle until she felt slightly lightheaded. Oh goddess help her she was absolutely doe eyed.
Maybe if she had not been so damn taken with her company then she wouldn’t have forgotten herself and ended up walking on a fish. Certainly she would have been a great deal more focused than she actually was. Whatever the cause she found herself plowing into him and despite his size and strength they began to fall. The splash sent the shallow water spraying upward to drive a squeal from her lips before she hit the ground. That she’d landed against him first was a bit of a curse and a blessing, it softened a bit of her fall but it also meant they ended in a bit of a tangle of limbs and fabric. Not to mention snails, rocks, sand, and water. The way he scrambled to get up and away made her panic a little, bumping against one unfortunate surface after another.
“Achilleas…” The first little exhale of his name was lost between his words. Staying where she was in the water for a moment she watched him pluck the bit of shell from his calf and scowl before his attention was right back upon her again. The pain of the fall really hadn’t registered yet, not fully anyway. There was a little too much adrenaline for that. Furrowing her brow she turned her attention instead to a snail trying to flee from the scene. Grabbing it she noticed the bloody surface of her palm and frowned. Well she was not going to let all this work go to waste. Grabbing at the snails she tossed them out onto the beach one by one. They wouldn’t be able to crawl away easily. At least not fast enough to escape. Wincing a little at the burning sensation of salt water against her hand.
“Achilleas calm down…” She didn’t get up just yet. Not until she had all her snails properly thrown onto the beach. Once that was settled she pushed herself carefully up and out of the water. Listening to the excess cascade downward from the not saturated fabric of her chiton. As the material stuck to her body she hissed softly. The outside of her left hip and thigh felt like it was on fire. Which she assumed meant it was every bit as bloody and scuffed as her hand was. Taking a deep breath she pushed it out again in a heavy sigh before she offered the best smile she was able. “I am okay… really…” A little battered and bruised maybe, but she would live. It wasn’t the worst damage she had done to herself.
The state she was in only really began to register as she lifted her gaze to look his way once more. Taking in the way his clothing molded against his frame. Oh sweet aphrodite you are a terrible and wonderful goddess of lustful indecency. Staring her jaw slackened and her mouth widened for a moment before she snapped it shut. “I should go…” Trudging through the shallows she could feel the material clinging to her like a second skin. It made her blush from one ear to the next, down her neck, and across her chest. The screaming pain in her thigh and the growing patch of red were the least of her concerns. Lowering her eyes from him as her heart hammered in her chest. Marching through the sand she took a few steps before she started zigzagging about to grab snails. God damn it she would be damned if she made a fool of herself, injured herself, and left behind her stupid shells.
Imma couldn’t really keep herself from letting her gaze continuously return to Achilleas as he focused on the task at hand. The first time she’d seen him had been years ago but she had always been quite taken with him. He was so handsome and kind. Theo was luckier than she knew. That he seemed to have a good humor to further compliment his attributes only further enamored her. “Oh goodness no… I would certainly never do that. I would never say you are anything but entirely adequate in every way.” While there was certainly a hammed up humor in her tone of voice, there was a great deal of truth to it as well. After all one did not easily discourage or degrade the people whom they were smitten with. While she might playfully tease him she would never truly speak ill of him or his abilities.
When he questioned her she simply giggled, blushing pink as she was able once more. “I suppose I am lucky that I enjoy it as I do. The first time I was a little squeamish. It was uncomfortable and slimy… I got used to it though. Now, I find I rather enjoy it.” The alone time and the ocean itself were all beloved. If she had to handle some yucky snails to make an excuse to be there, well then so be it. This absence of solitude was nice though. Being around him and enjoying his company. It was almost too easy for her to imagine what it might be like to be in Theo’s sandals. To be the one whom he was betrothed to. Spending their time in sublime privacy. His laughter made her giggle until she felt slightly lightheaded. Oh goddess help her she was absolutely doe eyed.
Maybe if she had not been so damn taken with her company then she wouldn’t have forgotten herself and ended up walking on a fish. Certainly she would have been a great deal more focused than she actually was. Whatever the cause she found herself plowing into him and despite his size and strength they began to fall. The splash sent the shallow water spraying upward to drive a squeal from her lips before she hit the ground. That she’d landed against him first was a bit of a curse and a blessing, it softened a bit of her fall but it also meant they ended in a bit of a tangle of limbs and fabric. Not to mention snails, rocks, sand, and water. The way he scrambled to get up and away made her panic a little, bumping against one unfortunate surface after another.
“Achilleas…” The first little exhale of his name was lost between his words. Staying where she was in the water for a moment she watched him pluck the bit of shell from his calf and scowl before his attention was right back upon her again. The pain of the fall really hadn’t registered yet, not fully anyway. There was a little too much adrenaline for that. Furrowing her brow she turned her attention instead to a snail trying to flee from the scene. Grabbing it she noticed the bloody surface of her palm and frowned. Well she was not going to let all this work go to waste. Grabbing at the snails she tossed them out onto the beach one by one. They wouldn’t be able to crawl away easily. At least not fast enough to escape. Wincing a little at the burning sensation of salt water against her hand.
“Achilleas calm down…” She didn’t get up just yet. Not until she had all her snails properly thrown onto the beach. Once that was settled she pushed herself carefully up and out of the water. Listening to the excess cascade downward from the not saturated fabric of her chiton. As the material stuck to her body she hissed softly. The outside of her left hip and thigh felt like it was on fire. Which she assumed meant it was every bit as bloody and scuffed as her hand was. Taking a deep breath she pushed it out again in a heavy sigh before she offered the best smile she was able. “I am okay… really…” A little battered and bruised maybe, but she would live. It wasn’t the worst damage she had done to herself.
