The chatbox has been hidden for this page. It will reopen upon refresh. To hide the CBox permanently, select "Permanently Toggle Cbox" in your profile User Settings.
This chatbox is hidden. To reopen, edit your User Settings.
Looking up from her sewing, Evras's face broke into a smile when she saw the innocent round face of her eleven year old son. His long hair grew till it got to the nape of his neck, a sure sign that Evras had to take a pair of scissors to it soon to keep it at a manageable length. His smile was welcoming as he ran to pick her hand up, allowing Evras to settle her mending in a corner before she picked up her maroon chiton up so it did not tangle in her feet as she hurried along with her son, eager as he was to get to a meal.
She, was not as eager as Dion was.
Dion was currently the only heir to the Kotas family, the only grandson the two monarchs of Colchis had. As such, it was obvious and understandable that they doted on the young boy, and he was well loved and looked after by the rest of the family.
Evras, did not receive the same welcome. As it was, her marriage to Zanon had not received much approval from his family. Had it not been the fact that she was pregnant with Dion, she doubted that Zanon would have got the permission from his parents to wed her. And now that her marriage was in shambles, so was her relationship with the Kotas family. While previously they had been cordial, now Evras tried her best to keep away from as many of them as possible, if for nothing but the pure reason that she was sure most of them hated her, for trapping Zanon into what they saw as the chains of marriage.
But Dion deserved a happy life, and Evras would stop at nothing to see that. So when the messenger had came requesting Evras's presence in the dining hall during dinnertime, the first time the whole family had a chance to have a sitdown ever since the crown prince had been returned injured and bedridden for almost three weeks, Evras had complied.
Donning her finest maroon chiton, she had paired it with the golden woven belt and a simple pair of gladiator sandals which went up her calves to end just below her knee. As per usual,Evras eschewed her crown - she had never felt much like a princess, not ever since Zanon had forsaken her. Instead, she allowed her dark locks to be half braided and piled on her head, the other half free to fall around her shoulders.
Following Dion's lead, she descended the stairs, and the small smile remained briefly on her face as she watched her young son in his pale cream chiton and golden belts and himation, ran to his grandparents, and then to all his relatives in turn, greeting them politely. The young boy was most anxious to get to Vangelis, worried as he had been about his uncle's condition no matter how much Evras tried to comfort him. He had popped his head in once, when Vangelis had been covered in bruises, and had suffered nightmares since. Evras had banned him from visiting since, so this was the first time he's seen Vangelis.
In turn, the woman curtsied politely to all who were present, before silently taking her seat next to where Zanon would be seated, nary a word from her. This was what she had trained herself to be, ever since the shifty looks and wary eyes started in her direction. Evras strove to make herself as invisible as possible now, when it came to her in-laws and family.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
Looking up from her sewing, Evras's face broke into a smile when she saw the innocent round face of her eleven year old son. His long hair grew till it got to the nape of his neck, a sure sign that Evras had to take a pair of scissors to it soon to keep it at a manageable length. His smile was welcoming as he ran to pick her hand up, allowing Evras to settle her mending in a corner before she picked up her maroon chiton up so it did not tangle in her feet as she hurried along with her son, eager as he was to get to a meal.
She, was not as eager as Dion was.
Dion was currently the only heir to the Kotas family, the only grandson the two monarchs of Colchis had. As such, it was obvious and understandable that they doted on the young boy, and he was well loved and looked after by the rest of the family.
Evras, did not receive the same welcome. As it was, her marriage to Zanon had not received much approval from his family. Had it not been the fact that she was pregnant with Dion, she doubted that Zanon would have got the permission from his parents to wed her. And now that her marriage was in shambles, so was her relationship with the Kotas family. While previously they had been cordial, now Evras tried her best to keep away from as many of them as possible, if for nothing but the pure reason that she was sure most of them hated her, for trapping Zanon into what they saw as the chains of marriage.
But Dion deserved a happy life, and Evras would stop at nothing to see that. So when the messenger had came requesting Evras's presence in the dining hall during dinnertime, the first time the whole family had a chance to have a sitdown ever since the crown prince had been returned injured and bedridden for almost three weeks, Evras had complied.
Donning her finest maroon chiton, she had paired it with the golden woven belt and a simple pair of gladiator sandals which went up her calves to end just below her knee. As per usual,Evras eschewed her crown - she had never felt much like a princess, not ever since Zanon had forsaken her. Instead, she allowed her dark locks to be half braided and piled on her head, the other half free to fall around her shoulders.
Following Dion's lead, she descended the stairs, and the small smile remained briefly on her face as she watched her young son in his pale cream chiton and golden belts and himation, ran to his grandparents, and then to all his relatives in turn, greeting them politely. The young boy was most anxious to get to Vangelis, worried as he had been about his uncle's condition no matter how much Evras tried to comfort him. He had popped his head in once, when Vangelis had been covered in bruises, and had suffered nightmares since. Evras had banned him from visiting since, so this was the first time he's seen Vangelis.
In turn, the woman curtsied politely to all who were present, before silently taking her seat next to where Zanon would be seated, nary a word from her. This was what she had trained herself to be, ever since the shifty looks and wary eyes started in her direction. Evras strove to make herself as invisible as possible now, when it came to her in-laws and family.
Looking up from her sewing, Evras's face broke into a smile when she saw the innocent round face of her eleven year old son. His long hair grew till it got to the nape of his neck, a sure sign that Evras had to take a pair of scissors to it soon to keep it at a manageable length. His smile was welcoming as he ran to pick her hand up, allowing Evras to settle her mending in a corner before she picked up her maroon chiton up so it did not tangle in her feet as she hurried along with her son, eager as he was to get to a meal.
She, was not as eager as Dion was.
Dion was currently the only heir to the Kotas family, the only grandson the two monarchs of Colchis had. As such, it was obvious and understandable that they doted on the young boy, and he was well loved and looked after by the rest of the family.
Evras, did not receive the same welcome. As it was, her marriage to Zanon had not received much approval from his family. Had it not been the fact that she was pregnant with Dion, she doubted that Zanon would have got the permission from his parents to wed her. And now that her marriage was in shambles, so was her relationship with the Kotas family. While previously they had been cordial, now Evras tried her best to keep away from as many of them as possible, if for nothing but the pure reason that she was sure most of them hated her, for trapping Zanon into what they saw as the chains of marriage.
But Dion deserved a happy life, and Evras would stop at nothing to see that. So when the messenger had came requesting Evras's presence in the dining hall during dinnertime, the first time the whole family had a chance to have a sitdown ever since the crown prince had been returned injured and bedridden for almost three weeks, Evras had complied.
Donning her finest maroon chiton, she had paired it with the golden woven belt and a simple pair of gladiator sandals which went up her calves to end just below her knee. As per usual,Evras eschewed her crown - she had never felt much like a princess, not ever since Zanon had forsaken her. Instead, she allowed her dark locks to be half braided and piled on her head, the other half free to fall around her shoulders.
Following Dion's lead, she descended the stairs, and the small smile remained briefly on her face as she watched her young son in his pale cream chiton and golden belts and himation, ran to his grandparents, and then to all his relatives in turn, greeting them politely. The young boy was most anxious to get to Vangelis, worried as he had been about his uncle's condition no matter how much Evras tried to comfort him. He had popped his head in once, when Vangelis had been covered in bruises, and had suffered nightmares since. Evras had banned him from visiting since, so this was the first time he's seen Vangelis.
In turn, the woman curtsied politely to all who were present, before silently taking her seat next to where Zanon would be seated, nary a word from her. This was what she had trained herself to be, ever since the shifty looks and wary eyes started in her direction. Evras strove to make herself as invisible as possible now, when it came to her in-laws and family.
Vangelis was determined.
Almost every member of his family had tried to talk him out of his plans to attend the family dinner that night and he was listening to absolutely none of them.
He had wanted to be with the family two days ago when Selene had left for Taengea. He had not wanted to go back to feeling isolated and alone in his room and had enjoyed Selene's presence at meals. He had therefore wanted to join his siblings and parents as they had gathered for the evening repast. His body, however, had not wanted to allow him that luxury. Having gone with Selene in the Kotas carriage, down the docks, in order to bid her farewell - even if he couldn't allow the populace to see him with his injuries and therefore hadn't gotten out or walked anywhere - it seemed that the unsteadiness of the carriage and the uneven road had forced him to suffer more than he had imagined and by the time he had returned to the Kotas manor had had been in a lot of pain. He had therefore decided to sleep it off and attend dinner the following evening.
Only the following evening he had been determined to try and work out for the first time in the gardens. Nike had found him, put him through his paces... and within an hour of exercising he had needed bed rest for the remainder of the evening and night. So that certainly hadn't worked.
Now the third evening since Selene had travelled back to her home kingdom, Vangelis had kept himself inactive all day so that he could join his family for a meal. Together.
While Vangelis was not an outwardly sentimental man, he found himself needing the communion of his family that a joined dinner would afford him.
It had taken a little less time to dress himself then it had done the last two days and he had finally worked out a sort of limping hop that worked to get him down stairs at a relatively normal pace (though his mother told him whenever he did it that it was the most worrying thing she had ever seen), so he wasn't later for dinner as he had expected - but in fact a little early.
Only his brothers Silas and Yiannis were present, along with his mother. His father, he knew, was on a trip to the northern lands barracks. A task he would have normally been appointed, but had to be well enough to complete. Vangelis tried to push away the guilt that rose in his throat.
Limping over to his brothers, who each smiled at him and hit him in a shoulder (Silas the fit one and Yiannis the recently broken one, as was their characters) and Vangelis gave a glare at the latter, threatening physical bodily harm just as soon as he had recovered from his own.
He then took a moment to embrace his mother, a woman who held onto him a little tighter and for a little longer than she would normally, placing a kiss to his temple as she backed away and dropped down from her toes (which she always had to go up onto each time she hugged any one of her sons).
It was at that moment that the room was filled with the tapping of smaller feet and Dion arrived into the room. Vangelis smiled broadly in an expression few in the world had ever seen and yet Dion had witnessed aplenty.
"Uncle Vang!" The kid called, running over to hug him, only to then pause and offer a bow instead, his upbringing shining through his personal feelings.
Vangelis chuckled in a single exhale through his nose and then ruffled the kid's overlong hair before pulling him into a one-armed hug.
"Why didn't you come and see me more often Dion?" He asked the boy with a mock frown on his face. "Would have been nice to talk to you while I was stuck up in bed." He pulled a face. "I have never been so bored." He said the last like it was a whispered secret, and made Dion grin.
"I would have, but Mummy said I couldn't." The kid said in straight innocence.
And suddenly the room felt awkward and quiet as every Kotas turned to look at the one Thanasi in the room. While he couldn't comment on the others, Vangelis' eyes were at least only curious or perhaps suspicious over condemning...
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
Vangelis was determined.
Almost every member of his family had tried to talk him out of his plans to attend the family dinner that night and he was listening to absolutely none of them.
He had wanted to be with the family two days ago when Selene had left for Taengea. He had not wanted to go back to feeling isolated and alone in his room and had enjoyed Selene's presence at meals. He had therefore wanted to join his siblings and parents as they had gathered for the evening repast. His body, however, had not wanted to allow him that luxury. Having gone with Selene in the Kotas carriage, down the docks, in order to bid her farewell - even if he couldn't allow the populace to see him with his injuries and therefore hadn't gotten out or walked anywhere - it seemed that the unsteadiness of the carriage and the uneven road had forced him to suffer more than he had imagined and by the time he had returned to the Kotas manor had had been in a lot of pain. He had therefore decided to sleep it off and attend dinner the following evening.
