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As a Huntress, stealth in any kind of terrain was one of Aedea’s best skills. As she moved through the crevices and valleys, completely undetected, hunting bow in hand and three hunting dogs at her sides, she had the mission of hunting the mountain sheep, goats, mouflons and ibex that lived in the region.
The meat of the game would make a tasty meal for the sisters, their furs and hides could be sold for a good price, and the horns and bones would serve as a proper offering for Artemis, their patron goddess. Aedea was the kind of hunter that used every part of the animal; something she took great pride on.
She stopped when she saw the mark of cloven hooves in the ground. Upon touching them, she realized they were fresh… she was close to her prey. She turned to check on her hounds – the three of them were following her, but Baklava seemed to be focused on something else. Sniffing the ground, she darted off barking in the wrong direction, and after letting out an exasperated groan, she began following her. Did she pick something she missed, she wondered?
It was then when she saw that the damn dog had the wrong target: she was chasing a person. Aedea’s eyes widened as she screamed, “Baklava, no!” and chased her, as the dog began to chase the poor idiot.
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As a Huntress, stealth in any kind of terrain was one of Aedea’s best skills. As she moved through the crevices and valleys, completely undetected, hunting bow in hand and three hunting dogs at her sides, she had the mission of hunting the mountain sheep, goats, mouflons and ibex that lived in the region.
The meat of the game would make a tasty meal for the sisters, their furs and hides could be sold for a good price, and the horns and bones would serve as a proper offering for Artemis, their patron goddess. Aedea was the kind of hunter that used every part of the animal; something she took great pride on.
She stopped when she saw the mark of cloven hooves in the ground. Upon touching them, she realized they were fresh… she was close to her prey. She turned to check on her hounds – the three of them were following her, but Baklava seemed to be focused on something else. Sniffing the ground, she darted off barking in the wrong direction, and after letting out an exasperated groan, she began following her. Did she pick something she missed, she wondered?
It was then when she saw that the damn dog had the wrong target: she was chasing a person. Aedea’s eyes widened as she screamed, “Baklava, no!” and chased her, as the dog began to chase the poor idiot.
As a Huntress, stealth in any kind of terrain was one of Aedea’s best skills. As she moved through the crevices and valleys, completely undetected, hunting bow in hand and three hunting dogs at her sides, she had the mission of hunting the mountain sheep, goats, mouflons and ibex that lived in the region.
The meat of the game would make a tasty meal for the sisters, their furs and hides could be sold for a good price, and the horns and bones would serve as a proper offering for Artemis, their patron goddess. Aedea was the kind of hunter that used every part of the animal; something she took great pride on.
She stopped when she saw the mark of cloven hooves in the ground. Upon touching them, she realized they were fresh… she was close to her prey. She turned to check on her hounds – the three of them were following her, but Baklava seemed to be focused on something else. Sniffing the ground, she darted off barking in the wrong direction, and after letting out an exasperated groan, she began following her. Did she pick something she missed, she wondered?
It was then when she saw that the damn dog had the wrong target: she was chasing a person. Aedea’s eyes widened as she screamed, “Baklava, no!” and chased her, as the dog began to chase the poor idiot.
Getting reacquainted with the gorge was not something Silanos exactly looked forward to. The wild mountains and passes that made up his home had felt more like a prison than anything, a prison weighted with the grief of his family. It was why he had left, fled really, those years ago when Nicomeded had died.
But here he was, and it seemed not much had changed in the time he had been gone. Rock would not be remade easily, and the paths he had learnt like rat runs as a child still remained. Sil had grown restless under the fussing of his mother and had struck out early morning, charming the cook so she had sent him off with a wrapped lunch like she would when he was a boy. The younger Lord Valaoritis had stuffed it into a pack and set off into the brooding mountains that his family called home.
It was bittersweet, as for all the memories he had of scrambling around with his brothers, there was the constant reminder that everything was different now. The rocks did not change but his family had. Timaeus now bore the title of Varanos. His father gone, Nicomedes gone, and Sil with no idea how he was supposed to fit into everything. He had yet to speak to his brother of the circumstances that had seen his return, was still debating if there were any need to. He was far from Taengean soil now, after all.
These were the things he considered as he trekked through one of the goat tracks he and his brother’s had favoured. It was well hidden, bordered by steep cliffs that stretched upwards towards the sky, and he knew that it would lead him up there, eventually, and he could look down on the world. But Sil hadn’t been walking for long before it became apparent that he’d fallen a little out of condition living the soft life he had in Taengea. Too much wine, not enough sleep, and he felt almost twice his age. That was fucking embarassing. He’d paused a moment to take a swig of the too sweet juice the cook had packed up for him, pulling a face. It was like she thought he was still the kid who’d pestered for baklava and sweet bread. Perils of being the youngest.
But he nearly dropped the whole lot when the hound of Hades appeared, careering round the corner all slobbering and panting. Instinct won out over common sense, and the lord ran, not much fancying staying put and waiting for the thing to devour him as it clearly wanted to. He shot up the rocky path as fast as he could run, but there was no way he would outrun the dog - not unless he sprouted wings from his heels like Hermes himself.
And so Silanos turned to a skill he thought he had been gifted by the gods, reached up and levered himself up the rock face, scrambling to find a foot hold to take himh higher and out of the way of snapping, salivating jowels.
“Fucking fuck off you cretin.” he spat down at the dog, kicking out with a foot in an attempt to dissuade it from trying to follow. Where had it even come from? It was a hunting hound of sorts, but whatever idiot claimed to own it clearly had no control. Sil dug his fingers into the rocky crevice and hung on for dear life, only taking his eyes off the dog for a moment as he saw movement in his peripheral vision.
"Call off your fucking dog" he yelled harshly, which was a little hard to do when clinging so precariously to the cliff. He didn't bother to look to see who exactly the creature belonged to, too busy concentrating on not slipping back to within range of it's teeth.
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Getting reacquainted with the gorge was not something Silanos exactly looked forward to. The wild mountains and passes that made up his home had felt more like a prison than anything, a prison weighted with the grief of his family. It was why he had left, fled really, those years ago when Nicomeded had died.
But here he was, and it seemed not much had changed in the time he had been gone. Rock would not be remade easily, and the paths he had learnt like rat runs as a child still remained. Sil had grown restless under the fussing of his mother and had struck out early morning, charming the cook so she had sent him off with a wrapped lunch like she would when he was a boy. The younger Lord Valaoritis had stuffed it into a pack and set off into the brooding mountains that his family called home.
It was bittersweet, as for all the memories he had of scrambling around with his brothers, there was the constant reminder that everything was different now. The rocks did not change but his family had. Timaeus now bore the title of Varanos. His father gone, Nicomedes gone, and Sil with no idea how he was supposed to fit into everything. He had yet to speak to his brother of the circumstances that had seen his return, was still debating if there were any need to. He was far from Taengean soil now, after all.
These were the things he considered as he trekked through one of the goat tracks he and his brother’s had favoured. It was well hidden, bordered by steep cliffs that stretched upwards towards the sky, and he knew that it would lead him up there, eventually, and he could look down on the world. But Sil hadn’t been walking for long before it became apparent that he’d fallen a little out of condition living the soft life he had in Taengea. Too much wine, not enough sleep, and he felt almost twice his age. That was fucking embarassing. He’d paused a moment to take a swig of the too sweet juice the cook had packed up for him, pulling a face. It was like she thought he was still the kid who’d pestered for baklava and sweet bread. Perils of being the youngest.
But he nearly dropped the whole lot when the hound of Hades appeared, careering round the corner all slobbering and panting. Instinct won out over common sense, and the lord ran, not much fancying staying put and waiting for the thing to devour him as it clearly wanted to. He shot up the rocky path as fast as he could run, but there was no way he would outrun the dog - not unless he sprouted wings from his heels like Hermes himself.
And so Silanos turned to a skill he thought he had been gifted by the gods, reached up and levered himself up the rock face, scrambling to find a foot hold to take himh higher and out of the way of snapping, salivating jowels.
“Fucking fuck off you cretin.” he spat down at the dog, kicking out with a foot in an attempt to dissuade it from trying to follow. Where had it even come from? It was a hunting hound of sorts, but whatever idiot claimed to own it clearly had no control. Sil dug his fingers into the rocky crevice and hung on for dear life, only taking his eyes off the dog for a moment as he saw movement in his peripheral vision.
"Call off your fucking dog" he yelled harshly, which was a little hard to do when clinging so precariously to the cliff. He didn't bother to look to see who exactly the creature belonged to, too busy concentrating on not slipping back to within range of it's teeth.
Getting reacquainted with the gorge was not something Silanos exactly looked forward to. The wild mountains and passes that made up his home had felt more like a prison than anything, a prison weighted with the grief of his family. It was why he had left, fled really, those years ago when Nicomeded had died.
But here he was, and it seemed not much had changed in the time he had been gone. Rock would not be remade easily, and the paths he had learnt like rat runs as a child still remained. Sil had grown restless under the fussing of his mother and had struck out early morning, charming the cook so she had sent him off with a wrapped lunch like she would when he was a boy. The younger Lord Valaoritis had stuffed it into a pack and set off into the brooding mountains that his family called home.
