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Despite freshly off a boat, Magnus had been on his feet ever since. After arriving, he had headed straight for the Dikasitirio, only to realize that far more had happened in Colchis that rivalled Taengea's dead king, and now Magnus was beginning to realize he had far more things to do now then ever before. The man could more or less watch his plans for a quick discussion with Iolanthe before heading to look for the manor of Valaoritis go up in flames as he finished his meeting with Vangelis and the Taengean royals, before moving on to discuss and speak with King Tython himself.
Emerging from the Kotas manor well past midnight, the man couldn't even head home yet, as his way back was waylaid by many of his informants who kept him up to date on most that was happening, from what happened in the nobility (of which he knew most of them already due to his meeting with the royal family members), down to which family in MIdas had just purchased new furniture for their living room.
Having to stop every few streets to speak to people, by the time Magnus wearily walked in to the front entrance of his home, where - as expected - silence reigned.
Numbly toeing off his boots, Magnus had to lean against the wall as he ran a hand through his longer-then-usual hair. It was past time to get a cut, but when was he supposed to find the time? Stretching his toes a little after being cramped for far too long in a pair of shoes that were comfortable for most, but not the best for long term wear, Magnus winced when a board creaked as he took a step forward, before pausing to wait for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. While he knew the house well enough to navigate, the dark meant he'd probably make a few more extra thuds and bumps then usual, and Magnus did not wish to wake neither his parents nor his sister in their rooms in the dead of the night.
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Despite freshly off a boat, Magnus had been on his feet ever since. After arriving, he had headed straight for the Dikasitirio, only to realize that far more had happened in Colchis that rivalled Taengea's dead king, and now Magnus was beginning to realize he had far more things to do now then ever before. The man could more or less watch his plans for a quick discussion with Iolanthe before heading to look for the manor of Valaoritis go up in flames as he finished his meeting with Vangelis and the Taengean royals, before moving on to discuss and speak with King Tython himself.
Emerging from the Kotas manor well past midnight, the man couldn't even head home yet, as his way back was waylaid by many of his informants who kept him up to date on most that was happening, from what happened in the nobility (of which he knew most of them already due to his meeting with the royal family members), down to which family in MIdas had just purchased new furniture for their living room.
Having to stop every few streets to speak to people, by the time Magnus wearily walked in to the front entrance of his home, where - as expected - silence reigned.
Numbly toeing off his boots, Magnus had to lean against the wall as he ran a hand through his longer-then-usual hair. It was past time to get a cut, but when was he supposed to find the time? Stretching his toes a little after being cramped for far too long in a pair of shoes that were comfortable for most, but not the best for long term wear, Magnus winced when a board creaked as he took a step forward, before pausing to wait for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. While he knew the house well enough to navigate, the dark meant he'd probably make a few more extra thuds and bumps then usual, and Magnus did not wish to wake neither his parents nor his sister in their rooms in the dead of the night.
Despite freshly off a boat, Magnus had been on his feet ever since. After arriving, he had headed straight for the Dikasitirio, only to realize that far more had happened in Colchis that rivalled Taengea's dead king, and now Magnus was beginning to realize he had far more things to do now then ever before. The man could more or less watch his plans for a quick discussion with Iolanthe before heading to look for the manor of Valaoritis go up in flames as he finished his meeting with Vangelis and the Taengean royals, before moving on to discuss and speak with King Tython himself.
Emerging from the Kotas manor well past midnight, the man couldn't even head home yet, as his way back was waylaid by many of his informants who kept him up to date on most that was happening, from what happened in the nobility (of which he knew most of them already due to his meeting with the royal family members), down to which family in MIdas had just purchased new furniture for their living room.
Having to stop every few streets to speak to people, by the time Magnus wearily walked in to the front entrance of his home, where - as expected - silence reigned.