Only the following evening he had been determined to try and work out for the first time in the gardens. Nike had found him, put him through his paces... and within an hour of exercising he had needed bed rest for the remainder of the evening and night. So that certainly hadn't worked.
Now the third evening since Selene had travelled back to her home kingdom, Vangelis had kept himself inactive all day so that he could join his family for a meal. Together.
While Vangelis was not an outwardly sentimental man, he found himself needing the communion of his family that a joined dinner would afford him.
It had taken a little less time to dress himself then it had done the last two days and he had finally worked out a sort of limping hop that worked to get him down stairs at a relatively normal pace (though his mother told him whenever he did it that it was the most worrying thing she had ever seen), so he wasn't later for dinner as he had expected - but in fact a little early.
Only his brothers Silas and Yiannis were present, along with his mother. His father, he knew, was on a trip to the northern lands barracks. A task he would have normally been appointed, but had to be well enough to complete. Vangelis tried to push away the guilt that rose in his throat.
Limping over to his brothers, who each smiled at him and hit him in a shoulder (Silas the fit one and Yiannis the recently broken one, as was their characters) and Vangelis gave a glare at the latter, threatening physical bodily harm just as soon as he had recovered from his own.
He then took a moment to embrace his mother, a woman who held onto him a little tighter and for a little longer than she would normally, placing a kiss to his temple as she backed away and dropped down from her toes (which she always had to go up onto each time she hugged any one of her sons).
It was at that moment that the room was filled with the tapping of smaller feet and Dion arrived into the room. Vangelis smiled broadly in an expression few in the world had ever seen and yet Dion had witnessed aplenty.
"Uncle Vang!" The kid called, running over to hug him, only to then pause and offer a bow instead, his upbringing shining through his personal feelings.
Vangelis chuckled in a single exhale through his nose and then ruffled the kid's overlong hair before pulling him into a one-armed hug.
"Why didn't you come and see me more often Dion?" He asked the boy with a mock frown on his face. "Would have been nice to talk to you while I was stuck up in bed." He pulled a face. "I have never been so bored." He said the last like it was a whispered secret, and made Dion grin.
"I would have, but Mummy said I couldn't." The kid said in straight innocence.
And suddenly the room felt awkward and quiet as every Kotas turned to look at the one Thanasi in the room. While he couldn't comment on the others, Vangelis' eyes were at least only curious or perhaps suspicious over condemning...
Vangelis was determined.
Almost every member of his family had tried to talk him out of his plans to attend the family dinner that night and he was listening to absolutely none of them.
He had wanted to be with the family two days ago when Selene had left for Taengea. He had not wanted to go back to feeling isolated and alone in his room and had enjoyed Selene's presence at meals. He had therefore wanted to join his siblings and parents as they had gathered for the evening repast. His body, however, had not wanted to allow him that luxury. Having gone with Selene in the Kotas carriage, down the docks, in order to bid her farewell - even if he couldn't allow the populace to see him with his injuries and therefore hadn't gotten out or walked anywhere - it seemed that the unsteadiness of the carriage and the uneven road had forced him to suffer more than he had imagined and by the time he had returned to the Kotas manor had had been in a lot of pain. He had therefore decided to sleep it off and attend dinner the following evening.
Only the following evening he had been determined to try and work out for the first time in the gardens. Nike had found him, put him through his paces... and within an hour of exercising he had needed bed rest for the remainder of the evening and night. So that certainly hadn't worked.
Now the third evening since Selene had travelled back to her home kingdom, Vangelis had kept himself inactive all day so that he could join his family for a meal. Together.
While Vangelis was not an outwardly sentimental man, he found himself needing the communion of his family that a joined dinner would afford him.
It had taken a little less time to dress himself then it had done the last two days and he had finally worked out a sort of limping hop that worked to get him down stairs at a relatively normal pace (though his mother told him whenever he did it that it was the most worrying thing she had ever seen), so he wasn't later for dinner as he had expected - but in fact a little early.
Only his brothers Silas and Yiannis were present, along with his mother. His father, he knew, was on a trip to the northern lands barracks. A task he would have normally been appointed, but had to be well enough to complete. Vangelis tried to push away the guilt that rose in his throat.
Limping over to his brothers, who each smiled at him and hit him in a shoulder (Silas the fit one and Yiannis the recently broken one, as was their characters) and Vangelis gave a glare at the latter, threatening physical bodily harm just as soon as he had recovered from his own.
He then took a moment to embrace his mother, a woman who held onto him a little tighter and for a little longer than she would normally, placing a kiss to his temple as she backed away and dropped down from her toes (which she always had to go up onto each time she hugged any one of her sons).
It was at that moment that the room was filled with the tapping of smaller feet and Dion arrived into the room. Vangelis smiled broadly in an expression few in the world had ever seen and yet Dion had witnessed aplenty.
"Uncle Vang!" The kid called, running over to hug him, only to then pause and offer a bow instead, his upbringing shining through his personal feelings.
Vangelis chuckled in a single exhale through his nose and then ruffled the kid's overlong hair before pulling him into a one-armed hug.
"Why didn't you come and see me more often Dion?" He asked the boy with a mock frown on his face. "Would have been nice to talk to you while I was stuck up in bed." He pulled a face. "I have never been so bored." He said the last like it was a whispered secret, and made Dion grin.
"I would have, but Mummy said I couldn't." The kid said in straight innocence.
And suddenly the room felt awkward and quiet as every Kotas turned to look at the one Thanasi in the room. While he couldn't comment on the others, Vangelis' eyes were at least only curious or perhaps suspicious over condemning...
Athanasia was busy getting ready for the evening, it was the first family dinner that everyone would be at other than her father and after the scare they all had, Asia wasn't going to miss it. It was a chore for her to get ready, even with the help of a servant, because somehow something would brush across any of the bruises that she had acquired in the running lessons that the Lady Selene had given her when they hung out. Who would have thought that her backside could be so bruised from all the bouncing along in a saddle was beyond her, but Athanasia took to those lessons with a joy that she never did before. Usually one to hate lessons, Selene made them fun, and Asia was going to miss her new friend.
Making sure her chiton was long for once so no one would notice the still healing marks, Asia wore her long hair down around her shoulders after only running a brush through it. With only a glance in the mirror at her semi-dressed up look, she doubted anyone would say anything, or at least she hoped not.
Athanasia was just behind her brother, watching as he limped down the stairs without him knowing, ready to call someone to help if needed even as it didn't surprise her that he wouldn't need any help at all. Other than their father, Vang was one of the strongest people she knew, even if she tried to prove that she was stronger.
As they walked in, seeing Yannis hit Vangelis' bad shoulder, Asia punched him in the kidney as she ruined any surprise that she was even there. “Why must you be such an ass, Yannis?” It made her smile as her older brother laughed, earning him a hug as he dodged away from Vangelis's glare, making Asia grunt ever so softly in pain as the jerky move made her legs move in an awkward way to balance herself. As Vangelis said hello to their mother, and then to their nephew, Asia tried to hide behind Silas as their mother focused on her. It was too late to fix her mistake, knowing just what her mother sucked her teeth in frustration at her. With a nervous laugh, Athanasia peeked out as she smiled almost sheepishly, looking over at everyone else for help. “I know what you are going to say Mother, but I DID dress nice tonight. See?!” Pointing down at the soft blue gown, she tried to take any focus off her hair, hating putting it up at all. “And, it's not a formal event, this is family.” Mostly. After her look around, Asia saw her brother Zanon's wife was here as well. With a headshake and a sigh, her mother gave up before she even started on the argument for the moment. There will be later times.
Looking over at the other woman as Dion said that she wouldn't allow him to go see Vangelis, Athanasia remembered the fun conversations they had before, and how they got along. It was only after Zanon spoke with her in private that Asia started to dislike the woman. For no other reason than what her brother said, it turned her opinions on the woman from friendly to cautious. Without a word, at least for the moment, she looked back over towards Vangelis after the room went quiet, in an attempt to dispell the awkward silence, “I am glad to see you are doing better brother.”
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
Athanasia was busy getting ready for the evening, it was the first family dinner that everyone would be at other than her father and after the scare they all had, Asia wasn't going to miss it. It was a chore for her to get ready, even with the help of a servant, because somehow something would brush across any of the bruises that she had acquired in the running lessons that the Lady Selene had given her when they hung out. Who would have thought that her backside could be so bruised from all the bouncing along in a saddle was beyond her, but Athanasia took to those lessons with a joy that she never did before. Usually one to hate lessons, Selene made them fun, and Asia was going to miss her new friend.
Making sure her chiton was long for once so no one would notice the still healing marks, Asia wore her long hair down around her shoulders after only running a brush through it. With only a glance in the mirror at her semi-dressed up look, she doubted anyone would say anything, or at least she hoped not.
Athanasia was just behind her brother, watching as he limped down the stairs without him knowing, ready to call someone to help if needed even as it didn't surprise her that he wouldn't need any help at all. Other than their father, Vang was one of the strongest people she knew, even if she tried to prove that she was stronger.
As they walked in, seeing Yannis hit Vangelis' bad shoulder, Asia punched him in the kidney as she ruined any surprise that she was even there. “Why must you be such an ass, Yannis?” It made her smile as her older brother laughed, earning him a hug as he dodged away from Vangelis's glare, making Asia grunt ever so softly in pain as the jerky move made her legs move in an awkward way to balance herself. As Vangelis said hello to their mother, and then to their nephew, Asia tried to hide behind Silas as their mother focused on her. It was too late to fix her mistake, knowing just what her mother sucked her teeth in frustration at her. With a nervous laugh, Athanasia peeked out as she smiled almost sheepishly, looking over at everyone else for help. “I know what you are going to say Mother, but I DID dress nice tonight. See?!” Pointing down at the soft blue gown, she tried to take any focus off her hair, hating putting it up at all. “And, it's not a formal event, this is family.” Mostly. After her look around, Asia saw her brother Zanon's wife was here as well. With a headshake and a sigh, her mother gave up before she even started on the argument for the moment. There will be later times.
Looking over at the other woman as Dion said that she wouldn't allow him to go see Vangelis, Athanasia remembered the fun conversations they had before, and how they got along. It was only after Zanon spoke with her in private that Asia started to dislike the woman. For no other reason than what her brother said, it turned her opinions on the woman from friendly to cautious. Without a word, at least for the moment, she looked back over towards Vangelis after the room went quiet, in an attempt to dispell the awkward silence, “I am glad to see you are doing better brother.”
Athanasia was busy getting ready for the evening, it was the first family dinner that everyone would be at other than her father and after the scare they all had, Asia wasn't going to miss it. It was a chore for her to get ready, even with the help of a servant, because somehow something would brush across any of the bruises that she had acquired in the running lessons that the Lady Selene had given her when they hung out. Who would have thought that her backside could be so bruised from all the bouncing along in a saddle was beyond her, but Athanasia took to those lessons with a joy that she never did before. Usually one to hate lessons, Selene made them fun, and Asia was going to miss her new friend.
Making sure her chiton was long for once so no one would notice the still healing marks, Asia wore her long hair down around her shoulders after only running a brush through it. With only a glance in the mirror at her semi-dressed up look, she doubted anyone would say anything, or at least she hoped not.
Athanasia was just behind her brother, watching as he limped down the stairs without him knowing, ready to call someone to help if needed even as it didn't surprise her that he wouldn't need any help at all. Other than their father, Vang was one of the strongest people she knew, even if she tried to prove that she was stronger.
