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Maleos felt like things were about to get so much more chaotic than they had been, though he had not seen any actual combat in a long time, he had been dealing with a lot anyways. With the rebuilding of Midas after the fires, the murder of the Priestesses he had been investigating, and everything with the King’s ship being found, he felt like he had hardly a moment to himself. And he normally loved that, he wasn’t one to sit idle for long. Though he was busy, it wasn’t the type of busy he preferred, it was all talk and writing letters and standing around. He wished for combat, for a chance to use the skills he had worked so hard at all his life.
He had known that rising up in the ranks meant he would be sent to deal with less than if he had remained a base soldier, but he had not realized how much less. There hadn’t been anything recently that required a Captain’s attention. He almost envied the base soldiers who saw action often, had he not been so proud of his title, he might have thrown it to the wind and asked to go back to those days when he was fighting barbarians among the ranks of his men.
He knew if he voiced this, it would make him sound ungrateful for all he had, after all it was not often that a common born man would gain the title of Captain, let alone as fast as he had. He knew he had Timaeus to thank for that, without his best friend, he would likely still be that base soldier, or Lieutenant if he had been lucky.
He pulled himself from those thoughts as he approached the temples, he hadn’t even realized that he had wandered all the way to them. He had simply gone on a walk, an excuse to stretch his legs and forget about his required work for the moment, letter writing was far from exciting. He had been running through all sorts of thoughts as his feet guided him, and he found it strange that this was where he had ended up. It was not that he did not worship, it was just that the temple to Ares was not located here, so even if it was that he was being guided to pray, why would he have been guided to the wrong temples?
He paused for a moment in his steps, taking a while to look around at the people making their way to and from their respective temples, paying their tributes to the gods. He paused a moment when he saw someone, they looked familiar but he couldn’t figure out why. He couldn’t put a name to the face, and he was just about to turn around and head back towards where he was staying in Midas, when suddenly the memories came back to him.
That day in the market, an excited young boy buying his first sword, a young girl with an extended knowledge on the weapons her father crafted, the two of them playing with the swords, cutting down the enemy in their imaginations, in reality they were smacking around a wooden post. Maleos had put his combat abilities to good use since then, and the sword he had purchased that day stood the test of time, helping him in taking many lives, resting in it’s sheath at his side currently. It was one of his fondest memories, not only because it was the day he solidified his love of weaponry, but because for some reason Leto had always stood out in the memory for him. There had been a spark in her eye that Maleos had loved, something behind her gaze that had made him want to get to know her. And that was rare for him, there was hardly a time when he cared to speak with anyone.
He wasn’t sure she would remember him, but he had recalled on more than one occasion he had told himself he would see her again one day, and he would let her know that the sword she had sold him was still in amazing condition.
He made his way through the crowd, over towards her. He called out as he approached, hoping to catch her attention, he recalled the words she used all those years ago to introduce herself. “Leto, daughter of Nifakis and Eudora of Chaossis.”
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Maleos felt like things were about to get so much more chaotic than they had been, though he had not seen any actual combat in a long time, he had been dealing with a lot anyways. With the rebuilding of Midas after the fires, the murder of the Priestesses he had been investigating, and everything with the King’s ship being found, he felt like he had hardly a moment to himself. And he normally loved that, he wasn’t one to sit idle for long. Though he was busy, it wasn’t the type of busy he preferred, it was all talk and writing letters and standing around. He wished for combat, for a chance to use the skills he had worked so hard at all his life.
He had known that rising up in the ranks meant he would be sent to deal with less than if he had remained a base soldier, but he had not realized how much less. There hadn’t been anything recently that required a Captain’s attention. He almost envied the base soldiers who saw action often, had he not been so proud of his title, he might have thrown it to the wind and asked to go back to those days when he was fighting barbarians among the ranks of his men.
He knew if he voiced this, it would make him sound ungrateful for all he had, after all it was not often that a common born man would gain the title of Captain, let alone as fast as he had. He knew he had Timaeus to thank for that, without his best friend, he would likely still be that base soldier, or Lieutenant if he had been lucky.
He pulled himself from those thoughts as he approached the temples, he hadn’t even realized that he had wandered all the way to them. He had simply gone on a walk, an excuse to stretch his legs and forget about his required work for the moment, letter writing was far from exciting. He had been running through all sorts of thoughts as his feet guided him, and he found it strange that this was where he had ended up. It was not that he did not worship, it was just that the temple to Ares was not located here, so even if it was that he was being guided to pray, why would he have been guided to the wrong temples?
He paused for a moment in his steps, taking a while to look around at the people making their way to and from their respective temples, paying their tributes to the gods. He paused a moment when he saw someone, they looked familiar but he couldn’t figure out why. He couldn’t put a name to the face, and he was just about to turn around and head back towards where he was staying in Midas, when suddenly the memories came back to him.
That day in the market, an excited young boy buying his first sword, a young girl with an extended knowledge on the weapons her father crafted, the two of them playing with the swords, cutting down the enemy in their imaginations, in reality they were smacking around a wooden post. Maleos had put his combat abilities to good use since then, and the sword he had purchased that day stood the test of time, helping him in taking many lives, resting in it’s sheath at his side currently. It was one of his fondest memories, not only because it was the day he solidified his love of weaponry, but because for some reason Leto had always stood out in the memory for him. There had been a spark in her eye that Maleos had loved, something behind her gaze that had made him want to get to know her. And that was rare for him, there was hardly a time when he cared to speak with anyone.
He wasn’t sure she would remember him, but he had recalled on more than one occasion he had told himself he would see her again one day, and he would let her know that the sword she had sold him was still in amazing condition.
He made his way through the crowd, over towards her. He called out as he approached, hoping to catch her attention, he recalled the words she used all those years ago to introduce herself. “Leto, daughter of Nifakis and Eudora of Chaossis.”
Maleos felt like things were about to get so much more chaotic than they had been, though he had not seen any actual combat in a long time, he had been dealing with a lot anyways. With the rebuilding of Midas after the fires, the murder of the Priestesses he had been investigating, and everything with the King’s ship being found, he felt like he had hardly a moment to himself. And he normally loved that, he wasn’t one to sit idle for long. Though he was busy, it wasn’t the type of busy he preferred, it was all talk and writing letters and standing around. He wished for combat, for a chance to use the skills he had worked so hard at all his life.
He had known that rising up in the ranks meant he would be sent to deal with less than if he had remained a base soldier, but he had not realized how much less. There hadn’t been anything recently that required a Captain’s attention. He almost envied the base soldiers who saw action often, had he not been so proud of his title, he might have thrown it to the wind and asked to go back to those days when he was fighting barbarians among the ranks of his men.
He knew if he voiced this, it would make him sound ungrateful for all he had, after all it was not often that a common born man would gain the title of Captain, let alone as fast as he had. He knew he had Timaeus to thank for that, without his best friend, he would likely still be that base soldier, or Lieutenant if he had been lucky.
He pulled himself from those thoughts as he approached the temples, he hadn’t even realized that he had wandered all the way to them. He had simply gone on a walk, an excuse to stretch his legs and forget about his required work for the moment, letter writing was far from exciting. He had been running through all sorts of thoughts as his feet guided him, and he found it strange that this was where he had ended up. It was not that he did not worship, it was just that the temple to Ares was not located here, so even if it was that he was being guided to pray, why would he have been guided to the wrong temples?
He paused for a moment in his steps, taking a while to look around at the people making their way to and from their respective temples, paying their tributes to the gods. He paused a moment when he saw someone, they looked familiar but he couldn’t figure out why. He couldn’t put a name to the face, and he was just about to turn around and head back towards where he was staying in Midas, when suddenly the memories came back to him.