It was bittersweet, as for all the memories he had of scrambling around with his brothers, there was the constant reminder that everything was different now. The rocks did not change but his family had. Timaeus now bore the title of Varanos. His father gone, Nicomedes gone, and Sil with no idea how he was supposed to fit into everything. He had yet to speak to his brother of the circumstances that had seen his return, was still debating if there were any need to. He was far from Taengean soil now, after all.
These were the things he considered as he trekked through one of the goat tracks he and his brother’s had favoured. It was well hidden, bordered by steep cliffs that stretched upwards towards the sky, and he knew that it would lead him up there, eventually, and he could look down on the world. But Sil hadn’t been walking for long before it became apparent that he’d fallen a little out of condition living the soft life he had in Taengea. Too much wine, not enough sleep, and he felt almost twice his age. That was fucking embarassing. He’d paused a moment to take a swig of the too sweet juice the cook had packed up for him, pulling a face. It was like she thought he was still the kid who’d pestered for baklava and sweet bread. Perils of being the youngest.
But he nearly dropped the whole lot when the hound of Hades appeared, careering round the corner all slobbering and panting. Instinct won out over common sense, and the lord ran, not much fancying staying put and waiting for the thing to devour him as it clearly wanted to. He shot up the rocky path as fast as he could run, but there was no way he would outrun the dog - not unless he sprouted wings from his heels like Hermes himself.
And so Silanos turned to a skill he thought he had been gifted by the gods, reached up and levered himself up the rock face, scrambling to find a foot hold to take himh higher and out of the way of snapping, salivating jowels.
“Fucking fuck off you cretin.” he spat down at the dog, kicking out with a foot in an attempt to dissuade it from trying to follow. Where had it even come from? It was a hunting hound of sorts, but whatever idiot claimed to own it clearly had no control. Sil dug his fingers into the rocky crevice and hung on for dear life, only taking his eyes off the dog for a moment as he saw movement in his peripheral vision.
"Call off your fucking dog" he yelled harshly, which was a little hard to do when clinging so precariously to the cliff. He didn't bother to look to see who exactly the creature belonged to, too busy concentrating on not slipping back to within range of it's teeth.
Baklava was the kind of dog that couldn’t see food unattended because she would eat it with no hesitation, and she also knew that she wouldn’t get in trouble with her mistress if she gave her food as well. However, chasing a man for the food he was probably carrying in his bag was out of the question, so she began to scream, “Baklava, no!” over and over until she caught up to her.
She stopped barking, but now she was panting and slobbering while staring at a man climbing a cliff to get to safety, and swearing at them. Aedea grabbed Baklava by the collar and snarled at her, baring her teeth fiercely. The dog shrunk and whimpered – she was reminded who was her alpha now.
Without taking her hand of the collar, the Huntress looked at the man on the cliff. He was fairly attractive, she had to admit, “Can get down! Is safe!”, she said loudly, without suspecting how unsafe it looked. A weird woman with a blood and dirt stained white tunic, a bow in one hand and grabbing a dog in the other, speaking with a weird idiolect that made her sound like a barbarian? Not something you saw every day.
She kept staring, hoping for the man to calm down, “No fear! She only maul if order!”, she reassured, rather unreassuringly, while she smiled with a weird, fully toothed smile, convinced than that would help.
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Baklava was the kind of dog that couldn’t see food unattended because she would eat it with no hesitation, and she also knew that she wouldn’t get in trouble with her mistress if she gave her food as well. However, chasing a man for the food he was probably carrying in his bag was out of the question, so she began to scream, “Baklava, no!” over and over until she caught up to her.
She stopped barking, but now she was panting and slobbering while staring at a man climbing a cliff to get to safety, and swearing at them. Aedea grabbed Baklava by the collar and snarled at her, baring her teeth fiercely. The dog shrunk and whimpered – she was reminded who was her alpha now.
Without taking her hand of the collar, the Huntress looked at the man on the cliff. He was fairly attractive, she had to admit, “Can get down! Is safe!”, she said loudly, without suspecting how unsafe it looked. A weird woman with a blood and dirt stained white tunic, a bow in one hand and grabbing a dog in the other, speaking with a weird idiolect that made her sound like a barbarian? Not something you saw every day.
She kept staring, hoping for the man to calm down, “No fear! She only maul if order!”, she reassured, rather unreassuringly, while she smiled with a weird, fully toothed smile, convinced than that would help.
Baklava was the kind of dog that couldn’t see food unattended because she would eat it with no hesitation, and she also knew that she wouldn’t get in trouble with her mistress if she gave her food as well. However, chasing a man for the food he was probably carrying in his bag was out of the question, so she began to scream, “Baklava, no!” over and over until she caught up to her.
She stopped barking, but now she was panting and slobbering while staring at a man climbing a cliff to get to safety, and swearing at them. Aedea grabbed Baklava by the collar and snarled at her, baring her teeth fiercely. The dog shrunk and whimpered – she was reminded who was her alpha now.
Without taking her hand of the collar, the Huntress looked at the man on the cliff. He was fairly attractive, she had to admit, “Can get down! Is safe!”, she said loudly, without suspecting how unsafe it looked. A weird woman with a blood and dirt stained white tunic, a bow in one hand and grabbing a dog in the other, speaking with a weird idiolect that made her sound like a barbarian? Not something you saw every day.
She kept staring, hoping for the man to calm down, “No fear! She only maul if order!”, she reassured, rather unreassuringly, while she smiled with a weird, fully toothed smile, convinced than that would help.
Silanos jammed his fingers into a slighly higher hold, hauled himself upward a little so he was safely above anywhere the dog could reach him. His arms trembled from the exertion *fuck he was out of shape*, but he could at least turn his attention to the screeching woman who now stood below him, baring her teeth at her dog like some kind of savage.
The young lord gawped, his expression betraying his thoughts on the rather wild looking girl. Armed with a bow, she looked as if she had not seen a bath for days, daubed with red that matched the odd colour of her hair, and now she was just staring at him and calling out in that strange voice that made it sound like she’d half-swallowed all the words that came out of her mouth.
Silanos took a moment to wonder which of the gods he had displeased.
And then because he realised he looked a fool clinging like a burr to the side of the cliff whilst this red-haired simpleton stared up at him, the lord made a careful descent, throwing repeated looks over his shoulder to ensure the dog was still contained. He let himself drop the last few feet, bending his knees to absorb the impact of the landing and then standing, wiping his hands off on his clothes and taking a healthy couple of steps away from the woman, whose smile was fully unnerving.
“You need to control that thing better” he said, glancing at the dog that did not seem nearly as intimidating as the one that had come haring after him only a few moments ago. Silanos scowled, rolled his shoulders back.*Thank Hera no-one had seen* Except, that was, for this peculiar woman. He looked a little more closely at her, at the shocking thatch of hair and her too pale skin. It was hard not to stare, and that left the pair of them just staring at one another.
After a moment, Silanos seemed to realise that, and cleared his throat. “ What are you even doing out here?” He had thought this pass one of the little secrets shared between he and his brethren, and was rather put out to find some wild woman wandering about. He eyed the bow doubtfully.
“Hunting? Alone?”
She did seem kind of untamed. Maybe she was a slave on the run or something. He looked for any sign of ownership, eyes alighting on the strange collar like affair around her throat.
“Where do you come from?”
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Silanos jammed his fingers into a slighly higher hold, hauled himself upward a little so he was safely above anywhere the dog could reach him. His arms trembled from the exertion *fuck he was out of shape*, but he could at least turn his attention to the screeching woman who now stood below him, baring her teeth at her dog like some kind of savage.
The young lord gawped, his expression betraying his thoughts on the rather wild looking girl. Armed with a bow, she looked as if she had not seen a bath for days, daubed with red that matched the odd colour of her hair, and now she was just staring at him and calling out in that strange voice that made it sound like she’d half-swallowed all the words that came out of her mouth.
Silanos took a moment to wonder which of the gods he had displeased.
And then because he realised he looked a fool clinging like a burr to the side of the cliff whilst this red-haired simpleton stared up at him, the lord made a careful descent, throwing repeated looks over his shoulder to ensure the dog was still contained. He let himself drop the last few feet, bending his knees to absorb the impact of the landing and then standing, wiping his hands off on his clothes and taking a healthy couple of steps away from the woman, whose smile was fully unnerving.
“You need to control that thing better” he said, glancing at the dog that did not seem nearly as intimidating as the one that had come haring after him only a few moments ago. Silanos scowled, rolled his shoulders back.*Thank Hera no-one had seen* Except, that was, for this peculiar woman. He looked a little more closely at her, at the shocking thatch of hair and her too pale skin. It was hard not to stare, and that left the pair of them just staring at one another.
After a moment, Silanos seemed to realise that, and cleared his throat. “ What are you even doing out here?” He had thought this pass one of the little secrets shared between he and his brethren, and was rather put out to find some wild woman wandering about. He eyed the bow doubtfully.
“Hunting? Alone?”
She did seem kind of untamed. Maybe she was a slave on the run or something. He looked for any sign of ownership, eyes alighting on the strange collar like affair around her throat.
“Where do you come from?”
Silanos jammed his fingers into a slighly higher hold, hauled himself upward a little so he was safely above anywhere the dog could reach him. His arms trembled from the exertion *fuck he was out of shape*, but he could at least turn his attention to the screeching woman who now stood below him, baring her teeth at her dog like some kind of savage.