Numbly toeing off his boots, Magnus had to lean against the wall as he ran a hand through his longer-then-usual hair. It was past time to get a cut, but when was he supposed to find the time? Stretching his toes a little after being cramped for far too long in a pair of shoes that were comfortable for most, but not the best for long term wear, Magnus winced when a board creaked as he took a step forward, before pausing to wait for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. While he knew the house well enough to navigate, the dark meant he'd probably make a few more extra thuds and bumps then usual, and Magnus did not wish to wake neither his parents nor his sister in their rooms in the dead of the night.
Once Leto had been returned home by Lady Iolanthe, her anxieties had almost all but settled. That was, until she began to relay the entirety of the story to her parents. With each phrase, she found the reality of the words fanning the flames of her nervousness until she was nearly shuddering in anxiousness again.
Her mother coaxed her into warm bath, which did in fact help, but even as she dressed into her nightwear and was settled into her room, Leto could not manage to find sleep.
Too many 'what ifs' plagued her mind. What if it had not been the returned King but instead the barbarians who they believed had killed him? What if now-Crown Prince Vangelis had died of poisoning in front of her? What if everyone in the room had been poisoned in some grand scheme?
There were so many scenarios.
This world of nobility was something that was far outside of what she ever expected it to be. It was not just cordial conversations and nice dresses and jewelry. There were stakes that were far beyond her understanding and on this particular night, she found herself particularly out of her depths.
Despite the servants in the house having helped ready her for bed, warming the room and setting a few things to eat at her bedside, Leto kept several lamps on in her room.
To occupy her mind, she unfurled the star map that had been given to her by Lord Silanos, thinking it would take her mind off things to mentally match the marked skyscape with the tales she knew so well. Yet, it did not work so well. Each story on the sky map reminded her of something about that night - Perseus with his sword was Maleos, the crown was the King Typhon risen from the dead, the ram Aries reminded her of the meal that had been laid out on the plate before the Crown Prince, laced with poison.
Trying to shake each thought she still traced her finger over the map but nearly jumped from her bed as she heard the sound of movement in the night. Her parents were known for sleeping all the way through the night, soundly as ever in their retirement.
Her heart paced a moment and she took a careful moment to roll the star map again and set it aside before she picked up a lamp with both hands to keep it from shaking.
As if responding to the sound, her door creaked open, overly loud in a way that had her grimacing and biting at her lip. Peeking her head through the door, her hair cascading down as she peered into the darkness to see the familiar form of her brother on the stairs.
"Magnus?" she asked, though she knew it was him. The uncertainty of the day lingered into her words.
The knots in her stomach seemed to unwind slightly, but then were replaced with feelings of relief and tension in turn as she saw him. They had not had the chance to speak at the Dikastirio as he set to work in the room filled with chaos.
"....welcome home," she offered, feebly, trying to offer a slight laugh that did not have much actual heart or humor behind it. In truth, she felt the relief of seeing him home and safe coupled with the stress of the evening as a threat of prickling emotion int he corners of her eyes, which she tried to blink away quickly.
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Once Leto had been returned home by Lady Iolanthe, her anxieties had almost all but settled. That was, until she began to relay the entirety of the story to her parents. With each phrase, she found the reality of the words fanning the flames of her nervousness until she was nearly shuddering in anxiousness again.
Her mother coaxed her into warm bath, which did in fact help, but even as she dressed into her nightwear and was settled into her room, Leto could not manage to find sleep.
Too many 'what ifs' plagued her mind. What if it had not been the returned King but instead the barbarians who they believed had killed him? What if now-Crown Prince Vangelis had died of poisoning in front of her? What if everyone in the room had been poisoned in some grand scheme?
There were so many scenarios.
This world of nobility was something that was far outside of what she ever expected it to be. It was not just cordial conversations and nice dresses and jewelry. There were stakes that were far beyond her understanding and on this particular night, she found herself particularly out of her depths.
Despite the servants in the house having helped ready her for bed, warming the room and setting a few things to eat at her bedside, Leto kept several lamps on in her room.