As they walked in, seeing Yannis hit Vangelis' bad shoulder, Asia punched him in the kidney as she ruined any surprise that she was even there. “Why must you be such an ass, Yannis?” It made her smile as her older brother laughed, earning him a hug as he dodged away from Vangelis's glare, making Asia grunt ever so softly in pain as the jerky move made her legs move in an awkward way to balance herself. As Vangelis said hello to their mother, and then to their nephew, Asia tried to hide behind Silas as their mother focused on her. It was too late to fix her mistake, knowing just what her mother sucked her teeth in frustration at her. With a nervous laugh, Athanasia peeked out as she smiled almost sheepishly, looking over at everyone else for help. “I know what you are going to say Mother, but I DID dress nice tonight. See?!” Pointing down at the soft blue gown, she tried to take any focus off her hair, hating putting it up at all. “And, it's not a formal event, this is family.” Mostly. After her look around, Asia saw her brother Zanon's wife was here as well. With a headshake and a sigh, her mother gave up before she even started on the argument for the moment. There will be later times.
Looking over at the other woman as Dion said that she wouldn't allow him to go see Vangelis, Athanasia remembered the fun conversations they had before, and how they got along. It was only after Zanon spoke with her in private that Asia started to dislike the woman. For no other reason than what her brother said, it turned her opinions on the woman from friendly to cautious. Without a word, at least for the moment, she looked back over towards Vangelis after the room went quiet, in an attempt to dispell the awkward silence, “I am glad to see you are doing better brother.”
Her heart stopped at Dion's response, and her hands turned to ice as the rest of the families eyes slowly turned to her. Already, Evras felt impossibly uncomfortable in who was supposed to be her own family. With eyes all on her, it made Evras feel all sorts of uncomfortable underneath the chiton she had on, even if the maroon material was of the finest silk that was gifted to the princess from a faraway ambassador.
It wasn't fun, being ostracized from one's family - even if they were not her birth family. Marrying into the Kotas family meant that by right, Evras was meant to spend more time with them then she did with her own family. Yet the discomfort and dislike they all exuded to her meant that she always found an excuse to run towards her own Thanasi archontiko, finding it less suffocating then her married home.
When Asia had walked in, Evras felt a pang of regret. She had had great fun with the young Athanasia when she had first married in, enjoying taking the young princess under her wing and teaching her the finer points of being a woman as Athanasia blossomed into a beautiful young lady.Now, the princess looked at her with as much contempt as the rest. Evras understood sibling loyalty, she herself had close relationships with her sister, but...it still hurt.
Clearing her throat at the awkward silence, the pale woman moved from where Dion's answer had frozen her at her spot, and headed for the seat she usually took next to her husband. She had no reply, for there was no question that had been directed to her, and Evras had long since practiced the art of not speaking unless spoken to in the Kotas family, and meekly sat down.
But obviously, the brothers were not letting it go easily.
"You can do whatever you want, Dion. Your wit- mother has no say over you. You just come to Uncle Yiannis okay?" The sneer had came from Yiannis, the younger brother of her husband, and one who had always been more sharp-tongued and obvious in his dislike for the wife his brother had married. Evras's eyes flashed, the blue-green depths showing her anger clearly. She was meek, but she would not take anyone defying her in the question of her son.
Quite unlike her, the woman looked up and glared at the prince in question. "My son follows my words, Prince Yiannis. Unless you would like to deal with the nightmares he had when he saw his Uncle Vangelis covered in bruises and yelling bloody murder, looking for all like he was at Hades's door?" There was a bite in her tone that was rarely heard before, and for once Evras couldn't be bothered at the tense silence that followed, as she glared at Yiannis.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
Her heart stopped at Dion's response, and her hands turned to ice as the rest of the families eyes slowly turned to her. Already, Evras felt impossibly uncomfortable in who was supposed to be her own family. With eyes all on her, it made Evras feel all sorts of uncomfortable underneath the chiton she had on, even if the maroon material was of the finest silk that was gifted to the princess from a faraway ambassador.
It wasn't fun, being ostracized from one's family - even if they were not her birth family. Marrying into the Kotas family meant that by right, Evras was meant to spend more time with them then she did with her own family. Yet the discomfort and dislike they all exuded to her meant that she always found an excuse to run towards her own Thanasi archontiko, finding it less suffocating then her married home.
When Asia had walked in, Evras felt a pang of regret. She had had great fun with the young Athanasia when she had first married in, enjoying taking the young princess under her wing and teaching her the finer points of being a woman as Athanasia blossomed into a beautiful young lady.Now, the princess looked at her with as much contempt as the rest. Evras understood sibling loyalty, she herself had close relationships with her sister, but...it still hurt.
Clearing her throat at the awkward silence, the pale woman moved from where Dion's answer had frozen her at her spot, and headed for the seat she usually took next to her husband. She had no reply, for there was no question that had been directed to her, and Evras had long since practiced the art of not speaking unless spoken to in the Kotas family, and meekly sat down.
But obviously, the brothers were not letting it go easily.
"You can do whatever you want, Dion. Your wit- mother has no say over you. You just come to Uncle Yiannis okay?" The sneer had came from Yiannis, the younger brother of her husband, and one who had always been more sharp-tongued and obvious in his dislike for the wife his brother had married. Evras's eyes flashed, the blue-green depths showing her anger clearly. She was meek, but she would not take anyone defying her in the question of her son.
Quite unlike her, the woman looked up and glared at the prince in question. "My son follows my words, Prince Yiannis. Unless you would like to deal with the nightmares he had when he saw his Uncle Vangelis covered in bruises and yelling bloody murder, looking for all like he was at Hades's door?" There was a bite in her tone that was rarely heard before, and for once Evras couldn't be bothered at the tense silence that followed, as she glared at Yiannis.
Her heart stopped at Dion's response, and her hands turned to ice as the rest of the families eyes slowly turned to her. Already, Evras felt impossibly uncomfortable in who was supposed to be her own family. With eyes all on her, it made Evras feel all sorts of uncomfortable underneath the chiton she had on, even if the maroon material was of the finest silk that was gifted to the princess from a faraway ambassador.
It wasn't fun, being ostracized from one's family - even if they were not her birth family. Marrying into the Kotas family meant that by right, Evras was meant to spend more time with them then she did with her own family. Yet the discomfort and dislike they all exuded to her meant that she always found an excuse to run towards her own Thanasi archontiko, finding it less suffocating then her married home.
When Asia had walked in, Evras felt a pang of regret. She had had great fun with the young Athanasia when she had first married in, enjoying taking the young princess under her wing and teaching her the finer points of being a woman as Athanasia blossomed into a beautiful young lady.Now, the princess looked at her with as much contempt as the rest. Evras understood sibling loyalty, she herself had close relationships with her sister, but...it still hurt.
Clearing her throat at the awkward silence, the pale woman moved from where Dion's answer had frozen her at her spot, and headed for the seat she usually took next to her husband. She had no reply, for there was no question that had been directed to her, and Evras had long since practiced the art of not speaking unless spoken to in the Kotas family, and meekly sat down.
But obviously, the brothers were not letting it go easily.
"You can do whatever you want, Dion. Your wit- mother has no say over you. You just come to Uncle Yiannis okay?" The sneer had came from Yiannis, the younger brother of her husband, and one who had always been more sharp-tongued and obvious in his dislike for the wife his brother had married. Evras's eyes flashed, the blue-green depths showing her anger clearly. She was meek, but she would not take anyone defying her in the question of her son.
Quite unlike her, the woman looked up and glared at the prince in question. "My son follows my words, Prince Yiannis. Unless you would like to deal with the nightmares he had when he saw his Uncle Vangelis covered in bruises and yelling bloody murder, looking for all like he was at Hades's door?" There was a bite in her tone that was rarely heard before, and for once Evras couldn't be bothered at the tense silence that followed, as she glared at Yiannis.
Vangelis felt rather awkward in this conversation as the subject of the topic was himself. Like he was a piece of evidence to be thrown back and forth - from one side as the horrific vision a woman had tried to protect her son from and from the other, the victim who should have been visited by his nephew. This hadn't been where he had intended for the conversation to go.
Elbowing Yiannis in the gut with his good arm to shut him up, Vangelis then attempted to kneel.
It was tricky for a moment and his mother fussed for a second before he waved her off, but he got down there fine and was then able to place two hands on Dion's shoulders and look him in the eye on his level.
"It's okay to be afraid sometimes Dion." He told the boy with a squeeze to his shoulders. "But I became injured because I did my duty. And when someone is recovering from suffering for that duty, it shows them honour and respect to visit them." He heard Yiannis take a breath and step forward as if he were about to tag on some other argumentative comment and Vangelis elbowed him in the knee this time.
The boy looked upset. So, Vangelis smiled.
"I'm not upset Dion. I understand. And maybe next time you'll be brave enough to come see one of us if we're hurt. But I'm explaining why your uncle is getting upset with your mother and being a giant idiot." He told the boy with a pulled face that made Dion laugh.
"You're one to talk." Yiannis snorted as Vangelis got back to his feet awkwardly. "How long before you next end up under half a mountain."
"Until the next time someone needs my help, brother mine." He told the man. "I recall you being that person a few times."
"You'll die next time something this serious happens!"
"Then it will be my fate to die!"
"Enough!"
This last came from Queen Yanni as she threw up both hands between her sons, who had gotten heated in their exchanges.
"I will not listen to this anymore." She told them both in a firm voice that had them both snapping their mouths closed. "None of my children will be dying before me. Oh so help me Gods, I shall march into Hades and bring you back myself after which you shall experience a new round of hell. Do I make myself clear?!"
The two, fully-grown men said nothing but their refusal to carry on the argument and Vangelis' nudge in the man's shoulder, followed by Yiannis slapping back at him, broke the awkwardness and resumed their brotherly connection.
"Now, let us all sit and have a meal together." There mother swayed, ushering hands towards the set table. "Where is Zanon?"
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
Vangelis felt rather awkward in this conversation as the subject of the topic was himself. Like he was a piece of evidence to be thrown back and forth - from one side as the horrific vision a woman had tried to protect her son from and from the other, the victim who should have been visited by his nephew. This hadn't been where he had intended for the conversation to go.
Elbowing Yiannis in the gut with his good arm to shut him up, Vangelis then attempted to kneel.
It was tricky for a moment and his mother fussed for a second before he waved her off, but he got down there fine and was then able to place two hands on Dion's shoulders and look him in the eye on his level.
"It's okay to be afraid sometimes Dion." He told the boy with a squeeze to his shoulders. "But I became injured because I did my duty. And when someone is recovering from suffering for that duty, it shows them honour and respect to visit them." He heard Yiannis take a breath and step forward as if he were about to tag on some other argumentative comment and Vangelis elbowed him in the knee this time.
The boy looked upset. So, Vangelis smiled.
"I'm not upset Dion. I understand. And maybe next time you'll be brave enough to come see one of us if we're hurt. But I'm explaining why your uncle is getting upset with your mother and being a giant idiot." He told the boy with a pulled face that made Dion laugh.
"You're one to talk." Yiannis snorted as Vangelis got back to his feet awkwardly. "How long before you next end up under half a mountain."
"Until the next time someone needs my help, brother mine." He told the man. "I recall you being that person a few times."
"You'll die next time something this serious happens!"
"Then it will be my fate to die!"
"Enough!"
This last came from Queen Yanni as she threw up both hands between her sons, who had gotten heated in their exchanges.
"I will not listen to this anymore." She told them both in a firm voice that had them both snapping their mouths closed. "None of my children will be dying before me. Oh so help me Gods, I shall march into Hades and bring you back myself after which you shall experience a new round of hell. Do I make myself clear?!"