The young lord gawped, his expression betraying his thoughts on the rather wild looking girl. Armed with a bow, she looked as if she had not seen a bath for days, daubed with red that matched the odd colour of her hair, and now she was just staring at him and calling out in that strange voice that made it sound like she’d half-swallowed all the words that came out of her mouth.
Silanos took a moment to wonder which of the gods he had displeased.
And then because he realised he looked a fool clinging like a burr to the side of the cliff whilst this red-haired simpleton stared up at him, the lord made a careful descent, throwing repeated looks over his shoulder to ensure the dog was still contained. He let himself drop the last few feet, bending his knees to absorb the impact of the landing and then standing, wiping his hands off on his clothes and taking a healthy couple of steps away from the woman, whose smile was fully unnerving.
“You need to control that thing better” he said, glancing at the dog that did not seem nearly as intimidating as the one that had come haring after him only a few moments ago. Silanos scowled, rolled his shoulders back.*Thank Hera no-one had seen* Except, that was, for this peculiar woman. He looked a little more closely at her, at the shocking thatch of hair and her too pale skin. It was hard not to stare, and that left the pair of them just staring at one another.
After a moment, Silanos seemed to realise that, and cleared his throat. “ What are you even doing out here?” He had thought this pass one of the little secrets shared between he and his brethren, and was rather put out to find some wild woman wandering about. He eyed the bow doubtfully.
“Hunting? Alone?”
She did seem kind of untamed. Maybe she was a slave on the run or something. He looked for any sign of ownership, eyes alighting on the strange collar like affair around her throat.
“Where do you come from?”
Aedea saw that the man seemed about to fall down and injure himself. While she was skilled with healing, and had the materials to tend to wounds with her at the moment – since it never hurt to be prepared –, a broken arm would need serious care, so she expected him to be stubborn and climb down. And good thing, he did! She was ready to help him, but he seemed capable to get down on his own uninjured. All the while, she kept smiling as if she was someone that just learned what a smile was.
When she was sure the dog calmed down, she let go off her collar, and she remained still, though she was still slobbering, still smelling the food on his bag, “No thing. Baklava”, she explained while she scratched the hound behind the ear. She was note sure why he would call her a ‘thing’, since she was clearly a dog. She knew that people had dogs in Colchis.
The man before him seemed well groomed, probably a noble? He had nice clothes, too, and a handsome face, especially from up close. She thought how dangerous would be to venture in such a place, not only because of the bandits, but because of the wild animals that might defend their territory.
And he was staring at her. Not surprising. People always stared. Red hair, blue eyes and pale skin were not common anywhere in Greece… a lot of people thought she was a vampire, or a werewolf. She took the latter as a compliment, however.
“Hunting, yes. Alone, no. See?”, and with that, she put her hands in her mouth and let out a loud whistle, and not even a minute passed before two more dogs came trotting to the side of her mistress, “Lime”, she pointed to one, and then another, “Roditis. No alone.”
Asking where she came from caught her off guard. Did she mean where she was born, where was her house, from which direction did she come? He needed to be more specific, but Aedea didn’t know quite well the word ‘specific’, “Come from Lands Afar”, she decided to say, mostly because he was still observing her features.
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Aedea saw that the man seemed about to fall down and injure himself. While she was skilled with healing, and had the materials to tend to wounds with her at the moment – since it never hurt to be prepared –, a broken arm would need serious care, so she expected him to be stubborn and climb down. And good thing, he did! She was ready to help him, but he seemed capable to get down on his own uninjured. All the while, she kept smiling as if she was someone that just learned what a smile was.
When she was sure the dog calmed down, she let go off her collar, and she remained still, though she was still slobbering, still smelling the food on his bag, “No thing. Baklava”, she explained while she scratched the hound behind the ear. She was note sure why he would call her a ‘thing’, since she was clearly a dog. She knew that people had dogs in Colchis.
The man before him seemed well groomed, probably a noble? He had nice clothes, too, and a handsome face, especially from up close. She thought how dangerous would be to venture in such a place, not only because of the bandits, but because of the wild animals that might defend their territory.
And he was staring at her. Not surprising. People always stared. Red hair, blue eyes and pale skin were not common anywhere in Greece… a lot of people thought she was a vampire, or a werewolf. She took the latter as a compliment, however.
“Hunting, yes. Alone, no. See?”, and with that, she put her hands in her mouth and let out a loud whistle, and not even a minute passed before two more dogs came trotting to the side of her mistress, “Lime”, she pointed to one, and then another, “Roditis. No alone.”
Asking where she came from caught her off guard. Did she mean where she was born, where was her house, from which direction did she come? He needed to be more specific, but Aedea didn’t know quite well the word ‘specific’, “Come from Lands Afar”, she decided to say, mostly because he was still observing her features.
Aedea saw that the man seemed about to fall down and injure himself. While she was skilled with healing, and had the materials to tend to wounds with her at the moment – since it never hurt to be prepared –, a broken arm would need serious care, so she expected him to be stubborn and climb down. And good thing, he did! She was ready to help him, but he seemed capable to get down on his own uninjured. All the while, she kept smiling as if she was someone that just learned what a smile was.
When she was sure the dog calmed down, she let go off her collar, and she remained still, though she was still slobbering, still smelling the food on his bag, “No thing. Baklava”, she explained while she scratched the hound behind the ear. She was note sure why he would call her a ‘thing’, since she was clearly a dog. She knew that people had dogs in Colchis.
The man before him seemed well groomed, probably a noble? He had nice clothes, too, and a handsome face, especially from up close. She thought how dangerous would be to venture in such a place, not only because of the bandits, but because of the wild animals that might defend their territory.
And he was staring at her. Not surprising. People always stared. Red hair, blue eyes and pale skin were not common anywhere in Greece… a lot of people thought she was a vampire, or a werewolf. She took the latter as a compliment, however.
“Hunting, yes. Alone, no. See?”, and with that, she put her hands in her mouth and let out a loud whistle, and not even a minute passed before two more dogs came trotting to the side of her mistress, “Lime”, she pointed to one, and then another, “Roditis. No alone.”
Asking where she came from caught her off guard. Did she mean where she was born, where was her house, from which direction did she come? He needed to be more specific, but Aedea didn’t know quite well the word ‘specific’, “Come from Lands Afar”, she decided to say, mostly because he was still observing her features.
Born and raised in the gorge, climbing was one thing that Silanos did not concern himself with. It came almost as easy as walking. Or at least did when he wasnt so fucking unfit he thought with a grimace, shaking out his arms. Taengea had made him soft, somehow. He looked back at the red-haired woman, eyes slightly wide and questioning. Why was she just grinning at him like that?
'Nothing Baclava'. Her words didn’t mean anything to him, and the lord’s brow creased. He didn’t know how to speak idiot. “What?”
The dog at least seemed to have been subdued, though it was still drooling and staring at him more than he would like. They were both staring at him. Like he was the weird one here? And that she was out here alone was concerning. She should have a..helper or something. Girl couldn’t string a sentence together.
He flinched at the loud whistling that pierced the air, and then took a half a step backwards as two more dogs appeared from nowhere. Well that was fucking great. And then as the girl gestured and mumbled some more, he realised that she was introducing him to the things. She wasn’t alone, because she had the hellbeasts with her.
“...you..named your dogs after food?” he asked, looking between the three hounds. “How novel”. Another check on the weird list. And then when she gave him some nonsense answer about where she came from, Sil became even more convinced that she’d escaped from somewhere.
He gestured toward the collar about her throat, and spoke particularly slowly and loudly for her benefit. “WHO.OWNS.YOU?” Perhaps the dogs were stolen? Not that Sil really cared, now one wasn’t trying to eat him. But the girl was a bit of an oddity, and Silanos tended to get easily distracted, so she held his focus for now. Unless Eubocris had changed an awful lot since he’d left and it was now the norm to find bloodied, toothily smiling simpletons wandering around the gorge.
He tried to speak to her again “WHERE. IS.YOUR.MASTER?”
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Born and raised in the gorge, climbing was one thing that Silanos did not concern himself with. It came almost as easy as walking. Or at least did when he wasnt so fucking unfit he thought with a grimace, shaking out his arms. Taengea had made him soft, somehow. He looked back at the red-haired woman, eyes slightly wide and questioning. Why was she just grinning at him like that?
'Nothing Baclava'. Her words didn’t mean anything to him, and the lord’s brow creased. He didn’t know how to speak idiot. “What?”
The dog at least seemed to have been subdued, though it was still drooling and staring at him more than he would like. They were both staring at him. Like he was the weird one here? And that she was out here alone was concerning. She should have a..helper or something. Girl couldn’t string a sentence together.
He flinched at the loud whistling that pierced the air, and then took a half a step backwards as two more dogs appeared from nowhere. Well that was fucking great. And then as the girl gestured and mumbled some more, he realised that she was introducing him to the things. She wasn’t alone, because she had the hellbeasts with her.
“...you..named your dogs after food?” he asked, looking between the three hounds. “How novel”. Another check on the weird list. And then when she gave him some nonsense answer about where she came from, Sil became even more convinced that she’d escaped from somewhere.