To occupy her mind, she unfurled the star map that had been given to her by Lord Silanos, thinking it would take her mind off things to mentally match the marked skyscape with the tales she knew so well. Yet, it did not work so well. Each story on the sky map reminded her of something about that night - Perseus with his sword was Maleos, the crown was the King Typhon risen from the dead, the ram Aries reminded her of the meal that had been laid out on the plate before the Crown Prince, laced with poison.
Trying to shake each thought she still traced her finger over the map but nearly jumped from her bed as she heard the sound of movement in the night. Her parents were known for sleeping all the way through the night, soundly as ever in their retirement.
Her heart paced a moment and she took a careful moment to roll the star map again and set it aside before she picked up a lamp with both hands to keep it from shaking.
As if responding to the sound, her door creaked open, overly loud in a way that had her grimacing and biting at her lip. Peeking her head through the door, her hair cascading down as she peered into the darkness to see the familiar form of her brother on the stairs.
"Magnus?" she asked, though she knew it was him. The uncertainty of the day lingered into her words.
The knots in her stomach seemed to unwind slightly, but then were replaced with feelings of relief and tension in turn as she saw him. They had not had the chance to speak at the Dikastirio as he set to work in the room filled with chaos.
"....welcome home," she offered, feebly, trying to offer a slight laugh that did not have much actual heart or humor behind it. In truth, she felt the relief of seeing him home and safe coupled with the stress of the evening as a threat of prickling emotion int he corners of her eyes, which she tried to blink away quickly.
Once Leto had been returned home by Lady Iolanthe, her anxieties had almost all but settled. That was, until she began to relay the entirety of the story to her parents. With each phrase, she found the reality of the words fanning the flames of her nervousness until she was nearly shuddering in anxiousness again.
Her mother coaxed her into warm bath, which did in fact help, but even as she dressed into her nightwear and was settled into her room, Leto could not manage to find sleep.
Too many 'what ifs' plagued her mind. What if it had not been the returned King but instead the barbarians who they believed had killed him? What if now-Crown Prince Vangelis had died of poisoning in front of her? What if everyone in the room had been poisoned in some grand scheme?
There were so many scenarios.
This world of nobility was something that was far outside of what she ever expected it to be. It was not just cordial conversations and nice dresses and jewelry. There were stakes that were far beyond her understanding and on this particular night, she found herself particularly out of her depths.
Despite the servants in the house having helped ready her for bed, warming the room and setting a few things to eat at her bedside, Leto kept several lamps on in her room.
To occupy her mind, she unfurled the star map that had been given to her by Lord Silanos, thinking it would take her mind off things to mentally match the marked skyscape with the tales she knew so well. Yet, it did not work so well. Each story on the sky map reminded her of something about that night - Perseus with his sword was Maleos, the crown was the King Typhon risen from the dead, the ram Aries reminded her of the meal that had been laid out on the plate before the Crown Prince, laced with poison.
Trying to shake each thought she still traced her finger over the map but nearly jumped from her bed as she heard the sound of movement in the night. Her parents were known for sleeping all the way through the night, soundly as ever in their retirement.
Her heart paced a moment and she took a careful moment to roll the star map again and set it aside before she picked up a lamp with both hands to keep it from shaking.
As if responding to the sound, her door creaked open, overly loud in a way that had her grimacing and biting at her lip. Peeking her head through the door, her hair cascading down as she peered into the darkness to see the familiar form of her brother on the stairs.
"Magnus?" she asked, though she knew it was him. The uncertainty of the day lingered into her words.
The knots in her stomach seemed to unwind slightly, but then were replaced with feelings of relief and tension in turn as she saw him. They had not had the chance to speak at the Dikastirio as he set to work in the room filled with chaos.
"....welcome home," she offered, feebly, trying to offer a slight laugh that did not have much actual heart or humor behind it. In truth, she felt the relief of seeing him home and safe coupled with the stress of the evening as a threat of prickling emotion int he corners of her eyes, which she tried to blink away quickly.
The man had not been expecting anyone up at this forsaken hour of the night. He was used to returning home late, or even working at all odd hours of the night afterall, so it did not take long for Magnus's eyes to eventally adjust that he could make up the shapes and shadows of the household objects enough to avoid knocking into them.
