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To go as far as to call Elysia of Aetaea a ‘friend’ would be a stretch, but there was no other word to fully describe what the woman meant to Evi. For her part, Evi juggled many friends and acquaintances, and made a point of remembering people names, even if she had only met them once in passing. She was an exhibitionist, thriving off of the attentions of others, and while she could not list more than a dozen true friends, she was big on having a wide circle of people she could call upon to indulge her fancies as it suited her. Friendship, to the younger woman, must have a foundation of trust. Evi had taken that leap long ago when she ended up baring her soul to Elysia, sharing one of her most carefully kept secrets: that she thought she might be in love with Elias of Stravos.
There was something about the way Elysia appeared to wear her heart on her sleeve and made it okay for others to do the same. The difference was that Elysia managed it without ever actually giving anything away about herself that wasn’t already common knowledge. She had been easy to open up to: seemingly someone who you could run to and laugh of cry… she was someone who appeared to love you all the more for being so honest and trusting.
Evi had learnt, since then, not to be so naïve.
It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Elysia, and she certainly did not dislike her. But Evi put a lot of her past innocence and bearing of her soul down to age and inexperience within the courts of Athenia. Elysia was like an older sister, and she had shared more with her than she had with her sisters. Somehow it was easy. And it wasn’t that she regretted sharing information with her specifically, rather, she regretted sharing it at all.
Evi did not see Elysia often, but it was always a pleasure to bump into her (ostensibly by accident though the young courtier was growing to doubt that anything happened by accident where Elysia was concerned) and spend some time perusing wares in the market together.
They had been rambling together through the stalls, talking of everything and anything that wasn’t of any real consequence: the weather, the sweet smells from spice and meat stalls, the range of vivacious colours of fabrics they could see all around them. Evi has stopped to purchase a small serving of nuts in a bag, which she offered to Elysia as she popped one into her mouth. “And how is your husband?” she asked.
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To go as far as to call Elysia of Aetaea a ‘friend’ would be a stretch, but there was no other word to fully describe what the woman meant to Evi. For her part, Evi juggled many friends and acquaintances, and made a point of remembering people names, even if she had only met them once in passing. She was an exhibitionist, thriving off of the attentions of others, and while she could not list more than a dozen true friends, she was big on having a wide circle of people she could call upon to indulge her fancies as it suited her. Friendship, to the younger woman, must have a foundation of trust. Evi had taken that leap long ago when she ended up baring her soul to Elysia, sharing one of her most carefully kept secrets: that she thought she might be in love with Elias of Stravos.
There was something about the way Elysia appeared to wear her heart on her sleeve and made it okay for others to do the same. The difference was that Elysia managed it without ever actually giving anything away about herself that wasn’t already common knowledge. She had been easy to open up to: seemingly someone who you could run to and laugh of cry… she was someone who appeared to love you all the more for being so honest and trusting.
Evi had learnt, since then, not to be so naïve.
It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Elysia, and she certainly did not dislike her. But Evi put a lot of her past innocence and bearing of her soul down to age and inexperience within the courts of Athenia. Elysia was like an older sister, and she had shared more with her than she had with her sisters. Somehow it was easy. And it wasn’t that she regretted sharing information with her specifically, rather, she regretted sharing it at all.
Evi did not see Elysia often, but it was always a pleasure to bump into her (ostensibly by accident though the young courtier was growing to doubt that anything happened by accident where Elysia was concerned) and spend some time perusing wares in the market together.
They had been rambling together through the stalls, talking of everything and anything that wasn’t of any real consequence: the weather, the sweet smells from spice and meat stalls, the range of vivacious colours of fabrics they could see all around them. Evi has stopped to purchase a small serving of nuts in a bag, which she offered to Elysia as she popped one into her mouth. “And how is your husband?” she asked.
To go as far as to call Elysia of Aetaea a ‘friend’ would be a stretch, but there was no other word to fully describe what the woman meant to Evi. For her part, Evi juggled many friends and acquaintances, and made a point of remembering people names, even if she had only met them once in passing. She was an exhibitionist, thriving off of the attentions of others, and while she could not list more than a dozen true friends, she was big on having a wide circle of people she could call upon to indulge her fancies as it suited her. Friendship, to the younger woman, must have a foundation of trust. Evi had taken that leap long ago when she ended up baring her soul to Elysia, sharing one of her most carefully kept secrets: that she thought she might be in love with Elias of Stravos.
There was something about the way Elysia appeared to wear her heart on her sleeve and made it okay for others to do the same. The difference was that Elysia managed it without ever actually giving anything away about herself that wasn’t already common knowledge. She had been easy to open up to: seemingly someone who you could run to and laugh of cry… she was someone who appeared to love you all the more for being so honest and trusting.
Evi had learnt, since then, not to be so naïve.
It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Elysia, and she certainly did not dislike her. But Evi put a lot of her past innocence and bearing of her soul down to age and inexperience within the courts of Athenia. Elysia was like an older sister, and she had shared more with her than she had with her sisters. Somehow it was easy. And it wasn’t that she regretted sharing information with her specifically, rather, she regretted sharing it at all.
Evi did not see Elysia often, but it was always a pleasure to bump into her (ostensibly by accident though the young courtier was growing to doubt that anything happened by accident where Elysia was concerned) and spend some time perusing wares in the market together.
They had been rambling together through the stalls, talking of everything and anything that wasn’t of any real consequence: the weather, the sweet smells from spice and meat stalls, the range of vivacious colours of fabrics they could see all around them. Evi has stopped to purchase a small serving of nuts in a bag, which she offered to Elysia as she popped one into her mouth. “And how is your husband?” she asked.
Elysia’s entire purpose in her marriage to Cicero was to be his eyes and ears. That meant befriending any and everyone she could, since her husband was so adverse to the idea on the whole. It wasn’t that he was incapable of interacting with people; quite the reverse, but he did not have Elysia’s charm, nor her zeal for it. That Evi of Antonis would describe her as a ‘friend’ was all Elysia wanted and needed. Did it matter if feelings were involved? Absolutely not. What on earth did feelings of closeness have to do with friendship? True friendship, sure. But one like theirs? Unnecessary. That Evi had bared her soul was enough and Elysia cultivated the relationship diligently to ensure that this would happen over and over.
It did help that the two of them shared an interest in the agora and the trips were always enjoyable, whether or not secrets were disclosed or withheld. With a basket on her arm, she’d already bought a few ribbons here, a new pair of earrings there, bracelets that were for her someone else. When they finally stopped and Evi bought the nuts, Elysia smiled and held out her hand for a few of them.
“And how is your husband?” Evi asked. Elysia gave a shrug of one shoulder.
“Preoccupied,” she leaned over and fished around in the bag for another little handful, slipping two into her mouth and chewing thoughtfully for a moment. “Of course this isn’t a discussion for the agora,” she confided in a stage whisper, leaning in so that ‘only Evi’ would hear before continuing on in her normal soft tone. She’d pulled away again and looked down at her hand, sifting through the selection in her palm to see which she’d like best next. “He’s following up leads on who murdered that girl. You remember?” she checked. “The one found floating in the pool?” Elysia shook her head. “That was tragic. Oh look! New fabric. Do you need any new dresses? Come.” She slid her arm through Evi’s and pointed to a bolt of cloth the shade of green only found in spring time grasses. “That one would set off your eyes most majestically.”
They approached the stall and Elysia took a corner of the green fabric, holding it up near Evi’s face. She wrinkled her nose. “Perhaps not. Sallows your skin. But this one,” she picked up a bolt of shimmering silver fabric and held it up. The way the sunlight warming the market hit the fabric and cast glittering shadows onto Evi's skin, Elysia let out an appreciative sigh. Truly, Evi of Antonis was one of the women that Elysia assumed she be one of the more sought after. She was gorgeous. “This makes you look like Athena. I think it would be fetching if you were to see a certain someone at court?” She arched an eyebrow and handed the fabric back to the merchant at the stall. The man was giving Elysia a long look, not particularly appreciating that she’d caused a little bit of a mess across the stall’s top. He said nothing, however, preferring to sell them cloth than keep his wares nice and tidy.
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Elysia’s entire purpose in her marriage to Cicero was to be his eyes and ears. That meant befriending any and everyone she could, since her husband was so adverse to the idea on the whole. It wasn’t that he was incapable of interacting with people; quite the reverse, but he did not have Elysia’s charm, nor her zeal for it. That Evi of Antonis would describe her as a ‘friend’ was all Elysia wanted and needed. Did it matter if feelings were involved? Absolutely not. What on earth did feelings of closeness have to do with friendship? True friendship, sure. But one like theirs? Unnecessary. That Evi had bared her soul was enough and Elysia cultivated the relationship diligently to ensure that this would happen over and over.
It did help that the two of them shared an interest in the agora and the trips were always enjoyable, whether or not secrets were disclosed or withheld. With a basket on her arm, she’d already bought a few ribbons here, a new pair of earrings there, bracelets that were for her someone else. When they finally stopped and Evi bought the nuts, Elysia smiled and held out her hand for a few of them.
“And how is your husband?” Evi asked. Elysia gave a shrug of one shoulder.
“Preoccupied,” she leaned over and fished around in the bag for another little handful, slipping two into her mouth and chewing thoughtfully for a moment. “Of course this isn’t a discussion for the agora,” she confided in a stage whisper, leaning in so that ‘only Evi’ would hear before continuing on in her normal soft tone. She’d pulled away again and looked down at her hand, sifting through the selection in her palm to see which she’d like best next. “He’s following up leads on who murdered that girl. You remember?” she checked. “The one found floating in the pool?” Elysia shook her head. “That was tragic. Oh look! New fabric. Do you need any new dresses? Come.” She slid her arm through Evi’s and pointed to a bolt of cloth the shade of green only found in spring time grasses. “That one would set off your eyes most majestically.”
They approached the stall and Elysia took a corner of the green fabric, holding it up near Evi’s face. She wrinkled her nose. “Perhaps not. Sallows your skin. But this one,” she picked up a bolt of shimmering silver fabric and held it up. The way the sunlight warming the market hit the fabric and cast glittering shadows onto Evi's skin, Elysia let out an appreciative sigh. Truly, Evi of Antonis was one of the women that Elysia assumed she be one of the more sought after. She was gorgeous. “This makes you look like Athena. I think it would be fetching if you were to see a certain someone at court?” She arched an eyebrow and handed the fabric back to the merchant at the stall. The man was giving Elysia a long look, not particularly appreciating that she’d caused a little bit of a mess across the stall’s top. He said nothing, however, preferring to sell them cloth than keep his wares nice and tidy.
Elysia’s entire purpose in her marriage to Cicero was to be his eyes and ears. That meant befriending any and everyone she could, since her husband was so adverse to the idea on the whole. It wasn’t that he was incapable of interacting with people; quite the reverse, but he did not have Elysia’s charm, nor her zeal for it. That Evi of Antonis would describe her as a ‘friend’ was all Elysia wanted and needed. Did it matter if feelings were involved? Absolutely not. What on earth did feelings of closeness have to do with friendship? True friendship, sure. But one like theirs? Unnecessary. That Evi had bared her soul was enough and Elysia cultivated the relationship diligently to ensure that this would happen over and over.
It did help that the two of them shared an interest in the agora and the trips were always enjoyable, whether or not secrets were disclosed or withheld. With a basket on her arm, she’d already bought a few ribbons here, a new pair of earrings there, bracelets that were for her someone else. When they finally stopped and Evi bought the nuts, Elysia smiled and held out her hand for a few of them.
“And how is your husband?” Evi asked. Elysia gave a shrug of one shoulder.
“Preoccupied,” she leaned over and fished around in the bag for another little handful, slipping two into her mouth and chewing thoughtfully for a moment. “Of course this isn’t a discussion for the agora,” she confided in a stage whisper, leaning in so that ‘only Evi’ would hear before continuing on in her normal soft tone. She’d pulled away again and looked down at her hand, sifting through the selection in her palm to see which she’d like best next. “He’s following up leads on who murdered that girl. You remember?” she checked. “The one found floating in the pool?” Elysia shook her head. “That was tragic. Oh look! New fabric. Do you need any new dresses? Come.” She slid her arm through Evi’s and pointed to a bolt of cloth the shade of green only found in spring time grasses. “That one would set off your eyes most majestically.”