The state she was in only really began to register as she lifted her gaze to look his way once more. Taking in the way his clothing molded against his frame. Oh sweet aphrodite you are a terrible and wonderful goddess of lustful indecency. Staring her jaw slackened and her mouth widened for a moment before she snapped it shut. “I should go…” Trudging through the shallows she could feel the material clinging to her like a second skin. It made her blush from one ear to the next, down her neck, and across her chest. The screaming pain in her thigh and the growing patch of red were the least of her concerns. Lowering her eyes from him as her heart hammered in her chest. Marching through the sand she took a few steps before she started zigzagging about to grab snails. God damn it she would be damned if she made a fool of herself, injured herself, and left behind her stupid shells.
Having seen his fair share of it spilled, and been responsible for it too, Achilleas was not bothered by blood. He did not however, like to see it on a young woman he felt some kind of responsibility towards and as he got to his feet and looked down at where Imma rummaged for those damnable snails, his brow creased in dismay. Calm down? How he was supposed to explain returning the Levenenti’s youngest daughter to them bloodied and sodden he did not know. Achilleas fretted.
“What are you doing? Leave the snails, you’re bleeding” He sidestepped neatly as she cast one of the spiney creatures toward him without looking, and then bent to offer her a hand up, not noticing her momentary wide eyed appraisal, or at least having the decency to pretend not to notice.
But Imma seemed to have other ideas other than him helping her to her feet, and mumbling something about going, she actually began to walk away, leaving the lord staring after her a moment.
Achilleas blinked, shook his head in disbelief. As if he would just let her go in the state she was in. “Just hold on” he said, starting after her, making a very quick assessment and sighing when he saw the state of her chiton. He was limping slightly, but it didnt seem to phase him at all, and soon he was by Imma’s side, gently catching hold of her arm and drawing her to a halt as he looked down on her with a serious expression.
“ You appear to be working under the misapprehension that I’m about to leave you to stagger home alone in this condition” he said firmly, fixing her with a this shall not be argued kind of glare. Instead, Achilleas lead her towards where he his horse was tethered, having stopped its grazing to watch the two bedraggled humans with some curiosity.
“Sit down a moment” he said, gesturing for Imma to do just that, and then he bent to pick up his boots from where they lay discarded on the sand, pulled them on with a wince. Next to where they had been left there was an equally carelessly discarded himation, and this the lord picked up, shook out and then offered to the young lady Leventi with a rather chagrined look at her soaked and crumpled attire.
“I’m sorry, it’s all I have” Achilleas said, cursing his leaving in such a hurry as he thought of a dozen things that would have been handy to have with him now. Crouching beside the blonde, he turned her hand over to inspect the damage to her palm, relieved to see it was nothing more than a graze. It would sting, he was sure, but she was not about to bleed out on him.
“Are you hurt anywhere else? Anything serious that cannot wait for me to get you home?”
Glancing at her from beneath a raised brow, Achilleas was hoping against hope she was going to say no. He had nothing with him to wrap wounds with, save shredding his own shirt, nor did he want to have to explain any more grave hurts. It was bad enough as it was.
Once she had put his mind to rest - as much as possible, in the circumstances - the lord Mikaelidas untethered his horse and led the beast over to where Imma was sat. There was no saddle upon the shiny chestnut coat, Achilleas had no need and had left without much forethought, but he hoped a Leventi was comfortable enough around horses to stay aboard without one.
“Come on” he urged. “You ride, I’ll walk. We can decide exactly how we explain this to your mother on the way back” He wasted no time then in wrapping his hands about her waist to lift her up on the horse, turning away so she could get herself settled and preserve her modesty as best as she was able and busying himself gathering up the scattered spoils of Imma’s hard work. Gods forbid they left the snails.
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Having seen his fair share of it spilled, and been responsible for it too, Achilleas was not bothered by blood. He did not however, like to see it on a young woman he felt some kind of responsibility towards and as he got to his feet and looked down at where Imma rummaged for those damnable snails, his brow creased in dismay. Calm down? How he was supposed to explain returning the Levenenti’s youngest daughter to them bloodied and sodden he did not know. Achilleas fretted.
“What are you doing? Leave the snails, you’re bleeding” He sidestepped neatly as she cast one of the spiney creatures toward him without looking, and then bent to offer her a hand up, not noticing her momentary wide eyed appraisal, or at least having the decency to pretend not to notice.
But Imma seemed to have other ideas other than him helping her to her feet, and mumbling something about going, she actually began to walk away, leaving the lord staring after her a moment.
Achilleas blinked, shook his head in disbelief. As if he would just let her go in the state she was in. “Just hold on” he said, starting after her, making a very quick assessment and sighing when he saw the state of her chiton. He was limping slightly, but it didnt seem to phase him at all, and soon he was by Imma’s side, gently catching hold of her arm and drawing her to a halt as he looked down on her with a serious expression.
“ You appear to be working under the misapprehension that I’m about to leave you to stagger home alone in this condition” he said firmly, fixing her with a this shall not be argued kind of glare. Instead, Achilleas lead her towards where he his horse was tethered, having stopped its grazing to watch the two bedraggled humans with some curiosity.
“Sit down a moment” he said, gesturing for Imma to do just that, and then he bent to pick up his boots from where they lay discarded on the sand, pulled them on with a wince. Next to where they had been left there was an equally carelessly discarded himation, and this the lord picked up, shook out and then offered to the young lady Leventi with a rather chagrined look at her soaked and crumpled attire.
“I’m sorry, it’s all I have” Achilleas said, cursing his leaving in such a hurry as he thought of a dozen things that would have been handy to have with him now. Crouching beside the blonde, he turned her hand over to inspect the damage to her palm, relieved to see it was nothing more than a graze. It would sting, he was sure, but she was not about to bleed out on him.