Picking his way across the hall and taking care to avoid the various display tables that held decorative pieces far too expensive to be broken, and mostly gifts from the people he's assisted in their lives, he was just halfway up the stairwell when the creak of a door startled him, making him miss a step and almost fall had his hand not caught the bannister quick enough.
As a Master Informer, of course this display would be in poor form to his usual quickness, and let it be said here that it was simply a one-off incidence. Stemming from lack of sleep, the exhaustion of a weeklong voyage and his brain tired from running scenario's and thinking of alternatives, Magnus was simply in no shape to be sharp of mind right now, which was why when Leto called out to him, he simply glanced up at her from his position hanging off the stairwell bannister, surprised etched on his face before it melted into a smile at the sight of his sister and her welcome home.
"Leto." He murmured, the name familiar on his tongue. Aside from his parents, his sister was that one constant in his life, and one of the reasons he worked as hard as he did.
Picking himself off the ground, the man was quick to dust the knees which had brushed against the edges of the staircase, before making his way up the last few flights of stairs to stand in front of Leto. The darkness and dim lighting in the hallway of their family's top floor meant Magnus could barely make out the features of his sister's face, but he could tell she was in her night shift. Coupled with the late hour, Magnus only had one question to ask, "Why are you not abed yet, sister? The hour is late."
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The man had not been expecting anyone up at this forsaken hour of the night. He was used to returning home late, or even working at all odd hours of the night afterall, so it did not take long for Magnus's eyes to eventally adjust that he could make up the shapes and shadows of the household objects enough to avoid knocking into them.
Picking his way across the hall and taking care to avoid the various display tables that held decorative pieces far too expensive to be broken, and mostly gifts from the people he's assisted in their lives, he was just halfway up the stairwell when the creak of a door startled him, making him miss a step and almost fall had his hand not caught the bannister quick enough.
As a Master Informer, of course this display would be in poor form to his usual quickness, and let it be said here that it was simply a one-off incidence. Stemming from lack of sleep, the exhaustion of a weeklong voyage and his brain tired from running scenario's and thinking of alternatives, Magnus was simply in no shape to be sharp of mind right now, which was why when Leto called out to him, he simply glanced up at her from his position hanging off the stairwell bannister, surprised etched on his face before it melted into a smile at the sight of his sister and her welcome home.
"Leto." He murmured, the name familiar on his tongue. Aside from his parents, his sister was that one constant in his life, and one of the reasons he worked as hard as he did.
Picking himself off the ground, the man was quick to dust the knees which had brushed against the edges of the staircase, before making his way up the last few flights of stairs to stand in front of Leto. The darkness and dim lighting in the hallway of their family's top floor meant Magnus could barely make out the features of his sister's face, but he could tell she was in her night shift. Coupled with the late hour, Magnus only had one question to ask, "Why are you not abed yet, sister? The hour is late."
The man had not been expecting anyone up at this forsaken hour of the night. He was used to returning home late, or even working at all odd hours of the night afterall, so it did not take long for Magnus's eyes to eventally adjust that he could make up the shapes and shadows of the household objects enough to avoid knocking into them.
Picking his way across the hall and taking care to avoid the various display tables that held decorative pieces far too expensive to be broken, and mostly gifts from the people he's assisted in their lives, he was just halfway up the stairwell when the creak of a door startled him, making him miss a step and almost fall had his hand not caught the bannister quick enough.
As a Master Informer, of course this display would be in poor form to his usual quickness, and let it be said here that it was simply a one-off incidence. Stemming from lack of sleep, the exhaustion of a weeklong voyage and his brain tired from running scenario's and thinking of alternatives, Magnus was simply in no shape to be sharp of mind right now, which was why when Leto called out to him, he simply glanced up at her from his position hanging off the stairwell bannister, surprised etched on his face before it melted into a smile at the sight of his sister and her welcome home.