They approached the stall and Elysia took a corner of the green fabric, holding it up near Evi’s face. She wrinkled her nose. “Perhaps not. Sallows your skin. But this one,” she picked up a bolt of shimmering silver fabric and held it up. The way the sunlight warming the market hit the fabric and cast glittering shadows onto Evi's skin, Elysia let out an appreciative sigh. Truly, Evi of Antonis was one of the women that Elysia assumed she be one of the more sought after. She was gorgeous. “This makes you look like Athena. I think it would be fetching if you were to see a certain someone at court?” She arched an eyebrow and handed the fabric back to the merchant at the stall. The man was giving Elysia a long look, not particularly appreciating that she’d caused a little bit of a mess across the stall’s top. He said nothing, however, preferring to sell them cloth than keep his wares nice and tidy.
The young woman smiled at the whisper that was supposedly heard only by her. It was very true of Elysia that she had this ability to simultaneously make Evi feel like she was part of a secret knowledge and friendship while also making light of any upset Evi may cause. They were very different people, in essence, yet they shared an appreciation for the subtleties of conversation that often went amiss with other interlocutors.
It was probably why they got on so well, because the concept of friendship was a very flexible one in each of their minds. They both thrived off of the simple act of conversation, each of them gaining something, though Evi suspected that Elysia gained more than just the simple thrill of being the centre of someone’s world for the course of the conversation, like she did.
Because it was no secret that Evi loved being around other people, whether that was a deeper conversation with a dear friend, a scholarly debate with one of her sisters, or mere polite small talk with an acquaintance. “Yes, truly awful,” the younger woman agreed as an afterthought as she ran her hand through the fabric Elysia had pointed out. She was not wrong, the colour was an utterly exquisite one, no doubt as expensive as some of the purples on show from the same stall.
It was this undivided attention that Evi loved so well. She was in her element in that moment, smiling as the fabric was held up against her skin. The girl glanced down to examine it as Elysia verbalised a change of mind. Yes, she was quite right - her pale skin looked paler, even grey. No, it would not do in the slightest. But the stall had plenty to chose from, and she spent a moment examining other colours until Elysia pulled up another.
She was instantly in love. “I don’t need any new dresses,” the girl whispered conspiratorially in response, raising her chin and grinning, “But I’m sure my father would willingly part with more of his coin to indulge me.” She turned to the merchant, asking how much a few feet of the material would be before turning back to the other woman. “Yes, well…” she swallowed, her face moving through a dozen emotions before settling on an attempt at calm indifference, throwing her friend’s own words back at her. “This conversation certainly isn’t for the agora…”
“…but if there was someone,” she continued, pulling out the coin to pay the seller, who was now cutting the required length from the folded fabric. “I would surely make quite the picture for anyone who wished to see.” Who knew, maybe Elias hated the colour green. It certainly wasn’t to everyone’s tastes. Personally, Evi thought that free could suit anyone, regardless of the colour of their skin, but it was such a rare colour to see in court, she wondered if there was a reason for that. Blue was always a safe bet. But Elysia was right, this particular viridian did suit her.
“Why?” She asked as she requested the material be held for her until she could send a servant along to collect it (she wasn’t going to spend the afternoon carrying it around). “Has someone… said anything to you about him?” It was a weak moment on her part, to ask after her secret crush. She regretted the words as soon as they fell from her lips. But Evi was a young woman with warm blood coursing though her veins, and she couldn’t help herself, not when she was walking around with the one person who knew the truth.
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The young woman smiled at the whisper that was supposedly heard only by her. It was very true of Elysia that she had this ability to simultaneously make Evi feel like she was part of a secret knowledge and friendship while also making light of any upset Evi may cause. They were very different people, in essence, yet they shared an appreciation for the subtleties of conversation that often went amiss with other interlocutors.
It was probably why they got on so well, because the concept of friendship was a very flexible one in each of their minds. They both thrived off of the simple act of conversation, each of them gaining something, though Evi suspected that Elysia gained more than just the simple thrill of being the centre of someone’s world for the course of the conversation, like she did.
Because it was no secret that Evi loved being around other people, whether that was a deeper conversation with a dear friend, a scholarly debate with one of her sisters, or mere polite small talk with an acquaintance. “Yes, truly awful,” the younger woman agreed as an afterthought as she ran her hand through the fabric Elysia had pointed out. She was not wrong, the colour was an utterly exquisite one, no doubt as expensive as some of the purples on show from the same stall.
It was this undivided attention that Evi loved so well. She was in her element in that moment, smiling as the fabric was held up against her skin. The girl glanced down to examine it as Elysia verbalised a change of mind. Yes, she was quite right - her pale skin looked paler, even grey. No, it would not do in the slightest. But the stall had plenty to chose from, and she spent a moment examining other colours until Elysia pulled up another.
She was instantly in love. “I don’t need any new dresses,” the girl whispered conspiratorially in response, raising her chin and grinning, “But I’m sure my father would willingly part with more of his coin to indulge me.” She turned to the merchant, asking how much a few feet of the material would be before turning back to the other woman. “Yes, well…” she swallowed, her face moving through a dozen emotions before settling on an attempt at calm indifference, throwing her friend’s own words back at her. “This conversation certainly isn’t for the agora…”
“…but if there was someone,” she continued, pulling out the coin to pay the seller, who was now cutting the required length from the folded fabric. “I would surely make quite the picture for anyone who wished to see.” Who knew, maybe Elias hated the colour green. It certainly wasn’t to everyone’s tastes. Personally, Evi thought that free could suit anyone, regardless of the colour of their skin, but it was such a rare colour to see in court, she wondered if there was a reason for that. Blue was always a safe bet. But Elysia was right, this particular viridian did suit her.
“Why?” She asked as she requested the material be held for her until she could send a servant along to collect it (she wasn’t going to spend the afternoon carrying it around). “Has someone… said anything to you about him?” It was a weak moment on her part, to ask after her secret crush. She regretted the words as soon as they fell from her lips. But Evi was a young woman with warm blood coursing though her veins, and she couldn’t help herself, not when she was walking around with the one person who knew the truth.
The young woman smiled at the whisper that was supposedly heard only by her. It was very true of Elysia that she had this ability to simultaneously make Evi feel like she was part of a secret knowledge and friendship while also making light of any upset Evi may cause. They were very different people, in essence, yet they shared an appreciation for the subtleties of conversation that often went amiss with other interlocutors.
It was probably why they got on so well, because the concept of friendship was a very flexible one in each of their minds. They both thrived off of the simple act of conversation, each of them gaining something, though Evi suspected that Elysia gained more than just the simple thrill of being the centre of someone’s world for the course of the conversation, like she did.
Because it was no secret that Evi loved being around other people, whether that was a deeper conversation with a dear friend, a scholarly debate with one of her sisters, or mere polite small talk with an acquaintance. “Yes, truly awful,” the younger woman agreed as an afterthought as she ran her hand through the fabric Elysia had pointed out. She was not wrong, the colour was an utterly exquisite one, no doubt as expensive as some of the purples on show from the same stall.
It was this undivided attention that Evi loved so well. She was in her element in that moment, smiling as the fabric was held up against her skin. The girl glanced down to examine it as Elysia verbalised a change of mind. Yes, she was quite right - her pale skin looked paler, even grey. No, it would not do in the slightest. But the stall had plenty to chose from, and she spent a moment examining other colours until Elysia pulled up another.
She was instantly in love. “I don’t need any new dresses,” the girl whispered conspiratorially in response, raising her chin and grinning, “But I’m sure my father would willingly part with more of his coin to indulge me.” She turned to the merchant, asking how much a few feet of the material would be before turning back to the other woman. “Yes, well…” she swallowed, her face moving through a dozen emotions before settling on an attempt at calm indifference, throwing her friend’s own words back at her. “This conversation certainly isn’t for the agora…”
“…but if there was someone,” she continued, pulling out the coin to pay the seller, who was now cutting the required length from the folded fabric. “I would surely make quite the picture for anyone who wished to see.” Who knew, maybe Elias hated the colour green. It certainly wasn’t to everyone’s tastes. Personally, Evi thought that free could suit anyone, regardless of the colour of their skin, but it was such a rare colour to see in court, she wondered if there was a reason for that. Blue was always a safe bet. But Elysia was right, this particular viridian did suit her.
“Why?” She asked as she requested the material be held for her until she could send a servant along to collect it (she wasn’t going to spend the afternoon carrying it around). “Has someone… said anything to you about him?” It was a weak moment on her part, to ask after her secret crush. She regretted the words as soon as they fell from her lips. But Evi was a young woman with warm blood coursing though her veins, and she couldn’t help herself, not when she was walking around with the one person who knew the truth.
As she held the fabric up against Evi’s chest, Elysia’s eyes wandered from the sumptuous color of the linen to Evi’s nearly translucent skin. When she’d said that the girl nearly looked like Athena, she’d meant it. Virgin goddess Athena might be, but she was beautiful as well. Beauty and intelligence - a potent combination that Elysia, in particular, valued highly. As Evi protested weakly that she didn’t need a new dress, a grin curved along Elysia’s lips. “Shhh,” she said gently, biting her tongue a bit as she imagined Evi sweeping through the halls of the palace in a gown of this color, looking as regal and gorgeous as anyone could possibly be. “Need is such a relative term.”
"But I’m sure my father would willingly part with more of his coin to indulge me."
“As well he should,” Elysia agreed, putting on an entirely fake pout as she turned to look at the rest of the stall. “It would be a crime to deny you this.” Truthfully, Elysia didn’t think that Evi’s father would deny his daughter anything. That was a useful thing to know. While the other girl spoke with the merchant, Elysia turned her attention to what else the stall had to offer. Every single bit of material was fine. This wasn’t the sort of place that just anyone could use. It was for the rich, the elite, and the important. Elysia was on the outskirts of this group, but that was where she preferred to be. Able to move among them but not actually subject to their societal rules. She could pick and choose which events she went to and if she wasn’t ‘technically’ supposed to be at a function, she could get away with it simply by who she was married to. He was permitted everywhere, and by extension, so was she.
Elysia’s serene expression did not change as she looked up to find Evi clearly uncomfortable with the reference to Elias. She thought the girl’s crush to be both adorable and horrid. Yes, Elias was beautiful, but if Elysia was to pick a partner for Evi, it certainly wouldn’t be Elias. Evi, to Elysia’s mind, wasn’t cunning enough for Elias. It wouldn’t be partnership; it’d be ownership on the part of the Stravos lord and this Antonis lady would find herself very much attempting to keep a man enthralled who could not and would not be entertained by any one specific woman. Trying to love and hang onto Elias was like trying to catch a bitter, winter wind in your hands. Try too much and you’d find your hands frozen and unusable while the wind continued to blow, uncaring and never changing, leaving you to deal with the consequences.
”Why?” Evi asked, now looking at the merchant and handing him coins. Elysia gave the fabric she’d been looking at a final pet and adjusted her lavender hued himation about her arms as she came to Evi’s side. Tilting her head, she observed the girl’s profile, watching the brief flicker of color in Evi’s cheeks and the furtive way the other attempted to be nonchalant. ”Has someone...said anything to you about him?”
“He’s the topic of everyone’s conversation,” Elysia chose not to mention her own run in with Elias the other day. “But no,” she smiled over at Evi. “No one’s mentioned you in connection with him, if that’s what concerns you.” She brushed her fingers soothingly against Evi’s upper arm and then faced forward again. “Come. Let’s go to that fortune teller over there. Might be a bit of fun, hmm?”
Along a portion of wall sat an exotic looking woman, whose heavy makeup and head covering gave her a mystical appearance. “Unless you’ve got somewhere to be?” Elysia smiled arching a brow at the same time.
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As she held the fabric up against Evi’s chest, Elysia’s eyes wandered from the sumptuous color of the linen to Evi’s nearly translucent skin. When she’d said that the girl nearly looked like Athena, she’d meant it. Virgin goddess Athena might be, but she was beautiful as well. Beauty and intelligence - a potent combination that Elysia, in particular, valued highly. As Evi protested weakly that she didn’t need a new dress, a grin curved along Elysia’s lips. “Shhh,” she said gently, biting her tongue a bit as she imagined Evi sweeping through the halls of the palace in a gown of this color, looking as regal and gorgeous as anyone could possibly be. “Need is such a relative term.”
"But I’m sure my father would willingly part with more of his coin to indulge me."