He gestured toward the collar about her throat, and spoke particularly slowly and loudly for her benefit. “WHO.OWNS.YOU?” Perhaps the dogs were stolen? Not that Sil really cared, now one wasn’t trying to eat him. But the girl was a bit of an oddity, and Silanos tended to get easily distracted, so she held his focus for now. Unless Eubocris had changed an awful lot since he’d left and it was now the norm to find bloodied, toothily smiling simpletons wandering around the gorge.
He tried to speak to her again “WHERE. IS.YOUR.MASTER?”
Born and raised in the gorge, climbing was one thing that Silanos did not concern himself with. It came almost as easy as walking. Or at least did when he wasnt so fucking unfit he thought with a grimace, shaking out his arms. Taengea had made him soft, somehow. He looked back at the red-haired woman, eyes slightly wide and questioning. Why was she just grinning at him like that?
'Nothing Baclava'. Her words didn’t mean anything to him, and the lord’s brow creased. He didn’t know how to speak idiot. “What?”
The dog at least seemed to have been subdued, though it was still drooling and staring at him more than he would like. They were both staring at him. Like he was the weird one here? And that she was out here alone was concerning. She should have a..helper or something. Girl couldn’t string a sentence together.
He flinched at the loud whistling that pierced the air, and then took a half a step backwards as two more dogs appeared from nowhere. Well that was fucking great. And then as the girl gestured and mumbled some more, he realised that she was introducing him to the things. She wasn’t alone, because she had the hellbeasts with her.
“...you..named your dogs after food?” he asked, looking between the three hounds. “How novel”. Another check on the weird list. And then when she gave him some nonsense answer about where she came from, Sil became even more convinced that she’d escaped from somewhere.
He gestured toward the collar about her throat, and spoke particularly slowly and loudly for her benefit. “WHO.OWNS.YOU?” Perhaps the dogs were stolen? Not that Sil really cared, now one wasn’t trying to eat him. But the girl was a bit of an oddity, and Silanos tended to get easily distracted, so she held his focus for now. Unless Eubocris had changed an awful lot since he’d left and it was now the norm to find bloodied, toothily smiling simpletons wandering around the gorge.
He tried to speak to her again “WHERE. IS.YOUR.MASTER?”
One of the things Aedea liked the most was when people noticed the reason for her to pick the names of her dogs, “Yes! Good names!”, she said happily. After all, she loved food and drink, so why not call her hounds like something she loved? “Novel good!”, she agreed with him, clearly not noticing the sarcasm on his voice.
Instinctively, she gripped the collar on her neck, the same her hounds used. It was made of leather, with spikes, the one they wore so a wolf wouldn’t rip their throats. She wore it because if her hounds needed them, she did as well. Was it wrong? The way he pointed at that made her think that he thought it was wrong. Most people were too polite to point that out.
The way he began to speak made her get defensive. The slowness of his speech didn’t bother her, the fact that he said it loudly did. She bared teeth, growled, and made herself bigger – not that it was noticeable, as the man was considerably taller and bigger than she was – and as she did, her dogs did as well.
He asked about who owned her. Weird question, because no one did… she was not a slave, she was a huntress and a priestess. If she was going to be owned, it was by her patron, “ARTEMIS!”, she growled loudly, and her dogs began to bark. At his next question, she replied, “OLYMPUS!”, she said as she got closer with her teeth bared. She looked at his throat, thinking about leaping and going to it with her teeth if he got threatening.
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One of the things Aedea liked the most was when people noticed the reason for her to pick the names of her dogs, “Yes! Good names!”, she said happily. After all, she loved food and drink, so why not call her hounds like something she loved? “Novel good!”, she agreed with him, clearly not noticing the sarcasm on his voice.
Instinctively, she gripped the collar on her neck, the same her hounds used. It was made of leather, with spikes, the one they wore so a wolf wouldn’t rip their throats. She wore it because if her hounds needed them, she did as well. Was it wrong? The way he pointed at that made her think that he thought it was wrong. Most people were too polite to point that out.
The way he began to speak made her get defensive. The slowness of his speech didn’t bother her, the fact that he said it loudly did. She bared teeth, growled, and made herself bigger – not that it was noticeable, as the man was considerably taller and bigger than she was – and as she did, her dogs did as well.
He asked about who owned her. Weird question, because no one did… she was not a slave, she was a huntress and a priestess. If she was going to be owned, it was by her patron, “ARTEMIS!”, she growled loudly, and her dogs began to bark. At his next question, she replied, “OLYMPUS!”, she said as she got closer with her teeth bared. She looked at his throat, thinking about leaping and going to it with her teeth if he got threatening.
One of the things Aedea liked the most was when people noticed the reason for her to pick the names of her dogs, “Yes! Good names!”, she said happily. After all, she loved food and drink, so why not call her hounds like something she loved? “Novel good!”, she agreed with him, clearly not noticing the sarcasm on his voice.
Instinctively, she gripped the collar on her neck, the same her hounds used. It was made of leather, with spikes, the one they wore so a wolf wouldn’t rip their throats. She wore it because if her hounds needed them, she did as well. Was it wrong? The way he pointed at that made her think that he thought it was wrong. Most people were too polite to point that out.
The way he began to speak made her get defensive. The slowness of his speech didn’t bother her, the fact that he said it loudly did. She bared teeth, growled, and made herself bigger – not that it was noticeable, as the man was considerably taller and bigger than she was – and as she did, her dogs did as well.
He asked about who owned her. Weird question, because no one did… she was not a slave, she was a huntress and a priestess. If she was going to be owned, it was by her patron, “ARTEMIS!”, she growled loudly, and her dogs began to bark. At his next question, she replied, “OLYMPUS!”, she said as she got closer with her teeth bared. She looked at his throat, thinking about leaping and going to it with her teeth if he got threatening.
The lord’s eyes had widened a little as she began pawing at the collar around her throat. Did she want it off? Was it some kind of slave marker? Deciding that he would leave well alone,Silanos proceeded to try and establish who this crazy redhead was, but she was getting all agitated. Sil blinked,looked almost incredulous as she began making animal-like noises, flashing him her teeth. She really was some kind of savage.
But it was like the fucking dogs were copying her or something because before he realised it, Sil had four crazed and salivating creatures bearing their teeth at him, and he raised his palms in some sort of pacifying gesture.
“Alright. CALM DOWN. I WONT HURT YOU.” Which was sort of laughable really because she had a bow and three mangy dogs who looked about ready to eat him again, and Sil had the blade at his hip which he was more likely to use to cut up an apple than to harm another person. Even a clearly insane one.
An opinion Sil had committed to by the time she started yelling at him about the Gods. He was eyeing the cliff face again, wondering if he actually ought to consider scaling it to get away from this crazed woman when he realised that her strangled growling was perhaps some very crude attempt at answering him.
Artemis? The lords gaze shifted between the woman, her dogs and the bow she clasped and he frowned. She could not be saying….
“You are a PRIESTESS?” he said, wearing his doubt clear to see, and keeping his hands raised before him to stave off any further approach she might make. Fucking crazy witch. He was finding it hard to reconcile the idea of this wild woman being in the servitude of any God. But he didnt much feel like arguing when this girl had him backed up against the rock with her and her hounds looking about ready to rip his throat out if he made a wrong step. It would be a terribly inglorious way to go. No Sil decided. Best try and calm her somehow
“Ok.ok. ARTEMIS” he repeated, dipping his head. “I AM NOT FOR HUNTING”. He very slowly reached for the blade at his hip, the blade which had remained entirely untouched, and with one hand still raised to stave her off, he loosened the sword enough to let it fall to the ground between them . “See? NO TROUBLE”.
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The lord’s eyes had widened a little as she began pawing at the collar around her throat. Did she want it off? Was it some kind of slave marker? Deciding that he would leave well alone,Silanos proceeded to try and establish who this crazy redhead was, but she was getting all agitated. Sil blinked,looked almost incredulous as she began making animal-like noises, flashing him her teeth. She really was some kind of savage.
But it was like the fucking dogs were copying her or something because before he realised it, Sil had four crazed and salivating creatures bearing their teeth at him, and he raised his palms in some sort of pacifying gesture.
“Alright. CALM DOWN. I WONT HURT YOU.” Which was sort of laughable really because she had a bow and three mangy dogs who looked about ready to eat him again, and Sil had the blade at his hip which he was more likely to use to cut up an apple than to harm another person. Even a clearly insane one.
An opinion Sil had committed to by the time she started yelling at him about the Gods. He was eyeing the cliff face again, wondering if he actually ought to consider scaling it to get away from this crazed woman when he realised that her strangled growling was perhaps some very crude attempt at answering him.
Artemis? The lords gaze shifted between the woman, her dogs and the bow she clasped and he frowned. She could not be saying….
“You are a PRIESTESS?” he said, wearing his doubt clear to see, and keeping his hands raised before him to stave off any further approach she might make. Fucking crazy witch. He was finding it hard to reconcile the idea of this wild woman being in the servitude of any God. But he didnt much feel like arguing when this girl had him backed up against the rock with her and her hounds looking about ready to rip his throat out if he made a wrong step. It would be a terribly inglorious way to go. No Sil decided. Best try and calm her somehow
“Ok.ok. ARTEMIS” he repeated, dipping his head. “I AM NOT FOR HUNTING”. He very slowly reached for the blade at his hip, the blade which had remained entirely untouched, and with one hand still raised to stave her off, he loosened the sword enough to let it fall to the ground between them . “See? NO TROUBLE”.