That day in the market, an excited young boy buying his first sword, a young girl with an extended knowledge on the weapons her father crafted, the two of them playing with the swords, cutting down the enemy in their imaginations, in reality they were smacking around a wooden post. Maleos had put his combat abilities to good use since then, and the sword he had purchased that day stood the test of time, helping him in taking many lives, resting in it’s sheath at his side currently. It was one of his fondest memories, not only because it was the day he solidified his love of weaponry, but because for some reason Leto had always stood out in the memory for him. There had been a spark in her eye that Maleos had loved, something behind her gaze that had made him want to get to know her. And that was rare for him, there was hardly a time when he cared to speak with anyone.
He wasn’t sure she would remember him, but he had recalled on more than one occasion he had told himself he would see her again one day, and he would let her know that the sword she had sold him was still in amazing condition.
He made his way through the crowd, over towards her. He called out as he approached, hoping to catch her attention, he recalled the words she used all those years ago to introduce herself. “Leto, daughter of Nifakis and Eudora of Chaossis.”
There were many things to pray for on this day, as there were on many days. Safe passage for Magnus as she hoped he was on a ship returning to Colchis soon. The health and safety of her parents, with all the chaos between storms and fires that ravaged the city of Midas. Selfishly, too, she knew she needed to pray for guidance and wisdom in her own choices, some of which she had questioned as of late.
Moving to the city several years ago and the sudden shift in social status often found her making the same such prayers, and Leto could not help but wonder if the goddess Athena has started to roll her eyes each time she approached her doorstep in the Hall of the Gods, bearing a twine-wrapped bundle of herbs and flowers from the garden and a bottle of perfumed oil. As well as that, she brought a small decorative knife tied into the bundle of herbs, the blade a shining black obsidian.
Knowing better than to attempt to ride through the busy passages to the hall, she had made her way with her himation guarding her face against the harsh winds that whipped through the narrow streets of the lower city to the seaside temples. Being so early in the day, she forewent the option of bringing a companion from the house - a habit she had yet to break, particularly with Magnus away. It was difficult to have a constant companion at her side who appeared subordinate, particularly when both were of lower births. It felt wrong, but was the way of their household now.
Approaching the opening of the lamp-lit caverns, Leto dropped the makeshift hood of her himation and adjusted it around her shoulders again before making her way into the sacred space. Priests and priestesses milled around from one part of the complex to another, adding more oil to lamps and cauldrons of light, the warm glow bathing the crests above each space almost as if they were painted with gold.
The symbol of the owl upon a shield above the entrance to the Temple of Athena gave her pause. What exactly was she here to ask the goddess? Yes, she had offerings and thanks to give to the goddess who granted her and her brother the thirst for knowledge and truth that they shared. In her gut, she knew it was guidance towards wise choices that she needed to make. In the past weeks, she found herself in circumstances unbecoming of a lady - an eventual lady, at least, if Magnus were to return and marry Iolanthe - but still... Leto felt much like a ship at sea, tossed around and with little direction.
On top of that, her perpetual request to offer restraint and wise words to be all that she spoke - a request that had so far not been as successful, as seen in her more and more frequent interactions among nobles, particularly with Silanos of Valaoritis. Ah, yes, she would need to pray not to embarrass herself so fully when she rode with Prince Silas of Kotas in a few days time.
As her mind painted this list and she took a step closer to the entrance of the temple, she heard her name and her brows knit together as she turned to find the source. Upon turning around, she saw the man silhouetted by the sunlight pouring into the cavern and the look of puzzlement turned into a bright smile of recognition, "Maleos of Eubocris, a man of the sword and a soldier at last."
Taking in the sight of him, her eyes seemed alight to have found someone from so long ago so far from where they once met. He was far taller and broader now, with the tone musculature of a seasoned soldier. His face had changed, but not too much, as she could still see the youth in his eyes and recognize the face of that gangly young potter's son from, what was, it, nearly ten years ago? When she sold him a sword...
"Is that..?" she asked, her brows raising and a slight laugh escaping her smile as she gestured towards the sword in his scabbard. "May I see it? If it is not too strange a request."
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There were many things to pray for on this day, as there were on many days. Safe passage for Magnus as she hoped he was on a ship returning to Colchis soon. The health and safety of her parents, with all the chaos between storms and fires that ravaged the city of Midas. Selfishly, too, she knew she needed to pray for guidance and wisdom in her own choices, some of which she had questioned as of late.
Moving to the city several years ago and the sudden shift in social status often found her making the same such prayers, and Leto could not help but wonder if the goddess Athena has started to roll her eyes each time she approached her doorstep in the Hall of the Gods, bearing a twine-wrapped bundle of herbs and flowers from the garden and a bottle of perfumed oil. As well as that, she brought a small decorative knife tied into the bundle of herbs, the blade a shining black obsidian.
Knowing better than to attempt to ride through the busy passages to the hall, she had made her way with her himation guarding her face against the harsh winds that whipped through the narrow streets of the lower city to the seaside temples. Being so early in the day, she forewent the option of bringing a companion from the house - a habit she had yet to break, particularly with Magnus away. It was difficult to have a constant companion at her side who appeared subordinate, particularly when both were of lower births. It felt wrong, but was the way of their household now.
Approaching the opening of the lamp-lit caverns, Leto dropped the makeshift hood of her himation and adjusted it around her shoulders again before making her way into the sacred space. Priests and priestesses milled around from one part of the complex to another, adding more oil to lamps and cauldrons of light, the warm glow bathing the crests above each space almost as if they were painted with gold.
The symbol of the owl upon a shield above the entrance to the Temple of Athena gave her pause. What exactly was she here to ask the goddess? Yes, she had offerings and thanks to give to the goddess who granted her and her brother the thirst for knowledge and truth that they shared. In her gut, she knew it was guidance towards wise choices that she needed to make. In the past weeks, she found herself in circumstances unbecoming of a lady - an eventual lady, at least, if Magnus were to return and marry Iolanthe - but still... Leto felt much like a ship at sea, tossed around and with little direction.
On top of that, her perpetual request to offer restraint and wise words to be all that she spoke - a request that had so far not been as successful, as seen in her more and more frequent interactions among nobles, particularly with Silanos of Valaoritis. Ah, yes, she would need to pray not to embarrass herself so fully when she rode with Prince Silas of Kotas in a few days time.
As her mind painted this list and she took a step closer to the entrance of the temple, she heard her name and her brows knit together as she turned to find the source. Upon turning around, she saw the man silhouetted by the sunlight pouring into the cavern and the look of puzzlement turned into a bright smile of recognition, "Maleos of Eubocris, a man of the sword and a soldier at last."
Taking in the sight of him, her eyes seemed alight to have found someone from so long ago so far from where they once met. He was far taller and broader now, with the tone musculature of a seasoned soldier. His face had changed, but not too much, as she could still see the youth in his eyes and recognize the face of that gangly young potter's son from, what was, it, nearly ten years ago? When she sold him a sword...
"Is that..?" she asked, her brows raising and a slight laugh escaping her smile as she gestured towards the sword in his scabbard. "May I see it? If it is not too strange a request."
There were many things to pray for on this day, as there were on many days. Safe passage for Magnus as she hoped he was on a ship returning to Colchis soon. The health and safety of her parents, with all the chaos between storms and fires that ravaged the city of Midas. Selfishly, too, she knew she needed to pray for guidance and wisdom in her own choices, some of which she had questioned as of late.
Moving to the city several years ago and the sudden shift in social status often found her making the same such prayers, and Leto could not help but wonder if the goddess Athena has started to roll her eyes each time she approached her doorstep in the Hall of the Gods, bearing a twine-wrapped bundle of herbs and flowers from the garden and a bottle of perfumed oil. As well as that, she brought a small decorative knife tied into the bundle of herbs, the blade a shining black obsidian.
Knowing better than to attempt to ride through the busy passages to the hall, she had made her way with her himation guarding her face against the harsh winds that whipped through the narrow streets of the lower city to the seaside temples. Being so early in the day, she forewent the option of bringing a companion from the house - a habit she had yet to break, particularly with Magnus away. It was difficult to have a constant companion at her side who appeared subordinate, particularly when both were of lower births. It felt wrong, but was the way of their household now.