“As well he should,” Elysia agreed, putting on an entirely fake pout as she turned to look at the rest of the stall. “It would be a crime to deny you this.” Truthfully, Elysia didn’t think that Evi’s father would deny his daughter anything. That was a useful thing to know. While the other girl spoke with the merchant, Elysia turned her attention to what else the stall had to offer. Every single bit of material was fine. This wasn’t the sort of place that just anyone could use. It was for the rich, the elite, and the important. Elysia was on the outskirts of this group, but that was where she preferred to be. Able to move among them but not actually subject to their societal rules. She could pick and choose which events she went to and if she wasn’t ‘technically’ supposed to be at a function, she could get away with it simply by who she was married to. He was permitted everywhere, and by extension, so was she.
Elysia’s serene expression did not change as she looked up to find Evi clearly uncomfortable with the reference to Elias. She thought the girl’s crush to be both adorable and horrid. Yes, Elias was beautiful, but if Elysia was to pick a partner for Evi, it certainly wouldn’t be Elias. Evi, to Elysia’s mind, wasn’t cunning enough for Elias. It wouldn’t be partnership; it’d be ownership on the part of the Stravos lord and this Antonis lady would find herself very much attempting to keep a man enthralled who could not and would not be entertained by any one specific woman. Trying to love and hang onto Elias was like trying to catch a bitter, winter wind in your hands. Try too much and you’d find your hands frozen and unusable while the wind continued to blow, uncaring and never changing, leaving you to deal with the consequences.
”Why?” Evi asked, now looking at the merchant and handing him coins. Elysia gave the fabric she’d been looking at a final pet and adjusted her lavender hued himation about her arms as she came to Evi’s side. Tilting her head, she observed the girl’s profile, watching the brief flicker of color in Evi’s cheeks and the furtive way the other attempted to be nonchalant. ”Has someone...said anything to you about him?”
“He’s the topic of everyone’s conversation,” Elysia chose not to mention her own run in with Elias the other day. “But no,” she smiled over at Evi. “No one’s mentioned you in connection with him, if that’s what concerns you.” She brushed her fingers soothingly against Evi’s upper arm and then faced forward again. “Come. Let’s go to that fortune teller over there. Might be a bit of fun, hmm?”
Along a portion of wall sat an exotic looking woman, whose heavy makeup and head covering gave her a mystical appearance. “Unless you’ve got somewhere to be?” Elysia smiled arching a brow at the same time.
As she held the fabric up against Evi’s chest, Elysia’s eyes wandered from the sumptuous color of the linen to Evi’s nearly translucent skin. When she’d said that the girl nearly looked like Athena, she’d meant it. Virgin goddess Athena might be, but she was beautiful as well. Beauty and intelligence - a potent combination that Elysia, in particular, valued highly. As Evi protested weakly that she didn’t need a new dress, a grin curved along Elysia’s lips. “Shhh,” she said gently, biting her tongue a bit as she imagined Evi sweeping through the halls of the palace in a gown of this color, looking as regal and gorgeous as anyone could possibly be. “Need is such a relative term.”
"But I’m sure my father would willingly part with more of his coin to indulge me."
“As well he should,” Elysia agreed, putting on an entirely fake pout as she turned to look at the rest of the stall. “It would be a crime to deny you this.” Truthfully, Elysia didn’t think that Evi’s father would deny his daughter anything. That was a useful thing to know. While the other girl spoke with the merchant, Elysia turned her attention to what else the stall had to offer. Every single bit of material was fine. This wasn’t the sort of place that just anyone could use. It was for the rich, the elite, and the important. Elysia was on the outskirts of this group, but that was where she preferred to be. Able to move among them but not actually subject to their societal rules. She could pick and choose which events she went to and if she wasn’t ‘technically’ supposed to be at a function, she could get away with it simply by who she was married to. He was permitted everywhere, and by extension, so was she.
Elysia’s serene expression did not change as she looked up to find Evi clearly uncomfortable with the reference to Elias. She thought the girl’s crush to be both adorable and horrid. Yes, Elias was beautiful, but if Elysia was to pick a partner for Evi, it certainly wouldn’t be Elias. Evi, to Elysia’s mind, wasn’t cunning enough for Elias. It wouldn’t be partnership; it’d be ownership on the part of the Stravos lord and this Antonis lady would find herself very much attempting to keep a man enthralled who could not and would not be entertained by any one specific woman. Trying to love and hang onto Elias was like trying to catch a bitter, winter wind in your hands. Try too much and you’d find your hands frozen and unusable while the wind continued to blow, uncaring and never changing, leaving you to deal with the consequences.
”Why?” Evi asked, now looking at the merchant and handing him coins. Elysia gave the fabric she’d been looking at a final pet and adjusted her lavender hued himation about her arms as she came to Evi’s side. Tilting her head, she observed the girl’s profile, watching the brief flicker of color in Evi’s cheeks and the furtive way the other attempted to be nonchalant. ”Has someone...said anything to you about him?”
“He’s the topic of everyone’s conversation,” Elysia chose not to mention her own run in with Elias the other day. “But no,” she smiled over at Evi. “No one’s mentioned you in connection with him, if that’s what concerns you.” She brushed her fingers soothingly against Evi’s upper arm and then faced forward again. “Come. Let’s go to that fortune teller over there. Might be a bit of fun, hmm?”
Along a portion of wall sat an exotic looking woman, whose heavy makeup and head covering gave her a mystical appearance. “Unless you’ve got somewhere to be?” Elysia smiled arching a brow at the same time.
“Yes, well he’s always the topic of conversation,” The girl replied blithely, as if the mere thought of him didn’t set her heart aflutter. In reality, she was restraining herself with the thinnest sliver of self-discipline. “He tends to draw people towards him like moths to a flame.” It was not a concept that could be articulated. It’s just there. Like the existence of gravity. Of pain. Of the sun. To explain to someone what it felt like to be in lone - or, at least what she thought love was - was impossible. And it didn’t help that the only person she could talk about it to was this woman.
Elysia’s expression remained calm glancing at her with a smile that Evi would have called indulgent, if it weren’t for the slightly dangerous edge Evi had come to associate with Elysia. (It was, she mused, a disturbingly attractive combination.)
But Evi knew, despite how much her heart wanted it, that there was never any real choice when it came to matters of marriage. The idea was dangled in front of everyone and used as a training device to make them obey. Some might think that they married for love, but no one ever did. And Evi would never be chosen as a suitable match for Elias. Not the third daughter of a lesser lineage.
The pair approached the fortune teller, and were greeted warmly by a woman with outstretched hands. Like any gods-fearing Athenian, Evi was not one to dismiss the words of a soothsayer, especially if they carried sigils of the Gods. Oracles were official divinaters of the Gods, but there were also independent ones. Evi put less stock in the second type, which this particular fortune teller seemed to be. All the same, they were known to speak the truth of the present, past, and future... they were to be respected for their craft.
“The one you love is closer than you think,” were the first words out of the fortune teller’s mouth when she looked into Evi’s future. Of course. It was too much of a coincidence and it took much of Evi’s self-control not to rip her hand away from the woman’s. She came from lands afar and was clearly not of Evi’s faith. It was far too convenient, far too easy to want to believe in it, for Evi to know it was true.
Instead, the girl forced a giggle, “Well, let’s hope he’s not standing behind me, eh?” Came her flippant reply as she allowed the woman to continue tracing the lines on her palm. The fortune teller spoke more of good things coming her way: wealth, status, friendship. It all sounded very grand, especially given that Evi’s life already thrived in all of these areas. But she listened all the same before standing and all but pushing Elysia into the chair to have her fortunes shared.
Once Elysia’s fortunes had been told by the exotic woman, if she had allowed it, Evi insisted on paying for both sittings, and she handed over the relevant coin, including a small tip for the pure amusement of the process.
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“Yes, well he’s always the topic of conversation,” The girl replied blithely, as if the mere thought of him didn’t set her heart aflutter. In reality, she was restraining herself with the thinnest sliver of self-discipline. “He tends to draw people towards him like moths to a flame.” It was not a concept that could be articulated. It’s just there. Like the existence of gravity. Of pain. Of the sun. To explain to someone what it felt like to be in lone - or, at least what she thought love was - was impossible. And it didn’t help that the only person she could talk about it to was this woman.
Elysia’s expression remained calm glancing at her with a smile that Evi would have called indulgent, if it weren’t for the slightly dangerous edge Evi had come to associate with Elysia. (It was, she mused, a disturbingly attractive combination.)
But Evi knew, despite how much her heart wanted it, that there was never any real choice when it came to matters of marriage. The idea was dangled in front of everyone and used as a training device to make them obey. Some might think that they married for love, but no one ever did. And Evi would never be chosen as a suitable match for Elias. Not the third daughter of a lesser lineage.
The pair approached the fortune teller, and were greeted warmly by a woman with outstretched hands. Like any gods-fearing Athenian, Evi was not one to dismiss the words of a soothsayer, especially if they carried sigils of the Gods. Oracles were official divinaters of the Gods, but there were also independent ones. Evi put less stock in the second type, which this particular fortune teller seemed to be. All the same, they were known to speak the truth of the present, past, and future... they were to be respected for their craft.
“The one you love is closer than you think,” were the first words out of the fortune teller’s mouth when she looked into Evi’s future. Of course. It was too much of a coincidence and it took much of Evi’s self-control not to rip her hand away from the woman’s. She came from lands afar and was clearly not of Evi’s faith. It was far too convenient, far too easy to want to believe in it, for Evi to know it was true.
Instead, the girl forced a giggle, “Well, let’s hope he’s not standing behind me, eh?” Came her flippant reply as she allowed the woman to continue tracing the lines on her palm. The fortune teller spoke more of good things coming her way: wealth, status, friendship. It all sounded very grand, especially given that Evi’s life already thrived in all of these areas. But she listened all the same before standing and all but pushing Elysia into the chair to have her fortunes shared.
Once Elysia’s fortunes had been told by the exotic woman, if she had allowed it, Evi insisted on paying for both sittings, and she handed over the relevant coin, including a small tip for the pure amusement of the process.
“Yes, well he’s always the topic of conversation,” The girl replied blithely, as if the mere thought of him didn’t set her heart aflutter. In reality, she was restraining herself with the thinnest sliver of self-discipline. “He tends to draw people towards him like moths to a flame.” It was not a concept that could be articulated. It’s just there. Like the existence of gravity. Of pain. Of the sun. To explain to someone what it felt like to be in lone - or, at least what she thought love was - was impossible. And it didn’t help that the only person she could talk about it to was this woman.
Elysia’s expression remained calm glancing at her with a smile that Evi would have called indulgent, if it weren’t for the slightly dangerous edge Evi had come to associate with Elysia. (It was, she mused, a disturbingly attractive combination.)
But Evi knew, despite how much her heart wanted it, that there was never any real choice when it came to matters of marriage. The idea was dangled in front of everyone and used as a training device to make them obey. Some might think that they married for love, but no one ever did. And Evi would never be chosen as a suitable match for Elias. Not the third daughter of a lesser lineage.
The pair approached the fortune teller, and were greeted warmly by a woman with outstretched hands. Like any gods-fearing Athenian, Evi was not one to dismiss the words of a soothsayer, especially if they carried sigils of the Gods. Oracles were official divinaters of the Gods, but there were also independent ones. Evi put less stock in the second type, which this particular fortune teller seemed to be. All the same, they were known to speak the truth of the present, past, and future... they were to be respected for their craft.
“The one you love is closer than you think,” were the first words out of the fortune teller’s mouth when she looked into Evi’s future. Of course. It was too much of a coincidence and it took much of Evi’s self-control not to rip her hand away from the woman’s. She came from lands afar and was clearly not of Evi’s faith. It was far too convenient, far too easy to want to believe in it, for Evi to know it was true.
Instead, the girl forced a giggle, “Well, let’s hope he’s not standing behind me, eh?” Came her flippant reply as she allowed the woman to continue tracing the lines on her palm. The fortune teller spoke more of good things coming her way: wealth, status, friendship. It all sounded very grand, especially given that Evi’s life already thrived in all of these areas. But she listened all the same before standing and all but pushing Elysia into the chair to have her fortunes shared.
Once Elysia’s fortunes had been told by the exotic woman, if she had allowed it, Evi insisted on paying for both sittings, and she handed over the relevant coin, including a small tip for the pure amusement of the process.