“Are you hurt anywhere else? Anything serious that cannot wait for me to get you home?”
Glancing at her from beneath a raised brow, Achilleas was hoping against hope she was going to say no. He had nothing with him to wrap wounds with, save shredding his own shirt, nor did he want to have to explain any more grave hurts. It was bad enough as it was.
Once she had put his mind to rest - as much as possible, in the circumstances - the lord Mikaelidas untethered his horse and led the beast over to where Imma was sat. There was no saddle upon the shiny chestnut coat, Achilleas had no need and had left without much forethought, but he hoped a Leventi was comfortable enough around horses to stay aboard without one.
“Come on” he urged. “You ride, I’ll walk. We can decide exactly how we explain this to your mother on the way back” He wasted no time then in wrapping his hands about her waist to lift her up on the horse, turning away so she could get herself settled and preserve her modesty as best as she was able and busying himself gathering up the scattered spoils of Imma’s hard work. Gods forbid they left the snails.
Having seen his fair share of it spilled, and been responsible for it too, Achilleas was not bothered by blood. He did not however, like to see it on a young woman he felt some kind of responsibility towards and as he got to his feet and looked down at where Imma rummaged for those damnable snails, his brow creased in dismay. Calm down? How he was supposed to explain returning the Levenenti’s youngest daughter to them bloodied and sodden he did not know. Achilleas fretted.
“What are you doing? Leave the snails, you’re bleeding” He sidestepped neatly as she cast one of the spiney creatures toward him without looking, and then bent to offer her a hand up, not noticing her momentary wide eyed appraisal, or at least having the decency to pretend not to notice.
But Imma seemed to have other ideas other than him helping her to her feet, and mumbling something about going, she actually began to walk away, leaving the lord staring after her a moment.
Achilleas blinked, shook his head in disbelief. As if he would just let her go in the state she was in. “Just hold on” he said, starting after her, making a very quick assessment and sighing when he saw the state of her chiton. He was limping slightly, but it didnt seem to phase him at all, and soon he was by Imma’s side, gently catching hold of her arm and drawing her to a halt as he looked down on her with a serious expression.
“ You appear to be working under the misapprehension that I’m about to leave you to stagger home alone in this condition” he said firmly, fixing her with a this shall not be argued kind of glare. Instead, Achilleas lead her towards where he his horse was tethered, having stopped its grazing to watch the two bedraggled humans with some curiosity.
“Sit down a moment” he said, gesturing for Imma to do just that, and then he bent to pick up his boots from where they lay discarded on the sand, pulled them on with a wince. Next to where they had been left there was an equally carelessly discarded himation, and this the lord picked up, shook out and then offered to the young lady Leventi with a rather chagrined look at her soaked and crumpled attire.
“I’m sorry, it’s all I have” Achilleas said, cursing his leaving in such a hurry as he thought of a dozen things that would have been handy to have with him now. Crouching beside the blonde, he turned her hand over to inspect the damage to her palm, relieved to see it was nothing more than a graze. It would sting, he was sure, but she was not about to bleed out on him.
“Are you hurt anywhere else? Anything serious that cannot wait for me to get you home?”
Glancing at her from beneath a raised brow, Achilleas was hoping against hope she was going to say no. He had nothing with him to wrap wounds with, save shredding his own shirt, nor did he want to have to explain any more grave hurts. It was bad enough as it was.
Once she had put his mind to rest - as much as possible, in the circumstances - the lord Mikaelidas untethered his horse and led the beast over to where Imma was sat. There was no saddle upon the shiny chestnut coat, Achilleas had no need and had left without much forethought, but he hoped a Leventi was comfortable enough around horses to stay aboard without one.
“Come on” he urged. “You ride, I’ll walk. We can decide exactly how we explain this to your mother on the way back” He wasted no time then in wrapping his hands about her waist to lift her up on the horse, turning away so she could get herself settled and preserve her modesty as best as she was able and busying himself gathering up the scattered spoils of Imma’s hard work. Gods forbid they left the snails.
It surprised her on some minor level how quickly things could go from casual and chatty to rather imposing and tense. Achilleas seemed rather frazzled by the fact that she was injured. So much so in fact that he was telling her to give up her precious cargo. Which earned him a slight narrowing of her eyes and quick enough shake of her head to send the wet tendrils of her hair slapping against her neck and cheeks. “Absolutely not. It is not that much blood. It isn’t as though I will die from a little scrape or two. I worked too hard to just leave them behind. Do not be ridiculous, Achilleas.” Who was really being ridiculous here? That was a question best left to someone who was not in either of their places. Ridiculous or not he was still glorious. Blessed indeed… if anyone was blessed she was assuming it was him. Apollo’s own golden touch right there on his coppery skin.
Best to just collect her snails and be on her way before she or he did something stupid. As he took her by the arm she felt a little spark of excitement prickle up across her nerves. As quickly as it began, however, it subsided again. The look on his face was not all that pleasant. He seemed a bit put off by the fact that she was ready to just grab her things and wander on home. Glancing down at her condition she felt a pang of tension knot within her stomach. Turning slightly she kept herself angled away from him to detract from the fact that her chiton was plastered to her body and wasn’t exactly opaque any longer. While she did not agree per say she did give in and made her way to where he led with a limp of her own. One that she could assume was overlooked because of his own.
Sitting down slowly she bit down on the inside of her cheek to keep herself from groaning in pain. The longer she went on the more her thigh actually hurt. Turning slightly she angled herself to sit more upon the opposite hip so she could look down at her thigh. The material was torn a bit and she could see some of the damage done, but not all of it. By the looks of it that was where she’d hit the rock. It would likely be bruised black and purple within the next hour or so, with a nice smattering of scrapes to make it look all the more gruesome. Thankfully is was the sort of thing she could hide. As he returned and offered her something to cover up she took it without question. “Thank you… please do not apologize. You have done nothing wrong.” Sliding it on she covered some of the mess, even if it would not cover everything it was a good start.