Approaching the opening of the lamp-lit caverns, Leto dropped the makeshift hood of her himation and adjusted it around her shoulders again before making her way into the sacred space. Priests and priestesses milled around from one part of the complex to another, adding more oil to lamps and cauldrons of light, the warm glow bathing the crests above each space almost as if they were painted with gold.
The symbol of the owl upon a shield above the entrance to the Temple of Athena gave her pause. What exactly was she here to ask the goddess? Yes, she had offerings and thanks to give to the goddess who granted her and her brother the thirst for knowledge and truth that they shared. In her gut, she knew it was guidance towards wise choices that she needed to make. In the past weeks, she found herself in circumstances unbecoming of a lady - an eventual lady, at least, if Magnus were to return and marry Iolanthe - but still... Leto felt much like a ship at sea, tossed around and with little direction.
On top of that, her perpetual request to offer restraint and wise words to be all that she spoke - a request that had so far not been as successful, as seen in her more and more frequent interactions among nobles, particularly with Silanos of Valaoritis. Ah, yes, she would need to pray not to embarrass herself so fully when she rode with Prince Silas of Kotas in a few days time.
As her mind painted this list and she took a step closer to the entrance of the temple, she heard her name and her brows knit together as she turned to find the source. Upon turning around, she saw the man silhouetted by the sunlight pouring into the cavern and the look of puzzlement turned into a bright smile of recognition, "Maleos of Eubocris, a man of the sword and a soldier at last."
Taking in the sight of him, her eyes seemed alight to have found someone from so long ago so far from where they once met. He was far taller and broader now, with the tone musculature of a seasoned soldier. His face had changed, but not too much, as she could still see the youth in his eyes and recognize the face of that gangly young potter's son from, what was, it, nearly ten years ago? When she sold him a sword...
"Is that..?" she asked, her brows raising and a slight laugh escaping her smile as she gestured towards the sword in his scabbard. "May I see it? If it is not too strange a request."
He nearly smiled as she recognized him, speaking his name out loud like they were old friends who had seen each other recently. He gave her a bow as he arrived where she had stopped when he called out.
“More than that. It’s Captain Maleos now, of the Men of the Heights.” He said proudly, a far cry from that determined young boy who she had seen so many years ago. No one thought that a man of common blood could make Captain, let alone as quick as he did, and yet there he was, living proof that sometimes, noble blood wasn’t everything.
This time he did smile, a small smile but a smile none the less. She recognized the sword, even after years of use and probably many more swords sold since then.
“It is.” He said simply, though she had not fully finished the question, he knew what she was getting at. He slipped the sword from its resting place on his hip with a familiar ease, doing so carefully so he didn’t cause any concern. He held it out for her to take, trusting her with the weapon. He wasn’t sure if she had been able to practice as of late, as he knew it wasn’t considered proper for women, but she had at least some skills with a sword when they were younger.
“It has served me very well over the years, never gone from my side.” He said proudly, watching her as she held the weapon, he felt a weird feeling looking at her, almost as if some sort of weight had been lifted off of him, even if it was temporarily. It was a new feeling, but one that he did not mind at all.
“I was not sure you would recognize me, it has been so long.” He stated, though he supposed she could say the same thing, they had only met once when they were kids, and the time they had spent together back then hadn’t been all that long. He supposed it was the sword that helped him remember her, it was just a key moment in his childhood, and one that he thought about often. It helped that he still carried that first sword, serving as a reminder every time he touched or looked at it.
“Apologies if I interrupted you on your way to pray, do not let me keep you if you are occupied with other things.” He said, realizing that the odds of anyone else being here by random chance were slim. He may have wandered there pointlessly, but he doubted that she had, especially since she had been carrying offerings and had seemed to be heading towards the temple of Athena.
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He nearly smiled as she recognized him, speaking his name out loud like they were old friends who had seen each other recently. He gave her a bow as he arrived where she had stopped when he called out.
“More than that. It’s Captain Maleos now, of the Men of the Heights.” He said proudly, a far cry from that determined young boy who she had seen so many years ago. No one thought that a man of common blood could make Captain, let alone as quick as he did, and yet there he was, living proof that sometimes, noble blood wasn’t everything.
This time he did smile, a small smile but a smile none the less. She recognized the sword, even after years of use and probably many more swords sold since then.
“It is.” He said simply, though she had not fully finished the question, he knew what she was getting at. He slipped the sword from its resting place on his hip with a familiar ease, doing so carefully so he didn’t cause any concern. He held it out for her to take, trusting her with the weapon. He wasn’t sure if she had been able to practice as of late, as he knew it wasn’t considered proper for women, but she had at least some skills with a sword when they were younger.
“It has served me very well over the years, never gone from my side.” He said proudly, watching her as she held the weapon, he felt a weird feeling looking at her, almost as if some sort of weight had been lifted off of him, even if it was temporarily. It was a new feeling, but one that he did not mind at all.
“I was not sure you would recognize me, it has been so long.” He stated, though he supposed she could say the same thing, they had only met once when they were kids, and the time they had spent together back then hadn’t been all that long. He supposed it was the sword that helped him remember her, it was just a key moment in his childhood, and one that he thought about often. It helped that he still carried that first sword, serving as a reminder every time he touched or looked at it.
“Apologies if I interrupted you on your way to pray, do not let me keep you if you are occupied with other things.” He said, realizing that the odds of anyone else being here by random chance were slim. He may have wandered there pointlessly, but he doubted that she had, especially since she had been carrying offerings and had seemed to be heading towards the temple of Athena.
He nearly smiled as she recognized him, speaking his name out loud like they were old friends who had seen each other recently. He gave her a bow as he arrived where she had stopped when he called out.
“More than that. It’s Captain Maleos now, of the Men of the Heights.” He said proudly, a far cry from that determined young boy who she had seen so many years ago. No one thought that a man of common blood could make Captain, let alone as quick as he did, and yet there he was, living proof that sometimes, noble blood wasn’t everything.
This time he did smile, a small smile but a smile none the less. She recognized the sword, even after years of use and probably many more swords sold since then.
“It is.” He said simply, though she had not fully finished the question, he knew what she was getting at. He slipped the sword from its resting place on his hip with a familiar ease, doing so carefully so he didn’t cause any concern. He held it out for her to take, trusting her with the weapon. He wasn’t sure if she had been able to practice as of late, as he knew it wasn’t considered proper for women, but she had at least some skills with a sword when they were younger.
“It has served me very well over the years, never gone from my side.” He said proudly, watching her as she held the weapon, he felt a weird feeling looking at her, almost as if some sort of weight had been lifted off of him, even if it was temporarily. It was a new feeling, but one that he did not mind at all.
“I was not sure you would recognize me, it has been so long.” He stated, though he supposed she could say the same thing, they had only met once when they were kids, and the time they had spent together back then hadn’t been all that long. He supposed it was the sword that helped him remember her, it was just a key moment in his childhood, and one that he thought about often. It helped that he still carried that first sword, serving as a reminder every time he touched or looked at it.
“Apologies if I interrupted you on your way to pray, do not let me keep you if you are occupied with other things.” He said, realizing that the odds of anyone else being here by random chance were slim. He may have wandered there pointlessly, but he doubted that she had, especially since she had been carrying offerings and had seemed to be heading towards the temple of Athena.
Leto expression burst into a broad smile, impressed by Maleos' correction as to his title.
"Ah! Captain, then," she crooned, inclining her head slightly in a half-apology and half-way returning the man's bow. It was a significant rise in the ranks for a potter's son. Not many who bore their blood managed to make their way to such a rank, particularly when in competition with those of higher titles. A hum of a laugh escaped her as she slyly added, "I knew you would excel as a soldier."