The lord’s eyes had widened a little as she began pawing at the collar around her throat. Did she want it off? Was it some kind of slave marker? Deciding that he would leave well alone,Silanos proceeded to try and establish who this crazy redhead was, but she was getting all agitated. Sil blinked,looked almost incredulous as she began making animal-like noises, flashing him her teeth. She really was some kind of savage.
But it was like the fucking dogs were copying her or something because before he realised it, Sil had four crazed and salivating creatures bearing their teeth at him, and he raised his palms in some sort of pacifying gesture.
“Alright. CALM DOWN. I WONT HURT YOU.” Which was sort of laughable really because she had a bow and three mangy dogs who looked about ready to eat him again, and Sil had the blade at his hip which he was more likely to use to cut up an apple than to harm another person. Even a clearly insane one.
An opinion Sil had committed to by the time she started yelling at him about the Gods. He was eyeing the cliff face again, wondering if he actually ought to consider scaling it to get away from this crazed woman when he realised that her strangled growling was perhaps some very crude attempt at answering him.
Artemis? The lords gaze shifted between the woman, her dogs and the bow she clasped and he frowned. She could not be saying….
“You are a PRIESTESS?” he said, wearing his doubt clear to see, and keeping his hands raised before him to stave off any further approach she might make. Fucking crazy witch. He was finding it hard to reconcile the idea of this wild woman being in the servitude of any God. But he didnt much feel like arguing when this girl had him backed up against the rock with her and her hounds looking about ready to rip his throat out if he made a wrong step. It would be a terribly inglorious way to go. No Sil decided. Best try and calm her somehow
“Ok.ok. ARTEMIS” he repeated, dipping his head. “I AM NOT FOR HUNTING”. He very slowly reached for the blade at his hip, the blade which had remained entirely untouched, and with one hand still raised to stave her off, he loosened the sword enough to let it fall to the ground between them . “See? NO TROUBLE”.
Aedea truly didn’t understand that man. First, he asks questions, then he screams at her, and then he raises his palms to avoid being attacked? Was this man hostile or not? She was tempted to rip him to pieces herself; she was sure Kallista would have liked that.
“YOU NO HURT ME! ME HURT YOU!”, she threatened with her teeth bare. In a blink, she could draw her knife and attack him if he turned hostile, or better yet, jump and rip him apart with her bare teeth and hands. The only thing she didn’t do such a thing was because she addressed her as a priestess, so she replied, “Yes! Huntress of Artemis!”, she wondered how didn’t he think of it better? She wore the white tunic, for fuck’s sake! No matter that they were stained by dirt, plant matter and old blood and didn’t look white anymore, she wore them.
She ordered her hounds back when he said he was not for hunting. Pity. Artemis would have been pleased if she ended him… she was wary as he drew for his blade, but he did it slowly. Either he was the most unskilled fighter in Greece, or he wanted to not to appear threatening… and when he dropped the blade to show he was not a threat, she confirmed her suspicion.
She stopped baring her teeth, and whipped her saliva-drenched mouth with her hand. Her dogs calmed down as well, though Baklava was uneasy. She wondered what was, until she saw the backpack he had on his back, “Food on you?”, she asked.
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Aedea truly didn’t understand that man. First, he asks questions, then he screams at her, and then he raises his palms to avoid being attacked? Was this man hostile or not? She was tempted to rip him to pieces herself; she was sure Kallista would have liked that.
“YOU NO HURT ME! ME HURT YOU!”, she threatened with her teeth bare. In a blink, she could draw her knife and attack him if he turned hostile, or better yet, jump and rip him apart with her bare teeth and hands. The only thing she didn’t do such a thing was because she addressed her as a priestess, so she replied, “Yes! Huntress of Artemis!”, she wondered how didn’t he think of it better? She wore the white tunic, for fuck’s sake! No matter that they were stained by dirt, plant matter and old blood and didn’t look white anymore, she wore them.
She ordered her hounds back when he said he was not for hunting. Pity. Artemis would have been pleased if she ended him… she was wary as he drew for his blade, but he did it slowly. Either he was the most unskilled fighter in Greece, or he wanted to not to appear threatening… and when he dropped the blade to show he was not a threat, she confirmed her suspicion.
She stopped baring her teeth, and whipped her saliva-drenched mouth with her hand. Her dogs calmed down as well, though Baklava was uneasy. She wondered what was, until she saw the backpack he had on his back, “Food on you?”, she asked.
Aedea truly didn’t understand that man. First, he asks questions, then he screams at her, and then he raises his palms to avoid being attacked? Was this man hostile or not? She was tempted to rip him to pieces herself; she was sure Kallista would have liked that.
“YOU NO HURT ME! ME HURT YOU!”, she threatened with her teeth bare. In a blink, she could draw her knife and attack him if he turned hostile, or better yet, jump and rip him apart with her bare teeth and hands. The only thing she didn’t do such a thing was because she addressed her as a priestess, so she replied, “Yes! Huntress of Artemis!”, she wondered how didn’t he think of it better? She wore the white tunic, for fuck’s sake! No matter that they were stained by dirt, plant matter and old blood and didn’t look white anymore, she wore them.
She ordered her hounds back when he said he was not for hunting. Pity. Artemis would have been pleased if she ended him… she was wary as he drew for his blade, but he did it slowly. Either he was the most unskilled fighter in Greece, or he wanted to not to appear threatening… and when he dropped the blade to show he was not a threat, she confirmed her suspicion.
She stopped baring her teeth, and whipped her saliva-drenched mouth with her hand. Her dogs calmed down as well, though Baklava was uneasy. She wondered what was, until she saw the backpack he had on his back, “Food on you?”, she asked.
She didn’t understand him, he didn't understand her. It was a comedy of errors that Silanos would have found a lot more amusing had it not been for the slavering pack of hounds that considered to stare at him. Now she was repeating his words back at him. Hadn’t he just said that he wouldn’t hurt her? Staring at her incredulously, Sil just widened his eyes a moment as if to underscore his point. He was not the one baring his teeth and snarling like one of the dogs.
She seemed to subdue slightly when they could both agree that she was a priestess of Artemis, though he did not think he had ever seen such a ragged and wild looking individual claiming to be in service to one of the Gods. Perhaps Artemis liked them that way, he didn't much care.
Finally, finally there seemed some light of realisation in the woman’s eyes and she stepped back and away, called her rabid dogs to heel and Silanos rolled his own eyes before dropping his hands. His lip curled in distaste as the priestess swiped a hand over her mouth to remove the drool that came from her strange grimacing. Lands Afar indeed. She clearly came from somewhere entirely uncivilised.
Silanos felt a slight wash of relief that he had not had to explain being mauled by a stray..priestess. It did perhaps lend some credence to his brother’s repeated lambasting that he needed to improve his martial skills. The youngest Valaoritis son had the basic grounding of swordwork, he would hardly have survived his childhood had he not been at least able to try and fend off his brothers, and indeed, he was quick and nimble. But Sil had not followed the path of a soldier, and so his skills had not progressed much beyond that either, much to Timaeus’ disappointment.
Though, he thought skeptically, he didn’t think even Tim would have stood much chance against three dogs and a bow wielding lunatic. His musings were interrupted by the same lunatic speaking up, the lord frowned and then blinked.
“Food?” Judging by the state of her, he could quite well believe she did not eat regularly. Nor bathe, and in a rare moment of selflessness that he put down to happiness at being alive, Silanos decided to give up his lunch.
Slowly, and with an exaggerated care, he swung the pack from his shoulder and rummaged in it a moment, extracting a paper wrapped packet after a moment that he held out toward the woman. “You can have it, I would imagine I have eaten more recently than you” he muttered. He looked her up and down again and then retrieved a waterskin too. It was a shame he did not have enough for her to have a wash with as well, but that could be hardly he helped. That too was extended towards Aedea.
“Lord Silanos of Valaoritis” Sil said after a moment, pointing to himself. “ And you?”
She would make a story to tell at the taverna at least.
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She didn’t understand him, he didn't understand her. It was a comedy of errors that Silanos would have found a lot more amusing had it not been for the slavering pack of hounds that considered to stare at him. Now she was repeating his words back at him. Hadn’t he just said that he wouldn’t hurt her? Staring at her incredulously, Sil just widened his eyes a moment as if to underscore his point. He was not the one baring his teeth and snarling like one of the dogs.
She seemed to subdue slightly when they could both agree that she was a priestess of Artemis, though he did not think he had ever seen such a ragged and wild looking individual claiming to be in service to one of the Gods. Perhaps Artemis liked them that way, he didn't much care.
Finally, finally there seemed some light of realisation in the woman’s eyes and she stepped back and away, called her rabid dogs to heel and Silanos rolled his own eyes before dropping his hands. His lip curled in distaste as the priestess swiped a hand over her mouth to remove the drool that came from her strange grimacing. Lands Afar indeed. She clearly came from somewhere entirely uncivilised.