Elysia could not deny what Evi said about Elias drawing people to him, though she didn’t think it was quite the same as moths to a flame. Moths usually wanted to go toward the light. To Elysia, Elias was a whirlpool; sail too close and you’re stuck stuck with no way out. No way out unless you died by the whirlpool’s design or the whirlpool itself dissipated. While she had no plans to murder Elias, she wouldn’t allow him to trap her forever, either. Whatever they had or didn’t have would run its course once their mutual interest in each other’s uses ran dry. The trick was to keep Elias from seeing to it that she or her husband were killed...that would be a problem but it wasn’t the problem right now and could wait.
The two of them wandered companionably toward the fortune teller, the curve of Elysia’s lips curving into something like a serene smile, even though she felt anything but. It was Evi who went first and Elysia raised an eyebrow, looking to see how Evi bore the ‘too on the nose’ fortune. Evi giggled and said, "Well, let’s hope he’s not standing behind me, eh?"
“She means me,” Elysia nudged Evi with her shoulder, and might have dropped a playful kiss against the other’s cheek if it was in any way decorous. Which it was not. If a lady were to indulge in that sort of thing from time to time, one had to be discrete. As it stood, Elysia and Evi had never broached that topic with one another and Elysia was certainly not going to do it in a public square in the middle of the afternoon. Certainly not in front of a fortune teller and definitely not without the excuse of wine. Wine covered a lot of ‘indiscretions that both parties could blame later, if they chose. Besides, the fortune teller had moved smoothly on, promising all sorts of wild things and holding out her palm for coin.
It was Elysia’s turn and she cut her eyes to Evi, lifted a single eyebrow, and then smiled at the fortune teller as she held out her hand, palm up. “My turn,” Elysia said in a smooth tone, offering this woman nothing whatsoever to read. Elysia did believe in the gods. Wholeheartedly. After all, she did claim to be sired of Zeus, and it would be entirely hypocritical not to believe in the divine; not to mention problematic.
The fortune teller bent over her Elysia’s palm, squinting, tracing lines, ‘hmming’ a good deal. Elysia flashed another glance at Evi before looking back at the fortune teller’s veiled head, now nearly level with her chin. Elysia pulled back just a little bit to gain some air. Incense clung to the fortune teller in eye watering amounts of sage, lemon, resin, and juniper.
”I see,” the fortune teller paused for so long that Elysia was almost going to prompt her to continue but then she raised back, staring hard. ”That you are at a forking path. Here. Choose carefully. And here. Oh this is bad. Very serious.”
Elysia’s veneer didn’t slip but she felt her stomach dip a little. Instead of demanding to know what the woman was on about, she smiled serenely at Evi. “Who doesn’t have to choose carefully in our current political climate?” But if this offended the fortune teller, the woman ignored it.
”I see betrayal,” the fortune teller practically jerked Elysia’s arm and for the first time that day, Elysia’s careful mask slipped and she frowned at the woman.
“My wrist is connected to my arm, which is connected to my shoulder.” Though her voice was smooth and clear, there was a cutting edge underneath. This didn’t appear to bother the fortune teller either.
”Lots of betrayal. Hmmm...I see a good deal of sorrow in your future.”
Elysia swallowed, taking back her hand, staring at the woman. She didn’t notice Evi paying for the sittings, nor did she stop her once she did notice. Her tongue went her lower lip slowly as she thought, and then, she shut down the nagging feeling that this woman might be a diviner of the gods after all. “Who doesn’t have problems?” Elysia said as she stood. Looking down at the fortune teller, she gathered her himation around her. “This is Athenia. If you don’t have a problem, you’re not breathing. Evi?”
Once she had her arm through her friend’s, she swept the two of them off, not actually looking at where they were going. She simply wanted to be away. Her head was swimming and she felt exposed. “That was not the best idea I’ve ever had,” she kept a hand on her stomach, smoothing her dress and working on making sure her smile was genuinely pleasant. After a moment or two, she patted Evi’s arm.
“Did you enjoy being informed that your future is bright and full of wonder?”
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Elysia could not deny what Evi said about Elias drawing people to him, though she didn’t think it was quite the same as moths to a flame. Moths usually wanted to go toward the light. To Elysia, Elias was a whirlpool; sail too close and you’re stuck stuck with no way out. No way out unless you died by the whirlpool’s design or the whirlpool itself dissipated. While she had no plans to murder Elias, she wouldn’t allow him to trap her forever, either. Whatever they had or didn’t have would run its course once their mutual interest in each other’s uses ran dry. The trick was to keep Elias from seeing to it that she or her husband were killed...that would be a problem but it wasn’t the problem right now and could wait.
The two of them wandered companionably toward the fortune teller, the curve of Elysia’s lips curving into something like a serene smile, even though she felt anything but. It was Evi who went first and Elysia raised an eyebrow, looking to see how Evi bore the ‘too on the nose’ fortune. Evi giggled and said, "Well, let’s hope he’s not standing behind me, eh?"
“She means me,” Elysia nudged Evi with her shoulder, and might have dropped a playful kiss against the other’s cheek if it was in any way decorous. Which it was not. If a lady were to indulge in that sort of thing from time to time, one had to be discrete. As it stood, Elysia and Evi had never broached that topic with one another and Elysia was certainly not going to do it in a public square in the middle of the afternoon. Certainly not in front of a fortune teller and definitely not without the excuse of wine. Wine covered a lot of ‘indiscretions that both parties could blame later, if they chose. Besides, the fortune teller had moved smoothly on, promising all sorts of wild things and holding out her palm for coin.
It was Elysia’s turn and she cut her eyes to Evi, lifted a single eyebrow, and then smiled at the fortune teller as she held out her hand, palm up. “My turn,” Elysia said in a smooth tone, offering this woman nothing whatsoever to read. Elysia did believe in the gods. Wholeheartedly. After all, she did claim to be sired of Zeus, and it would be entirely hypocritical not to believe in the divine; not to mention problematic.
The fortune teller bent over her Elysia’s palm, squinting, tracing lines, ‘hmming’ a good deal. Elysia flashed another glance at Evi before looking back at the fortune teller’s veiled head, now nearly level with her chin. Elysia pulled back just a little bit to gain some air. Incense clung to the fortune teller in eye watering amounts of sage, lemon, resin, and juniper.
”I see,” the fortune teller paused for so long that Elysia was almost going to prompt her to continue but then she raised back, staring hard. ”That you are at a forking path. Here. Choose carefully. And here. Oh this is bad. Very serious.”
Elysia’s veneer didn’t slip but she felt her stomach dip a little. Instead of demanding to know what the woman was on about, she smiled serenely at Evi. “Who doesn’t have to choose carefully in our current political climate?” But if this offended the fortune teller, the woman ignored it.
”I see betrayal,” the fortune teller practically jerked Elysia’s arm and for the first time that day, Elysia’s careful mask slipped and she frowned at the woman.
“My wrist is connected to my arm, which is connected to my shoulder.” Though her voice was smooth and clear, there was a cutting edge underneath. This didn’t appear to bother the fortune teller either.
”Lots of betrayal. Hmmm...I see a good deal of sorrow in your future.”
Elysia swallowed, taking back her hand, staring at the woman. She didn’t notice Evi paying for the sittings, nor did she stop her once she did notice. Her tongue went her lower lip slowly as she thought, and then, she shut down the nagging feeling that this woman might be a diviner of the gods after all. “Who doesn’t have problems?” Elysia said as she stood. Looking down at the fortune teller, she gathered her himation around her. “This is Athenia. If you don’t have a problem, you’re not breathing. Evi?”
Once she had her arm through her friend’s, she swept the two of them off, not actually looking at where they were going. She simply wanted to be away. Her head was swimming and she felt exposed. “That was not the best idea I’ve ever had,” she kept a hand on her stomach, smoothing her dress and working on making sure her smile was genuinely pleasant. After a moment or two, she patted Evi’s arm.
“Did you enjoy being informed that your future is bright and full of wonder?”
Elysia could not deny what Evi said about Elias drawing people to him, though she didn’t think it was quite the same as moths to a flame. Moths usually wanted to go toward the light. To Elysia, Elias was a whirlpool; sail too close and you’re stuck stuck with no way out. No way out unless you died by the whirlpool’s design or the whirlpool itself dissipated. While she had no plans to murder Elias, she wouldn’t allow him to trap her forever, either. Whatever they had or didn’t have would run its course once their mutual interest in each other’s uses ran dry. The trick was to keep Elias from seeing to it that she or her husband were killed...that would be a problem but it wasn’t the problem right now and could wait.
The two of them wandered companionably toward the fortune teller, the curve of Elysia’s lips curving into something like a serene smile, even though she felt anything but. It was Evi who went first and Elysia raised an eyebrow, looking to see how Evi bore the ‘too on the nose’ fortune. Evi giggled and said, "Well, let’s hope he’s not standing behind me, eh?"
“She means me,” Elysia nudged Evi with her shoulder, and might have dropped a playful kiss against the other’s cheek if it was in any way decorous. Which it was not. If a lady were to indulge in that sort of thing from time to time, one had to be discrete. As it stood, Elysia and Evi had never broached that topic with one another and Elysia was certainly not going to do it in a public square in the middle of the afternoon. Certainly not in front of a fortune teller and definitely not without the excuse of wine. Wine covered a lot of ‘indiscretions that both parties could blame later, if they chose. Besides, the fortune teller had moved smoothly on, promising all sorts of wild things and holding out her palm for coin.
It was Elysia’s turn and she cut her eyes to Evi, lifted a single eyebrow, and then smiled at the fortune teller as she held out her hand, palm up. “My turn,” Elysia said in a smooth tone, offering this woman nothing whatsoever to read. Elysia did believe in the gods. Wholeheartedly. After all, she did claim to be sired of Zeus, and it would be entirely hypocritical not to believe in the divine; not to mention problematic.
The fortune teller bent over her Elysia’s palm, squinting, tracing lines, ‘hmming’ a good deal. Elysia flashed another glance at Evi before looking back at the fortune teller’s veiled head, now nearly level with her chin. Elysia pulled back just a little bit to gain some air. Incense clung to the fortune teller in eye watering amounts of sage, lemon, resin, and juniper.
”I see,” the fortune teller paused for so long that Elysia was almost going to prompt her to continue but then she raised back, staring hard. ”That you are at a forking path. Here. Choose carefully. And here. Oh this is bad. Very serious.”
Elysia’s veneer didn’t slip but she felt her stomach dip a little. Instead of demanding to know what the woman was on about, she smiled serenely at Evi. “Who doesn’t have to choose carefully in our current political climate?” But if this offended the fortune teller, the woman ignored it.
”I see betrayal,” the fortune teller practically jerked Elysia’s arm and for the first time that day, Elysia’s careful mask slipped and she frowned at the woman.
“My wrist is connected to my arm, which is connected to my shoulder.” Though her voice was smooth and clear, there was a cutting edge underneath. This didn’t appear to bother the fortune teller either.
”Lots of betrayal. Hmmm...I see a good deal of sorrow in your future.”
Elysia swallowed, taking back her hand, staring at the woman. She didn’t notice Evi paying for the sittings, nor did she stop her once she did notice. Her tongue went her lower lip slowly as she thought, and then, she shut down the nagging feeling that this woman might be a diviner of the gods after all. “Who doesn’t have problems?” Elysia said as she stood. Looking down at the fortune teller, she gathered her himation around her. “This is Athenia. If you don’t have a problem, you’re not breathing. Evi?”
Once she had her arm through her friend’s, she swept the two of them off, not actually looking at where they were going. She simply wanted to be away. Her head was swimming and she felt exposed. “That was not the best idea I’ve ever had,” she kept a hand on her stomach, smoothing her dress and working on making sure her smile was genuinely pleasant. After a moment or two, she patted Evi’s arm.
“Did you enjoy being informed that your future is bright and full of wonder?”
Her friend’s fortune telling wasn’t filled with nearly the same joy as Evi’s own had been. Evi didn’t believe in soothsayers in general, especially ones who held stalls in the market waiting for coin to drop into their pockets as they shared people’s fortunes. If you told enough false truths, some of them were bound to come to light… especially if you remained as vague as this fortune teller had when speaking to them. Still, Evi paid as was only right, for the service. She didn’t take any heed to the words.
Elysia seemed to be struggling a little with her own fortune being told, however. When she finished paying, Evi turned to her friend and frowned, but said nothing. She linked arms with her friend, “No, it seems not…” the girl answered softly, not sure if there was anything she could say to make it easier on Elysia. She seemed to be hit hard by what the fortune teller had said. It was even Elysia’s idea to go to see the fortune teller. Did Elysia believe them for what they said? Evi had originally thought not, given her quips, just as Evi had given when her hand was the one on the table. But now, Elysia seemed quiet.