Leto could not help but give the man a once over, observing how he had filled out his frame. He was already quite tall when they first me, though no more than sinew and bony joints back then. At least one of them seemed to have developed properly in the past decade or so.
As he unsheathed the sword, her face remained alight, and she offered her hands for him to place it flat in her palms. Sure as she lived, there it was. Time wore of the sheen of newly cast iron, but the shape of the blade and the balance maintained over time. There was warmth in her chest at the sight of it, knowing that her father's hands had crafted the blade and that it had served its purpose in Maleos' hands.
"I would be remiss to forget such an excellent teacher," she replied, smiling up at the man and offering the sword back to him, carefully as if passing over a sleeping child. "Though, I must admit to failing to practice that lesson. Time gets away from us all, doesn't it?"
Time and opportunity, of course. In Chaossis, there was at least the mild understanding that an odd, common-born girl who was born to a swordsmith might playfully swing the iron around and against a post. There was no such acceptance in Midas, particularly not when it came to keeping the name of her family, particularly the name of her brother, Magnus, above reproach. Gossip seemed to sprout like weeds beneath paving stones in Midas, and the last thing she wanted to was to do anything that would cause embarrassment, despite the joy it gave her.
"Ah, it is all well," she said waving a hand to dismiss the thought of him interrupting her trip to the temple. In fact, it gave her a slight pause and she tilted her head slightly as she glanced to the opening of the Naos of Athena and back to Maleos. "In fact, if you so wish, you could join me. I know that your patronage may be to Ares, but the wise goddess does also look after men of the sword, as well. There is no harm in trying to curry her favor, too."
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Leto expression burst into a broad smile, impressed by Maleos' correction as to his title.
"Ah! Captain, then," she crooned, inclining her head slightly in a half-apology and half-way returning the man's bow. It was a significant rise in the ranks for a potter's son. Not many who bore their blood managed to make their way to such a rank, particularly when in competition with those of higher titles. A hum of a laugh escaped her as she slyly added, "I knew you would excel as a soldier."
Leto could not help but give the man a once over, observing how he had filled out his frame. He was already quite tall when they first me, though no more than sinew and bony joints back then. At least one of them seemed to have developed properly in the past decade or so.
As he unsheathed the sword, her face remained alight, and she offered her hands for him to place it flat in her palms. Sure as she lived, there it was. Time wore of the sheen of newly cast iron, but the shape of the blade and the balance maintained over time. There was warmth in her chest at the sight of it, knowing that her father's hands had crafted the blade and that it had served its purpose in Maleos' hands.
"I would be remiss to forget such an excellent teacher," she replied, smiling up at the man and offering the sword back to him, carefully as if passing over a sleeping child. "Though, I must admit to failing to practice that lesson. Time gets away from us all, doesn't it?"
Time and opportunity, of course. In Chaossis, there was at least the mild understanding that an odd, common-born girl who was born to a swordsmith might playfully swing the iron around and against a post. There was no such acceptance in Midas, particularly not when it came to keeping the name of her family, particularly the name of her brother, Magnus, above reproach. Gossip seemed to sprout like weeds beneath paving stones in Midas, and the last thing she wanted to was to do anything that would cause embarrassment, despite the joy it gave her.
"Ah, it is all well," she said waving a hand to dismiss the thought of him interrupting her trip to the temple. In fact, it gave her a slight pause and she tilted her head slightly as she glanced to the opening of the Naos of Athena and back to Maleos. "In fact, if you so wish, you could join me. I know that your patronage may be to Ares, but the wise goddess does also look after men of the sword, as well. There is no harm in trying to curry her favor, too."
Leto expression burst into a broad smile, impressed by Maleos' correction as to his title.
"Ah! Captain, then," she crooned, inclining her head slightly in a half-apology and half-way returning the man's bow. It was a significant rise in the ranks for a potter's son. Not many who bore their blood managed to make their way to such a rank, particularly when in competition with those of higher titles. A hum of a laugh escaped her as she slyly added, "I knew you would excel as a soldier."
Leto could not help but give the man a once over, observing how he had filled out his frame. He was already quite tall when they first me, though no more than sinew and bony joints back then. At least one of them seemed to have developed properly in the past decade or so.
As he unsheathed the sword, her face remained alight, and she offered her hands for him to place it flat in her palms. Sure as she lived, there it was. Time wore of the sheen of newly cast iron, but the shape of the blade and the balance maintained over time. There was warmth in her chest at the sight of it, knowing that her father's hands had crafted the blade and that it had served its purpose in Maleos' hands.
"I would be remiss to forget such an excellent teacher," she replied, smiling up at the man and offering the sword back to him, carefully as if passing over a sleeping child. "Though, I must admit to failing to practice that lesson. Time gets away from us all, doesn't it?"
Time and opportunity, of course. In Chaossis, there was at least the mild understanding that an odd, common-born girl who was born to a swordsmith might playfully swing the iron around and against a post. There was no such acceptance in Midas, particularly not when it came to keeping the name of her family, particularly the name of her brother, Magnus, above reproach. Gossip seemed to sprout like weeds beneath paving stones in Midas, and the last thing she wanted to was to do anything that would cause embarrassment, despite the joy it gave her.
"Ah, it is all well," she said waving a hand to dismiss the thought of him interrupting her trip to the temple. In fact, it gave her a slight pause and she tilted her head slightly as she glanced to the opening of the Naos of Athena and back to Maleos. "In fact, if you so wish, you could join me. I know that your patronage may be to Ares, but the wise goddess does also look after men of the sword, as well. There is no harm in trying to curry her favor, too."
He let out the smallest of chuckles as she acknowledged his rank. “So, you said when we were kids. I like to believe it was your faith that carried me to such titles.” He said, which was about as much of a joke as Maleos had ever told, the look in his eyes clearly portraying his playfulness though the rest of his face gave away much less personality.
He took the sword back as it was offered, replacing it once more at his hip where it always was. He knew that one day the weapon would need to be retired, but he was so fond of it and it had served him so well over the years, he found it hard to bring himself to do such a thing. There were a lot of good memories attached to it, and he had built his military career with that exact weapon at his side. He had never thought himself the type to have a sword on display, but he felt when it was time to replace it, that would be exactly what he would do with it.
He nodded in agreement with her comment about time getting away, he could hardly believe it had been so long since the two of them had first met, it felt like the years had amounted to mere months, and yet both were grown now, and their paths had never crossed. He couldn’t help but wonder why they did now, after so many years. If he was more of a superstitious man, he would have thought that she was the reason his wandering had led him to the temples. It did seem very strange to run into her there, so far from where either of them had grown up.
“Perhaps there will be another chance for you to practice.” He assured her, stopping himself from inviting her to the villa to do just that. He had to remember that she was a lady now, and for all he knew she was married. It would be inappropriate for him to suggest such things to her now. When they were kids, it was much easier, the worst they had to worry about was either of her parents catching her with sword in hand.
He was surprised at the offer to join her in her prayers, he had never paid patronage to any of the other gods, his faith remaining with the common god of soldiers, but he didn’t think it would hurt to come with her. Besides that, he didn’t want to end their interaction quite yet, he felt a little drawn to her and he was curious as to why that was.
“If you’ll be so gracious as to allow me to join you, I would be happy to keep your company.” He agreed, moving slightly to the side so he was not in her way, allowing her to go ahead of him so he could follow behind.
“I am surprised to see you in Midas of all places, do you reside here now?” He asked curiously, it wasn’t exactly the first place he would have ever guessed he’d run into her. He couldn’t help but wonder if she had married a man in Midas, feeling a weird feeling at the thought of that. He pushed that feeling aside, ignoring it. If she was married, it was to be expected, she had grown into an attractive woman, and with what he remembered of their first interaction, she was intelligent. That had been the thing that had impressed Maleos as a boy, her quick wit.