Freezing up as he took her hand once more she glanced down to where he held it, feeling that quickening of her pulse once more. When he asked his next question her brows bucked upward but she didn’t answer him. Yes. Yes she was hurt elsewhere. Telling him that though seemed utterly out of the question. Though in her mind she did humor the idea of rolling to expose her thigh and dragging the hemline of her chiton up her leg. Maybe if he had not been betrothed to her sister and set to marry within the next week, then she would have done it. Just to know what it might feel like to make him look. To see if he even would look. Keeping her mouth shut she simply shook her head, silently denying any further damage. Even if she knew it was there, it simply wasn’t appropriate to share.
Maybe she would regret it later. Not indulging her own whims. Then again maybe she would feel a great deal better about behaving when it was all said and done. He was to be her brother in law after all. That was as good a reason as any to let her childhood crush go. As he led the horse over she got back up to her feet. Bracing herself with one hand to avoid putting too much pressure on her leg. When he got back she nodded in agreement. “Alright. I mean you could just let me sneak back in again. I am sure they won’t even notice. I can just tell her I fell. It wouldn’t be unbelievable.” The help up was appreciated and surprisingly did not make her squirm excitedly. Though if she stopped to think about him touching her waist she might have done so. Honestly she was too busy working to find a comfortable position on the horse that did not make her hip and thigh feel as though they were being cut open.
With a bit of effort she managed to find a suitable position, one she thought was bost modest and only moderately uncomfortable. As soon as she was settled she found herself smiling faintly as he wandered about to collect her snails. “Thank you.” The gratitude was for his efforts in collecting her spoils, but it extended to just about everything else. “You know I did not get the opportunity to ask if you are alright. You’re limping. You were so worried about me, are you certain that you will live? I should hate to think I damaged you beyond repair so soon before your wedding.”
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It surprised her on some minor level how quickly things could go from casual and chatty to rather imposing and tense. Achilleas seemed rather frazzled by the fact that she was injured. So much so in fact that he was telling her to give up her precious cargo. Which earned him a slight narrowing of her eyes and quick enough shake of her head to send the wet tendrils of her hair slapping against her neck and cheeks. “Absolutely not. It is not that much blood. It isn’t as though I will die from a little scrape or two. I worked too hard to just leave them behind. Do not be ridiculous, Achilleas.” Who was really being ridiculous here? That was a question best left to someone who was not in either of their places. Ridiculous or not he was still glorious. Blessed indeed… if anyone was blessed she was assuming it was him. Apollo’s own golden touch right there on his coppery skin.
Best to just collect her snails and be on her way before she or he did something stupid. As he took her by the arm she felt a little spark of excitement prickle up across her nerves. As quickly as it began, however, it subsided again. The look on his face was not all that pleasant. He seemed a bit put off by the fact that she was ready to just grab her things and wander on home. Glancing down at her condition she felt a pang of tension knot within her stomach. Turning slightly she kept herself angled away from him to detract from the fact that her chiton was plastered to her body and wasn’t exactly opaque any longer. While she did not agree per say she did give in and made her way to where he led with a limp of her own. One that she could assume was overlooked because of his own.
Sitting down slowly she bit down on the inside of her cheek to keep herself from groaning in pain. The longer she went on the more her thigh actually hurt. Turning slightly she angled herself to sit more upon the opposite hip so she could look down at her thigh. The material was torn a bit and she could see some of the damage done, but not all of it. By the looks of it that was where she’d hit the rock. It would likely be bruised black and purple within the next hour or so, with a nice smattering of scrapes to make it look all the more gruesome. Thankfully is was the sort of thing she could hide. As he returned and offered her something to cover up she took it without question. “Thank you… please do not apologize. You have done nothing wrong.” Sliding it on she covered some of the mess, even if it would not cover everything it was a good start.
Freezing up as he took her hand once more she glanced down to where he held it, feeling that quickening of her pulse once more. When he asked his next question her brows bucked upward but she didn’t answer him. Yes. Yes she was hurt elsewhere. Telling him that though seemed utterly out of the question. Though in her mind she did humor the idea of rolling to expose her thigh and dragging the hemline of her chiton up her leg. Maybe if he had not been betrothed to her sister and set to marry within the next week, then she would have done it. Just to know what it might feel like to make him look. To see if he even would look. Keeping her mouth shut she simply shook her head, silently denying any further damage. Even if she knew it was there, it simply wasn’t appropriate to share.
Maybe she would regret it later. Not indulging her own whims. Then again maybe she would feel a great deal better about behaving when it was all said and done. He was to be her brother in law after all. That was as good a reason as any to let her childhood crush go. As he led the horse over she got back up to her feet. Bracing herself with one hand to avoid putting too much pressure on her leg. When he got back she nodded in agreement. “Alright. I mean you could just let me sneak back in again. I am sure they won’t even notice. I can just tell her I fell. It wouldn’t be unbelievable.” The help up was appreciated and surprisingly did not make her squirm excitedly. Though if she stopped to think about him touching her waist she might have done so. Honestly she was too busy working to find a comfortable position on the horse that did not make her hip and thigh feel as though they were being cut open.
With a bit of effort she managed to find a suitable position, one she thought was bost modest and only moderately uncomfortable. As soon as she was settled she found herself smiling faintly as he wandered about to collect her snails. “Thank you.” The gratitude was for his efforts in collecting her spoils, but it extended to just about everything else. “You know I did not get the opportunity to ask if you are alright. You’re limping. You were so worried about me, are you certain that you will live? I should hate to think I damaged you beyond repair so soon before your wedding.”