“Oh, well that’s something I already knew,” Evi tried to joke in an effort to lighten the mood from under the cloud that seemed to form above their heads. They heading back into the market, moving at a faster pace than Evi was expecting. “People are always telling me my future will be as bright as Apollo’s chariot as he drags the sun across the azure skies.” And it was true. The bookish girl was bright and intelligent, that much couldn’t be denied, but it was more than that. Evi radiated brilliance and shined with genuine care for everyone she met.
She was remembered as someone who enjoyed both small talk and deep, meaningful conversations, which are just two sides of the same coin for her. She was adept at steering conversations towards people and their own desires in ways that feel completely natural and unforced. Nothing was as important as simply having fun and experiencing life’s joys, in Evi’s eyes. She thought a lot of herself, of course, and truly believed that, though maybe not destined for greatness, she was worthy of everything the fortune teller had promised her. “How could you expect anything less, after all?”
The pair continued to walk, though the pace eventually slowed down and Evi snuck a glance over towards her friend. “I would ask you the same, but I know it to be untrue already. ‘Betrayal’ sounds a little to ominous, don’t you think? And ‘lots of it’, apparently.” The girl forced a giggle, as if completely disbelieving of the soothsayer’s words. Falling silent for a few moments, Evi fought hard in her mind for a change of topic. She didn’t like it when conversations took a darker turn, for it was so much harder to guide it when people were embroiled in their own thoughts. “And what of your children? How fare they?”
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Her friend’s fortune telling wasn’t filled with nearly the same joy as Evi’s own had been. Evi didn’t believe in soothsayers in general, especially ones who held stalls in the market waiting for coin to drop into their pockets as they shared people’s fortunes. If you told enough false truths, some of them were bound to come to light… especially if you remained as vague as this fortune teller had when speaking to them. Still, Evi paid as was only right, for the service. She didn’t take any heed to the words.
Elysia seemed to be struggling a little with her own fortune being told, however. When she finished paying, Evi turned to her friend and frowned, but said nothing. She linked arms with her friend, “No, it seems not…” the girl answered softly, not sure if there was anything she could say to make it easier on Elysia. She seemed to be hit hard by what the fortune teller had said. It was even Elysia’s idea to go to see the fortune teller. Did Elysia believe them for what they said? Evi had originally thought not, given her quips, just as Evi had given when her hand was the one on the table. But now, Elysia seemed quiet.
“Oh, well that’s something I already knew,” Evi tried to joke in an effort to lighten the mood from under the cloud that seemed to form above their heads. They heading back into the market, moving at a faster pace than Evi was expecting. “People are always telling me my future will be as bright as Apollo’s chariot as he drags the sun across the azure skies.” And it was true. The bookish girl was bright and intelligent, that much couldn’t be denied, but it was more than that. Evi radiated brilliance and shined with genuine care for everyone she met.
She was remembered as someone who enjoyed both small talk and deep, meaningful conversations, which are just two sides of the same coin for her. She was adept at steering conversations towards people and their own desires in ways that feel completely natural and unforced. Nothing was as important as simply having fun and experiencing life’s joys, in Evi’s eyes. She thought a lot of herself, of course, and truly believed that, though maybe not destined for greatness, she was worthy of everything the fortune teller had promised her. “How could you expect anything less, after all?”
The pair continued to walk, though the pace eventually slowed down and Evi snuck a glance over towards her friend. “I would ask you the same, but I know it to be untrue already. ‘Betrayal’ sounds a little to ominous, don’t you think? And ‘lots of it’, apparently.” The girl forced a giggle, as if completely disbelieving of the soothsayer’s words. Falling silent for a few moments, Evi fought hard in her mind for a change of topic. She didn’t like it when conversations took a darker turn, for it was so much harder to guide it when people were embroiled in their own thoughts. “And what of your children? How fare they?”
Her friend’s fortune telling wasn’t filled with nearly the same joy as Evi’s own had been. Evi didn’t believe in soothsayers in general, especially ones who held stalls in the market waiting for coin to drop into their pockets as they shared people’s fortunes. If you told enough false truths, some of them were bound to come to light… especially if you remained as vague as this fortune teller had when speaking to them. Still, Evi paid as was only right, for the service. She didn’t take any heed to the words.
Elysia seemed to be struggling a little with her own fortune being told, however. When she finished paying, Evi turned to her friend and frowned, but said nothing. She linked arms with her friend, “No, it seems not…” the girl answered softly, not sure if there was anything she could say to make it easier on Elysia. She seemed to be hit hard by what the fortune teller had said. It was even Elysia’s idea to go to see the fortune teller. Did Elysia believe them for what they said? Evi had originally thought not, given her quips, just as Evi had given when her hand was the one on the table. But now, Elysia seemed quiet.
“Oh, well that’s something I already knew,” Evi tried to joke in an effort to lighten the mood from under the cloud that seemed to form above their heads. They heading back into the market, moving at a faster pace than Evi was expecting. “People are always telling me my future will be as bright as Apollo’s chariot as he drags the sun across the azure skies.” And it was true. The bookish girl was bright and intelligent, that much couldn’t be denied, but it was more than that. Evi radiated brilliance and shined with genuine care for everyone she met.
She was remembered as someone who enjoyed both small talk and deep, meaningful conversations, which are just two sides of the same coin for her. She was adept at steering conversations towards people and their own desires in ways that feel completely natural and unforced. Nothing was as important as simply having fun and experiencing life’s joys, in Evi’s eyes. She thought a lot of herself, of course, and truly believed that, though maybe not destined for greatness, she was worthy of everything the fortune teller had promised her. “How could you expect anything less, after all?”
The pair continued to walk, though the pace eventually slowed down and Evi snuck a glance over towards her friend. “I would ask you the same, but I know it to be untrue already. ‘Betrayal’ sounds a little to ominous, don’t you think? And ‘lots of it’, apparently.” The girl forced a giggle, as if completely disbelieving of the soothsayer’s words. Falling silent for a few moments, Evi fought hard in her mind for a change of topic. She didn’t like it when conversations took a darker turn, for it was so much harder to guide it when people were embroiled in their own thoughts. “And what of your children? How fare they?”
She hadn’t meant for the soothsayer's words or fortune to mean anything at all but where Evi had believed Elysia didn’t believe in omens, there she was wrong. Elysia fully believed in omens. She didn’t believe everything she ever heard out of the mouth of someone being paid, but this was a bad omen. For Evi’s, she’d be a little more critical. Only listening to someone telling you good things was dangerous but an actual warning? The fortune teller was risking Elysia demanding her coin back or perhaps some sort of backlash. No, the logical part of Elysia’s mind grasped onto the fervor with which the old woman had spoken and her usual serenity was gone.
As they walked along, she listened with complete inattention as Evi ventured to hold some kind of conversation and she distantly heard herself saying things like “Yes, I suppose,” or “Of course,” and “It’s true,” but whether those things made sense with her friend’s actual words, she was less certain of. Her brows were drawn together and she walked with her eyes vacantly on the stones at their feet as they meandered the marketplace. Without her arm in Evi’s she would have been a little boat adrift on the water and followed wherever Evi led until Evi giggled and said, “I would ask you the same, but I know it to be untrue already. ‘Betrayal’ sounds a little to ominous, don’t you think? And ‘lots of it’, apparently.”
She finally looked at Evi, lips parted to say something. But as she looked into Evi’s wide, seemingly perfectly innocent eyes...she didn’t. Instead she looked down again and then away, letting the cloud of the moment pass. Evi was right. She was putting too much stock into this. Far too much. Nothing was certain. Nothing. Although it might be a good idea to visit a temple to see about some divine help.
“And what of your children? How fare they?”
“Oh they’re fine,” Elysia’s tone became dismissive and she did smile for real now. “Perfectly happy with their nanny. I don’t know why some people have such trouble with their children. That’s what nannies are for. Mine are perfect little things. I see them in the morning and for an hour or two in the evening and they’re nothing but gems. Honestly, this modern fashion of dispensing with nannies is the reason so many parents are having trouble. Make sure you get a nanny, Evi. One from Colchis. That’s where we got ours.”
She dropped her arm out of Evi’s and walked with her hands laced together in front of her for a few minutes. “Should we go swimming? I wouldn’t normally - sand, you know - but after that odious idea I had with that fortune teller I rather think a swim would be for the best. Wash off whatever ill omens she cast.”
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She hadn’t meant for the soothsayer's words or fortune to mean anything at all but where Evi had believed Elysia didn’t believe in omens, there she was wrong. Elysia fully believed in omens. She didn’t believe everything she ever heard out of the mouth of someone being paid, but this was a bad omen. For Evi’s, she’d be a little more critical. Only listening to someone telling you good things was dangerous but an actual warning? The fortune teller was risking Elysia demanding her coin back or perhaps some sort of backlash. No, the logical part of Elysia’s mind grasped onto the fervor with which the old woman had spoken and her usual serenity was gone.
As they walked along, she listened with complete inattention as Evi ventured to hold some kind of conversation and she distantly heard herself saying things like “Yes, I suppose,” or “Of course,” and “It’s true,” but whether those things made sense with her friend’s actual words, she was less certain of. Her brows were drawn together and she walked with her eyes vacantly on the stones at their feet as they meandered the marketplace. Without her arm in Evi’s she would have been a little boat adrift on the water and followed wherever Evi led until Evi giggled and said, “I would ask you the same, but I know it to be untrue already. ‘Betrayal’ sounds a little to ominous, don’t you think? And ‘lots of it’, apparently.”
She finally looked at Evi, lips parted to say something. But as she looked into Evi’s wide, seemingly perfectly innocent eyes...she didn’t. Instead she looked down again and then away, letting the cloud of the moment pass. Evi was right. She was putting too much stock into this. Far too much. Nothing was certain. Nothing. Although it might be a good idea to visit a temple to see about some divine help.
“And what of your children? How fare they?”
“Oh they’re fine,” Elysia’s tone became dismissive and she did smile for real now. “Perfectly happy with their nanny. I don’t know why some people have such trouble with their children. That’s what nannies are for. Mine are perfect little things. I see them in the morning and for an hour or two in the evening and they’re nothing but gems. Honestly, this modern fashion of dispensing with nannies is the reason so many parents are having trouble. Make sure you get a nanny, Evi. One from Colchis. That’s where we got ours.”
She dropped her arm out of Evi’s and walked with her hands laced together in front of her for a few minutes. “Should we go swimming? I wouldn’t normally - sand, you know - but after that odious idea I had with that fortune teller I rather think a swim would be for the best. Wash off whatever ill omens she cast.”
She hadn’t meant for the soothsayer's words or fortune to mean anything at all but where Evi had believed Elysia didn’t believe in omens, there she was wrong. Elysia fully believed in omens. She didn’t believe everything she ever heard out of the mouth of someone being paid, but this was a bad omen. For Evi’s, she’d be a little more critical. Only listening to someone telling you good things was dangerous but an actual warning? The fortune teller was risking Elysia demanding her coin back or perhaps some sort of backlash. No, the logical part of Elysia’s mind grasped onto the fervor with which the old woman had spoken and her usual serenity was gone.
As they walked along, she listened with complete inattention as Evi ventured to hold some kind of conversation and she distantly heard herself saying things like “Yes, I suppose,” or “Of course,” and “It’s true,” but whether those things made sense with her friend’s actual words, she was less certain of. Her brows were drawn together and she walked with her eyes vacantly on the stones at their feet as they meandered the marketplace. Without her arm in Evi’s she would have been a little boat adrift on the water and followed wherever Evi led until Evi giggled and said, “I would ask you the same, but I know it to be untrue already. ‘Betrayal’ sounds a little to ominous, don’t you think? And ‘lots of it’, apparently.”
She finally looked at Evi, lips parted to say something. But as she looked into Evi’s wide, seemingly perfectly innocent eyes...she didn’t. Instead she looked down again and then away, letting the cloud of the moment pass. Evi was right. She was putting too much stock into this. Far too much. Nothing was certain. Nothing. Although it might be a good idea to visit a temple to see about some divine help.
“And what of your children? How fare they?”
“Oh they’re fine,” Elysia’s tone became dismissive and she did smile for real now. “Perfectly happy with their nanny. I don’t know why some people have such trouble with their children. That’s what nannies are for. Mine are perfect little things. I see them in the morning and for an hour or two in the evening and they’re nothing but gems. Honestly, this modern fashion of dispensing with nannies is the reason so many parents are having trouble. Make sure you get a nanny, Evi. One from Colchis. That’s where we got ours.”