The two, fully-grown men said nothing but their refusal to carry on the argument and Vangelis' nudge in the man's shoulder, followed by Yiannis slapping back at him, broke the awkwardness and resumed their brotherly connection.
"Now, let us all sit and have a meal together." There mother swayed, ushering hands towards the set table. "Where is Zanon?"
Vangelis felt rather awkward in this conversation as the subject of the topic was himself. Like he was a piece of evidence to be thrown back and forth - from one side as the horrific vision a woman had tried to protect her son from and from the other, the victim who should have been visited by his nephew. This hadn't been where he had intended for the conversation to go.
Elbowing Yiannis in the gut with his good arm to shut him up, Vangelis then attempted to kneel.
It was tricky for a moment and his mother fussed for a second before he waved her off, but he got down there fine and was then able to place two hands on Dion's shoulders and look him in the eye on his level.
"It's okay to be afraid sometimes Dion." He told the boy with a squeeze to his shoulders. "But I became injured because I did my duty. And when someone is recovering from suffering for that duty, it shows them honour and respect to visit them." He heard Yiannis take a breath and step forward as if he were about to tag on some other argumentative comment and Vangelis elbowed him in the knee this time.
The boy looked upset. So, Vangelis smiled.
"I'm not upset Dion. I understand. And maybe next time you'll be brave enough to come see one of us if we're hurt. But I'm explaining why your uncle is getting upset with your mother and being a giant idiot." He told the boy with a pulled face that made Dion laugh.
"You're one to talk." Yiannis snorted as Vangelis got back to his feet awkwardly. "How long before you next end up under half a mountain."
"Until the next time someone needs my help, brother mine." He told the man. "I recall you being that person a few times."
"You'll die next time something this serious happens!"
"Then it will be my fate to die!"
"Enough!"
This last came from Queen Yanni as she threw up both hands between her sons, who had gotten heated in their exchanges.
"I will not listen to this anymore." She told them both in a firm voice that had them both snapping their mouths closed. "None of my children will be dying before me. Oh so help me Gods, I shall march into Hades and bring you back myself after which you shall experience a new round of hell. Do I make myself clear?!"
The two, fully-grown men said nothing but their refusal to carry on the argument and Vangelis' nudge in the man's shoulder, followed by Yiannis slapping back at him, broke the awkwardness and resumed their brotherly connection.
"Now, let us all sit and have a meal together." There mother swayed, ushering hands towards the set table. "Where is Zanon?"
He was late but at least he wasn't entirely drunk this time. Zanon had managed to pull himself together to head down to the family dinner. He thought Vangelis was pushing it too far to soon to attend but the eldest of the Kotas idiots refused to listen to reason most of the time anyway when his health was in question. Dressed in a dark green chiton that fell just to his knees with a chlamys draped over his left shoulder, the second prince arrived at the door in time to hear Yiannis snarl at Evras. Holding back to listen, he leaned against the column by the entrance to witness what might happen.
Eyes following the conversation from Yiannis to Evras and then Vangelis, he held his tongue until their mother raised her voice above the bickering, stepping forward and uncrossing his arms as he strode directly to his son.
"I am here, mother."
He turned aside to the arguing brothers and wife, gaze running over her for a moment before settling on the younger brother. Yiannis had his own feelings but there was no need to speak of the boy's mother in front of him this way. In private, behind closed doors, it didn't matter, but as much as he feared Dion turning into a Thanasi through and through, he didn't want to have the boy question his mother's love.
"Dion should have been allowed to visit you more often, Vangelis. My wife has chosen to make this her last stand in coddling him before he begins training. I believe it is just about time for you to begin learning to handle a sword and bow properly, don't you Dion?"
His son nodded, glancing up at his mother before turning to give his assent to his father, and Zanon nearly growled at the gesture. Squeezing Dion's shoulder, he directed the next words to Evras.
"Which means you will be staying here. If your Thanasi family wishes to see you, they can visit. And you will work with your uncles and I to grow into another Kotas warrior."
Without a word to the others he steered his son away from Evras, positioning the lad between Silas and himself. Evras could sit where she liked, but he would keep a buffer between the witch and the heir as long as he could. He'd already left it too long and feared his boy was being turned against him entirely. If it had to be one or the other, a son must needs always choose his father.
"Now then, shall we eat?"
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
He was late but at least he wasn't entirely drunk this time. Zanon had managed to pull himself together to head down to the family dinner. He thought Vangelis was pushing it too far to soon to attend but the eldest of the Kotas idiots refused to listen to reason most of the time anyway when his health was in question. Dressed in a dark green chiton that fell just to his knees with a chlamys draped over his left shoulder, the second prince arrived at the door in time to hear Yiannis snarl at Evras. Holding back to listen, he leaned against the column by the entrance to witness what might happen.
Eyes following the conversation from Yiannis to Evras and then Vangelis, he held his tongue until their mother raised her voice above the bickering, stepping forward and uncrossing his arms as he strode directly to his son.
"I am here, mother."
He turned aside to the arguing brothers and wife, gaze running over her for a moment before settling on the younger brother. Yiannis had his own feelings but there was no need to speak of the boy's mother in front of him this way. In private, behind closed doors, it didn't matter, but as much as he feared Dion turning into a Thanasi through and through, he didn't want to have the boy question his mother's love.
"Dion should have been allowed to visit you more often, Vangelis. My wife has chosen to make this her last stand in coddling him before he begins training. I believe it is just about time for you to begin learning to handle a sword and bow properly, don't you Dion?"
His son nodded, glancing up at his mother before turning to give his assent to his father, and Zanon nearly growled at the gesture. Squeezing Dion's shoulder, he directed the next words to Evras.
"Which means you will be staying here. If your Thanasi family wishes to see you, they can visit. And you will work with your uncles and I to grow into another Kotas warrior."
Without a word to the others he steered his son away from Evras, positioning the lad between Silas and himself. Evras could sit where she liked, but he would keep a buffer between the witch and the heir as long as he could. He'd already left it too long and feared his boy was being turned against him entirely. If it had to be one or the other, a son must needs always choose his father.
"Now then, shall we eat?"
He was late but at least he wasn't entirely drunk this time. Zanon had managed to pull himself together to head down to the family dinner. He thought Vangelis was pushing it too far to soon to attend but the eldest of the Kotas idiots refused to listen to reason most of the time anyway when his health was in question. Dressed in a dark green chiton that fell just to his knees with a chlamys draped over his left shoulder, the second prince arrived at the door in time to hear Yiannis snarl at Evras. Holding back to listen, he leaned against the column by the entrance to witness what might happen.
Eyes following the conversation from Yiannis to Evras and then Vangelis, he held his tongue until their mother raised her voice above the bickering, stepping forward and uncrossing his arms as he strode directly to his son.
"I am here, mother."
He turned aside to the arguing brothers and wife, gaze running over her for a moment before settling on the younger brother. Yiannis had his own feelings but there was no need to speak of the boy's mother in front of him this way. In private, behind closed doors, it didn't matter, but as much as he feared Dion turning into a Thanasi through and through, he didn't want to have the boy question his mother's love.
"Dion should have been allowed to visit you more often, Vangelis. My wife has chosen to make this her last stand in coddling him before he begins training. I believe it is just about time for you to begin learning to handle a sword and bow properly, don't you Dion?"
His son nodded, glancing up at his mother before turning to give his assent to his father, and Zanon nearly growled at the gesture. Squeezing Dion's shoulder, he directed the next words to Evras.
"Which means you will be staying here. If your Thanasi family wishes to see you, they can visit. And you will work with your uncles and I to grow into another Kotas warrior."
Without a word to the others he steered his son away from Evras, positioning the lad between Silas and himself. Evras could sit where she liked, but he would keep a buffer between the witch and the heir as long as he could. He'd already left it too long and feared his boy was being turned against him entirely. If it had to be one or the other, a son must needs always choose his father.
"Now then, shall we eat?"
The third brother had always been the most toxic when it came to words with their sister in law. Vangelis was barely around, and when he was Evras just made it a point to stay out of his way. If Yiannis could be that bad, Evras didn't even want to imagine how someone called 'the Blood General' on the battlefield could treat her.
So imagine her surprise, when the eldest and the crown prince actually spoke gently to her son. Her eyes widened, the blue-green irises flashing in surprise with his soft words. In fact, Evras had to bite back a chuckle when she heard how Vangelis insulted Yiannis. And obviously the hot headed third brother took the bait. The argument that followed was one that she was used to by now, the banter between the siblings that, as usual, was stopped by the Queen.
There was just something about mothers.
Her husband's voice made Evras flicker up - they always did, and Evras cursed whatever trick the Gods played that made her so attuned to Zanon's presence. The woman frowned at her husbands words, but when Dion turned eyes to her, she simply nodded at her son. While she was reluctant, she knew the day had to come. She could not keep her protective barrier up around Dion all the time, and as he grew older, it simply was a given.
Instead, when Zanon continued to speak, Evras merely looked up and met her eyes with Vangelis, obvious gratitude in her eyes. It was rare, but she appreciated the way in which Vangelis had spoken up for her against Yiannis's illogical railing of her decision. Dipping her head in a polite and silent 'thank you', a rare smile graced Evras's features.
The smile melted however, when Zanon obviously directed her son away from her. It was like a part of her heart was sliced away - how dare he take her son away from her, when he was the one who had chosen to stay away when he had new mistresses to warm his bed. "Dion, you had plenty of questions to ask your Uncle Vangelis, did you not? Why don't you sit next to him and your grandmother, so you can ask them now?" If she wasn't going to have her son next to him, he should not either.
Tis only fair.
Watching as the boy grinned and nodded, Dion quickly slipped out of his father's directive hands, and pattered over to Vangelis with an eager smile. "Can I sit here, Uncle Vangelis?" the young eleven year old gestured at the chair next to him, the one that would usually be occupied by Zanon between herself and Vangelis. Dion would usually be seated on her right, with Zanon on her left... but screw propriety today. If he wanted a fight, well... a fight he will get.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
The third brother had always been the most toxic when it came to words with their sister in law. Vangelis was barely around, and when he was Evras just made it a point to stay out of his way. If Yiannis could be that bad, Evras didn't even want to imagine how someone called 'the Blood General' on the battlefield could treat her.
So imagine her surprise, when the eldest and the crown prince actually spoke gently to her son. Her eyes widened, the blue-green irises flashing in surprise with his soft words. In fact, Evras had to bite back a chuckle when she heard how Vangelis insulted Yiannis. And obviously the hot headed third brother took the bait. The argument that followed was one that she was used to by now, the banter between the siblings that, as usual, was stopped by the Queen.
There was just something about mothers.
Her husband's voice made Evras flicker up - they always did, and Evras cursed whatever trick the Gods played that made her so attuned to Zanon's presence. The woman frowned at her husbands words, but when Dion turned eyes to her, she simply nodded at her son. While she was reluctant, she knew the day had to come. She could not keep her protective barrier up around Dion all the time, and as he grew older, it simply was a given.
Instead, when Zanon continued to speak, Evras merely looked up and met her eyes with Vangelis, obvious gratitude in her eyes. It was rare, but she appreciated the way in which Vangelis had spoken up for her against Yiannis's illogical railing of her decision. Dipping her head in a polite and silent 'thank you', a rare smile graced Evras's features.
The smile melted however, when Zanon obviously directed her son away from her. It was like a part of her heart was sliced away - how dare he take her son away from her, when he was the one who had chosen to stay away when he had new mistresses to warm his bed. "Dion, you had plenty of questions to ask your Uncle Vangelis, did you not? Why don't you sit next to him and your grandmother, so you can ask them now?" If she wasn't going to have her son next to him, he should not either.