"Leto." He murmured, the name familiar on his tongue. Aside from his parents, his sister was that one constant in his life, and one of the reasons he worked as hard as he did.
Picking himself off the ground, the man was quick to dust the knees which had brushed against the edges of the staircase, before making his way up the last few flights of stairs to stand in front of Leto. The darkness and dim lighting in the hallway of their family's top floor meant Magnus could barely make out the features of his sister's face, but he could tell she was in her night shift. Coupled with the late hour, Magnus only had one question to ask, "Why are you not abed yet, sister? The hour is late."
Relief flooded through her inexplicably as she saw Magnus there, her head tilted slightly in humor as she noticed he had almost fallen in his effort to be as quiet as possible. Her smile was a direct response to his, marked only by the lamplight that spilled from her room.
While they were not as close as they had been in their youth, Leto had an everlasting fondness for her brother, and could still see the scrawny teen from Chaossis in his frame, despite the changes in his hair and face over the years. His duties carried him away, but she had prayed to Poseidon and Athena to carry him safely back and forth across the sea. Her devotion had paid off it seemed, and she made a mental not to visit the temples again to thank them for keeping their word.
"I know it is late. My mind will not let me sleep," she offered, honestly, puffing out a bit of a sigh. It was not exactly that she was afraid of sleeping, but that her mind kept ticking away too quickly about all the possibilities. Poisonings, returned kings, bashing down of barred doors - those were all things restricted to the books she read. Now, the reality of it seemed to loom over her, at least until the sun would eventually rise.
Offering a lamp to Magnus, she tilted her head towards the kitchens, "Are you hungry? I do not imagine anyone in that room had a chance to eat anything at all, myself included. And you only just arrived."
Stepping that way, she mused a bit more, trying to bring humor through her words and her voice as she spoke, putting on a braver face than what she felt, "You always said that court tended to be dull. I must say, as of tonight, I disagree."
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Relief flooded through her inexplicably as she saw Magnus there, her head tilted slightly in humor as she noticed he had almost fallen in his effort to be as quiet as possible. Her smile was a direct response to his, marked only by the lamplight that spilled from her room.
While they were not as close as they had been in their youth, Leto had an everlasting fondness for her brother, and could still see the scrawny teen from Chaossis in his frame, despite the changes in his hair and face over the years. His duties carried him away, but she had prayed to Poseidon and Athena to carry him safely back and forth across the sea. Her devotion had paid off it seemed, and she made a mental not to visit the temples again to thank them for keeping their word.
"I know it is late. My mind will not let me sleep," she offered, honestly, puffing out a bit of a sigh. It was not exactly that she was afraid of sleeping, but that her mind kept ticking away too quickly about all the possibilities. Poisonings, returned kings, bashing down of barred doors - those were all things restricted to the books she read. Now, the reality of it seemed to loom over her, at least until the sun would eventually rise.
Offering a lamp to Magnus, she tilted her head towards the kitchens, "Are you hungry? I do not imagine anyone in that room had a chance to eat anything at all, myself included. And you only just arrived."
Stepping that way, she mused a bit more, trying to bring humor through her words and her voice as she spoke, putting on a braver face than what she felt, "You always said that court tended to be dull. I must say, as of tonight, I disagree."
Relief flooded through her inexplicably as she saw Magnus there, her head tilted slightly in humor as she noticed he had almost fallen in his effort to be as quiet as possible. Her smile was a direct response to his, marked only by the lamplight that spilled from her room.
While they were not as close as they had been in their youth, Leto had an everlasting fondness for her brother, and could still see the scrawny teen from Chaossis in his frame, despite the changes in his hair and face over the years. His duties carried him away, but she had prayed to Poseidon and Athena to carry him safely back and forth across the sea. Her devotion had paid off it seemed, and she made a mental not to visit the temples again to thank them for keeping their word.
"I know it is late. My mind will not let me sleep," she offered, honestly, puffing out a bit of a sigh. It was not exactly that she was afraid of sleeping, but that her mind kept ticking away too quickly about all the possibilities. Poisonings, returned kings, bashing down of barred doors - those were all things restricted to the books she read. Now, the reality of it seemed to loom over her, at least until the sun would eventually rise.