It surprised her on some minor level how quickly things could go from casual and chatty to rather imposing and tense. Achilleas seemed rather frazzled by the fact that she was injured. So much so in fact that he was telling her to give up her precious cargo. Which earned him a slight narrowing of her eyes and quick enough shake of her head to send the wet tendrils of her hair slapping against her neck and cheeks. “Absolutely not. It is not that much blood. It isn’t as though I will die from a little scrape or two. I worked too hard to just leave them behind. Do not be ridiculous, Achilleas.” Who was really being ridiculous here? That was a question best left to someone who was not in either of their places. Ridiculous or not he was still glorious. Blessed indeed… if anyone was blessed she was assuming it was him. Apollo’s own golden touch right there on his coppery skin.
Best to just collect her snails and be on her way before she or he did something stupid. As he took her by the arm she felt a little spark of excitement prickle up across her nerves. As quickly as it began, however, it subsided again. The look on his face was not all that pleasant. He seemed a bit put off by the fact that she was ready to just grab her things and wander on home. Glancing down at her condition she felt a pang of tension knot within her stomach. Turning slightly she kept herself angled away from him to detract from the fact that her chiton was plastered to her body and wasn’t exactly opaque any longer. While she did not agree per say she did give in and made her way to where he led with a limp of her own. One that she could assume was overlooked because of his own.
Sitting down slowly she bit down on the inside of her cheek to keep herself from groaning in pain. The longer she went on the more her thigh actually hurt. Turning slightly she angled herself to sit more upon the opposite hip so she could look down at her thigh. The material was torn a bit and she could see some of the damage done, but not all of it. By the looks of it that was where she’d hit the rock. It would likely be bruised black and purple within the next hour or so, with a nice smattering of scrapes to make it look all the more gruesome. Thankfully is was the sort of thing she could hide. As he returned and offered her something to cover up she took it without question. “Thank you… please do not apologize. You have done nothing wrong.” Sliding it on she covered some of the mess, even if it would not cover everything it was a good start.
Freezing up as he took her hand once more she glanced down to where he held it, feeling that quickening of her pulse once more. When he asked his next question her brows bucked upward but she didn’t answer him. Yes. Yes she was hurt elsewhere. Telling him that though seemed utterly out of the question. Though in her mind she did humor the idea of rolling to expose her thigh and dragging the hemline of her chiton up her leg. Maybe if he had not been betrothed to her sister and set to marry within the next week, then she would have done it. Just to know what it might feel like to make him look. To see if he even would look. Keeping her mouth shut she simply shook her head, silently denying any further damage. Even if she knew it was there, it simply wasn’t appropriate to share.
Maybe she would regret it later. Not indulging her own whims. Then again maybe she would feel a great deal better about behaving when it was all said and done. He was to be her brother in law after all. That was as good a reason as any to let her childhood crush go. As he led the horse over she got back up to her feet. Bracing herself with one hand to avoid putting too much pressure on her leg. When he got back she nodded in agreement. “Alright. I mean you could just let me sneak back in again. I am sure they won’t even notice. I can just tell her I fell. It wouldn’t be unbelievable.” The help up was appreciated and surprisingly did not make her squirm excitedly. Though if she stopped to think about him touching her waist she might have done so. Honestly she was too busy working to find a comfortable position on the horse that did not make her hip and thigh feel as though they were being cut open.
With a bit of effort she managed to find a suitable position, one she thought was bost modest and only moderately uncomfortable. As soon as she was settled she found herself smiling faintly as he wandered about to collect her snails. “Thank you.” The gratitude was for his efforts in collecting her spoils, but it extended to just about everything else. “You know I did not get the opportunity to ask if you are alright. You’re limping. You were so worried about me, are you certain that you will live? I should hate to think I damaged you beyond repair so soon before your wedding.”
The lord frowned a little at the unexpected show of stubborness from the young girl. He was not much used to having people disagree with him when he told them do something: perhaps it was a trait limited to the Leventi girls? “Ridiculous? We’ll see who your parents think is being ridiculous” he muttered, as she reluctantly acquiesced and let him lead her back across the sand.
He felt marginally better when she had cloaked herself in the himation, and once he was assured that it was just a case of bumps and bruises. Achilleas had fixed her with a level stare when she shook her head and opened his mouth as if to press her. He had seen where her chiton had torn on the rocks and the very careful way she lowered herself to the ground. But he was torn. It was not proper at all for him to see her in such a state, even being betrothed to her sister as he was. They were still unaccompanied, and for Imma to be hoiking up her gown to show him some injury to her hip or thigh..
No. No it was better that she just wait to be attended to at home.
And Achilleas could not deny that there was something appealing in the notion of leaving Imma at the edge of her family’s home and avoiding the awkwardness of explaining this all away. But he knew he would not be able to do it, and so shook his head, his expression softening a little as he helped her to her feet.
“Perhaps not unbelievable, but unpardonable” he said. “It will be fine, I am sure. Though..you may have to face the consequences of having come out here all alone” Achilleas could not imagine the Lady Evelli being overly pleased with her youngest daughter scampering around the beaches of Serenn without even a maid for company. “You know there are those who would look to take advantage if they came upon you alone, Imma. You should heed your mother”
For much as the lord wished he could say it was not so, recent days alone had demonstrated that Vasiliadon was not free of its share of miscreants and vagabonds. And the girl before him, in all her naivete and sweetness would draw them like a beacon. Achilleas set his teeth at the thought, smiled reassuringly as he lifted her like she were no more than a feather on to the back of the chestnut who snorted and danced sideways at his new burden.