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He let out the smallest of chuckles as she acknowledged his rank. “So, you said when we were kids. I like to believe it was your faith that carried me to such titles.” He said, which was about as much of a joke as Maleos had ever told, the look in his eyes clearly portraying his playfulness though the rest of his face gave away much less personality.
He took the sword back as it was offered, replacing it once more at his hip where it always was. He knew that one day the weapon would need to be retired, but he was so fond of it and it had served him so well over the years, he found it hard to bring himself to do such a thing. There were a lot of good memories attached to it, and he had built his military career with that exact weapon at his side. He had never thought himself the type to have a sword on display, but he felt when it was time to replace it, that would be exactly what he would do with it.
He nodded in agreement with her comment about time getting away, he could hardly believe it had been so long since the two of them had first met, it felt like the years had amounted to mere months, and yet both were grown now, and their paths had never crossed. He couldn’t help but wonder why they did now, after so many years. If he was more of a superstitious man, he would have thought that she was the reason his wandering had led him to the temples. It did seem very strange to run into her there, so far from where either of them had grown up.
“Perhaps there will be another chance for you to practice.” He assured her, stopping himself from inviting her to the villa to do just that. He had to remember that she was a lady now, and for all he knew she was married. It would be inappropriate for him to suggest such things to her now. When they were kids, it was much easier, the worst they had to worry about was either of her parents catching her with sword in hand.
He was surprised at the offer to join her in her prayers, he had never paid patronage to any of the other gods, his faith remaining with the common god of soldiers, but he didn’t think it would hurt to come with her. Besides that, he didn’t want to end their interaction quite yet, he felt a little drawn to her and he was curious as to why that was.
“If you’ll be so gracious as to allow me to join you, I would be happy to keep your company.” He agreed, moving slightly to the side so he was not in her way, allowing her to go ahead of him so he could follow behind.
“I am surprised to see you in Midas of all places, do you reside here now?” He asked curiously, it wasn’t exactly the first place he would have ever guessed he’d run into her. He couldn’t help but wonder if she had married a man in Midas, feeling a weird feeling at the thought of that. He pushed that feeling aside, ignoring it. If she was married, it was to be expected, she had grown into an attractive woman, and with what he remembered of their first interaction, she was intelligent. That had been the thing that had impressed Maleos as a boy, her quick wit.
He let out the smallest of chuckles as she acknowledged his rank. “So, you said when we were kids. I like to believe it was your faith that carried me to such titles.” He said, which was about as much of a joke as Maleos had ever told, the look in his eyes clearly portraying his playfulness though the rest of his face gave away much less personality.
He took the sword back as it was offered, replacing it once more at his hip where it always was. He knew that one day the weapon would need to be retired, but he was so fond of it and it had served him so well over the years, he found it hard to bring himself to do such a thing. There were a lot of good memories attached to it, and he had built his military career with that exact weapon at his side. He had never thought himself the type to have a sword on display, but he felt when it was time to replace it, that would be exactly what he would do with it.
He nodded in agreement with her comment about time getting away, he could hardly believe it had been so long since the two of them had first met, it felt like the years had amounted to mere months, and yet both were grown now, and their paths had never crossed. He couldn’t help but wonder why they did now, after so many years. If he was more of a superstitious man, he would have thought that she was the reason his wandering had led him to the temples. It did seem very strange to run into her there, so far from where either of them had grown up.
“Perhaps there will be another chance for you to practice.” He assured her, stopping himself from inviting her to the villa to do just that. He had to remember that she was a lady now, and for all he knew she was married. It would be inappropriate for him to suggest such things to her now. When they were kids, it was much easier, the worst they had to worry about was either of her parents catching her with sword in hand.
He was surprised at the offer to join her in her prayers, he had never paid patronage to any of the other gods, his faith remaining with the common god of soldiers, but he didn’t think it would hurt to come with her. Besides that, he didn’t want to end their interaction quite yet, he felt a little drawn to her and he was curious as to why that was.
“If you’ll be so gracious as to allow me to join you, I would be happy to keep your company.” He agreed, moving slightly to the side so he was not in her way, allowing her to go ahead of him so he could follow behind.
“I am surprised to see you in Midas of all places, do you reside here now?” He asked curiously, it wasn’t exactly the first place he would have ever guessed he’d run into her. He couldn’t help but wonder if she had married a man in Midas, feeling a weird feeling at the thought of that. He pushed that feeling aside, ignoring it. If she was married, it was to be expected, she had grown into an attractive woman, and with what he remembered of their first interaction, she was intelligent. That had been the thing that had impressed Maleos as a boy, her quick wit.
"Isn't it amazing what the mind chooses to remember? Even after so many years."
Leto felt a laugh tried to escape her, but pressed her lips to keep from offering an overbroad smile. It was a practice she had been working through since spending so much more time with Lady Iolanthe. Despite her non-noble birth, respect could still be earned through hard work and practice in these noble arts and traits. After all, it was not much different than learning a new skill, like a language...or sword play.
In all cases, practice made perfect.
It was unnecessary, though. Maleos, despite his rise in rank, was of the same common blood as herself. There was a sense of unity, in some ways, with a shared origin as merely being citizens of Greece without noble title. There was a freedom that came with it too. Of course, there were expectations of men and women in society across the board, but social situations were not battlegrounds or viper pits most days.
As she handed the sword back to him, her eyes glanced around, noting that one or two curious onlookers pretended not to look their way. It was a curious interaction to say the very least. The last thing she needed was for a noble friend of her brother to see too much of something like this and find a way to make it into an interesting whisper.
Almost as if reading her mind on it, his words about potentially finding time to practice again, and she glanced away with a soft, almost bashful smile.
"I would wish it," she started, an almost self-pitying tone slipping through the cracks, which she swept away with a lightly teasing tone, "Mother would be ever so disappointed for me to pick up such an 'unladylike' habit again."
Her eyes scanned his face a moment after accepting her invitation and they started toward the opening for Athena's temple. Carrying her offering delicately, she bowed her head to a priestess who granted them entrance, then turned her head to look at him after his question.
"Ah, my brother, actually," she started, raising a brow slightly, "You may know him, actually. Magnus, the Master Informer. When he took on his role in service to the Kotas, we left Chaossis and moved here. Everything changed from there. We live in an estate in the Upper Levels of the city - my father, mother, Magnus, and myself."
Several worshippers stood before the various offering alcoves, leading Leto to pause a moment until one opened itself to them. Glancing once more at him, she asked, "And you? What brings a Captain to Midas from Eubocris?"
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"Isn't it amazing what the mind chooses to remember? Even after so many years."
Leto felt a laugh tried to escape her, but pressed her lips to keep from offering an overbroad smile. It was a practice she had been working through since spending so much more time with Lady Iolanthe. Despite her non-noble birth, respect could still be earned through hard work and practice in these noble arts and traits. After all, it was not much different than learning a new skill, like a language...or sword play.
In all cases, practice made perfect.
It was unnecessary, though. Maleos, despite his rise in rank, was of the same common blood as herself. There was a sense of unity, in some ways, with a shared origin as merely being citizens of Greece without noble title. There was a freedom that came with it too. Of course, there were expectations of men and women in society across the board, but social situations were not battlegrounds or viper pits most days.
As she handed the sword back to him, her eyes glanced around, noting that one or two curious onlookers pretended not to look their way. It was a curious interaction to say the very least. The last thing she needed was for a noble friend of her brother to see too much of something like this and find a way to make it into an interesting whisper.
Almost as if reading her mind on it, his words about potentially finding time to practice again, and she glanced away with a soft, almost bashful smile.
"I would wish it," she started, an almost self-pitying tone slipping through the cracks, which she swept away with a lightly teasing tone, "Mother would be ever so disappointed for me to pick up such an 'unladylike' habit again."