Offering a lamp to Magnus, she tilted her head towards the kitchens, "Are you hungry? I do not imagine anyone in that room had a chance to eat anything at all, myself included. And you only just arrived."
Stepping that way, she mused a bit more, trying to bring humor through her words and her voice as she spoke, putting on a braver face than what she felt, "You always said that court tended to be dull. I must say, as of tonight, I disagree."
His sister had always been home. Other people may think it odd, how much Magnus ensures his sister's safety, but they did not understand how much Leto and Magnus were pretty much all they had of each other, way back when they were still in Chaossis. Oh, don't misunderstand, their parents were wonderful and still are. It was just that due to their poor financial strains, Nifakis and Eudora of Chaossis always had to make sure they had enough to get by, which meant Magnus had always been tasked to be the caretaker for his sister. All of that translated to today, where he still felt a strong sense of responsibility for Leto's wellbeing.
Of course, them growing up meant they also did some growing apart, as things were wont to happen as the years went by. Magnus was of course, guilty of allowing his duty and work to get in the way, but in the soft glow of dim candlelights, his weary body reminding him how much he'd like to just fall in bed right now, he still managed a soft smile when he saw Leto's face when she spoke with a sigh. Their inability to sleep seemed shared, as were their sharp mind.
There was a fondness in his smile reserved just for her, as he straightened out from his wary stance, and observed his sister, having not seen her in weeks. Shaking his head at her query, he took a few steps closer to her, and placed a hand atop her head like he used to do in a gesture of affection, ruffling her hair before replying. "I'm far more tired then I am hungry, I think. A bed seems delectable right about now." he chuckled. It was the gospel truth though, for even if he was hungry, his body seemed far too tired to process it right now, not even feeling the empty pang in his stomach.
"I'll eat on the morrow. Sleep seems to be the first order of business right now." Cocking his head again when she spoke, he laughed lightly at his sister's words, but acknowledged their truth. Of course, court was not always as it was tonight, and for that Magnus was thankful. If things were always as eventful as what had happened at the Dikasitirio, he would be kept very busy indeed. Instead, Magnus already found himself with enough work to keep him occupied over the next three weeks due to the events of the night and what had to be done because of them. "For tonight, I have to agree with you." he murmured in agreement, before asking. "How have things been over the time I was gone, Leto?"
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His sister had always been home. Other people may think it odd, how much Magnus ensures his sister's safety, but they did not understand how much Leto and Magnus were pretty much all they had of each other, way back when they were still in Chaossis. Oh, don't misunderstand, their parents were wonderful and still are. It was just that due to their poor financial strains, Nifakis and Eudora of Chaossis always had to make sure they had enough to get by, which meant Magnus had always been tasked to be the caretaker for his sister. All of that translated to today, where he still felt a strong sense of responsibility for Leto's wellbeing.
Of course, them growing up meant they also did some growing apart, as things were wont to happen as the years went by. Magnus was of course, guilty of allowing his duty and work to get in the way, but in the soft glow of dim candlelights, his weary body reminding him how much he'd like to just fall in bed right now, he still managed a soft smile when he saw Leto's face when she spoke with a sigh. Their inability to sleep seemed shared, as were their sharp mind.
There was a fondness in his smile reserved just for her, as he straightened out from his wary stance, and observed his sister, having not seen her in weeks. Shaking his head at her query, he took a few steps closer to her, and placed a hand atop her head like he used to do in a gesture of affection, ruffling her hair before replying. "I'm far more tired then I am hungry, I think. A bed seems delectable right about now." he chuckled. It was the gospel truth though, for even if he was hungry, his body seemed far too tired to process it right now, not even feeling the empty pang in his stomach.