Silanos felt a slight wash of relief that he had not had to explain being mauled by a stray..priestess. It did perhaps lend some credence to his brother’s repeated lambasting that he needed to improve his martial skills. The youngest Valaoritis son had the basic grounding of swordwork, he would hardly have survived his childhood had he not been at least able to try and fend off his brothers, and indeed, he was quick and nimble. But Sil had not followed the path of a soldier, and so his skills had not progressed much beyond that either, much to Timaeus’ disappointment.
Though, he thought skeptically, he didn’t think even Tim would have stood much chance against three dogs and a bow wielding lunatic. His musings were interrupted by the same lunatic speaking up, the lord frowned and then blinked.
“Food?” Judging by the state of her, he could quite well believe she did not eat regularly. Nor bathe, and in a rare moment of selflessness that he put down to happiness at being alive, Silanos decided to give up his lunch.
Slowly, and with an exaggerated care, he swung the pack from his shoulder and rummaged in it a moment, extracting a paper wrapped packet after a moment that he held out toward the woman. “You can have it, I would imagine I have eaten more recently than you” he muttered. He looked her up and down again and then retrieved a waterskin too. It was a shame he did not have enough for her to have a wash with as well, but that could be hardly he helped. That too was extended towards Aedea.
“Lord Silanos of Valaoritis” Sil said after a moment, pointing to himself. “ And you?”
She would make a story to tell at the taverna at least.
She didn’t understand him, he didn't understand her. It was a comedy of errors that Silanos would have found a lot more amusing had it not been for the slavering pack of hounds that considered to stare at him. Now she was repeating his words back at him. Hadn’t he just said that he wouldn’t hurt her? Staring at her incredulously, Sil just widened his eyes a moment as if to underscore his point. He was not the one baring his teeth and snarling like one of the dogs.
She seemed to subdue slightly when they could both agree that she was a priestess of Artemis, though he did not think he had ever seen such a ragged and wild looking individual claiming to be in service to one of the Gods. Perhaps Artemis liked them that way, he didn't much care.
Finally, finally there seemed some light of realisation in the woman’s eyes and she stepped back and away, called her rabid dogs to heel and Silanos rolled his own eyes before dropping his hands. His lip curled in distaste as the priestess swiped a hand over her mouth to remove the drool that came from her strange grimacing. Lands Afar indeed. She clearly came from somewhere entirely uncivilised.
Silanos felt a slight wash of relief that he had not had to explain being mauled by a stray..priestess. It did perhaps lend some credence to his brother’s repeated lambasting that he needed to improve his martial skills. The youngest Valaoritis son had the basic grounding of swordwork, he would hardly have survived his childhood had he not been at least able to try and fend off his brothers, and indeed, he was quick and nimble. But Sil had not followed the path of a soldier, and so his skills had not progressed much beyond that either, much to Timaeus’ disappointment.
Though, he thought skeptically, he didn’t think even Tim would have stood much chance against three dogs and a bow wielding lunatic. His musings were interrupted by the same lunatic speaking up, the lord frowned and then blinked.
“Food?” Judging by the state of her, he could quite well believe she did not eat regularly. Nor bathe, and in a rare moment of selflessness that he put down to happiness at being alive, Silanos decided to give up his lunch.
Slowly, and with an exaggerated care, he swung the pack from his shoulder and rummaged in it a moment, extracting a paper wrapped packet after a moment that he held out toward the woman. “You can have it, I would imagine I have eaten more recently than you” he muttered. He looked her up and down again and then retrieved a waterskin too. It was a shame he did not have enough for her to have a wash with as well, but that could be hardly he helped. That too was extended towards Aedea.
“Lord Silanos of Valaoritis” Sil said after a moment, pointing to himself. “ And you?”
She would make a story to tell at the taverna at least.
Aedea took a moment to inspect the man before her, to weight him up like a hunter weighted its prey. He was Colchian, obviously, and noble, though he seemed at least in decent shape, though not fit, considering how long he managed to climb to the face of the stone to get away from Baklava… what he did know was that he was not a combatant. That was better for him, to be honest… she doubted he would survive if she decided he was a serious threat.
She looked curiously as he began to rummage through his pack, and then produced the food she knew he had on him. Ahh, of course… her dumb dog always bothered people for their food, and succeeded. When she was younger, it was a bad habit she had; not only because she wanted to eat all the damn time, but because she always wanted to please her mistress by bringing her food, and while she preferred she brought her game, stealing food from random people was not something she approved.
She shook his head, “No, I ate. Baklava hungry. Baklava always hungry. Silly dog”, she turned her head and gave an accusatory look at one of the dogs, and she recoiled at the sight of her, “Keep. Me no steal. Me hunt for food”, it was not for nothing that she was a priestess of Artemis, goddess of hunters, and not Hermes, god of thieves.
“Lord?”, she repeated back, confirming her suspicion. She suddenly realized that she could have gotten in serious problem if he got harmed… and the last thing she wanted was that the temple had problems with the nobility, “Aedea of Lands Afar”, she introduced herself back, pointing at herself with both hands to make clear who she was, “I sorry, Lord. Baklava behaved bad.”
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Aedea took a moment to inspect the man before her, to weight him up like a hunter weighted its prey. He was Colchian, obviously, and noble, though he seemed at least in decent shape, though not fit, considering how long he managed to climb to the face of the stone to get away from Baklava… what he did know was that he was not a combatant. That was better for him, to be honest… she doubted he would survive if she decided he was a serious threat.
She looked curiously as he began to rummage through his pack, and then produced the food she knew he had on him. Ahh, of course… her dumb dog always bothered people for their food, and succeeded. When she was younger, it was a bad habit she had; not only because she wanted to eat all the damn time, but because she always wanted to please her mistress by bringing her food, and while she preferred she brought her game, stealing food from random people was not something she approved.
She shook his head, “No, I ate. Baklava hungry. Baklava always hungry. Silly dog”, she turned her head and gave an accusatory look at one of the dogs, and she recoiled at the sight of her, “Keep. Me no steal. Me hunt for food”, it was not for nothing that she was a priestess of Artemis, goddess of hunters, and not Hermes, god of thieves.
“Lord?”, she repeated back, confirming her suspicion. She suddenly realized that she could have gotten in serious problem if he got harmed… and the last thing she wanted was that the temple had problems with the nobility, “Aedea of Lands Afar”, she introduced herself back, pointing at herself with both hands to make clear who she was, “I sorry, Lord. Baklava behaved bad.”
Aedea took a moment to inspect the man before her, to weight him up like a hunter weighted its prey. He was Colchian, obviously, and noble, though he seemed at least in decent shape, though not fit, considering how long he managed to climb to the face of the stone to get away from Baklava… what he did know was that he was not a combatant. That was better for him, to be honest… she doubted he would survive if she decided he was a serious threat.
She looked curiously as he began to rummage through his pack, and then produced the food she knew he had on him. Ahh, of course… her dumb dog always bothered people for their food, and succeeded. When she was younger, it was a bad habit she had; not only because she wanted to eat all the damn time, but because she always wanted to please her mistress by bringing her food, and while she preferred she brought her game, stealing food from random people was not something she approved.
She shook his head, “No, I ate. Baklava hungry. Baklava always hungry. Silly dog”, she turned her head and gave an accusatory look at one of the dogs, and she recoiled at the sight of her, “Keep. Me no steal. Me hunt for food”, it was not for nothing that she was a priestess of Artemis, goddess of hunters, and not Hermes, god of thieves.
“Lord?”, she repeated back, confirming her suspicion. She suddenly realized that she could have gotten in serious problem if he got harmed… and the last thing she wanted was that the temple had problems with the nobility, “Aedea of Lands Afar”, she introduced herself back, pointing at herself with both hands to make clear who she was, “I sorry, Lord. Baklava behaved bad.”
Silanos stood with his very generous gifts of food and water extended before him for several moments. And when the woman refused, he looked almost affronted as he shoved them back into his pack. This is what happened when he tired to be nice. People were ungrateful.
They at least seemed to have established some rudimentary form of communication by this point though, the girl catching on to his introduction and giving her own name in return.
“Well I can’t quite say its a been a pleasure , Aedea of Lands Afar, but there is still time” he said, with a wry arch of a brow. And given that hopefully she had decided he was not trying to murder her by now, he bend to retrieve the sword he’d cast down, sliding it home it it’s sheath before standing upright again, just in time for her apology to reach him.
Sil shot a look at the dog and then shifted his attention back to Aedea, giving a shrug. “ I am glad I can climb” he said grimly. “ But I suppose there is no harm done” And then because he found himself slightly curious about the wild woman and less concerned about being savaged, he turned a question upon her.
“ What is it you’re hunting? The mountain goats tend to head further up the pass to get the mountain grass before it gets covered by snow.”
Not that Sil was by any means a hunter. But you couldn’t grow up in the gorge and not learn the ways of the mountains and the other hardy creatures that called it home. Maybe Aedea had been following some trail, but unless she was hunting Valaoritis Lords then clearly her route was not proving fruitful thus far.
He let his eyes drift over her bloodied clothes and strange taste in jewellery and wondered.
“Is that..some mark of your faith?” He said doubtfully, gesturing toward the collar at her neck. “Because you are a priestess?” And then he thought what else he knew of Artemis and tilted his head, looking at her again.