Her eyes scanned his face a moment after accepting her invitation and they started toward the opening for Athena's temple. Carrying her offering delicately, she bowed her head to a priestess who granted them entrance, then turned her head to look at him after his question.
"Ah, my brother, actually," she started, raising a brow slightly, "You may know him, actually. Magnus, the Master Informer. When he took on his role in service to the Kotas, we left Chaossis and moved here. Everything changed from there. We live in an estate in the Upper Levels of the city - my father, mother, Magnus, and myself."
Several worshippers stood before the various offering alcoves, leading Leto to pause a moment until one opened itself to them. Glancing once more at him, she asked, "And you? What brings a Captain to Midas from Eubocris?"
"Isn't it amazing what the mind chooses to remember? Even after so many years."
Leto felt a laugh tried to escape her, but pressed her lips to keep from offering an overbroad smile. It was a practice she had been working through since spending so much more time with Lady Iolanthe. Despite her non-noble birth, respect could still be earned through hard work and practice in these noble arts and traits. After all, it was not much different than learning a new skill, like a language...or sword play.
In all cases, practice made perfect.
It was unnecessary, though. Maleos, despite his rise in rank, was of the same common blood as herself. There was a sense of unity, in some ways, with a shared origin as merely being citizens of Greece without noble title. There was a freedom that came with it too. Of course, there were expectations of men and women in society across the board, but social situations were not battlegrounds or viper pits most days.
As she handed the sword back to him, her eyes glanced around, noting that one or two curious onlookers pretended not to look their way. It was a curious interaction to say the very least. The last thing she needed was for a noble friend of her brother to see too much of something like this and find a way to make it into an interesting whisper.
Almost as if reading her mind on it, his words about potentially finding time to practice again, and she glanced away with a soft, almost bashful smile.
"I would wish it," she started, an almost self-pitying tone slipping through the cracks, which she swept away with a lightly teasing tone, "Mother would be ever so disappointed for me to pick up such an 'unladylike' habit again."
Her eyes scanned his face a moment after accepting her invitation and they started toward the opening for Athena's temple. Carrying her offering delicately, she bowed her head to a priestess who granted them entrance, then turned her head to look at him after his question.
"Ah, my brother, actually," she started, raising a brow slightly, "You may know him, actually. Magnus, the Master Informer. When he took on his role in service to the Kotas, we left Chaossis and moved here. Everything changed from there. We live in an estate in the Upper Levels of the city - my father, mother, Magnus, and myself."
Several worshippers stood before the various offering alcoves, leading Leto to pause a moment until one opened itself to them. Glancing once more at him, she asked, "And you? What brings a Captain to Midas from Eubocris?"
He couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped him at her comment, a sound which was even rarer than the smiles she had drawn out of him.
“I think the mind remembers that which is important and treasured.” He said simply, and the day that he had purchased his sword was one of his best memories, along with the memory of the young girl who had sold him on it. Though he supposed he was probably one of the easiest customers she had ever had, he had gone there determined to leave with one of their swords and already knowledgeable on exactly what it was that he wanted.
He nodded a little and could understand her mothers’ point of view on swords and ladies using them, though he didn’t entirely agree. This time though, the words spilled from his mouth before he could stop himself, something that was new to him. Maleos was a careful and controlled man, and though he wasn’t the best in social situations, he normally had no problems keeping himself from saying things that he knew he shouldn’t say.
“Perhaps you will find some time to practice away from the knowledge of your mother.” He said, the very slightest hint of a blush dusted his face as he realized they were not words he should have said, an offer on his behalf to not only do something her mother wished her not to, but also suggested the two of them meeting in secret.
Luckily the two of them moved further into the dimly lit temples, and Maleos bowed his head to the priestess as well as they entered the temple, following along at her side as he let her lead by half a step.
He nodded a little when she said that he may know her brother, he had not known that she was related to him, and he wasn’t a fan of the idea. The master informer was not someone that Maleos cared to grab the attention of, and he was sure that spending time with his sister would do exactly that. He had nothing to hide, but the idea of being under the scrutiny of such a man who held the ears of some very important people made him uncomfortable. If he was ever to reach the title of Commander, he would need to remain on the good side of all those who were high up enough to make it so.
“I have met him for the briefest of moments while I was helping with the rebuilding efforts after the fires.” He stated but left it at that. She didn’t need to know his exact thoughts on her brother, it seemed obvious that she loved him and so Maleos would leave it at that.
He waited with her, happy to have a little more time for the two of them to discuss things. Normally he wasn’t much of a talker, but it seemed easier with her. Around his men he had to be the Captain, the superior officer, and though there was a bit of a bond there, he could not speak of much with them outside of their training, and most other people bothered him to the point where he actively avoided them. The one other person he enjoyed talking to had been busy recently, and he didn’t blame Timaeus for it. It was nice to have someone that was easy to talk to, he didn’t feel the pressures to measure his every word with her like he did with others.
“The call of duty.” He replied, a little proud that he had such important things to do that he would be in Midas as well.
“It seems the work never ends, though I do not complain. I prefer to keep occupied rather than sit idly in an office.” He said, not going into detail on his recent duties, as she most likely heard of the sunken ship and what was found when it had been raised from the waters. She could probably make an accurate guess on what it was he had been dealing with recently.
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He couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped him at her comment, a sound which was even rarer than the smiles she had drawn out of him.
“I think the mind remembers that which is important and treasured.” He said simply, and the day that he had purchased his sword was one of his best memories, along with the memory of the young girl who had sold him on it. Though he supposed he was probably one of the easiest customers she had ever had, he had gone there determined to leave with one of their swords and already knowledgeable on exactly what it was that he wanted.
He nodded a little and could understand her mothers’ point of view on swords and ladies using them, though he didn’t entirely agree. This time though, the words spilled from his mouth before he could stop himself, something that was new to him. Maleos was a careful and controlled man, and though he wasn’t the best in social situations, he normally had no problems keeping himself from saying things that he knew he shouldn’t say.
“Perhaps you will find some time to practice away from the knowledge of your mother.” He said, the very slightest hint of a blush dusted his face as he realized they were not words he should have said, an offer on his behalf to not only do something her mother wished her not to, but also suggested the two of them meeting in secret.
Luckily the two of them moved further into the dimly lit temples, and Maleos bowed his head to the priestess as well as they entered the temple, following along at her side as he let her lead by half a step.
He nodded a little when she said that he may know her brother, he had not known that she was related to him, and he wasn’t a fan of the idea. The master informer was not someone that Maleos cared to grab the attention of, and he was sure that spending time with his sister would do exactly that. He had nothing to hide, but the idea of being under the scrutiny of such a man who held the ears of some very important people made him uncomfortable. If he was ever to reach the title of Commander, he would need to remain on the good side of all those who were high up enough to make it so.
“I have met him for the briefest of moments while I was helping with the rebuilding efforts after the fires.” He stated but left it at that. She didn’t need to know his exact thoughts on her brother, it seemed obvious that she loved him and so Maleos would leave it at that.
He waited with her, happy to have a little more time for the two of them to discuss things. Normally he wasn’t much of a talker, but it seemed easier with her. Around his men he had to be the Captain, the superior officer, and though there was a bit of a bond there, he could not speak of much with them outside of their training, and most other people bothered him to the point where he actively avoided them. The one other person he enjoyed talking to had been busy recently, and he didn’t blame Timaeus for it. It was nice to have someone that was easy to talk to, he didn’t feel the pressures to measure his every word with her like he did with others.
“The call of duty.” He replied, a little proud that he had such important things to do that he would be in Midas as well.
“It seems the work never ends, though I do not complain. I prefer to keep occupied rather than sit idly in an office.” He said, not going into detail on his recent duties, as she most likely heard of the sunken ship and what was found when it had been raised from the waters. She could probably make an accurate guess on what it was he had been dealing with recently.
He couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped him at her comment, a sound which was even rarer than the smiles she had drawn out of him.