"I'll eat on the morrow. Sleep seems to be the first order of business right now." Cocking his head again when she spoke, he laughed lightly at his sister's words, but acknowledged their truth. Of course, court was not always as it was tonight, and for that Magnus was thankful. If things were always as eventful as what had happened at the Dikasitirio, he would be kept very busy indeed. Instead, Magnus already found himself with enough work to keep him occupied over the next three weeks due to the events of the night and what had to be done because of them. "For tonight, I have to agree with you." he murmured in agreement, before asking. "How have things been over the time I was gone, Leto?"
His sister had always been home. Other people may think it odd, how much Magnus ensures his sister's safety, but they did not understand how much Leto and Magnus were pretty much all they had of each other, way back when they were still in Chaossis. Oh, don't misunderstand, their parents were wonderful and still are. It was just that due to their poor financial strains, Nifakis and Eudora of Chaossis always had to make sure they had enough to get by, which meant Magnus had always been tasked to be the caretaker for his sister. All of that translated to today, where he still felt a strong sense of responsibility for Leto's wellbeing.
Of course, them growing up meant they also did some growing apart, as things were wont to happen as the years went by. Magnus was of course, guilty of allowing his duty and work to get in the way, but in the soft glow of dim candlelights, his weary body reminding him how much he'd like to just fall in bed right now, he still managed a soft smile when he saw Leto's face when she spoke with a sigh. Their inability to sleep seemed shared, as were their sharp mind.
There was a fondness in his smile reserved just for her, as he straightened out from his wary stance, and observed his sister, having not seen her in weeks. Shaking his head at her query, he took a few steps closer to her, and placed a hand atop her head like he used to do in a gesture of affection, ruffling her hair before replying. "I'm far more tired then I am hungry, I think. A bed seems delectable right about now." he chuckled. It was the gospel truth though, for even if he was hungry, his body seemed far too tired to process it right now, not even feeling the empty pang in his stomach.
"I'll eat on the morrow. Sleep seems to be the first order of business right now." Cocking his head again when she spoke, he laughed lightly at his sister's words, but acknowledged their truth. Of course, court was not always as it was tonight, and for that Magnus was thankful. If things were always as eventful as what had happened at the Dikasitirio, he would be kept very busy indeed. Instead, Magnus already found himself with enough work to keep him occupied over the next three weeks due to the events of the night and what had to be done because of them. "For tonight, I have to agree with you." he murmured in agreement, before asking. "How have things been over the time I was gone, Leto?"
Leto smiled in return as he declined the offer for food. If anything, she understood. It often took the household help setting a tray before her to remind her that she had not eaten for a while, particularly if she were engrossed in reading or writing or any task that kept her mind occupied. With the help asleep, though, Leto thought to offer what she could, but could not blame him for declining.
A soft laugh escaped her as he mussed her hair, a common occurrence, and in response she looped her arm through the crook of his, carrying the lamp before them to see him to his chambers then.
"I can only imagine," she noted, starting down the corridor towards his edge of the household, "Very well. Mother will likely stuff you to the gills before you set off to work when she realizes you've returned." It was one of the ways their mother had shown her affection in the passing years, trying desperately to teach Leto the art of homemaking, despite Leto having neither the patience nor the skill for such things. Instead, she had found her own preoccupations.
"I took the liberty of organizing your study," Leto started, immediately raising a hand as if to stop his protest, "I did not break any seals, I swear. They're simply set out on your desk with a list of their arrival dates. When some of your 'friends' stopped by, I simply wrote out their messages and set them in a stack, dated as well. I'm certain you will understand what they are saying - I, of course, can never make heads or tails of their riddles." It was only partly true, as she had started to piece together at least different locations and common phrases, but he did not need to know that. After all, she had a busy mind and too much time on her hands. It was better to play innocent and ignorant.
When Magnus asked as to how things were, Leto started to speak a moment when the thought of the star map on her bed from Silanos and the token from visiting the Hall of the Gods from Maleos lingered in her mind. She paused a moment, then smile and shook her head, "Oh, just a bit of everything and nothing at all, as you can imagine. All that can wait for morning as well."