“Stop that” the lord admonised, giving a jerk upon the reins so the horse quietened. He turned his back deliberately to let Imma settle herself, fastening his sword belt around his hips before gingerly picking up her spiney treasures until his hands were full and he had to pause and consider how he might carry the rest. With a glance toward Imma, Achilleas took his lead from the expert and lifted the tail end of his sodden shirt to create some kind of sling to hold them. He could hardly make claims to decency anyway, soaked through as he was, so he supposed it mattered not.
As he moved back over to where the young lady Leventi was not properly situated and clicked his tongue to urge his horse into a walk, Achilleas turned to look up over his shoulder at Imma, some faint amusement playing at his lips as she asked after his own health. “I will live” he said dryly. Aside from his foot which was a little sore where he had stood on the sharp edge of a rock, Achilleas bore nothing that would give him any trouble. “In fact, I do not even suppose I will be able to use it as an excuse to get out of the next few days arrangements. Please try harder next time”
He had, it would seem, recovered a little of his good humour after the initial panic, and whilst Achilleas could not claim to look forward to presenting himself wet and bedraggled to his future in laws, he would in all truth prefer it to having Imma be out here alone. He would talk to Theo about it, he decided then.
And as the pair began their soggy and slow journey back to the Leventi Manor with Achilleas hobbling beside his own horse and Imma trying to get comfortable, the Lord Mikaelidas cast a doubtful glance at the collection of molluscs he carried. “Are there still enough for your painting?” he enquired, for it was inevitable some had made a lucky escape. It would be a sore blow indeed if this all ended up being for naught.
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The lord frowned a little at the unexpected show of stubborness from the young girl. He was not much used to having people disagree with him when he told them do something: perhaps it was a trait limited to the Leventi girls? “Ridiculous? We’ll see who your parents think is being ridiculous” he muttered, as she reluctantly acquiesced and let him lead her back across the sand.
He felt marginally better when she had cloaked herself in the himation, and once he was assured that it was just a case of bumps and bruises. Achilleas had fixed her with a level stare when she shook her head and opened his mouth as if to press her. He had seen where her chiton had torn on the rocks and the very careful way she lowered herself to the ground. But he was torn. It was not proper at all for him to see her in such a state, even being betrothed to her sister as he was. They were still unaccompanied, and for Imma to be hoiking up her gown to show him some injury to her hip or thigh..
No. No it was better that she just wait to be attended to at home.
And Achilleas could not deny that there was something appealing in the notion of leaving Imma at the edge of her family’s home and avoiding the awkwardness of explaining this all away. But he knew he would not be able to do it, and so shook his head, his expression softening a little as he helped her to her feet.
“Perhaps not unbelievable, but unpardonable” he said. “It will be fine, I am sure. Though..you may have to face the consequences of having come out here all alone” Achilleas could not imagine the Lady Evelli being overly pleased with her youngest daughter scampering around the beaches of Serenn without even a maid for company. “You know there are those who would look to take advantage if they came upon you alone, Imma. You should heed your mother”
For much as the lord wished he could say it was not so, recent days alone had demonstrated that Vasiliadon was not free of its share of miscreants and vagabonds. And the girl before him, in all her naivete and sweetness would draw them like a beacon. Achilleas set his teeth at the thought, smiled reassuringly as he lifted her like she were no more than a feather on to the back of the chestnut who snorted and danced sideways at his new burden.
“Stop that” the lord admonised, giving a jerk upon the reins so the horse quietened. He turned his back deliberately to let Imma settle herself, fastening his sword belt around his hips before gingerly picking up her spiney treasures until his hands were full and he had to pause and consider how he might carry the rest. With a glance toward Imma, Achilleas took his lead from the expert and lifted the tail end of his sodden shirt to create some kind of sling to hold them. He could hardly make claims to decency anyway, soaked through as he was, so he supposed it mattered not.
As he moved back over to where the young lady Leventi was not properly situated and clicked his tongue to urge his horse into a walk, Achilleas turned to look up over his shoulder at Imma, some faint amusement playing at his lips as she asked after his own health. “I will live” he said dryly. Aside from his foot which was a little sore where he had stood on the sharp edge of a rock, Achilleas bore nothing that would give him any trouble. “In fact, I do not even suppose I will be able to use it as an excuse to get out of the next few days arrangements. Please try harder next time”
He had, it would seem, recovered a little of his good humour after the initial panic, and whilst Achilleas could not claim to look forward to presenting himself wet and bedraggled to his future in laws, he would in all truth prefer it to having Imma be out here alone. He would talk to Theo about it, he decided then.
And as the pair began their soggy and slow journey back to the Leventi Manor with Achilleas hobbling beside his own horse and Imma trying to get comfortable, the Lord Mikaelidas cast a doubtful glance at the collection of molluscs he carried. “Are there still enough for your painting?” he enquired, for it was inevitable some had made a lucky escape. It would be a sore blow indeed if this all ended up being for naught.
The lord frowned a little at the unexpected show of stubborness from the young girl. He was not much used to having people disagree with him when he told them do something: perhaps it was a trait limited to the Leventi girls? “Ridiculous? We’ll see who your parents think is being ridiculous” he muttered, as she reluctantly acquiesced and let him lead her back across the sand.
He felt marginally better when she had cloaked herself in the himation, and once he was assured that it was just a case of bumps and bruises. Achilleas had fixed her with a level stare when she shook her head and opened his mouth as if to press her. He had seen where her chiton had torn on the rocks and the very careful way she lowered herself to the ground. But he was torn. It was not proper at all for him to see her in such a state, even being betrothed to her sister as he was. They were still unaccompanied, and for Imma to be hoiking up her gown to show him some injury to her hip or thigh..
No. No it was better that she just wait to be attended to at home.