Well that would explain some of her tetchiness he decided, stifling a smirk. A wild, ill-mannered, red haired maid. Strangely fascinating as a combination. Silanos was never afraid of speaking his mind, and so he did just that. “Have you never lain with a man, then, Aedea? Isn’t that a little...naieve? Surely you should try something before you decide whether or not you want to give it up?”
The younger Valaoritis was a great proponent of trying things. And not giving them up. Like drink and other vices. He found it hard to imagine willingly agreeing to giving up the comfort of a warm body, for any god.
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Silanos stood with his very generous gifts of food and water extended before him for several moments. And when the woman refused, he looked almost affronted as he shoved them back into his pack. This is what happened when he tired to be nice. People were ungrateful.
They at least seemed to have established some rudimentary form of communication by this point though, the girl catching on to his introduction and giving her own name in return.
“Well I can’t quite say its a been a pleasure , Aedea of Lands Afar, but there is still time” he said, with a wry arch of a brow. And given that hopefully she had decided he was not trying to murder her by now, he bend to retrieve the sword he’d cast down, sliding it home it it’s sheath before standing upright again, just in time for her apology to reach him.
Sil shot a look at the dog and then shifted his attention back to Aedea, giving a shrug. “ I am glad I can climb” he said grimly. “ But I suppose there is no harm done” And then because he found himself slightly curious about the wild woman and less concerned about being savaged, he turned a question upon her.
“ What is it you’re hunting? The mountain goats tend to head further up the pass to get the mountain grass before it gets covered by snow.”
Not that Sil was by any means a hunter. But you couldn’t grow up in the gorge and not learn the ways of the mountains and the other hardy creatures that called it home. Maybe Aedea had been following some trail, but unless she was hunting Valaoritis Lords then clearly her route was not proving fruitful thus far.
He let his eyes drift over her bloodied clothes and strange taste in jewellery and wondered.
“Is that..some mark of your faith?” He said doubtfully, gesturing toward the collar at her neck. “Because you are a priestess?” And then he thought what else he knew of Artemis and tilted his head, looking at her again.
Well that would explain some of her tetchiness he decided, stifling a smirk. A wild, ill-mannered, red haired maid. Strangely fascinating as a combination. Silanos was never afraid of speaking his mind, and so he did just that. “Have you never lain with a man, then, Aedea? Isn’t that a little...naieve? Surely you should try something before you decide whether or not you want to give it up?”
The younger Valaoritis was a great proponent of trying things. And not giving them up. Like drink and other vices. He found it hard to imagine willingly agreeing to giving up the comfort of a warm body, for any god.
Silanos stood with his very generous gifts of food and water extended before him for several moments. And when the woman refused, he looked almost affronted as he shoved them back into his pack. This is what happened when he tired to be nice. People were ungrateful.
They at least seemed to have established some rudimentary form of communication by this point though, the girl catching on to his introduction and giving her own name in return.
“Well I can’t quite say its a been a pleasure , Aedea of Lands Afar, but there is still time” he said, with a wry arch of a brow. And given that hopefully she had decided he was not trying to murder her by now, he bend to retrieve the sword he’d cast down, sliding it home it it’s sheath before standing upright again, just in time for her apology to reach him.
Sil shot a look at the dog and then shifted his attention back to Aedea, giving a shrug. “ I am glad I can climb” he said grimly. “ But I suppose there is no harm done” And then because he found himself slightly curious about the wild woman and less concerned about being savaged, he turned a question upon her.
“ What is it you’re hunting? The mountain goats tend to head further up the pass to get the mountain grass before it gets covered by snow.”
Not that Sil was by any means a hunter. But you couldn’t grow up in the gorge and not learn the ways of the mountains and the other hardy creatures that called it home. Maybe Aedea had been following some trail, but unless she was hunting Valaoritis Lords then clearly her route was not proving fruitful thus far.
He let his eyes drift over her bloodied clothes and strange taste in jewellery and wondered.
“Is that..some mark of your faith?” He said doubtfully, gesturing toward the collar at her neck. “Because you are a priestess?” And then he thought what else he knew of Artemis and tilted his head, looking at her again.
Well that would explain some of her tetchiness he decided, stifling a smirk. A wild, ill-mannered, red haired maid. Strangely fascinating as a combination. Silanos was never afraid of speaking his mind, and so he did just that. “Have you never lain with a man, then, Aedea? Isn’t that a little...naieve? Surely you should try something before you decide whether or not you want to give it up?”
The younger Valaoritis was a great proponent of trying things. And not giving them up. Like drink and other vices. He found it hard to imagine willingly agreeing to giving up the comfort of a warm body, for any god.
She may been socially inept, but even she would know why it hasn’t been exactly a pleasure… not many people looked kindly to being chased by a hunting dog and into a cliff. But the dog had the best intentions; she only wanted the food the lord had on his pack, and he even got to keep it! She was quite glad to hear that there was no harm done, though.
She answered about what she was hunting rather quickly, “Yes, goats. Also sheep. Also ibex. Also mouflons. Some near. I tracking”, she was an splendid tracker, and she had the track of an ibex nearby, but sadly, Baklava had other plans. Something told her she should leave the lord alone and keep hunting, but she was aware than such thing would be rude.
When he gestured at her collar, she touched it instinctively. It was a dog collar, made of leather with spikes, the very same her dogs wore, “No, no mark. For wolves. They no rip throat”, if her dogs wore them, why shouldn’t she? They were safer because of that, and so she was. Besides, as their alpha, she has to be like them. So far, no wolf has ripped her throat, so she considered it a win.
She shook her head when he asked about lying with a man. For her, it was not a strange question, after all, who could he know if he didn’t ask? So she answered, “No, I chaste. I always chaste”, but why naïve? It was part of her religion, of her vows, to the people that took her, “No. I always chaste. I blessed by Artemis. I obey her.”
She wondered why the man suddenly wondered about her… she was quite peculiar, true, but not mere minutes before, he was cowering from her and scared. “What doing here?”, she asked, cocking her head.
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She may been socially inept, but even she would know why it hasn’t been exactly a pleasure… not many people looked kindly to being chased by a hunting dog and into a cliff. But the dog had the best intentions; she only wanted the food the lord had on his pack, and he even got to keep it! She was quite glad to hear that there was no harm done, though.
She answered about what she was hunting rather quickly, “Yes, goats. Also sheep. Also ibex. Also mouflons. Some near. I tracking”, she was an splendid tracker, and she had the track of an ibex nearby, but sadly, Baklava had other plans. Something told her she should leave the lord alone and keep hunting, but she was aware than such thing would be rude.
When he gestured at her collar, she touched it instinctively. It was a dog collar, made of leather with spikes, the very same her dogs wore, “No, no mark. For wolves. They no rip throat”, if her dogs wore them, why shouldn’t she? They were safer because of that, and so she was. Besides, as their alpha, she has to be like them. So far, no wolf has ripped her throat, so she considered it a win.
She shook her head when he asked about lying with a man. For her, it was not a strange question, after all, who could he know if he didn’t ask? So she answered, “No, I chaste. I always chaste”, but why naïve? It was part of her religion, of her vows, to the people that took her, “No. I always chaste. I blessed by Artemis. I obey her.”
She wondered why the man suddenly wondered about her… she was quite peculiar, true, but not mere minutes before, he was cowering from her and scared. “What doing here?”, she asked, cocking her head.
She may been socially inept, but even she would know why it hasn’t been exactly a pleasure… not many people looked kindly to being chased by a hunting dog and into a cliff. But the dog had the best intentions; she only wanted the food the lord had on his pack, and he even got to keep it! She was quite glad to hear that there was no harm done, though.
She answered about what she was hunting rather quickly, “Yes, goats. Also sheep. Also ibex. Also mouflons. Some near. I tracking”, she was an splendid tracker, and she had the track of an ibex nearby, but sadly, Baklava had other plans. Something told her she should leave the lord alone and keep hunting, but she was aware than such thing would be rude.
When he gestured at her collar, she touched it instinctively. It was a dog collar, made of leather with spikes, the very same her dogs wore, “No, no mark. For wolves. They no rip throat”, if her dogs wore them, why shouldn’t she? They were safer because of that, and so she was. Besides, as their alpha, she has to be like them. So far, no wolf has ripped her throat, so she considered it a win.
She shook her head when he asked about lying with a man. For her, it was not a strange question, after all, who could he know if he didn’t ask? So she answered, “No, I chaste. I always chaste”, but why naïve? It was part of her religion, of her vows, to the people that took her, “No. I always chaste. I blessed by Artemis. I obey her.”
She wondered why the man suddenly wondered about her… she was quite peculiar, true, but not mere minutes before, he was cowering from her and scared. “What doing here?”, she asked, cocking her head.
Sil cast a look about them somewhat doubtfully. But who was he to question the savage with three hounds at her disposal. Maybe there was a whole herd of goats right around the bend. He nodded slowly, not making any audible judgements about how successful her tracking had proven thus far. He was not so good at hiding the dumbfounded expression on his face when she explained about the collar. Who the fuck chose their wardrobe based upon not getting ripped up by wolves? He stared at the leather and spikes for a moment, before shaking his head and lifting his gaze back to the woman’s face. “I see” was really all the lord could think to say in response to that new bit of knowledge, and it was as he was casting about for something else to talk on that the little smirk had appeared.