She dropped her arm out of Evi’s and walked with her hands laced together in front of her for a few minutes. “Should we go swimming? I wouldn’t normally - sand, you know - but after that odious idea I had with that fortune teller I rather think a swim would be for the best. Wash off whatever ill omens she cast.”
Elysia seemed lost in her own thoughts as Evi was talking. The fortune teller’s words were still lingering between them, and it caused Evi no small amount of confusion that Elysia was still mulling the words over in her mind. Evi believed in the Gods, and believed that their words could be spoken by oracles and fortune tellers… but not by ones who spent their days sat in the market waiting for people to give them coin. The words of the soothsayer were far too vague to be understood as sharing their fortunes. Talk of random doom and betrayal without any real guidance wasn’t what a soothsayer should be doing, surely.
“I’m glad to hear it,” the younger woman replied with her own wide smile, glad that they could move on from the moment and talk of lighter topics. “Yes that does sound rather perfect!” Evi hadn’t yet found a husband, let alone was ready to be thinking about children. But that was the job of the woman - to bring her husband sons and daughters… sons in particular. She knew that was what her future held, and she was looking forward to it. “One day, when I find myself that much needed man, I will be sure to remember your advice about getting a nanny.”
They walked together in silence for a few minutes, Evi still trying desperately for some new topic of conversation that would return Elysia to her bubbly self. It normally wasn’t this hard for her to keep the conversation flowing. “Hmm?” Evi murmured, “Swimming? I don’t see why not. It is a lovely day, after all. Swimming may be the perfect remedy to all our ills. How about the Baths? Then we can avoid the sand.” Evi changed direction, towards the baths.
The public loutra was located a little ways out of the market, and Evi fought to keep up some conversation, talking of everything and nothing, but mostly inconsequential matters that didn’t need Elysia to pay attention if she didn’t want to. They meandered through the streets as she talked. Silence at points could be comfortable, but after the soothsayer, this silence certainly wasn’t. The baths were large, with many pools, each with different temperatures. The warmest bath was Evi’s favourite, and she said as much to Elysia, hoping she would be happy with the choice.
“It’s been a while since I came to the loutra to bathe,” she admitted. She preferred to come with her sisters or mother and had never been with friends before, though she could see why it could be considered a social enterprise. Entering through the doors to the baths, Evi accepted two towels from one of the waiting servants and handed one to Elysia. She then wasted no time in stripping out of her chiton and undergarments, using the towel to protect her modesty before she actually got into the bath. When Elysia was ready too, Evi followed her out to the room with the warm baths, dipping her toe in and sighing, “Lovely.”
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Elysia seemed lost in her own thoughts as Evi was talking. The fortune teller’s words were still lingering between them, and it caused Evi no small amount of confusion that Elysia was still mulling the words over in her mind. Evi believed in the Gods, and believed that their words could be spoken by oracles and fortune tellers… but not by ones who spent their days sat in the market waiting for people to give them coin. The words of the soothsayer were far too vague to be understood as sharing their fortunes. Talk of random doom and betrayal without any real guidance wasn’t what a soothsayer should be doing, surely.
“I’m glad to hear it,” the younger woman replied with her own wide smile, glad that they could move on from the moment and talk of lighter topics. “Yes that does sound rather perfect!” Evi hadn’t yet found a husband, let alone was ready to be thinking about children. But that was the job of the woman - to bring her husband sons and daughters… sons in particular. She knew that was what her future held, and she was looking forward to it. “One day, when I find myself that much needed man, I will be sure to remember your advice about getting a nanny.”
They walked together in silence for a few minutes, Evi still trying desperately for some new topic of conversation that would return Elysia to her bubbly self. It normally wasn’t this hard for her to keep the conversation flowing. “Hmm?” Evi murmured, “Swimming? I don’t see why not. It is a lovely day, after all. Swimming may be the perfect remedy to all our ills. How about the Baths? Then we can avoid the sand.” Evi changed direction, towards the baths.
The public loutra was located a little ways out of the market, and Evi fought to keep up some conversation, talking of everything and nothing, but mostly inconsequential matters that didn’t need Elysia to pay attention if she didn’t want to. They meandered through the streets as she talked. Silence at points could be comfortable, but after the soothsayer, this silence certainly wasn’t. The baths were large, with many pools, each with different temperatures. The warmest bath was Evi’s favourite, and she said as much to Elysia, hoping she would be happy with the choice.
“It’s been a while since I came to the loutra to bathe,” she admitted. She preferred to come with her sisters or mother and had never been with friends before, though she could see why it could be considered a social enterprise. Entering through the doors to the baths, Evi accepted two towels from one of the waiting servants and handed one to Elysia. She then wasted no time in stripping out of her chiton and undergarments, using the towel to protect her modesty before she actually got into the bath. When Elysia was ready too, Evi followed her out to the room with the warm baths, dipping her toe in and sighing, “Lovely.”
Elysia seemed lost in her own thoughts as Evi was talking. The fortune teller’s words were still lingering between them, and it caused Evi no small amount of confusion that Elysia was still mulling the words over in her mind. Evi believed in the Gods, and believed that their words could be spoken by oracles and fortune tellers… but not by ones who spent their days sat in the market waiting for people to give them coin. The words of the soothsayer were far too vague to be understood as sharing their fortunes. Talk of random doom and betrayal without any real guidance wasn’t what a soothsayer should be doing, surely.
“I’m glad to hear it,” the younger woman replied with her own wide smile, glad that they could move on from the moment and talk of lighter topics. “Yes that does sound rather perfect!” Evi hadn’t yet found a husband, let alone was ready to be thinking about children. But that was the job of the woman - to bring her husband sons and daughters… sons in particular. She knew that was what her future held, and she was looking forward to it. “One day, when I find myself that much needed man, I will be sure to remember your advice about getting a nanny.”
They walked together in silence for a few minutes, Evi still trying desperately for some new topic of conversation that would return Elysia to her bubbly self. It normally wasn’t this hard for her to keep the conversation flowing. “Hmm?” Evi murmured, “Swimming? I don’t see why not. It is a lovely day, after all. Swimming may be the perfect remedy to all our ills. How about the Baths? Then we can avoid the sand.” Evi changed direction, towards the baths.
The public loutra was located a little ways out of the market, and Evi fought to keep up some conversation, talking of everything and nothing, but mostly inconsequential matters that didn’t need Elysia to pay attention if she didn’t want to. They meandered through the streets as she talked. Silence at points could be comfortable, but after the soothsayer, this silence certainly wasn’t. The baths were large, with many pools, each with different temperatures. The warmest bath was Evi’s favourite, and she said as much to Elysia, hoping she would be happy with the choice.
“It’s been a while since I came to the loutra to bathe,” she admitted. She preferred to come with her sisters or mother and had never been with friends before, though she could see why it could be considered a social enterprise. Entering through the doors to the baths, Evi accepted two towels from one of the waiting servants and handed one to Elysia. She then wasted no time in stripping out of her chiton and undergarments, using the towel to protect her modesty before she actually got into the bath. When Elysia was ready too, Evi followed her out to the room with the warm baths, dipping her toe in and sighing, “Lovely.”
The problem with fortune tellers and soothsayers, the frauds, anyway, was that they were usually very good at reading a person. Evi of Antonis was known in the city. Hers was a family prized by Athenian inhabitants and if not her name or face, at least her clothes gave away her status. Young and beautiful, wrapped in bright, expensive fabrics, endowed with the jewels befitting her station, Evi set a pretty picture of youth and society to the trained eye. Beside her, Elysia could be just as easily read. She too was beautiful, but her clothes were not as fine as the lady’s beside her, her jewels never to reach that level. She was too well dressed to be a servant and too underdressed to be a mere commoner. She was something in between. A climber. Someone straddling this level and that, and those people always could be depended upon to have doom and skeletons in their lives.
Elysia was a logical woman, but she was a faithful woman, too. It was at times like these that those two things clashed together and it was why she was having trouble shaking off the fortune teller’s words - because they were right. However vague, whether they came from guess or from the Divine, they were right. She didn’t like to be so exposed.
When Evi suggested the baths, rather than the cold of the sea, Elysia nodded, a small smile curving back onto her lips. “A fine idea,” she agreed and slipped her arm back through Evi’s. With extreme force of will, she banished the thoughts from her mind. It was a beautiful day. She was with her beautiful friend. There was no reason to obsess over something she could not change at this very moment. Better not to spoil the afternoon. There would be time enough for that come evening.
The public loutra was a beautiful thing to behold. Arching entrances whose lines followed a modern curve along the roof, extending back to the far wall. It gave the impression of being in a cave where water had worn the walls smooth and rippling. Below their feet, the stone floor was smooth and vividly painted with currents of blues and greens that wandered up the walls. With the bronze braziers casting golden light to see, reflecting the ripples of the bath’s surface, the interior of the building took on a far more natural quality than its outside would lead one to believe.
Accepting her towel from the servant, Elysia followed Evi into the partitioned off area that served to separate the women from the men. Long shelves sat on which to lay their folded garments and while she certainly could have trusted the servant to watch and guard her rings, bracelets, necklace, and earrings, Elysia did not remove them. She liked the way she looked with nothing on her but chains of silver and loops of gold. Turning to Evi to see if she was ready, Elysia’s gaze passed over her with a smile at Evi’s attempt at modesty. She said nothing to it, however, and kept her own towel over her arm as she led the way to the baths.
At the lip of the pool, Evi stopped but Elysia skirted the edge, laying her towel down, and then took the steps down into the water. “It is lovely,” she murmured, skimming her palms along the water’s surface. The smile that had been absent outside was back and she aimed a small warning splash at Evi’s feet. “Come in here! You’ll never rid yourself of curses if you continue to stand there looking beautiful but dry.”
Elysia extended her arms and lounged back in the water, chest up and eyes towards the ceiling as she floated on her back in the pool. There were people who were ashamed of their body but Elysia was not one of them. “There’s no one but me,” she teased. “Servants don’t count as people.” In truth, there weren’t really servants, either. Perhaps from time to time, but they were mostly behind partitions so as not to alarm guests by having a random person stare.
In baskets along the sides of the pools were jars of soaps. They were all the same kind, of course, but the smell was sweet and designed to relax whomever came to bathe.
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The problem with fortune tellers and soothsayers, the frauds, anyway, was that they were usually very good at reading a person. Evi of Antonis was known in the city. Hers was a family prized by Athenian inhabitants and if not her name or face, at least her clothes gave away her status. Young and beautiful, wrapped in bright, expensive fabrics, endowed with the jewels befitting her station, Evi set a pretty picture of youth and society to the trained eye. Beside her, Elysia could be just as easily read. She too was beautiful, but her clothes were not as fine as the lady’s beside her, her jewels never to reach that level. She was too well dressed to be a servant and too underdressed to be a mere commoner. She was something in between. A climber. Someone straddling this level and that, and those people always could be depended upon to have doom and skeletons in their lives.
Elysia was a logical woman, but she was a faithful woman, too. It was at times like these that those two things clashed together and it was why she was having trouble shaking off the fortune teller’s words - because they were right. However vague, whether they came from guess or from the Divine, they were right. She didn’t like to be so exposed.
When Evi suggested the baths, rather than the cold of the sea, Elysia nodded, a small smile curving back onto her lips. “A fine idea,” she agreed and slipped her arm back through Evi’s. With extreme force of will, she banished the thoughts from her mind. It was a beautiful day. She was with her beautiful friend. There was no reason to obsess over something she could not change at this very moment. Better not to spoil the afternoon. There would be time enough for that come evening.
The public loutra was a beautiful thing to behold. Arching entrances whose lines followed a modern curve along the roof, extending back to the far wall. It gave the impression of being in a cave where water had worn the walls smooth and rippling. Below their feet, the stone floor was smooth and vividly painted with currents of blues and greens that wandered up the walls. With the bronze braziers casting golden light to see, reflecting the ripples of the bath’s surface, the interior of the building took on a far more natural quality than its outside would lead one to believe.