“I think the mind remembers that which is important and treasured.” He said simply, and the day that he had purchased his sword was one of his best memories, along with the memory of the young girl who had sold him on it. Though he supposed he was probably one of the easiest customers she had ever had, he had gone there determined to leave with one of their swords and already knowledgeable on exactly what it was that he wanted.
He nodded a little and could understand her mothers’ point of view on swords and ladies using them, though he didn’t entirely agree. This time though, the words spilled from his mouth before he could stop himself, something that was new to him. Maleos was a careful and controlled man, and though he wasn’t the best in social situations, he normally had no problems keeping himself from saying things that he knew he shouldn’t say.
“Perhaps you will find some time to practice away from the knowledge of your mother.” He said, the very slightest hint of a blush dusted his face as he realized they were not words he should have said, an offer on his behalf to not only do something her mother wished her not to, but also suggested the two of them meeting in secret.
Luckily the two of them moved further into the dimly lit temples, and Maleos bowed his head to the priestess as well as they entered the temple, following along at her side as he let her lead by half a step.
He nodded a little when she said that he may know her brother, he had not known that she was related to him, and he wasn’t a fan of the idea. The master informer was not someone that Maleos cared to grab the attention of, and he was sure that spending time with his sister would do exactly that. He had nothing to hide, but the idea of being under the scrutiny of such a man who held the ears of some very important people made him uncomfortable. If he was ever to reach the title of Commander, he would need to remain on the good side of all those who were high up enough to make it so.
“I have met him for the briefest of moments while I was helping with the rebuilding efforts after the fires.” He stated but left it at that. She didn’t need to know his exact thoughts on her brother, it seemed obvious that she loved him and so Maleos would leave it at that.
He waited with her, happy to have a little more time for the two of them to discuss things. Normally he wasn’t much of a talker, but it seemed easier with her. Around his men he had to be the Captain, the superior officer, and though there was a bit of a bond there, he could not speak of much with them outside of their training, and most other people bothered him to the point where he actively avoided them. The one other person he enjoyed talking to had been busy recently, and he didn’t blame Timaeus for it. It was nice to have someone that was easy to talk to, he didn’t feel the pressures to measure his every word with her like he did with others.
“The call of duty.” He replied, a little proud that he had such important things to do that he would be in Midas as well.
“It seems the work never ends, though I do not complain. I prefer to keep occupied rather than sit idly in an office.” He said, not going into detail on his recent duties, as she most likely heard of the sunken ship and what was found when it had been raised from the waters. She could probably make an accurate guess on what it was he had been dealing with recently.
Leto could not surpress the almost childlike, mischievous smile that dared to cross her features at his suggestion, mirroring his own by even proposing the idea. There was nothing quite like the temptation of something forbidden.
"Is that an offer?" she asked, teasingly, one brow raised quizzically before leveling out again as she added, "I...am no opposed, though I believe I would prove even more of an embarrassment than before, especially with what you know now." Back then, he had been an aspiring hoplite, with a few small learned tricks. Now, he was a seasoned warrior of experience and skill. "It would be interesting, though..I must admit."
It was a slight acceptance of a potential offer, should the stars align and it were to become a possibility. There was of course the potential for embarrassment, not just from what would be an unpracticed hand on a sword, but socially if those of the upper classes, or Magnus, discovered her doing so.
When Maleos admitted to having met the Master Informer, Leto's expression cooled slightly with a slight knowing laugh, "It certainly feels as though everyone knows him, or at least, that he has met nearly everyone. It comes with the territory, I suppose."
With each mention of her brother, she wondered if perhaps it would have been wiser to go to the Temple of Poseidon to ask for protection for his return. Her thoughts caused her to chew her lip a moment before turning her attention to Maleos once again.
Raising her brows slightly and offering a nod of understanding as he spoked, her expression became somewhat serious and sympathetic. The loss of King Tython had hit the kingdom so sharply, particularly with the new King not returned from Taengea as of yet. The world seemed in limbo in a way.
She mused on his words a moment as their turn finally arrived and she kneeled to her offering down at the foot of the goddess. Athena, adorned with her plates of armor and shining helm, towered over them, with an owl of perched on her forearm as her other arm wielded a sword, pointed towards the ground - read to be put in use should wisdom prove it necessary.
Leto could not help but feel oddly moved at the sight, having just held a sword in her own hands moments before. A sword that connected her path with Maleos' path twice now.
Was she trying to tell them something?
Her visit was brief but left her wondering as she mused on the visage of the goddess and the man who stood next to her, joining her on what proved to be a serendipitous visit to the temples. Once they had entered the main chamber of the Temple, away from others who prayed at different alcoves, she turned her head to Maleos and spoke.
"I am glad our paths crossed," she started, trying to find a way for it not to sound strange, "It feels as though it was planned by the gods, somehow. Is that not strange?"
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Leto could not surpress the almost childlike, mischievous smile that dared to cross her features at his suggestion, mirroring his own by even proposing the idea. There was nothing quite like the temptation of something forbidden.
"Is that an offer?" she asked, teasingly, one brow raised quizzically before leveling out again as she added, "I...am no opposed, though I believe I would prove even more of an embarrassment than before, especially with what you know now." Back then, he had been an aspiring hoplite, with a few small learned tricks. Now, he was a seasoned warrior of experience and skill. "It would be interesting, though..I must admit."
It was a slight acceptance of a potential offer, should the stars align and it were to become a possibility. There was of course the potential for embarrassment, not just from what would be an unpracticed hand on a sword, but socially if those of the upper classes, or Magnus, discovered her doing so.
When Maleos admitted to having met the Master Informer, Leto's expression cooled slightly with a slight knowing laugh, "It certainly feels as though everyone knows him, or at least, that he has met nearly everyone. It comes with the territory, I suppose."
With each mention of her brother, she wondered if perhaps it would have been wiser to go to the Temple of Poseidon to ask for protection for his return. Her thoughts caused her to chew her lip a moment before turning her attention to Maleos once again.
Raising her brows slightly and offering a nod of understanding as he spoked, her expression became somewhat serious and sympathetic. The loss of King Tython had hit the kingdom so sharply, particularly with the new King not returned from Taengea as of yet. The world seemed in limbo in a way.
She mused on his words a moment as their turn finally arrived and she kneeled to her offering down at the foot of the goddess. Athena, adorned with her plates of armor and shining helm, towered over them, with an owl of perched on her forearm as her other arm wielded a sword, pointed towards the ground - read to be put in use should wisdom prove it necessary.
Leto could not help but feel oddly moved at the sight, having just held a sword in her own hands moments before. A sword that connected her path with Maleos' path twice now.
Was she trying to tell them something?
Her visit was brief but left her wondering as she mused on the visage of the goddess and the man who stood next to her, joining her on what proved to be a serendipitous visit to the temples. Once they had entered the main chamber of the Temple, away from others who prayed at different alcoves, she turned her head to Maleos and spoke.
"I am glad our paths crossed," she started, trying to find a way for it not to sound strange, "It feels as though it was planned by the gods, somehow. Is that not strange?"
Leto could not surpress the almost childlike, mischievous smile that dared to cross her features at his suggestion, mirroring his own by even proposing the idea. There was nothing quite like the temptation of something forbidden.
"Is that an offer?" she asked, teasingly, one brow raised quizzically before leveling out again as she added, "I...am no opposed, though I believe I would prove even more of an embarrassment than before, especially with what you know now." Back then, he had been an aspiring hoplite, with a few small learned tricks. Now, he was a seasoned warrior of experience and skill. "It would be interesting, though..I must admit."
It was a slight acceptance of a potential offer, should the stars align and it were to become a possibility. There was of course the potential for embarrassment, not just from what would be an unpracticed hand on a sword, but socially if those of the upper classes, or Magnus, discovered her doing so.