If there was something Silanos was good at, or enjoyed, it was saying the things that others wouldnt, the things that would get a rise. It was a habit, a bad one, and one that had gotten him in trouble more than once, but he let it have its head once again.
To his disappointment though, the redhead had little reaction, just appearing nonplussed at the question. Taking all the fun out of it. “Of course you are” he said understandingly. He didnt understand, not at all, but there was at least a little wariness of aggravating the woman again. He didn’t want her drooling and baring her teeth at him again.
But his own curiosity seemed to spark some in her, and so Silanos gave a shrug. “I live here. These are my family’s lands you’re standing on.”Never mind that he’d barely been there in the past two years, had travelled to another kingdom to escape said family. Whether he liked it or not, Sil was a man of the heights in blood if not in vocation.
“I thought” he continued talking though he wasnt sure why. He wasnt even sure if the girl got most of what he was saying “that I might find some affection for the place if I came out here. Get back to nature or some shit. Find myself. But instead I found you. Or your dog found me, as it were”.
The lord gave a shrug.He wasn’t exactly pious. But he’d hoped that revisiting some of the haunts of his childhood would bring back happier memories that he could hold on to. Rather than the grim ones that haunted his dreams. He eyed Aedea for a moment before reaching into his bag to retrieve a small clay pipe, which he set about packing with some green leaf.
“You ever smoke?” he asked, wondering if were another fun thing her dull Goddess prohibited.
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Sil cast a look about them somewhat doubtfully. But who was he to question the savage with three hounds at her disposal. Maybe there was a whole herd of goats right around the bend. He nodded slowly, not making any audible judgements about how successful her tracking had proven thus far. He was not so good at hiding the dumbfounded expression on his face when she explained about the collar. Who the fuck chose their wardrobe based upon not getting ripped up by wolves? He stared at the leather and spikes for a moment, before shaking his head and lifting his gaze back to the woman’s face. “I see” was really all the lord could think to say in response to that new bit of knowledge, and it was as he was casting about for something else to talk on that the little smirk had appeared.
If there was something Silanos was good at, or enjoyed, it was saying the things that others wouldnt, the things that would get a rise. It was a habit, a bad one, and one that had gotten him in trouble more than once, but he let it have its head once again.
To his disappointment though, the redhead had little reaction, just appearing nonplussed at the question. Taking all the fun out of it. “Of course you are” he said understandingly. He didnt understand, not at all, but there was at least a little wariness of aggravating the woman again. He didn’t want her drooling and baring her teeth at him again.
But his own curiosity seemed to spark some in her, and so Silanos gave a shrug. “I live here. These are my family’s lands you’re standing on.”Never mind that he’d barely been there in the past two years, had travelled to another kingdom to escape said family. Whether he liked it or not, Sil was a man of the heights in blood if not in vocation.
“I thought” he continued talking though he wasnt sure why. He wasnt even sure if the girl got most of what he was saying “that I might find some affection for the place if I came out here. Get back to nature or some shit. Find myself. But instead I found you. Or your dog found me, as it were”.
The lord gave a shrug.He wasn’t exactly pious. But he’d hoped that revisiting some of the haunts of his childhood would bring back happier memories that he could hold on to. Rather than the grim ones that haunted his dreams. He eyed Aedea for a moment before reaching into his bag to retrieve a small clay pipe, which he set about packing with some green leaf.
“You ever smoke?” he asked, wondering if were another fun thing her dull Goddess prohibited.
Sil cast a look about them somewhat doubtfully. But who was he to question the savage with three hounds at her disposal. Maybe there was a whole herd of goats right around the bend. He nodded slowly, not making any audible judgements about how successful her tracking had proven thus far. He was not so good at hiding the dumbfounded expression on his face when she explained about the collar. Who the fuck chose their wardrobe based upon not getting ripped up by wolves? He stared at the leather and spikes for a moment, before shaking his head and lifting his gaze back to the woman’s face. “I see” was really all the lord could think to say in response to that new bit of knowledge, and it was as he was casting about for something else to talk on that the little smirk had appeared.
If there was something Silanos was good at, or enjoyed, it was saying the things that others wouldnt, the things that would get a rise. It was a habit, a bad one, and one that had gotten him in trouble more than once, but he let it have its head once again.
To his disappointment though, the redhead had little reaction, just appearing nonplussed at the question. Taking all the fun out of it. “Of course you are” he said understandingly. He didnt understand, not at all, but there was at least a little wariness of aggravating the woman again. He didn’t want her drooling and baring her teeth at him again.
But his own curiosity seemed to spark some in her, and so Silanos gave a shrug. “I live here. These are my family’s lands you’re standing on.”Never mind that he’d barely been there in the past two years, had travelled to another kingdom to escape said family. Whether he liked it or not, Sil was a man of the heights in blood if not in vocation.
“I thought” he continued talking though he wasnt sure why. He wasnt even sure if the girl got most of what he was saying “that I might find some affection for the place if I came out here. Get back to nature or some shit. Find myself. But instead I found you. Or your dog found me, as it were”.
The lord gave a shrug.He wasn’t exactly pious. But he’d hoped that revisiting some of the haunts of his childhood would bring back happier memories that he could hold on to. Rather than the grim ones that haunted his dreams. He eyed Aedea for a moment before reaching into his bag to retrieve a small clay pipe, which he set about packing with some green leaf.
“You ever smoke?” he asked, wondering if were another fun thing her dull Goddess prohibited.
Aedea seemed rather pleased that her point was gotten across. Most people saw it as an odd choice of outwear, but so far, no wolves have ripped on her throat, or her dog’s. Therefore, her choice was the correct and logical one.
The realization of where she was struck him. Long time ago, when she began hunting for the Sisters, she learned that, for some ridiculous reason she didn’t understand, the nobles could own land and the animals on it, and you needed permission from them to hunt on on their lands. She thought that was the stupidest thing she had ever heard, and she never heed attention to such nonsense, but now that she was in front of a noble, she realized she could get in trouble. Hastily, she asked, “Permission? Need permission? I ask permission”, hoping that would serve her.
“Wise”, she agreed with his explanation, “Find one in nature. Nature provides. Nature calm. But dog silly. Dog want food”, she shot another accusatory glance to her hound, and when looking back at him, he saw the clay pipe he was filling. At his question, she nodded vigorously, “Yes! I smoke. I drink also”, those were some of the joys of civilization. Artemis, being the goddess of chastity, didn’t allow her sex, but she complimented with other vices, like drinking, eating and smoking. Due to that, she was quite prone to excesses, and was often chastised for it, but she never stopped anyway.
For a moment, her hunt seemed less important. She would need to be in a sound state of mind before returning.
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Aedea seemed rather pleased that her point was gotten across. Most people saw it as an odd choice of outwear, but so far, no wolves have ripped on her throat, or her dog’s. Therefore, her choice was the correct and logical one.
The realization of where she was struck him. Long time ago, when she began hunting for the Sisters, she learned that, for some ridiculous reason she didn’t understand, the nobles could own land and the animals on it, and you needed permission from them to hunt on on their lands. She thought that was the stupidest thing she had ever heard, and she never heed attention to such nonsense, but now that she was in front of a noble, she realized she could get in trouble. Hastily, she asked, “Permission? Need permission? I ask permission”, hoping that would serve her.
“Wise”, she agreed with his explanation, “Find one in nature. Nature provides. Nature calm. But dog silly. Dog want food”, she shot another accusatory glance to her hound, and when looking back at him, he saw the clay pipe he was filling. At his question, she nodded vigorously, “Yes! I smoke. I drink also”, those were some of the joys of civilization. Artemis, being the goddess of chastity, didn’t allow her sex, but she complimented with other vices, like drinking, eating and smoking. Due to that, she was quite prone to excesses, and was often chastised for it, but she never stopped anyway.
For a moment, her hunt seemed less important. She would need to be in a sound state of mind before returning.
Aedea seemed rather pleased that her point was gotten across. Most people saw it as an odd choice of outwear, but so far, no wolves have ripped on her throat, or her dog’s. Therefore, her choice was the correct and logical one.
The realization of where she was struck him. Long time ago, when she began hunting for the Sisters, she learned that, for some ridiculous reason she didn’t understand, the nobles could own land and the animals on it, and you needed permission from them to hunt on on their lands. She thought that was the stupidest thing she had ever heard, and she never heed attention to such nonsense, but now that she was in front of a noble, she realized she could get in trouble. Hastily, she asked, “Permission? Need permission? I ask permission”, hoping that would serve her.
“Wise”, she agreed with his explanation, “Find one in nature. Nature provides. Nature calm. But dog silly. Dog want food”, she shot another accusatory glance to her hound, and when looking back at him, he saw the clay pipe he was filling. At his question, she nodded vigorously, “Yes! I smoke. I drink also”, those were some of the joys of civilization. Artemis, being the goddess of chastity, didn’t allow her sex, but she complimented with other vices, like drinking, eating and smoking. Due to that, she was quite prone to excesses, and was often chastised for it, but she never stopped anyway.
For a moment, her hunt seemed less important. She would need to be in a sound state of mind before returning.