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Colchis has finally recovered from the ravages of the fire! To celebrate, Queen Yanni has ordered the bi-annual festival of Zeus to commence! A celebration in testament to the King of the Gods, the people of Midas paint their doorframes in gold lacquer - a show of respect for Zeus' mighty lightning bolts - and place plates of bread and fruit outside their doors for all travellers to accept in thanks. To show signs of respect to the strange traveller could be, after all to show respect to the great King who likes to walk among his loyal in the guise of the average commoner. Now, night is starting to fall and beacons have been lit. Celebrations are on-going as the market fills with gold and jewellery merchants and exotic traders from far off lands, as dancing and music begin. The only thing more exciting? Is when the swords are brought out and men perform the deadly Dance of Knives in honour of the strength of Zeus and an entire bull is spit roasted and served up to the people after thanks and honour are given to the King of Kings.
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Colchis has finally recovered from the ravages of the fire! To celebrate, Queen Yanni has ordered the bi-annual festival of Zeus to commence! A celebration in testament to the King of the Gods, the people of Midas paint their doorframes in gold lacquer - a show of respect for Zeus' mighty lightning bolts - and place plates of bread and fruit outside their doors for all travellers to accept in thanks. To show signs of respect to the strange traveller could be, after all to show respect to the great King who likes to walk among his loyal in the guise of the average commoner. Now, night is starting to fall and beacons have been lit. Celebrations are on-going as the market fills with gold and jewellery merchants and exotic traders from far off lands, as dancing and music begin. The only thing more exciting? Is when the swords are brought out and men perform the deadly Dance of Knives in honour of the strength of Zeus and an entire bull is spit roasted and served up to the people after thanks and honour are given to the King of Kings.
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Colchis has finally recovered from the ravages of the fire! To celebrate, Queen Yanni has ordered the bi-annual festival of Zeus to commence! A celebration in testament to the King of the Gods, the people of Midas paint their doorframes in gold lacquer - a show of respect for Zeus' mighty lightning bolts - and place plates of bread and fruit outside their doors for all travellers to accept in thanks. To show signs of respect to the strange traveller could be, after all to show respect to the great King who likes to walk among his loyal in the guise of the average commoner. Now, night is starting to fall and beacons have been lit. Celebrations are on-going as the market fills with gold and jewellery merchants and exotic traders from far off lands, as dancing and music begin. The only thing more exciting? Is when the swords are brought out and men perform the deadly Dance of Knives in honour of the strength of Zeus and an entire bull is spit roasted and served up to the people after thanks and honour are given to the King of Kings.
Spiro had managed to survive another year- those years marked by the one event he came into on his first stay in Colchis. Of course the nights always sent drunken fools into the streets or those who couldn't hold down their liquor and Spiro tended to take advantage of these nights, but this year he wanted to be a stranger in the crowd.
So the tall Grecian man with his shaw and curly hair glided down the street looking for familiar faces in the crowd. The merchants called to passerby's and Spiro smiled at the travelers kindly declining their offers. Slowly he weaved his way to the familiar booth with its stone and wooden figurines. Mrs. Cosse and her son- who Spiro had only seen on occasions but never met- both of their faces were so joyful and filled with the laughter and gaiety that came with the events of the nights.
Gently Spiro gave the joyful little Mrs. Cosse a hug and spun her around; shouts of laughter and playful 'put me down silly!' erupted from the little woman. The woman's son (who looked little like his mother) scowled at Spiro. Spiro kindly extended a hand to shake, a kind and soft greeting, but it was not taken.
"Enjoying the events Mrs. Cosse?" Spiro asked turning back to the little shop keeper.
"I've been going to this night for my whole life Sparrow- I wouldn't miss it for the world!" The little old woman said with spunk. Spiro chuckled and was surprised to see the woman present a fine crystal statue of the God Zeus. The young man could tell by the look on Mrs. Cosse's son's face that this statue was of upmost importance to their family. "My husband would have wanted you to have this."
Spiro was grateful but he couldn't just take it with open arms, it would seem greedy. So he declined but the statue was put into his hands and was not going back to its original owner anytime soon. Spiro just smiled and said he would see them in the morning and went on his way. The statue wasn't large but it was worth some gold that was for sure. Sprio's boyish smile was at full show as he looked over the events happening and the joy that filled the streets.
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Spiro had managed to survive another year- those years marked by the one event he came into on his first stay in Colchis. Of course the nights always sent drunken fools into the streets or those who couldn't hold down their liquor and Spiro tended to take advantage of these nights, but this year he wanted to be a stranger in the crowd.