When Maleos admitted to having met the Master Informer, Leto's expression cooled slightly with a slight knowing laugh, "It certainly feels as though everyone knows him, or at least, that he has met nearly everyone. It comes with the territory, I suppose."
With each mention of her brother, she wondered if perhaps it would have been wiser to go to the Temple of Poseidon to ask for protection for his return. Her thoughts caused her to chew her lip a moment before turning her attention to Maleos once again.
Raising her brows slightly and offering a nod of understanding as he spoked, her expression became somewhat serious and sympathetic. The loss of King Tython had hit the kingdom so sharply, particularly with the new King not returned from Taengea as of yet. The world seemed in limbo in a way.
She mused on his words a moment as their turn finally arrived and she kneeled to her offering down at the foot of the goddess. Athena, adorned with her plates of armor and shining helm, towered over them, with an owl of perched on her forearm as her other arm wielded a sword, pointed towards the ground - read to be put in use should wisdom prove it necessary.
Leto could not help but feel oddly moved at the sight, having just held a sword in her own hands moments before. A sword that connected her path with Maleos' path twice now.
Was she trying to tell them something?
Her visit was brief but left her wondering as she mused on the visage of the goddess and the man who stood next to her, joining her on what proved to be a serendipitous visit to the temples. Once they had entered the main chamber of the Temple, away from others who prayed at different alcoves, she turned her head to Maleos and spoke.
"I am glad our paths crossed," she started, trying to find a way for it not to sound strange, "It feels as though it was planned by the gods, somehow. Is that not strange?"
“It is an offer, if it does not offend you that I would suggest such.” He replied, assuming by her reaction that she did not take offense to his suggestion of once more getting to swing a sword. She seemed eager enough for the opportunity, and he was happy to oblige. Getting to spend time with her and show off some of his new skills sounded like an amazing outing to the Captain.
“No need to be embarrassed. As a young woman you showed promise, I am sure it is the same now. All you need is the chance to practice tactics, you were a natural with a sword.” He assured her, and he meant every word. He wasn’t the type to lie in order to flatter someone, she had truly been skilled with a sword for someone of her age and someone who did not get to practice often, all she needed was some training in tactics, and she could fit right in to his military unit.
He nodded. “He is a respected man with a higher social standing, it is sure that most would have met him in some capacity.” He said, which was true. At least most with any sort of standing would know him, he doubted many common folk bothered to know his name or job.
When they reached the alcove, he watched her place her offering and kneel, and though he was not well versed in the worship of the other Gods, he followed suit, kneeling beside her as he offered his own silent prayer. She was not wrong, it could not hurt to send up prayers for the future of Colchis and her armies during these times of strife, even if the prayers went to Gods other than his usual one. It felt strange, to kneel and pray to someone other than Ares, and after this, he knew he would return to his prayer to the singular God he had always prayed to. Ares had taken care of him so far, had helped him get to where he was, and for that Maleos was forever thankful to the God of soldiers.
When Leto stood Maleos followed suit again, walking with her in silence as they made their way back to the main chamber of the temple. He looked at her as she broke their easy silence and couldn’t help the smile that once more crept onto his face at her words. It seemed she had a knack for making him smile, something that was entirely too rare in the presence of most other people.
“I do not believe it to be strange.” He replied.
“Something draws us together, whether it is the whim of the Gods, I do not know for sure, but I feel it as well.” He commented, then cleared his throat a little.
“I have enjoyed seeing you once again, and I look forward to doing so again soon. I should return to my unit, I have some work to attend to.” He offered her a small bow and another smile.
“Until we meet again, my lady.” He said as a parting comment before he turned and took his leave on foot, heading out of the temple and back into the streets of Midas.
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“It is an offer, if it does not offend you that I would suggest such.” He replied, assuming by her reaction that she did not take offense to his suggestion of once more getting to swing a sword. She seemed eager enough for the opportunity, and he was happy to oblige. Getting to spend time with her and show off some of his new skills sounded like an amazing outing to the Captain.
“No need to be embarrassed. As a young woman you showed promise, I am sure it is the same now. All you need is the chance to practice tactics, you were a natural with a sword.” He assured her, and he meant every word. He wasn’t the type to lie in order to flatter someone, she had truly been skilled with a sword for someone of her age and someone who did not get to practice often, all she needed was some training in tactics, and she could fit right in to his military unit.
He nodded. “He is a respected man with a higher social standing, it is sure that most would have met him in some capacity.” He said, which was true. At least most with any sort of standing would know him, he doubted many common folk bothered to know his name or job.
When they reached the alcove, he watched her place her offering and kneel, and though he was not well versed in the worship of the other Gods, he followed suit, kneeling beside her as he offered his own silent prayer. She was not wrong, it could not hurt to send up prayers for the future of Colchis and her armies during these times of strife, even if the prayers went to Gods other than his usual one. It felt strange, to kneel and pray to someone other than Ares, and after this, he knew he would return to his prayer to the singular God he had always prayed to. Ares had taken care of him so far, had helped him get to where he was, and for that Maleos was forever thankful to the God of soldiers.
When Leto stood Maleos followed suit again, walking with her in silence as they made their way back to the main chamber of the temple. He looked at her as she broke their easy silence and couldn’t help the smile that once more crept onto his face at her words. It seemed she had a knack for making him smile, something that was entirely too rare in the presence of most other people.
“I do not believe it to be strange.” He replied.
“Something draws us together, whether it is the whim of the Gods, I do not know for sure, but I feel it as well.” He commented, then cleared his throat a little.
“I have enjoyed seeing you once again, and I look forward to doing so again soon. I should return to my unit, I have some work to attend to.” He offered her a small bow and another smile.
“Until we meet again, my lady.” He said as a parting comment before he turned and took his leave on foot, heading out of the temple and back into the streets of Midas.
“It is an offer, if it does not offend you that I would suggest such.” He replied, assuming by her reaction that she did not take offense to his suggestion of once more getting to swing a sword. She seemed eager enough for the opportunity, and he was happy to oblige. Getting to spend time with her and show off some of his new skills sounded like an amazing outing to the Captain.
“No need to be embarrassed. As a young woman you showed promise, I am sure it is the same now. All you need is the chance to practice tactics, you were a natural with a sword.” He assured her, and he meant every word. He wasn’t the type to lie in order to flatter someone, she had truly been skilled with a sword for someone of her age and someone who did not get to practice often, all she needed was some training in tactics, and she could fit right in to his military unit.
He nodded. “He is a respected man with a higher social standing, it is sure that most would have met him in some capacity.” He said, which was true. At least most with any sort of standing would know him, he doubted many common folk bothered to know his name or job.
When they reached the alcove, he watched her place her offering and kneel, and though he was not well versed in the worship of the other Gods, he followed suit, kneeling beside her as he offered his own silent prayer. She was not wrong, it could not hurt to send up prayers for the future of Colchis and her armies during these times of strife, even if the prayers went to Gods other than his usual one. It felt strange, to kneel and pray to someone other than Ares, and after this, he knew he would return to his prayer to the singular God he had always prayed to. Ares had taken care of him so far, had helped him get to where he was, and for that Maleos was forever thankful to the God of soldiers.
When Leto stood Maleos followed suit again, walking with her in silence as they made their way back to the main chamber of the temple. He looked at her as she broke their easy silence and couldn’t help the smile that once more crept onto his face at her words. It seemed she had a knack for making him smile, something that was entirely too rare in the presence of most other people.
“I do not believe it to be strange.” He replied.
“Something draws us together, whether it is the whim of the Gods, I do not know for sure, but I feel it as well.” He commented, then cleared his throat a little.
“I have enjoyed seeing you once again, and I look forward to doing so again soon. I should return to my unit, I have some work to attend to.” He offered her a small bow and another smile.
“Until we meet again, my lady.” He said as a parting comment before he turned and took his leave on foot, heading out of the temple and back into the streets of Midas.