Tis only fair.
Watching as the boy grinned and nodded, Dion quickly slipped out of his father's directive hands, and pattered over to Vangelis with an eager smile. "Can I sit here, Uncle Vangelis?" the young eleven year old gestured at the chair next to him, the one that would usually be occupied by Zanon between herself and Vangelis. Dion would usually be seated on her right, with Zanon on her left... but screw propriety today. If he wanted a fight, well... a fight he will get.
The third brother had always been the most toxic when it came to words with their sister in law. Vangelis was barely around, and when he was Evras just made it a point to stay out of his way. If Yiannis could be that bad, Evras didn't even want to imagine how someone called 'the Blood General' on the battlefield could treat her.
So imagine her surprise, when the eldest and the crown prince actually spoke gently to her son. Her eyes widened, the blue-green irises flashing in surprise with his soft words. In fact, Evras had to bite back a chuckle when she heard how Vangelis insulted Yiannis. And obviously the hot headed third brother took the bait. The argument that followed was one that she was used to by now, the banter between the siblings that, as usual, was stopped by the Queen.
There was just something about mothers.
Her husband's voice made Evras flicker up - they always did, and Evras cursed whatever trick the Gods played that made her so attuned to Zanon's presence. The woman frowned at her husbands words, but when Dion turned eyes to her, she simply nodded at her son. While she was reluctant, she knew the day had to come. She could not keep her protective barrier up around Dion all the time, and as he grew older, it simply was a given.
Instead, when Zanon continued to speak, Evras merely looked up and met her eyes with Vangelis, obvious gratitude in her eyes. It was rare, but she appreciated the way in which Vangelis had spoken up for her against Yiannis's illogical railing of her decision. Dipping her head in a polite and silent 'thank you', a rare smile graced Evras's features.
The smile melted however, when Zanon obviously directed her son away from her. It was like a part of her heart was sliced away - how dare he take her son away from her, when he was the one who had chosen to stay away when he had new mistresses to warm his bed. "Dion, you had plenty of questions to ask your Uncle Vangelis, did you not? Why don't you sit next to him and your grandmother, so you can ask them now?" If she wasn't going to have her son next to him, he should not either.
Tis only fair.
Watching as the boy grinned and nodded, Dion quickly slipped out of his father's directive hands, and pattered over to Vangelis with an eager smile. "Can I sit here, Uncle Vangelis?" the young eleven year old gestured at the chair next to him, the one that would usually be occupied by Zanon between herself and Vangelis. Dion would usually be seated on her right, with Zanon on her left... but screw propriety today. If he wanted a fight, well... a fight he will get.
Vangelis watched the exchange between his eldest younger brother and his wife with interest and with caution. He was not one to mess with other people's relationships - especially those that had been cemented in the vows of matrimony. He would never expect others to voice opinions on his own future relationship and he was determined to not be hypocritical until then. Yet it didn't stop him from being aware of the looks and words the two shared between them. The flicker of Evras's gaze, the coldness of Zanon's shoulder. He might not intend to interfere with whatever was happening between the two of them, but he was also no unaware.
Instead, he simply nodded politely in return to Evras's gaze and then avoided looking at either of the two of them for the rest of their discussion, instead focusing on keeping an eye on Yiannis and Silas who were always eager to stick in their two obols where they weren't needed. Normally with bite, in the case of Yiannis.
He knew his family were boisterous and argumentative - tough and rugged. But it seemed to fall to him at the eldest to ensure that such jibes and jokes never went far enough to offend or hurt. He wondered what the hell is family did when he wasn't around and suspected that Zanon filled the mediator role most of the time. A role he probably didn't extend to his wife...
When it was suggested that Dion was to sit by himself, Vangelis said nothing of protest, only nodding at the boy wanted to take up the seat next to his - the seat normally occupied by his father. Vangelis and Evras were now separated only by the boy but Vangelis paid little attention to this and, instead, kept an eye on his brother.
As the family settled at the table, servants brought out the meal with grilled vegetables, roasted meats and fresh squash produced in large dishes down the middle of the table. Utensils were provided to each member of the family to grab for their own food and soon plates were laidened and mouths were set to work.
Vangelis was pleased to note that the meat was lamb - his favourite - and he cast a glance his mother who smiled demurely behind her chalice of wine. He winked at her and her smile grew larger.
As the conversation progressed, it turned out that Dion did indeed have a lot of questions for his uncle.
"What are the mines like under the city?" "Dark, mostly. You should ask your father though - we've all spent time in them. Your grandfather insisted on six months done in the mines for each of us."
"Should I learn to use a sword first or a bow?" "It doesn't matter. One will improve your strength faster, the other your accuracy. Both help you learn the other, so I recommend you learn both together. Your Uncle Silas will be able to help you with your bow work - he's almost the best of us at bow work."
Which of course launched another argument all about who was best with a bow and arrow - one that Athanasia was eager to chime in on along with her brothers.
"Who doesn't Pappous Thanasi come to the manor?"
This question caused a moment of quiet tension around the table. Dion appeared to have been on a roll with his questions and that one had clearly been bubbling in the back of his mind.
"Because he's not welcome, Dion." Yiannis piped up before anyone else could stop him.
Vangelis snapped at him on instinct.
"Shut up, Yiannis."
Instead of turning to the boy and making his answer a big deal or seeming to be a lie, Vangelis continued to eat his dinner and answered him casually so as not to raise the boys suspicions any further.
"Your grandfather is welcome here whenever he wishes to come, Dion." He told the boy after a mouthful of roasted carrots. "But I think you mother worries for his health so prefers to travel to see him instead."
"Now..." He continued, without pause, in order to let the conversation continue. "Clearly your Uncle Yiannis doesn't have the brains to teach you sword-fighting and I am clearly better than your father, so I guess you'll be starting your archery lessons first and then be learning the sword with me..."
And the arguments were off again...
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
Vangelis watched the exchange between his eldest younger brother and his wife with interest and with caution. He was not one to mess with other people's relationships - especially those that had been cemented in the vows of matrimony. He would never expect others to voice opinions on his own future relationship and he was determined to not be hypocritical until then. Yet it didn't stop him from being aware of the looks and words the two shared between them. The flicker of Evras's gaze, the coldness of Zanon's shoulder. He might not intend to interfere with whatever was happening between the two of them, but he was also no unaware.
Instead, he simply nodded politely in return to Evras's gaze and then avoided looking at either of the two of them for the rest of their discussion, instead focusing on keeping an eye on Yiannis and Silas who were always eager to stick in their two obols where they weren't needed. Normally with bite, in the case of Yiannis.
He knew his family were boisterous and argumentative - tough and rugged. But it seemed to fall to him at the eldest to ensure that such jibes and jokes never went far enough to offend or hurt. He wondered what the hell is family did when he wasn't around and suspected that Zanon filled the mediator role most of the time. A role he probably didn't extend to his wife...
When it was suggested that Dion was to sit by himself, Vangelis said nothing of protest, only nodding at the boy wanted to take up the seat next to his - the seat normally occupied by his father. Vangelis and Evras were now separated only by the boy but Vangelis paid little attention to this and, instead, kept an eye on his brother.
As the family settled at the table, servants brought out the meal with grilled vegetables, roasted meats and fresh squash produced in large dishes down the middle of the table. Utensils were provided to each member of the family to grab for their own food and soon plates were laidened and mouths were set to work.
Vangelis was pleased to note that the meat was lamb - his favourite - and he cast a glance his mother who smiled demurely behind her chalice of wine. He winked at her and her smile grew larger.
As the conversation progressed, it turned out that Dion did indeed have a lot of questions for his uncle.
"What are the mines like under the city?" "Dark, mostly. You should ask your father though - we've all spent time in them. Your grandfather insisted on six months done in the mines for each of us."
"Should I learn to use a sword first or a bow?" "It doesn't matter. One will improve your strength faster, the other your accuracy. Both help you learn the other, so I recommend you learn both together. Your Uncle Silas will be able to help you with your bow work - he's almost the best of us at bow work."
Which of course launched another argument all about who was best with a bow and arrow - one that Athanasia was eager to chime in on along with her brothers.
"Who doesn't Pappous Thanasi come to the manor?"
This question caused a moment of quiet tension around the table. Dion appeared to have been on a roll with his questions and that one had clearly been bubbling in the back of his mind.
"Because he's not welcome, Dion." Yiannis piped up before anyone else could stop him.
Vangelis snapped at him on instinct.
"Shut up, Yiannis."
Instead of turning to the boy and making his answer a big deal or seeming to be a lie, Vangelis continued to eat his dinner and answered him casually so as not to raise the boys suspicions any further.
"Your grandfather is welcome here whenever he wishes to come, Dion." He told the boy after a mouthful of roasted carrots. "But I think you mother worries for his health so prefers to travel to see him instead."
"Now..." He continued, without pause, in order to let the conversation continue. "Clearly your Uncle Yiannis doesn't have the brains to teach you sword-fighting and I am clearly better than your father, so I guess you'll be starting your archery lessons first and then be learning the sword with me..."
And the arguments were off again...
Vangelis watched the exchange between his eldest younger brother and his wife with interest and with caution. He was not one to mess with other people's relationships - especially those that had been cemented in the vows of matrimony. He would never expect others to voice opinions on his own future relationship and he was determined to not be hypocritical until then. Yet it didn't stop him from being aware of the looks and words the two shared between them. The flicker of Evras's gaze, the coldness of Zanon's shoulder. He might not intend to interfere with whatever was happening between the two of them, but he was also no unaware.
Instead, he simply nodded politely in return to Evras's gaze and then avoided looking at either of the two of them for the rest of their discussion, instead focusing on keeping an eye on Yiannis and Silas who were always eager to stick in their two obols where they weren't needed. Normally with bite, in the case of Yiannis.
He knew his family were boisterous and argumentative - tough and rugged. But it seemed to fall to him at the eldest to ensure that such jibes and jokes never went far enough to offend or hurt. He wondered what the hell is family did when he wasn't around and suspected that Zanon filled the mediator role most of the time. A role he probably didn't extend to his wife...
When it was suggested that Dion was to sit by himself, Vangelis said nothing of protest, only nodding at the boy wanted to take up the seat next to his - the seat normally occupied by his father. Vangelis and Evras were now separated only by the boy but Vangelis paid little attention to this and, instead, kept an eye on his brother.
As the family settled at the table, servants brought out the meal with grilled vegetables, roasted meats and fresh squash produced in large dishes down the middle of the table. Utensils were provided to each member of the family to grab for their own food and soon plates were laidened and mouths were set to work.
Vangelis was pleased to note that the meat was lamb - his favourite - and he cast a glance his mother who smiled demurely behind her chalice of wine. He winked at her and her smile grew larger.
As the conversation progressed, it turned out that Dion did indeed have a lot of questions for his uncle.
"What are the mines like under the city?" "Dark, mostly. You should ask your father though - we've all spent time in them. Your grandfather insisted on six months done in the mines for each of us."
"Should I learn to use a sword first or a bow?" "It doesn't matter. One will improve your strength faster, the other your accuracy. Both help you learn the other, so I recommend you learn both together. Your Uncle Silas will be able to help you with your bow work - he's almost the best of us at bow work."
Which of course launched another argument all about who was best with a bow and arrow - one that Athanasia was eager to chime in on along with her brothers.
"Who doesn't Pappous Thanasi come to the manor?"
This question caused a moment of quiet tension around the table. Dion appeared to have been on a roll with his questions and that one had clearly been bubbling in the back of his mind.