Accepting her towel from the servant, Elysia followed Evi into the partitioned off area that served to separate the women from the men. Long shelves sat on which to lay their folded garments and while she certainly could have trusted the servant to watch and guard her rings, bracelets, necklace, and earrings, Elysia did not remove them. She liked the way she looked with nothing on her but chains of silver and loops of gold. Turning to Evi to see if she was ready, Elysia’s gaze passed over her with a smile at Evi’s attempt at modesty. She said nothing to it, however, and kept her own towel over her arm as she led the way to the baths.
At the lip of the pool, Evi stopped but Elysia skirted the edge, laying her towel down, and then took the steps down into the water. “It is lovely,” she murmured, skimming her palms along the water’s surface. The smile that had been absent outside was back and she aimed a small warning splash at Evi’s feet. “Come in here! You’ll never rid yourself of curses if you continue to stand there looking beautiful but dry.”
Elysia extended her arms and lounged back in the water, chest up and eyes towards the ceiling as she floated on her back in the pool. There were people who were ashamed of their body but Elysia was not one of them. “There’s no one but me,” she teased. “Servants don’t count as people.” In truth, there weren’t really servants, either. Perhaps from time to time, but they were mostly behind partitions so as not to alarm guests by having a random person stare.
In baskets along the sides of the pools were jars of soaps. They were all the same kind, of course, but the smell was sweet and designed to relax whomever came to bathe.
The problem with fortune tellers and soothsayers, the frauds, anyway, was that they were usually very good at reading a person. Evi of Antonis was known in the city. Hers was a family prized by Athenian inhabitants and if not her name or face, at least her clothes gave away her status. Young and beautiful, wrapped in bright, expensive fabrics, endowed with the jewels befitting her station, Evi set a pretty picture of youth and society to the trained eye. Beside her, Elysia could be just as easily read. She too was beautiful, but her clothes were not as fine as the lady’s beside her, her jewels never to reach that level. She was too well dressed to be a servant and too underdressed to be a mere commoner. She was something in between. A climber. Someone straddling this level and that, and those people always could be depended upon to have doom and skeletons in their lives.
Elysia was a logical woman, but she was a faithful woman, too. It was at times like these that those two things clashed together and it was why she was having trouble shaking off the fortune teller’s words - because they were right. However vague, whether they came from guess or from the Divine, they were right. She didn’t like to be so exposed.
When Evi suggested the baths, rather than the cold of the sea, Elysia nodded, a small smile curving back onto her lips. “A fine idea,” she agreed and slipped her arm back through Evi’s. With extreme force of will, she banished the thoughts from her mind. It was a beautiful day. She was with her beautiful friend. There was no reason to obsess over something she could not change at this very moment. Better not to spoil the afternoon. There would be time enough for that come evening.
The public loutra was a beautiful thing to behold. Arching entrances whose lines followed a modern curve along the roof, extending back to the far wall. It gave the impression of being in a cave where water had worn the walls smooth and rippling. Below their feet, the stone floor was smooth and vividly painted with currents of blues and greens that wandered up the walls. With the bronze braziers casting golden light to see, reflecting the ripples of the bath’s surface, the interior of the building took on a far more natural quality than its outside would lead one to believe.
Accepting her towel from the servant, Elysia followed Evi into the partitioned off area that served to separate the women from the men. Long shelves sat on which to lay their folded garments and while she certainly could have trusted the servant to watch and guard her rings, bracelets, necklace, and earrings, Elysia did not remove them. She liked the way she looked with nothing on her but chains of silver and loops of gold. Turning to Evi to see if she was ready, Elysia’s gaze passed over her with a smile at Evi’s attempt at modesty. She said nothing to it, however, and kept her own towel over her arm as she led the way to the baths.
At the lip of the pool, Evi stopped but Elysia skirted the edge, laying her towel down, and then took the steps down into the water. “It is lovely,” she murmured, skimming her palms along the water’s surface. The smile that had been absent outside was back and she aimed a small warning splash at Evi’s feet. “Come in here! You’ll never rid yourself of curses if you continue to stand there looking beautiful but dry.”
Elysia extended her arms and lounged back in the water, chest up and eyes towards the ceiling as she floated on her back in the pool. There were people who were ashamed of their body but Elysia was not one of them. “There’s no one but me,” she teased. “Servants don’t count as people.” In truth, there weren’t really servants, either. Perhaps from time to time, but they were mostly behind partitions so as not to alarm guests by having a random person stare.
In baskets along the sides of the pools were jars of soaps. They were all the same kind, of course, but the smell was sweet and designed to relax whomever came to bathe.
Elysia was not so as shy as Evi was when it came to walking in a state of undress. And why should she? Whilst Evi still had the developing body of someone who was only just finishing puberty, Elysia’s older form was completely present and beautiful besides. Evi felt a surge of jealousy as she thought of her still-youthful body, wishing she was just that little bit older, that little bit more mature. For a moment, it felt like years spanned between them, and Evi suddenly wondered what the older woman saw in her, why she liked her company.
The thought soon drifted out of her head as wisp-like as it had arrived, unable to take hold as they entered the room with the baths. The room was, in a word, magnificent. It was easy to marvel at the Grecian creations, the intricate stonework and suchlike. Even more amazing (Evi found because she was Marietta’s sister and Marietta loved things like this) was the temperature of this particular bath. Evi had often wondered why it was so warm and, as a child, she had slated it to magic. But that was not the case. Even with her keen and analytical mind, her love for learning, she still barely understood it. She supposed a part of her didn’t really want to know. It added to the mysticism of the place, a place where anyone could relax and be completely at peace.
Pulled out of her thoughts by the splash of water against her ankles, Evi’s body froze in place as her eyes quickly darted over to meet Elysia’s. The girl’s mouth rounded into a full ‘o’. She dropped her towel next to Elysia’s and lowered herself to sit on the side of the bath before plunging the rest of her body in. Evi tilted her head backwards, dipping her hair and allowing the water to skim the edge of her forehead and drown her ears but no further. It was delightfully warm and she immediately felt the knots in her shoulders dissipate. What did a girl her age have to be stressed about, anyway? “Yes, you were right, curses just wash away in the water,” the girl murmured happily, “I’ll have to remember that for the future.”
Evi half-hopped, half-swam to the edge of the baths, where beautifully smelling soaps were waiting to be used. She picked up one and sniffed at it: it was nice, but not one she wanted. It was shaded brown and smelled of vanilla, which came as no surprise, as the scent was a popular one, like it was found in most bakeries. No, Evi’s favourite was lavender, and it took a while to dig out the purple shaded bar. “No, I suppose you’re right,” Evi agreed, glancing around. They had chosen the perfect time to come apparently, with the baths empty save for themselves.
“I hope you like lavender,” Evi said with a smile, “It’s one of my favourites. Turn around, I’ll do your back for you.” Again, half-hopping, half-swimming, she made her way over to her friend and, assuming Elysia acquiesced to Evi’s request, she started lathering the soap in the water and pressed it against Elysia’s back.
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Elysia was not so as shy as Evi was when it came to walking in a state of undress. And why should she? Whilst Evi still had the developing body of someone who was only just finishing puberty, Elysia’s older form was completely present and beautiful besides. Evi felt a surge of jealousy as she thought of her still-youthful body, wishing she was just that little bit older, that little bit more mature. For a moment, it felt like years spanned between them, and Evi suddenly wondered what the older woman saw in her, why she liked her company.
The thought soon drifted out of her head as wisp-like as it had arrived, unable to take hold as they entered the room with the baths. The room was, in a word, magnificent. It was easy to marvel at the Grecian creations, the intricate stonework and suchlike. Even more amazing (Evi found because she was Marietta’s sister and Marietta loved things like this) was the temperature of this particular bath. Evi had often wondered why it was so warm and, as a child, she had slated it to magic. But that was not the case. Even with her keen and analytical mind, her love for learning, she still barely understood it. She supposed a part of her didn’t really want to know. It added to the mysticism of the place, a place where anyone could relax and be completely at peace.
Pulled out of her thoughts by the splash of water against her ankles, Evi’s body froze in place as her eyes quickly darted over to meet Elysia’s. The girl’s mouth rounded into a full ‘o’. She dropped her towel next to Elysia’s and lowered herself to sit on the side of the bath before plunging the rest of her body in. Evi tilted her head backwards, dipping her hair and allowing the water to skim the edge of her forehead and drown her ears but no further. It was delightfully warm and she immediately felt the knots in her shoulders dissipate. What did a girl her age have to be stressed about, anyway? “Yes, you were right, curses just wash away in the water,” the girl murmured happily, “I’ll have to remember that for the future.”
Evi half-hopped, half-swam to the edge of the baths, where beautifully smelling soaps were waiting to be used. She picked up one and sniffed at it: it was nice, but not one she wanted. It was shaded brown and smelled of vanilla, which came as no surprise, as the scent was a popular one, like it was found in most bakeries. No, Evi’s favourite was lavender, and it took a while to dig out the purple shaded bar. “No, I suppose you’re right,” Evi agreed, glancing around. They had chosen the perfect time to come apparently, with the baths empty save for themselves.
“I hope you like lavender,” Evi said with a smile, “It’s one of my favourites. Turn around, I’ll do your back for you.” Again, half-hopping, half-swimming, she made her way over to her friend and, assuming Elysia acquiesced to Evi’s request, she started lathering the soap in the water and pressed it against Elysia’s back.
Elysia was not so as shy as Evi was when it came to walking in a state of undress. And why should she? Whilst Evi still had the developing body of someone who was only just finishing puberty, Elysia’s older form was completely present and beautiful besides. Evi felt a surge of jealousy as she thought of her still-youthful body, wishing she was just that little bit older, that little bit more mature. For a moment, it felt like years spanned between them, and Evi suddenly wondered what the older woman saw in her, why she liked her company.
The thought soon drifted out of her head as wisp-like as it had arrived, unable to take hold as they entered the room with the baths. The room was, in a word, magnificent. It was easy to marvel at the Grecian creations, the intricate stonework and suchlike. Even more amazing (Evi found because she was Marietta’s sister and Marietta loved things like this) was the temperature of this particular bath. Evi had often wondered why it was so warm and, as a child, she had slated it to magic. But that was not the case. Even with her keen and analytical mind, her love for learning, she still barely understood it. She supposed a part of her didn’t really want to know. It added to the mysticism of the place, a place where anyone could relax and be completely at peace.
Pulled out of her thoughts by the splash of water against her ankles, Evi’s body froze in place as her eyes quickly darted over to meet Elysia’s. The girl’s mouth rounded into a full ‘o’. She dropped her towel next to Elysia’s and lowered herself to sit on the side of the bath before plunging the rest of her body in. Evi tilted her head backwards, dipping her hair and allowing the water to skim the edge of her forehead and drown her ears but no further. It was delightfully warm and she immediately felt the knots in her shoulders dissipate. What did a girl her age have to be stressed about, anyway? “Yes, you were right, curses just wash away in the water,” the girl murmured happily, “I’ll have to remember that for the future.”
Evi half-hopped, half-swam to the edge of the baths, where beautifully smelling soaps were waiting to be used. She picked up one and sniffed at it: it was nice, but not one she wanted. It was shaded brown and smelled of vanilla, which came as no surprise, as the scent was a popular one, like it was found in most bakeries. No, Evi’s favourite was lavender, and it took a while to dig out the purple shaded bar. “No, I suppose you’re right,” Evi agreed, glancing around. They had chosen the perfect time to come apparently, with the baths empty save for themselves.
“I hope you like lavender,” Evi said with a smile, “It’s one of my favourites. Turn around, I’ll do your back for you.” Again, half-hopping, half-swimming, she made her way over to her friend and, assuming Elysia acquiesced to Evi’s request, she started lathering the soap in the water and pressed it against Elysia’s back.
Evi clambered into the water, dipping enough to get her hair wet. Elysia wasn’t looking at her when she did it. Her eyes were on the mosaic ceiling as she drifted in the bath. The mosaic was a swirling blue sky with twirling clouds and spinning rays of beaming sun. The tiles were fired and reflected the light from the bronze bowl lamps down below. It added a luminosity to the sun and sky.
Elysia blinked slowly, thinking of her divine sire. There was no doubt in her mind that she was a daughter of Zeus. There was no other way to explain her beauty, her luck at being born into a noble house who embraced her every bit as much as a natural born daughter. They knew. The clouds and sky always made her think of Olympus and she wondered if, one day, Zeus might come to collect her like he had Hercules. She did hope that she wouldn’t have to perform a series of tedious tasks like he did - that would be stressful and needlessly cut into her enjoyment of life.