They had arrived at his bedroom door, and though their height difference was not staggeringly different - a flaw on her femininity more than anything - she shifted up onto her toes to kiss his cheek, smiling briefly as she wrapped her arm around his neck in an embrace.
"I am glad to have you back, brother. I missed you."
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Leto smiled in return as he declined the offer for food. If anything, she understood. It often took the household help setting a tray before her to remind her that she had not eaten for a while, particularly if she were engrossed in reading or writing or any task that kept her mind occupied. With the help asleep, though, Leto thought to offer what she could, but could not blame him for declining.
A soft laugh escaped her as he mussed her hair, a common occurrence, and in response she looped her arm through the crook of his, carrying the lamp before them to see him to his chambers then.
"I can only imagine," she noted, starting down the corridor towards his edge of the household, "Very well. Mother will likely stuff you to the gills before you set off to work when she realizes you've returned." It was one of the ways their mother had shown her affection in the passing years, trying desperately to teach Leto the art of homemaking, despite Leto having neither the patience nor the skill for such things. Instead, she had found her own preoccupations.
"I took the liberty of organizing your study," Leto started, immediately raising a hand as if to stop his protest, "I did not break any seals, I swear. They're simply set out on your desk with a list of their arrival dates. When some of your 'friends' stopped by, I simply wrote out their messages and set them in a stack, dated as well. I'm certain you will understand what they are saying - I, of course, can never make heads or tails of their riddles." It was only partly true, as she had started to piece together at least different locations and common phrases, but he did not need to know that. After all, she had a busy mind and too much time on her hands. It was better to play innocent and ignorant.
When Magnus asked as to how things were, Leto started to speak a moment when the thought of the star map on her bed from Silanos and the token from visiting the Hall of the Gods from Maleos lingered in her mind. She paused a moment, then smile and shook her head, "Oh, just a bit of everything and nothing at all, as you can imagine. All that can wait for morning as well."
They had arrived at his bedroom door, and though their height difference was not staggeringly different - a flaw on her femininity more than anything - she shifted up onto her toes to kiss his cheek, smiling briefly as she wrapped her arm around his neck in an embrace.
"I am glad to have you back, brother. I missed you."
Leto smiled in return as he declined the offer for food. If anything, she understood. It often took the household help setting a tray before her to remind her that she had not eaten for a while, particularly if she were engrossed in reading or writing or any task that kept her mind occupied. With the help asleep, though, Leto thought to offer what she could, but could not blame him for declining.
A soft laugh escaped her as he mussed her hair, a common occurrence, and in response she looped her arm through the crook of his, carrying the lamp before them to see him to his chambers then.
"I can only imagine," she noted, starting down the corridor towards his edge of the household, "Very well. Mother will likely stuff you to the gills before you set off to work when she realizes you've returned." It was one of the ways their mother had shown her affection in the passing years, trying desperately to teach Leto the art of homemaking, despite Leto having neither the patience nor the skill for such things. Instead, she had found her own preoccupations.
"I took the liberty of organizing your study," Leto started, immediately raising a hand as if to stop his protest, "I did not break any seals, I swear. They're simply set out on your desk with a list of their arrival dates. When some of your 'friends' stopped by, I simply wrote out their messages and set them in a stack, dated as well. I'm certain you will understand what they are saying - I, of course, can never make heads or tails of their riddles." It was only partly true, as she had started to piece together at least different locations and common phrases, but he did not need to know that. After all, she had a busy mind and too much time on her hands. It was better to play innocent and ignorant.
When Magnus asked as to how things were, Leto started to speak a moment when the thought of the star map on her bed from Silanos and the token from visiting the Hall of the Gods from Maleos lingered in her mind. She paused a moment, then smile and shook her head, "Oh, just a bit of everything and nothing at all, as you can imagine. All that can wait for morning as well."
They had arrived at his bedroom door, and though their height difference was not staggeringly different - a flaw on her femininity more than anything - she shifted up onto her toes to kiss his cheek, smiling briefly as she wrapped her arm around his neck in an embrace.
"I am glad to have you back, brother. I missed you."