And Achilleas could not deny that there was something appealing in the notion of leaving Imma at the edge of her family’s home and avoiding the awkwardness of explaining this all away. But he knew he would not be able to do it, and so shook his head, his expression softening a little as he helped her to her feet.
“Perhaps not unbelievable, but unpardonable” he said. “It will be fine, I am sure. Though..you may have to face the consequences of having come out here all alone” Achilleas could not imagine the Lady Evelli being overly pleased with her youngest daughter scampering around the beaches of Serenn without even a maid for company. “You know there are those who would look to take advantage if they came upon you alone, Imma. You should heed your mother”
For much as the lord wished he could say it was not so, recent days alone had demonstrated that Vasiliadon was not free of its share of miscreants and vagabonds. And the girl before him, in all her naivete and sweetness would draw them like a beacon. Achilleas set his teeth at the thought, smiled reassuringly as he lifted her like she were no more than a feather on to the back of the chestnut who snorted and danced sideways at his new burden.
“Stop that” the lord admonised, giving a jerk upon the reins so the horse quietened. He turned his back deliberately to let Imma settle herself, fastening his sword belt around his hips before gingerly picking up her spiney treasures until his hands were full and he had to pause and consider how he might carry the rest. With a glance toward Imma, Achilleas took his lead from the expert and lifted the tail end of his sodden shirt to create some kind of sling to hold them. He could hardly make claims to decency anyway, soaked through as he was, so he supposed it mattered not.
As he moved back over to where the young lady Leventi was not properly situated and clicked his tongue to urge his horse into a walk, Achilleas turned to look up over his shoulder at Imma, some faint amusement playing at his lips as she asked after his own health. “I will live” he said dryly. Aside from his foot which was a little sore where he had stood on the sharp edge of a rock, Achilleas bore nothing that would give him any trouble. “In fact, I do not even suppose I will be able to use it as an excuse to get out of the next few days arrangements. Please try harder next time”
He had, it would seem, recovered a little of his good humour after the initial panic, and whilst Achilleas could not claim to look forward to presenting himself wet and bedraggled to his future in laws, he would in all truth prefer it to having Imma be out here alone. He would talk to Theo about it, he decided then.
And as the pair began their soggy and slow journey back to the Leventi Manor with Achilleas hobbling beside his own horse and Imma trying to get comfortable, the Lord Mikaelidas cast a doubtful glance at the collection of molluscs he carried. “Are there still enough for your painting?” he enquired, for it was inevitable some had made a lucky escape. It would be a sore blow indeed if this all ended up being for naught.
No doubt her parents would agree with him in regard to ridiculousness. That she knew that was reason enough to bite her tongue. Still she thought he was overreacting to a tiny bit of blood and a little spill. It was as though they’d fallen from a cliff. As far as she could discern nothing was broken. Bruised and battered perhaps, but certainly not broken. Surely that was all that mattered in the grand scheme of things? Luckily he knew what was best for their situation. It seemed all his lessons had sunk in deep. Achilleas was a perfect gentleman and it only made her choice not to expose some part of herself to him harder. Then again if she really thought she’d do it for even a minute she probably would have turned an even deeper shade of red than she’d already exhibited that day.
One way or the other the wound would be seen to or ignored… honestly she was better on the latter. A little bruising and some scrapes were not going to cause much of a fuss with the wedding so near. It would not stop her from trying to rationalize the best possible option for them both. “Truly you would be doing us both a considerable favor if you simply dropped me off and let me sneak back in. Neither of us would feel the brunt of our misdeeds.” Hers she suspected was far worse than his, however, there was just no telling how disappointed her mother might be to discover Theo’s betrothed was sneaking away from his duties as a soon to be husband. When he mentioned the risks of her being taken advantage of she groaned slightly.
“Are there? I have been out and about alone many times and have never come across any such individual. If the world is so rife with scoundrels perhaps I would be best suited learning to guard myself. Maybe I should take up archery like Artemis or learn to wield a spear like Athena. If a goddess can wield a weapon then why can a lady not do the same?” There was a narrowing of her eyes in thought before she shrugged it off. “I think I will learn some form of weaponry. I am rather certain if I asked my father would not deny me the opportunity.” The fleeting thought was passed between her adjustments upon the horse. Once they were in motion she had far better things to worry about, such as his limp and the state which he was in.
When he responded to her question with a hint of the humor from before her smile slowly returned. So often she’d heard he was cold and serious, but that was never the impression she got from him. “Oh forgive me, Lord Achilleas. Next time? You assume I intend on making a habit of falling for you?” Wording, Imma. “On you? Into you... “ Furrowing her brow she shook her hair and went for a whole new wording. “Harming you.” Scoffing to try and make up for her stumbled conversation she turned her nose up to try and play off her offense. “I most certainly would never dream of such a frivolous pastime. I have far better things to do than plot for your injury.” The hint of laughter that followed was rather melodic and seemed as natural in the environment as a robin’s song.
“I am sure there will be enough for a small one at least. As a sign of my gratitude I will use it to make you a piece. Then you will have something to remember our death defying walk amongst the rocky shore.” Giggling once more she leaned forward a little to slide her hands against his horse’s neck. Running her palms over the muscles and kneading against the sweet spots she knew they enjoyed. Imma has spent more than her fair share of time around horses to know ways to quiet them. Scratching her nails against the joint between neck and shoulder where mares nibbled affectionately at their foals. It was every horse’s favorite place to be touched. “A personal wedding gift from me to my favorite soon to be brother by marriage.”