"Because he's not welcome, Dion." Yiannis piped up before anyone else could stop him.
Vangelis snapped at him on instinct.
"Shut up, Yiannis."
Instead of turning to the boy and making his answer a big deal or seeming to be a lie, Vangelis continued to eat his dinner and answered him casually so as not to raise the boys suspicions any further.
"Your grandfather is welcome here whenever he wishes to come, Dion." He told the boy after a mouthful of roasted carrots. "But I think you mother worries for his health so prefers to travel to see him instead."
"Now..." He continued, without pause, in order to let the conversation continue. "Clearly your Uncle Yiannis doesn't have the brains to teach you sword-fighting and I am clearly better than your father, so I guess you'll be starting your archery lessons first and then be learning the sword with me..."
And the arguments were off again...
Athanasia was quiet for the most part after she snipped at Yannis and greeted everyone, watching as her nephew all but pounce on his uncle without the follow through. In an attempt to lighten the mood, she smiled as she whispered very loudly to Dion, "Your uncle has a hard head. Nothing could ever bring him down." It was Asia's prayer to the gods spoken out loud since the cave in, now that the immediate danger had passed, she felt like she could voice her hopes even in a joking manner. Sending a glare at Yannis, she didn't speak as her brothers argued, but when Yannis commented on Vangelis dying next time Asia was silent no more.
"Hey!" Her voice was loud even as her mother's was louder as she shouted as well, halting any argument at all. It was these moments that had Athanasia looking smug as she stood near their mother. Queen Yanni and Athanasia butted heads often, about how a princess should act and look, and how she should be educated in all things that ladies were. Asia still admired her mother though, even as she wanted to follow her own path, wanting to one day be as strong for her own children as she was with them. Watching as her brothers got into a nudging match, Asia couldn't stop the snort as she tried to hide her laugh, earning a glare from their mother. *Ahem*
It was then that Zanon finally decided to show up as everyone started to find their seats, earning a smile from Asia just as Yannis had to make more snarling quips towards Evras about Dion even as they were directed at the boy. "Did the goddess Athena steal any wisdom or thought that you have in your head, brother? I swear you are always in a mood to fight when we should enjoy that everyone is still here, you amathés(fool)." If there was ever a moment that Yannis ever looked like he wanted to smack his sister, it was then, but she knew he would never do so. It was then that Evras stood up for her rights to her son and Asia couldn't fault her for that. With a glaring match happening between herself and her older brother, Asia almost missed what Zanon said. Her little nephew was to stay here more often, earning a beaming smile from Asia. "You hear that Dion, with you staying here more often, I could teach you just how to torment any of your uncles that you want to get back at." With a soft growl of frustration coming from across the table, Asia got just what she wanted as she watched Dion hide a giggle before turning back to Vangelis.
Asia backed off when Evras suggested that Dion go sit with Van, to ask him questions instead of sitting next to Zanon. It was times like these that Asia had a rare moment as she wondered about her own future. Would it be like Evras? Or would she have a future similar to the one her mother has? Looking over between the two women, one she respected and the other she used to respect till her brother grew to hate her, Asia's mind wandered. As she didn't pay any attention to the conversations around her, running her finger around the rim of her glass, Asia wondered if she could leave soon. Clearing her head by running through the woods, getting these thoughts of her own future to go away was something that she wanted
Dion pulled her back though, when he asked about learning a sword or a bow, instantly peeking her interest and making Asia smile. "I think you should learn the bow first. Unlike your super strong uncles, it helped me get strong." It was then that she realized that Vangelis said that Silas was almost the best. "Almost. We all know that I am the best at the bow." Taking a piece of squash right of the plate with her fingers, earning a glare from their mother, Asia ignored the sounds of protest around her as she gave a smug smile and took a bite. *You aren't the best, I am.* Yannis protested loudly, earning a shove from Silas as he disagreed. *Vangelis is right, I am the one who should train him!* After Asia finished her bite, she lowered her head as she met her brothers' eyes, a look that showed that she challenged them without hesitation. "Want to go find out? A friendly match of target practice?" Vangelis and Zanon would more than likely know that she used her bow every day since that was the way that Zanon had taught her when she was younger. With all the confidence of someone who knew that she was one of the best, Asia leaned back in her chair with all the smugness that she could muster as she looked over at her older brothers.
When Dion asked about his other grandfather, Yannis had to show his ass yet again with his comments, earning himself an olive thrown right at him. It was a nice distraction as Vangelis told him to shut up, pulling his attention away long enough so the olive would make contact as it smacked him on the nose. It was then that Asia started her coughing fit as she almost choked on the olive that she was eating as she laughed loudly, earning glares from one brother and concerned looked from everyone else. Just as Athanasia calmed down enough, red cheeks and all, she heard the comment about archery lessons and perked up. "He should be taught by the best so I can start teaching him in the morning." Laughing more as everyone else chimed in their arguments.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
Athanasia was quiet for the most part after she snipped at Yannis and greeted everyone, watching as her nephew all but pounce on his uncle without the follow through. In an attempt to lighten the mood, she smiled as she whispered very loudly to Dion, "Your uncle has a hard head. Nothing could ever bring him down." It was Asia's prayer to the gods spoken out loud since the cave in, now that the immediate danger had passed, she felt like she could voice her hopes even in a joking manner. Sending a glare at Yannis, she didn't speak as her brothers argued, but when Yannis commented on Vangelis dying next time Asia was silent no more.
"Hey!" Her voice was loud even as her mother's was louder as she shouted as well, halting any argument at all. It was these moments that had Athanasia looking smug as she stood near their mother. Queen Yanni and Athanasia butted heads often, about how a princess should act and look, and how she should be educated in all things that ladies were. Asia still admired her mother though, even as she wanted to follow her own path, wanting to one day be as strong for her own children as she was with them. Watching as her brothers got into a nudging match, Asia couldn't stop the snort as she tried to hide her laugh, earning a glare from their mother. *Ahem*
It was then that Zanon finally decided to show up as everyone started to find their seats, earning a smile from Asia just as Yannis had to make more snarling quips towards Evras about Dion even as they were directed at the boy. "Did the goddess Athena steal any wisdom or thought that you have in your head, brother? I swear you are always in a mood to fight when we should enjoy that everyone is still here, you amathés(fool)." If there was ever a moment that Yannis ever looked like he wanted to smack his sister, it was then, but she knew he would never do so. It was then that Evras stood up for her rights to her son and Asia couldn't fault her for that. With a glaring match happening between herself and her older brother, Asia almost missed what Zanon said. Her little nephew was to stay here more often, earning a beaming smile from Asia. "You hear that Dion, with you staying here more often, I could teach you just how to torment any of your uncles that you want to get back at." With a soft growl of frustration coming from across the table, Asia got just what she wanted as she watched Dion hide a giggle before turning back to Vangelis.
Asia backed off when Evras suggested that Dion go sit with Van, to ask him questions instead of sitting next to Zanon. It was times like these that Asia had a rare moment as she wondered about her own future. Would it be like Evras? Or would she have a future similar to the one her mother has? Looking over between the two women, one she respected and the other she used to respect till her brother grew to hate her, Asia's mind wandered. As she didn't pay any attention to the conversations around her, running her finger around the rim of her glass, Asia wondered if she could leave soon. Clearing her head by running through the woods, getting these thoughts of her own future to go away was something that she wanted
Dion pulled her back though, when he asked about learning a sword or a bow, instantly peeking her interest and making Asia smile. "I think you should learn the bow first. Unlike your super strong uncles, it helped me get strong." It was then that she realized that Vangelis said that Silas was almost the best. "Almost. We all know that I am the best at the bow." Taking a piece of squash right of the plate with her fingers, earning a glare from their mother, Asia ignored the sounds of protest around her as she gave a smug smile and took a bite. *You aren't the best, I am.* Yannis protested loudly, earning a shove from Silas as he disagreed. *Vangelis is right, I am the one who should train him!* After Asia finished her bite, she lowered her head as she met her brothers' eyes, a look that showed that she challenged them without hesitation. "Want to go find out? A friendly match of target practice?" Vangelis and Zanon would more than likely know that she used her bow every day since that was the way that Zanon had taught her when she was younger. With all the confidence of someone who knew that she was one of the best, Asia leaned back in her chair with all the smugness that she could muster as she looked over at her older brothers.
When Dion asked about his other grandfather, Yannis had to show his ass yet again with his comments, earning himself an olive thrown right at him. It was a nice distraction as Vangelis told him to shut up, pulling his attention away long enough so the olive would make contact as it smacked him on the nose. It was then that Asia started her coughing fit as she almost choked on the olive that she was eating as she laughed loudly, earning glares from one brother and concerned looked from everyone else. Just as Athanasia calmed down enough, red cheeks and all, she heard the comment about archery lessons and perked up. "He should be taught by the best so I can start teaching him in the morning." Laughing more as everyone else chimed in their arguments.
Athanasia was quiet for the most part after she snipped at Yannis and greeted everyone, watching as her nephew all but pounce on his uncle without the follow through. In an attempt to lighten the mood, she smiled as she whispered very loudly to Dion, "Your uncle has a hard head. Nothing could ever bring him down." It was Asia's prayer to the gods spoken out loud since the cave in, now that the immediate danger had passed, she felt like she could voice her hopes even in a joking manner. Sending a glare at Yannis, she didn't speak as her brothers argued, but when Yannis commented on Vangelis dying next time Asia was silent no more.
"Hey!" Her voice was loud even as her mother's was louder as she shouted as well, halting any argument at all. It was these moments that had Athanasia looking smug as she stood near their mother. Queen Yanni and Athanasia butted heads often, about how a princess should act and look, and how she should be educated in all things that ladies were. Asia still admired her mother though, even as she wanted to follow her own path, wanting to one day be as strong for her own children as she was with them. Watching as her brothers got into a nudging match, Asia couldn't stop the snort as she tried to hide her laugh, earning a glare from their mother. *Ahem*
It was then that Zanon finally decided to show up as everyone started to find their seats, earning a smile from Asia just as Yannis had to make more snarling quips towards Evras about Dion even as they were directed at the boy. "Did the goddess Athena steal any wisdom or thought that you have in your head, brother? I swear you are always in a mood to fight when we should enjoy that everyone is still here, you amathés(fool)." If there was ever a moment that Yannis ever looked like he wanted to smack his sister, it was then, but she knew he would never do so. It was then that Evras stood up for her rights to her son and Asia couldn't fault her for that. With a glaring match happening between herself and her older brother, Asia almost missed what Zanon said. Her little nephew was to stay here more often, earning a beaming smile from Asia. "You hear that Dion, with you staying here more often, I could teach you just how to torment any of your uncles that you want to get back at." With a soft growl of frustration coming from across the table, Asia got just what she wanted as she watched Dion hide a giggle before turning back to Vangelis.
Asia backed off when Evras suggested that Dion go sit with Van, to ask him questions instead of sitting next to Zanon. It was times like these that Asia had a rare moment as she wondered about her own future. Would it be like Evras? Or would she have a future similar to the one her mother has? Looking over between the two women, one she respected and the other she used to respect till her brother grew to hate her, Asia's mind wandered. As she didn't pay any attention to the conversations around her, running her finger around the rim of her glass, Asia wondered if she could leave soon. Clearing her head by running through the woods, getting these thoughts of her own future to go away was something that she wanted
Dion pulled her back though, when he asked about learning a sword or a bow, instantly peeking her interest and making Asia smile. "I think you should learn the bow first. Unlike your super strong uncles, it helped me get strong." It was then that she realized that Vangelis said that Silas was almost the best. "Almost. We all know that I am the best at the bow." Taking a piece of squash right of the plate with her fingers, earning a glare from their mother, Asia ignored the sounds of protest around her as she gave a smug smile and took a bite. *You aren't the best, I am.* Yannis protested loudly, earning a shove from Silas as he disagreed. *Vangelis is right, I am the one who should train him!* After Asia finished her bite, she lowered her head as she met her brothers' eyes, a look that showed that she challenged them without hesitation. "Want to go find out? A friendly match of target practice?" Vangelis and Zanon would more than likely know that she used her bow every day since that was the way that Zanon had taught her when she was younger. With all the confidence of someone who knew that she was one of the best, Asia leaned back in her chair with all the smugness that she could muster as she looked over at her older brothers.