“Yes, you were right, curses just wash away in the water.” Evi’s voice brought her back to the present and she glanced over at her. “I’ll have to remember that for the future.”
“I am full of such wisdom,” she agreed. “Always listen to me.” She let her feet dip back down until she was touching the bottom of the pool again and slowly walked over to where Evi sifted through the soaps in the baskets. Elysia said nothing, though she did look Evi over openly. She had no plans, of course, but she was ever curious about people and at the moment she was checking for anything about Evi that might need to go in her journal - a scar or mark perhaps, or, even worse, an illicit tattoo or perhaps body modification. Honestly, she expected to find nothing and that was precisely what there was to find.
Evi turned then and held up soap. “I hope you like Lavender.”
“Who doesn’t like lavender?” Elysia smiled and dutifully turned when told to do so. She moved to the side of the pool and crossed her arms on the pool’s lip, resting her chin on them. Her eyes closed when Evi began rubbing her back. This reminded her: she needed a massage. The soap was smooth and the pleasant scent of lavender wafted into the steamy air.
“Aside from that horrid woman, I wish days could always be this easy,” she said dreamily.
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Evi clambered into the water, dipping enough to get her hair wet. Elysia wasn’t looking at her when she did it. Her eyes were on the mosaic ceiling as she drifted in the bath. The mosaic was a swirling blue sky with twirling clouds and spinning rays of beaming sun. The tiles were fired and reflected the light from the bronze bowl lamps down below. It added a luminosity to the sun and sky.
Elysia blinked slowly, thinking of her divine sire. There was no doubt in her mind that she was a daughter of Zeus. There was no other way to explain her beauty, her luck at being born into a noble house who embraced her every bit as much as a natural born daughter. They knew. The clouds and sky always made her think of Olympus and she wondered if, one day, Zeus might come to collect her like he had Hercules. She did hope that she wouldn’t have to perform a series of tedious tasks like he did - that would be stressful and needlessly cut into her enjoyment of life.
“Yes, you were right, curses just wash away in the water.” Evi’s voice brought her back to the present and she glanced over at her. “I’ll have to remember that for the future.”
“I am full of such wisdom,” she agreed. “Always listen to me.” She let her feet dip back down until she was touching the bottom of the pool again and slowly walked over to where Evi sifted through the soaps in the baskets. Elysia said nothing, though she did look Evi over openly. She had no plans, of course, but she was ever curious about people and at the moment she was checking for anything about Evi that might need to go in her journal - a scar or mark perhaps, or, even worse, an illicit tattoo or perhaps body modification. Honestly, she expected to find nothing and that was precisely what there was to find.
Evi turned then and held up soap. “I hope you like Lavender.”
“Who doesn’t like lavender?” Elysia smiled and dutifully turned when told to do so. She moved to the side of the pool and crossed her arms on the pool’s lip, resting her chin on them. Her eyes closed when Evi began rubbing her back. This reminded her: she needed a massage. The soap was smooth and the pleasant scent of lavender wafted into the steamy air.
“Aside from that horrid woman, I wish days could always be this easy,” she said dreamily.
Evi clambered into the water, dipping enough to get her hair wet. Elysia wasn’t looking at her when she did it. Her eyes were on the mosaic ceiling as she drifted in the bath. The mosaic was a swirling blue sky with twirling clouds and spinning rays of beaming sun. The tiles were fired and reflected the light from the bronze bowl lamps down below. It added a luminosity to the sun and sky.
Elysia blinked slowly, thinking of her divine sire. There was no doubt in her mind that she was a daughter of Zeus. There was no other way to explain her beauty, her luck at being born into a noble house who embraced her every bit as much as a natural born daughter. They knew. The clouds and sky always made her think of Olympus and she wondered if, one day, Zeus might come to collect her like he had Hercules. She did hope that she wouldn’t have to perform a series of tedious tasks like he did - that would be stressful and needlessly cut into her enjoyment of life.
“Yes, you were right, curses just wash away in the water.” Evi’s voice brought her back to the present and she glanced over at her. “I’ll have to remember that for the future.”
“I am full of such wisdom,” she agreed. “Always listen to me.” She let her feet dip back down until she was touching the bottom of the pool again and slowly walked over to where Evi sifted through the soaps in the baskets. Elysia said nothing, though she did look Evi over openly. She had no plans, of course, but she was ever curious about people and at the moment she was checking for anything about Evi that might need to go in her journal - a scar or mark perhaps, or, even worse, an illicit tattoo or perhaps body modification. Honestly, she expected to find nothing and that was precisely what there was to find.
Evi turned then and held up soap. “I hope you like Lavender.”
“Who doesn’t like lavender?” Elysia smiled and dutifully turned when told to do so. She moved to the side of the pool and crossed her arms on the pool’s lip, resting her chin on them. Her eyes closed when Evi began rubbing her back. This reminded her: she needed a massage. The soap was smooth and the pleasant scent of lavender wafted into the steamy air.
“Aside from that horrid woman, I wish days could always be this easy,” she said dreamily.
Giggling, Evi agreed quietly that she would always listen for Elysia’s advice. She was older, more wizened to the world, of course she would be right about everything. And, if the rumours were true, she was married to a man who knew everything too. When she turned, she saw Elysia scrutinising her. “Like what you see?” she giggled again, enjoying the warmth and salts of the bath maybe a little too much and giving her an elevated sense of confidence. Evi knew she was beautiful - she had been told by enough people, and she had youth on her side: just ten-and-seven.
Evi rubbed the soap in circled upon Elysia’s back, using her other hand to lather it more with the water, two hands moving in circles in opposite directions across the older woman’s flawless back. She also ran her hands along Elysia’s upper arms, cleaning them as she went. “Well, yes, exactly…” she murmured, agreeing. On her part, lavender was one of the best scents around. So strong and potent, it was hard to mistake and so easy to notice.
Completing a second run of Elysia’s back, Evi noticed that Elysia was now seemingly sinking into the bath, such was her level of relaxation. Evi hoped that the memory of their visit to the soothsayer was wilting away as well. Elysia had seemed so uneasy after they had left the fortune teller’s tent.
“There, all clean and I hope all stress-free as well,” she whispered, keen not to break the spell that had fallen over them in the silence of the baths. It was uncommon to have a bath all to themselves. Normally people were always coming and going, but the Gods had smiled down on them this day and they had had the space for just the two of them. Evi placed the soap back in the little basket as she looked at her other hands. Her fingers had gone all wrinkly in the time since she had entered the baths.
“I’m becoming a prune,” the younger girl complained, though her voice was still soft, she was a little dichotomous because she still sounded cheerful. “Would that we could spend all day in the water, but alas we are not fish. Time to get out, I’m afraid.” Evi exited first, ungracefully exiting the baths by heaving herself over the side rather than via the steps. She padded with wet feet around to collect her towel, which she wrapped around herself and she sat down in one of the stone benches surrounding the baths. allowing the rest of her body, the parts not covered by the towel, to drip dry. The room itself was warmed by the steam from the pool so it was not uncomfortable to sit after exiting the bath.
Evi watched as Elysia made a much more elegant exit from the pools. Of course she would: everything Elysia did was refined and perfect. Evi childishly bit the corner of her towel as Elysia wrapped her own around her. “I think we should round off this day by searching out some good food. I have a hankering for fish… yes.” She made up her mind for both of them. “Yes, let’s go on the hunt for some fish… and maybe I’ll eat the vegetables that come with it.” She smiled brightly and extended her hand, there to get changed and finish their little soiree in town.
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Giggling, Evi agreed quietly that she would always listen for Elysia’s advice. She was older, more wizened to the world, of course she would be right about everything. And, if the rumours were true, she was married to a man who knew everything too. When she turned, she saw Elysia scrutinising her. “Like what you see?” she giggled again, enjoying the warmth and salts of the bath maybe a little too much and giving her an elevated sense of confidence. Evi knew she was beautiful - she had been told by enough people, and she had youth on her side: just ten-and-seven.
Evi rubbed the soap in circled upon Elysia’s back, using her other hand to lather it more with the water, two hands moving in circles in opposite directions across the older woman’s flawless back. She also ran her hands along Elysia’s upper arms, cleaning them as she went. “Well, yes, exactly…” she murmured, agreeing. On her part, lavender was one of the best scents around. So strong and potent, it was hard to mistake and so easy to notice.
Completing a second run of Elysia’s back, Evi noticed that Elysia was now seemingly sinking into the bath, such was her level of relaxation. Evi hoped that the memory of their visit to the soothsayer was wilting away as well. Elysia had seemed so uneasy after they had left the fortune teller’s tent.
“There, all clean and I hope all stress-free as well,” she whispered, keen not to break the spell that had fallen over them in the silence of the baths. It was uncommon to have a bath all to themselves. Normally people were always coming and going, but the Gods had smiled down on them this day and they had had the space for just the two of them. Evi placed the soap back in the little basket as she looked at her other hands. Her fingers had gone all wrinkly in the time since she had entered the baths.
“I’m becoming a prune,” the younger girl complained, though her voice was still soft, she was a little dichotomous because she still sounded cheerful. “Would that we could spend all day in the water, but alas we are not fish. Time to get out, I’m afraid.” Evi exited first, ungracefully exiting the baths by heaving herself over the side rather than via the steps. She padded with wet feet around to collect her towel, which she wrapped around herself and she sat down in one of the stone benches surrounding the baths. allowing the rest of her body, the parts not covered by the towel, to drip dry. The room itself was warmed by the steam from the pool so it was not uncomfortable to sit after exiting the bath.
Evi watched as Elysia made a much more elegant exit from the pools. Of course she would: everything Elysia did was refined and perfect. Evi childishly bit the corner of her towel as Elysia wrapped her own around her. “I think we should round off this day by searching out some good food. I have a hankering for fish… yes.” She made up her mind for both of them. “Yes, let’s go on the hunt for some fish… and maybe I’ll eat the vegetables that come with it.” She smiled brightly and extended her hand, there to get changed and finish their little soiree in town.
Giggling, Evi agreed quietly that she would always listen for Elysia’s advice. She was older, more wizened to the world, of course she would be right about everything. And, if the rumours were true, she was married to a man who knew everything too. When she turned, she saw Elysia scrutinising her. “Like what you see?” she giggled again, enjoying the warmth and salts of the bath maybe a little too much and giving her an elevated sense of confidence. Evi knew she was beautiful - she had been told by enough people, and she had youth on her side: just ten-and-seven.
Evi rubbed the soap in circled upon Elysia’s back, using her other hand to lather it more with the water, two hands moving in circles in opposite directions across the older woman’s flawless back. She also ran her hands along Elysia’s upper arms, cleaning them as she went. “Well, yes, exactly…” she murmured, agreeing. On her part, lavender was one of the best scents around. So strong and potent, it was hard to mistake and so easy to notice.
Completing a second run of Elysia’s back, Evi noticed that Elysia was now seemingly sinking into the bath, such was her level of relaxation. Evi hoped that the memory of their visit to the soothsayer was wilting away as well. Elysia had seemed so uneasy after they had left the fortune teller’s tent.
“There, all clean and I hope all stress-free as well,” she whispered, keen not to break the spell that had fallen over them in the silence of the baths. It was uncommon to have a bath all to themselves. Normally people were always coming and going, but the Gods had smiled down on them this day and they had had the space for just the two of them. Evi placed the soap back in the little basket as she looked at her other hands. Her fingers had gone all wrinkly in the time since she had entered the baths.
“I’m becoming a prune,” the younger girl complained, though her voice was still soft, she was a little dichotomous because she still sounded cheerful. “Would that we could spend all day in the water, but alas we are not fish. Time to get out, I’m afraid.” Evi exited first, ungracefully exiting the baths by heaving herself over the side rather than via the steps. She padded with wet feet around to collect her towel, which she wrapped around herself and she sat down in one of the stone benches surrounding the baths. allowing the rest of her body, the parts not covered by the towel, to drip dry. The room itself was warmed by the steam from the pool so it was not uncomfortable to sit after exiting the bath.
Evi watched as Elysia made a much more elegant exit from the pools. Of course she would: everything Elysia did was refined and perfect. Evi childishly bit the corner of her towel as Elysia wrapped her own around her. “I think we should round off this day by searching out some good food. I have a hankering for fish… yes.” She made up her mind for both of them. “Yes, let’s go on the hunt for some fish… and maybe I’ll eat the vegetables that come with it.” She smiled brightly and extended her hand, there to get changed and finish their little soiree in town.