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No doubt her parents would agree with him in regard to ridiculousness. That she knew that was reason enough to bite her tongue. Still she thought he was overreacting to a tiny bit of blood and a little spill. It was as though they’d fallen from a cliff. As far as she could discern nothing was broken. Bruised and battered perhaps, but certainly not broken. Surely that was all that mattered in the grand scheme of things? Luckily he knew what was best for their situation. It seemed all his lessons had sunk in deep. Achilleas was a perfect gentleman and it only made her choice not to expose some part of herself to him harder. Then again if she really thought she’d do it for even a minute she probably would have turned an even deeper shade of red than she’d already exhibited that day.
One way or the other the wound would be seen to or ignored… honestly she was better on the latter. A little bruising and some scrapes were not going to cause much of a fuss with the wedding so near. It would not stop her from trying to rationalize the best possible option for them both. “Truly you would be doing us both a considerable favor if you simply dropped me off and let me sneak back in. Neither of us would feel the brunt of our misdeeds.” Hers she suspected was far worse than his, however, there was just no telling how disappointed her mother might be to discover Theo’s betrothed was sneaking away from his duties as a soon to be husband. When he mentioned the risks of her being taken advantage of she groaned slightly.
“Are there? I have been out and about alone many times and have never come across any such individual. If the world is so rife with scoundrels perhaps I would be best suited learning to guard myself. Maybe I should take up archery like Artemis or learn to wield a spear like Athena. If a goddess can wield a weapon then why can a lady not do the same?” There was a narrowing of her eyes in thought before she shrugged it off. “I think I will learn some form of weaponry. I am rather certain if I asked my father would not deny me the opportunity.” The fleeting thought was passed between her adjustments upon the horse. Once they were in motion she had far better things to worry about, such as his limp and the state which he was in.
When he responded to her question with a hint of the humor from before her smile slowly returned. So often she’d heard he was cold and serious, but that was never the impression she got from him. “Oh forgive me, Lord Achilleas. Next time? You assume I intend on making a habit of falling for you?” Wording, Imma. “On you? Into you... “ Furrowing her brow she shook her hair and went for a whole new wording. “Harming you.” Scoffing to try and make up for her stumbled conversation she turned her nose up to try and play off her offense. “I most certainly would never dream of such a frivolous pastime. I have far better things to do than plot for your injury.” The hint of laughter that followed was rather melodic and seemed as natural in the environment as a robin’s song.
“I am sure there will be enough for a small one at least. As a sign of my gratitude I will use it to make you a piece. Then you will have something to remember our death defying walk amongst the rocky shore.” Giggling once more she leaned forward a little to slide her hands against his horse’s neck. Running her palms over the muscles and kneading against the sweet spots she knew they enjoyed. Imma has spent more than her fair share of time around horses to know ways to quiet them. Scratching her nails against the joint between neck and shoulder where mares nibbled affectionately at their foals. It was every horse’s favorite place to be touched. “A personal wedding gift from me to my favorite soon to be brother by marriage.”
No doubt her parents would agree with him in regard to ridiculousness. That she knew that was reason enough to bite her tongue. Still she thought he was overreacting to a tiny bit of blood and a little spill. It was as though they’d fallen from a cliff. As far as she could discern nothing was broken. Bruised and battered perhaps, but certainly not broken. Surely that was all that mattered in the grand scheme of things? Luckily he knew what was best for their situation. It seemed all his lessons had sunk in deep. Achilleas was a perfect gentleman and it only made her choice not to expose some part of herself to him harder. Then again if she really thought she’d do it for even a minute she probably would have turned an even deeper shade of red than she’d already exhibited that day.
One way or the other the wound would be seen to or ignored… honestly she was better on the latter. A little bruising and some scrapes were not going to cause much of a fuss with the wedding so near. It would not stop her from trying to rationalize the best possible option for them both. “Truly you would be doing us both a considerable favor if you simply dropped me off and let me sneak back in. Neither of us would feel the brunt of our misdeeds.” Hers she suspected was far worse than his, however, there was just no telling how disappointed her mother might be to discover Theo’s betrothed was sneaking away from his duties as a soon to be husband. When he mentioned the risks of her being taken advantage of she groaned slightly.
“Are there? I have been out and about alone many times and have never come across any such individual. If the world is so rife with scoundrels perhaps I would be best suited learning to guard myself. Maybe I should take up archery like Artemis or learn to wield a spear like Athena. If a goddess can wield a weapon then why can a lady not do the same?” There was a narrowing of her eyes in thought before she shrugged it off. “I think I will learn some form of weaponry. I am rather certain if I asked my father would not deny me the opportunity.” The fleeting thought was passed between her adjustments upon the horse. Once they were in motion she had far better things to worry about, such as his limp and the state which he was in.
When he responded to her question with a hint of the humor from before her smile slowly returned. So often she’d heard he was cold and serious, but that was never the impression she got from him. “Oh forgive me, Lord Achilleas. Next time? You assume I intend on making a habit of falling for you?” Wording, Imma. “On you? Into you... “ Furrowing her brow she shook her hair and went for a whole new wording. “Harming you.” Scoffing to try and make up for her stumbled conversation she turned her nose up to try and play off her offense. “I most certainly would never dream of such a frivolous pastime. I have far better things to do than plot for your injury.” The hint of laughter that followed was rather melodic and seemed as natural in the environment as a robin’s song.
“I am sure there will be enough for a small one at least. As a sign of my gratitude I will use it to make you a piece. Then you will have something to remember our death defying walk amongst the rocky shore.” Giggling once more she leaned forward a little to slide her hands against his horse’s neck. Running her palms over the muscles and kneading against the sweet spots she knew they enjoyed. Imma has spent more than her fair share of time around horses to know ways to quiet them. Scratching her nails against the joint between neck and shoulder where mares nibbled affectionately at their foals. It was every horse’s favorite place to be touched. “A personal wedding gift from me to my favorite soon to be brother by marriage.”