When Dion asked about his other grandfather, Yannis had to show his ass yet again with his comments, earning himself an olive thrown right at him. It was a nice distraction as Vangelis told him to shut up, pulling his attention away long enough so the olive would make contact as it smacked him on the nose. It was then that Asia started her coughing fit as she almost choked on the olive that she was eating as she laughed loudly, earning glares from one brother and concerned looked from everyone else. Just as Athanasia calmed down enough, red cheeks and all, she heard the comment about archery lessons and perked up. "He should be taught by the best so I can start teaching him in the morning." Laughing more as everyone else chimed in their arguments.
Zanon said nothing as his wife steered Dion away from his intended seat, keeping his mouth shut and his gaze away. There was no point in starting anything with his family present, they would all only bicker and take sides and nothing good would come of any of it. With all of them in the room it was best to lay low and let the conversation steer away from his wife, son, and any marital disputes that might now be perceptible. The way Vangelis looked at him it was obvious the eldest of the Kotas sons knew something was amiss, but no doubt he would be too polite to say anything much. He'd been meaning to have a talk with his brother about recent events as it was, perhaps this would be a topic to broach.
For the most part the meal went smoothly, he remained silent and listened to the chatter between his siblings as they fought over who would teach Dion which skill, interrupting only after they discussed which of them was best at the bow. If he'd learned anything from his injury and having to learn how to alter his fighting style around it, it was the fact that his skill with a bow was the one thing that he had always been able to count on. Speaking up as he too a sip of wine, Zanon smiled to his son.
"I believe if any of us is best with bow it would be me. After all, for the past few years it has been the only way I have been able to contribute much in battle. They all still have two good legs that don't twinge so they can do far more. We can begin that in the morning."
The slight was meant for Evras, the woman he still blamed, whether rationally or no, for the injury that had very nearly crippled him those many years ago. With the slightest change in the pressure of the air the muscles and scar tissue of his right thigh ached and he walked with a limp for days. All because of her. All because he hadn't been able to focus on anything but her, had worn himself out before the battles had even begun on her.
He nearly snorted into his goblet of wine at Yiannis' reply to the question of why the Thanasi overlord didn't visit the royal family, but he said nothing. Vangelis was far more tactful and far less bitter about it anyway.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
Zanon said nothing as his wife steered Dion away from his intended seat, keeping his mouth shut and his gaze away. There was no point in starting anything with his family present, they would all only bicker and take sides and nothing good would come of any of it. With all of them in the room it was best to lay low and let the conversation steer away from his wife, son, and any marital disputes that might now be perceptible. The way Vangelis looked at him it was obvious the eldest of the Kotas sons knew something was amiss, but no doubt he would be too polite to say anything much. He'd been meaning to have a talk with his brother about recent events as it was, perhaps this would be a topic to broach.
For the most part the meal went smoothly, he remained silent and listened to the chatter between his siblings as they fought over who would teach Dion which skill, interrupting only after they discussed which of them was best at the bow. If he'd learned anything from his injury and having to learn how to alter his fighting style around it, it was the fact that his skill with a bow was the one thing that he had always been able to count on. Speaking up as he too a sip of wine, Zanon smiled to his son.
"I believe if any of us is best with bow it would be me. After all, for the past few years it has been the only way I have been able to contribute much in battle. They all still have two good legs that don't twinge so they can do far more. We can begin that in the morning."
The slight was meant for Evras, the woman he still blamed, whether rationally or no, for the injury that had very nearly crippled him those many years ago. With the slightest change in the pressure of the air the muscles and scar tissue of his right thigh ached and he walked with a limp for days. All because of her. All because he hadn't been able to focus on anything but her, had worn himself out before the battles had even begun on her.
He nearly snorted into his goblet of wine at Yiannis' reply to the question of why the Thanasi overlord didn't visit the royal family, but he said nothing. Vangelis was far more tactful and far less bitter about it anyway.
Zanon said nothing as his wife steered Dion away from his intended seat, keeping his mouth shut and his gaze away. There was no point in starting anything with his family present, they would all only bicker and take sides and nothing good would come of any of it. With all of them in the room it was best to lay low and let the conversation steer away from his wife, son, and any marital disputes that might now be perceptible. The way Vangelis looked at him it was obvious the eldest of the Kotas sons knew something was amiss, but no doubt he would be too polite to say anything much. He'd been meaning to have a talk with his brother about recent events as it was, perhaps this would be a topic to broach.
For the most part the meal went smoothly, he remained silent and listened to the chatter between his siblings as they fought over who would teach Dion which skill, interrupting only after they discussed which of them was best at the bow. If he'd learned anything from his injury and having to learn how to alter his fighting style around it, it was the fact that his skill with a bow was the one thing that he had always been able to count on. Speaking up as he too a sip of wine, Zanon smiled to his son.
"I believe if any of us is best with bow it would be me. After all, for the past few years it has been the only way I have been able to contribute much in battle. They all still have two good legs that don't twinge so they can do far more. We can begin that in the morning."
The slight was meant for Evras, the woman he still blamed, whether rationally or no, for the injury that had very nearly crippled him those many years ago. With the slightest change in the pressure of the air the muscles and scar tissue of his right thigh ached and he walked with a limp for days. All because of her. All because he hadn't been able to focus on anything but her, had worn himself out before the battles had even begun on her.
He nearly snorted into his goblet of wine at Yiannis' reply to the question of why the Thanasi overlord didn't visit the royal family, but he said nothing. Vangelis was far more tactful and far less bitter about it anyway.
The squabbling between siblings was not a new matter - it happened regularly, and after so many years residing with them, Evras knew that their relationship would survive a mealtime squabble. Back when she still had Zanon in her corner, the fair skinned Thanasi would join with a quip or two, usually to back Athanasia or her own husband up. Occasionally she'd tease Silas, for they were the three siblings she was more comfortable with, and when she knew Zanon had her back, even despite the King and Queen's misgivings about their marriage, her husband would at least not let anything happen to her.
Now, she had to defend herself against everyone.
Which was why Evras now mostly kept silent at family dinners such as these, focusing on her food. Using her utensils, her apetite had fled the moment Yiannis had started on his veiled quips to her. It was not a hidden secret that her family wasn't exactly welcome here - her relationship with Zanon had always been akin to star crossed lovers, what with the dislike between the Kotas and Thanasi family.
Mihail had always called her stupid for believing things would work out. She was beginning to believe her younger brother.
To her surprise however, the crown prince actually reprimanded Yiannis, something that made Evras pause in her actions of spearing some roasted potatoes to look up, her surprise glimmering in the blue-green irises. For a brief second, Evras blinked at Vangelis, and then ducked her head again. But a grateful smile now lingered on her lips as she popped the root vegetable in her waiting mouth, smiling when Dion obviously looked overjoyed at the attention he was receiving. He was growing up. Evras was beginning to understand that.
Looking up when her husband spoke, a flash of hurt and confusion that had been lingering ever since he had gotten his injury resurfaced. When he had returned, Evras had been worried out of her mind and tended to Zanon as he healed. Yet for the first time in years, he had pushed her away and up till today, Evras could not and did not figure out why he acted the way he did, with the bitter tone whenever he spoke or referred to her. It drove a knife in her chest each time, but he did not speak to her of the reason, and Evras doubted he would tell even if she asked.
"I want to learn from everyone! The more teachers I get, the more skills i'll learn, and one day I'll be the best!" Dion claimed in excitement, his personable attitude showing up, and causing Evras to smile in his direction. Watching him glitter and flourish when given the chance to be like all the uncles he looked up to so much, a part of Evras admitted to herself that it was time to let him go, a pang of nostalgia surfacing as she returned her attention to her food again. Once the meal was over, she'd leave her son to his uncles and let them discuss.
She had no place in this family. Not now, anyway. Not anymore.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
The squabbling between siblings was not a new matter - it happened regularly, and after so many years residing with them, Evras knew that their relationship would survive a mealtime squabble. Back when she still had Zanon in her corner, the fair skinned Thanasi would join with a quip or two, usually to back Athanasia or her own husband up. Occasionally she'd tease Silas, for they were the three siblings she was more comfortable with, and when she knew Zanon had her back, even despite the King and Queen's misgivings about their marriage, her husband would at least not let anything happen to her.
Now, she had to defend herself against everyone.
Which was why Evras now mostly kept silent at family dinners such as these, focusing on her food. Using her utensils, her apetite had fled the moment Yiannis had started on his veiled quips to her. It was not a hidden secret that her family wasn't exactly welcome here - her relationship with Zanon had always been akin to star crossed lovers, what with the dislike between the Kotas and Thanasi family.
Mihail had always called her stupid for believing things would work out. She was beginning to believe her younger brother.
To her surprise however, the crown prince actually reprimanded Yiannis, something that made Evras pause in her actions of spearing some roasted potatoes to look up, her surprise glimmering in the blue-green irises. For a brief second, Evras blinked at Vangelis, and then ducked her head again. But a grateful smile now lingered on her lips as she popped the root vegetable in her waiting mouth, smiling when Dion obviously looked overjoyed at the attention he was receiving. He was growing up. Evras was beginning to understand that.
Looking up when her husband spoke, a flash of hurt and confusion that had been lingering ever since he had gotten his injury resurfaced. When he had returned, Evras had been worried out of her mind and tended to Zanon as he healed. Yet for the first time in years, he had pushed her away and up till today, Evras could not and did not figure out why he acted the way he did, with the bitter tone whenever he spoke or referred to her. It drove a knife in her chest each time, but he did not speak to her of the reason, and Evras doubted he would tell even if she asked.
"I want to learn from everyone! The more teachers I get, the more skills i'll learn, and one day I'll be the best!" Dion claimed in excitement, his personable attitude showing up, and causing Evras to smile in his direction. Watching him glitter and flourish when given the chance to be like all the uncles he looked up to so much, a part of Evras admitted to herself that it was time to let him go, a pang of nostalgia surfacing as she returned her attention to her food again. Once the meal was over, she'd leave her son to his uncles and let them discuss.
She had no place in this family. Not now, anyway. Not anymore.
The squabbling between siblings was not a new matter - it happened regularly, and after so many years residing with them, Evras knew that their relationship would survive a mealtime squabble. Back when she still had Zanon in her corner, the fair skinned Thanasi would join with a quip or two, usually to back Athanasia or her own husband up. Occasionally she'd tease Silas, for they were the three siblings she was more comfortable with, and when she knew Zanon had her back, even despite the King and Queen's misgivings about their marriage, her husband would at least not let anything happen to her.
Now, she had to defend herself against everyone.
Which was why Evras now mostly kept silent at family dinners such as these, focusing on her food. Using her utensils, her apetite had fled the moment Yiannis had started on his veiled quips to her. It was not a hidden secret that her family wasn't exactly welcome here - her relationship with Zanon had always been akin to star crossed lovers, what with the dislike between the Kotas and Thanasi family.
Mihail had always called her stupid for believing things would work out. She was beginning to believe her younger brother.
To her surprise however, the crown prince actually reprimanded Yiannis, something that made Evras pause in her actions of spearing some roasted potatoes to look up, her surprise glimmering in the blue-green irises. For a brief second, Evras blinked at Vangelis, and then ducked her head again. But a grateful smile now lingered on her lips as she popped the root vegetable in her waiting mouth, smiling when Dion obviously looked overjoyed at the attention he was receiving. He was growing up. Evras was beginning to understand that.
Looking up when her husband spoke, a flash of hurt and confusion that had been lingering ever since he had gotten his injury resurfaced. When he had returned, Evras had been worried out of her mind and tended to Zanon as he healed. Yet for the first time in years, he had pushed her away and up till today, Evras could not and did not figure out why he acted the way he did, with the bitter tone whenever he spoke or referred to her. It drove a knife in her chest each time, but he did not speak to her of the reason, and Evras doubted he would tell even if she asked.
"I want to learn from everyone! The more teachers I get, the more skills i'll learn, and one day I'll be the best!" Dion claimed in excitement, his personable attitude showing up, and causing Evras to smile in his direction. Watching him glitter and flourish when given the chance to be like all the uncles he looked up to so much, a part of Evras admitted to herself that it was time to let him go, a pang of nostalgia surfacing as she returned her attention to her food again. Once the meal was over, she'd leave her son to his uncles and let them discuss.
She had no place in this family. Not now, anyway. Not anymore.
Vangelis nodded as Dion spoke up about learning from everyone and gave one of his customary half smiles.
"That's very wise of you, Dion." He told the boy. "Learn all of your uncle's - and aunt's -" He added with a look and smile at Asia as he included her, "- techniques. And then all their mistakes. And make sure you don't make any of them. You'll be the best of all of us"
He grinned at Silas took the bait and demanded -
"What about your mistakes big brother?"
Vangelis grinned and showed teeth in a taunting expression.
"I don't make mistakes."
And up went the noise levels again as everyone started to argue that they themselves were perfect in their skills while pointing out the flaws in the world of everyone else. Vangelis stayed out of the spirited debate, as he often did, allowing his younger siblings to fight over the snack he'd thrown out and instead, watching Dion as he grinned and his eyes flickered between each of his relatives, taking in the confidence, strength and determination of each one. He hoped the boy learnt such courage and spirit from them all.
As he was watching Dion, he noticed that the boy's mother was doing the same and it was coincidence that Vangelis and Evras looked up at the same time, over the boy's head. He gave an almost imperceptible nod towards her and that half smile of his appeared again.
Vangelis felt uncertain.
The woman was clearly upset and feeling out of place at the Kotas family table and yet Vangelis could do little to assuage her fears without it seeming as if he were sticking his nose into his brother's marriage - something he seriously didn't want to do - had never wanted to do.
At least the boy was a connection they both shared that he could speak to her regarding without it being considered interference. And so, he did.
While the others debated he kept his voice low and met her gaze.
"Dion will be fine." Vangelis told her, knowing a woman's concern for their child from the way his mother had always been when he and his four siblings had gone off to train. "The training will make him able to defend and protect himself." He added. "It's not about giving him a sword... it's about giving him a shield." He encouraged, that half smile making another reappearance.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
Vangelis nodded as Dion spoke up about learning from everyone and gave one of his customary half smiles.
"That's very wise of you, Dion." He told the boy. "Learn all of your uncle's - and aunt's -" He added with a look and smile at Asia as he included her, "- techniques. And then all their mistakes. And make sure you don't make any of them. You'll be the best of all of us"
He grinned at Silas took the bait and demanded -
"What about your mistakes big brother?"
Vangelis grinned and showed teeth in a taunting expression.
"I don't make mistakes."
And up went the noise levels again as everyone started to argue that they themselves were perfect in their skills while pointing out the flaws in the world of everyone else. Vangelis stayed out of the spirited debate, as he often did, allowing his younger siblings to fight over the snack he'd thrown out and instead, watching Dion as he grinned and his eyes flickered between each of his relatives, taking in the confidence, strength and determination of each one. He hoped the boy learnt such courage and spirit from them all.
As he was watching Dion, he noticed that the boy's mother was doing the same and it was coincidence that Vangelis and Evras looked up at the same time, over the boy's head. He gave an almost imperceptible nod towards her and that half smile of his appeared again.
Vangelis felt uncertain.
The woman was clearly upset and feeling out of place at the Kotas family table and yet Vangelis could do little to assuage her fears without it seeming as if he were sticking his nose into his brother's marriage - something he seriously didn't want to do - had never wanted to do.
At least the boy was a connection they both shared that he could speak to her regarding without it being considered interference. And so, he did.
While the others debated he kept his voice low and met her gaze.
"Dion will be fine." Vangelis told her, knowing a woman's concern for their child from the way his mother had always been when he and his four siblings had gone off to train. "The training will make him able to defend and protect himself." He added. "It's not about giving him a sword... it's about giving him a shield." He encouraged, that half smile making another reappearance.
Vangelis nodded as Dion spoke up about learning from everyone and gave one of his customary half smiles.
"That's very wise of you, Dion." He told the boy. "Learn all of your uncle's - and aunt's -" He added with a look and smile at Asia as he included her, "- techniques. And then all their mistakes. And make sure you don't make any of them. You'll be the best of all of us"
He grinned at Silas took the bait and demanded -
"What about your mistakes big brother?"
Vangelis grinned and showed teeth in a taunting expression.
"I don't make mistakes."
And up went the noise levels again as everyone started to argue that they themselves were perfect in their skills while pointing out the flaws in the world of everyone else. Vangelis stayed out of the spirited debate, as he often did, allowing his younger siblings to fight over the snack he'd thrown out and instead, watching Dion as he grinned and his eyes flickered between each of his relatives, taking in the confidence, strength and determination of each one. He hoped the boy learnt such courage and spirit from them all.
As he was watching Dion, he noticed that the boy's mother was doing the same and it was coincidence that Vangelis and Evras looked up at the same time, over the boy's head. He gave an almost imperceptible nod towards her and that half smile of his appeared again.
Vangelis felt uncertain.
The woman was clearly upset and feeling out of place at the Kotas family table and yet Vangelis could do little to assuage her fears without it seeming as if he were sticking his nose into his brother's marriage - something he seriously didn't want to do - had never wanted to do.
At least the boy was a connection they both shared that he could speak to her regarding without it being considered interference. And so, he did.
While the others debated he kept his voice low and met her gaze.
"Dion will be fine." Vangelis told her, knowing a woman's concern for their child from the way his mother had always been when he and his four siblings had gone off to train. "The training will make him able to defend and protect himself." He added. "It's not about giving him a sword... it's about giving him a shield." He encouraged, that half smile making another reappearance.
The way her son beamed made her chest swell, and Evras was slowly being forced to admit that Dion was growing up, much as she hated it. It went against her grain to see her son in a fight - she had watched him grow up slowly anyhow. As much as she'd want to keep him to herself, logic dictated that he needed to learn. And so Evras kept silent as Vangelis spoke to the boy, and hid a small smile when they began arguing again. The smile was a rare sight, but for once as she watched her son being pampered by his uncles, aunt and grandparents... Evras knew that no matter how they saw her, her son would be well protected by them.
That was all she wanted, really.
The low voice that addressed her surprised her however. With the scarce visits by Vangelis back home, and his reputation preceding him, Evras had always regarded her brother in law with a healthy amount of respect and fear in equal measures. But the fear of his reputation also meant that she rarely exchanged words in private with him, even if she knew he did his best to protect his family, like all the Kotas men were trained to.
His words were kindly and Evras found herself strangely coforted by it. They made sense, for Evras knew she couldn't always be around to protect her son. Dion had to grow up knowing how to defend himself, and she could think of no better people then his own uncles. They would ensure he did not harm himself, or make himself an easy target.
Her silence lasted for a moment, and then a slower, more relaxed smile spread across her lips, and she turned to flash that grateful smile at Vangelis, blue-green eyes showing something other then sorrow for once, sorrow that had been almost permanent in her gaze ever since her husband's actions had begun three years or so ago. "I understand. Thank you, Prince Vangelis." she murmured, letting her gaze flicker to Dion who was chattering animatedly with his other uncles, and then back to Vangelis. "And I trust him in no better hands."
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
This character is currently a work in progress.
Check out their information page here.
Badges
Deleted
Deleted
The way her son beamed made her chest swell, and Evras was slowly being forced to admit that Dion was growing up, much as she hated it. It went against her grain to see her son in a fight - she had watched him grow up slowly anyhow. As much as she'd want to keep him to herself, logic dictated that he needed to learn. And so Evras kept silent as Vangelis spoke to the boy, and hid a small smile when they began arguing again. The smile was a rare sight, but for once as she watched her son being pampered by his uncles, aunt and grandparents... Evras knew that no matter how they saw her, her son would be well protected by them.
That was all she wanted, really.
The low voice that addressed her surprised her however. With the scarce visits by Vangelis back home, and his reputation preceding him, Evras had always regarded her brother in law with a healthy amount of respect and fear in equal measures. But the fear of his reputation also meant that she rarely exchanged words in private with him, even if she knew he did his best to protect his family, like all the Kotas men were trained to.
His words were kindly and Evras found herself strangely coforted by it. They made sense, for Evras knew she couldn't always be around to protect her son. Dion had to grow up knowing how to defend himself, and she could think of no better people then his own uncles. They would ensure he did not harm himself, or make himself an easy target.
Her silence lasted for a moment, and then a slower, more relaxed smile spread across her lips, and she turned to flash that grateful smile at Vangelis, blue-green eyes showing something other then sorrow for once, sorrow that had been almost permanent in her gaze ever since her husband's actions had begun three years or so ago. "I understand. Thank you, Prince Vangelis." she murmured, letting her gaze flicker to Dion who was chattering animatedly with his other uncles, and then back to Vangelis. "And I trust him in no better hands."
The way her son beamed made her chest swell, and Evras was slowly being forced to admit that Dion was growing up, much as she hated it. It went against her grain to see her son in a fight - she had watched him grow up slowly anyhow. As much as she'd want to keep him to herself, logic dictated that he needed to learn. And so Evras kept silent as Vangelis spoke to the boy, and hid a small smile when they began arguing again. The smile was a rare sight, but for once as she watched her son being pampered by his uncles, aunt and grandparents... Evras knew that no matter how they saw her, her son would be well protected by them.
That was all she wanted, really.
The low voice that addressed her surprised her however. With the scarce visits by Vangelis back home, and his reputation preceding him, Evras had always regarded her brother in law with a healthy amount of respect and fear in equal measures. But the fear of his reputation also meant that she rarely exchanged words in private with him, even if she knew he did his best to protect his family, like all the Kotas men were trained to.
His words were kindly and Evras found herself strangely coforted by it. They made sense, for Evras knew she couldn't always be around to protect her son. Dion had to grow up knowing how to defend himself, and she could think of no better people then his own uncles. They would ensure he did not harm himself, or make himself an easy target.
Her silence lasted for a moment, and then a slower, more relaxed smile spread across her lips, and she turned to flash that grateful smile at Vangelis, blue-green eyes showing something other then sorrow for once, sorrow that had been almost permanent in her gaze ever since her husband's actions had begun three years or so ago. "I understand. Thank you, Prince Vangelis." she murmured, letting her gaze flicker to Dion who was chattering animatedly with his other uncles, and then back to Vangelis. "And I trust him in no better hands."