So the tall Grecian man with his shaw and curly hair glided down the street looking for familiar faces in the crowd. The merchants called to passerby's and Spiro smiled at the travelers kindly declining their offers. Slowly he weaved his way to the familiar booth with its stone and wooden figurines. Mrs. Cosse and her son- who Spiro had only seen on occasions but never met- both of their faces were so joyful and filled with the laughter and gaiety that came with the events of the nights.
Gently Spiro gave the joyful little Mrs. Cosse a hug and spun her around; shouts of laughter and playful 'put me down silly!' erupted from the little woman. The woman's son (who looked little like his mother) scowled at Spiro. Spiro kindly extended a hand to shake, a kind and soft greeting, but it was not taken.
"Enjoying the events Mrs. Cosse?" Spiro asked turning back to the little shop keeper.
"I've been going to this night for my whole life Sparrow- I wouldn't miss it for the world!" The little old woman said with spunk. Spiro chuckled and was surprised to see the woman present a fine crystal statue of the God Zeus. The young man could tell by the look on Mrs. Cosse's son's face that this statue was of upmost importance to their family. "My husband would have wanted you to have this."
Spiro was grateful but he couldn't just take it with open arms, it would seem greedy. So he declined but the statue was put into his hands and was not going back to its original owner anytime soon. Spiro just smiled and said he would see them in the morning and went on his way. The statue wasn't large but it was worth some gold that was for sure. Sprio's boyish smile was at full show as he looked over the events happening and the joy that filled the streets.
Spiro had managed to survive another year- those years marked by the one event he came into on his first stay in Colchis. Of course the nights always sent drunken fools into the streets or those who couldn't hold down their liquor and Spiro tended to take advantage of these nights, but this year he wanted to be a stranger in the crowd.
So the tall Grecian man with his shaw and curly hair glided down the street looking for familiar faces in the crowd. The merchants called to passerby's and Spiro smiled at the travelers kindly declining their offers. Slowly he weaved his way to the familiar booth with its stone and wooden figurines. Mrs. Cosse and her son- who Spiro had only seen on occasions but never met- both of their faces were so joyful and filled with the laughter and gaiety that came with the events of the nights.
Gently Spiro gave the joyful little Mrs. Cosse a hug and spun her around; shouts of laughter and playful 'put me down silly!' erupted from the little woman. The woman's son (who looked little like his mother) scowled at Spiro. Spiro kindly extended a hand to shake, a kind and soft greeting, but it was not taken.
"Enjoying the events Mrs. Cosse?" Spiro asked turning back to the little shop keeper.
"I've been going to this night for my whole life Sparrow- I wouldn't miss it for the world!" The little old woman said with spunk. Spiro chuckled and was surprised to see the woman present a fine crystal statue of the God Zeus. The young man could tell by the look on Mrs. Cosse's son's face that this statue was of upmost importance to their family. "My husband would have wanted you to have this."
Spiro was grateful but he couldn't just take it with open arms, it would seem greedy. So he declined but the statue was put into his hands and was not going back to its original owner anytime soon. Spiro just smiled and said he would see them in the morning and went on his way. The statue wasn't large but it was worth some gold that was for sure. Sprio's boyish smile was at full show as he looked over the events happening and the joy that filled the streets.
Nighttime was quickly falling, but the city was still alight with the excitement of its people. After all, the people had much to celebrate after Midas had rebuilt in the wake of the fires and Queen Yanni was gracious enough to provide with the festival of Zeus. Between the merchants, the music, and the shows of strength, it was clear that tonight would be a night filled with laughter and joy for all those who could fight of the peaceful lull of Hypnos’s lullaby.
However, the joy of the evening had yet to be shared by one boy who quickly darted in between the market stalls, clearly in search of something fairly specific that none of the foreign merchants seemed to be carrying. A look of panic took up his features as he called out to the formidable dog at his side every time it wandered just a bit too close to some of the food stalls for the boy’s liking. This lumbering brute had an expression that made up for the boy’s worry with his tail wagging quickly and a small grin on his face. Some of the marketgoers smiled at the dog’s clear happiness, but whenever the boy caught sight of what his beast was doing, the scowl deepened on his face before he snapped at the dog, but only those within a few feet of the boy could hear his sharp words above the rising din of the crowd.
“Vang! Knock it off!” Babis hissed at the dog as he tugged at the short rope leash, pulling his canine away from yet another butcher stand. Anyone who knew the youngest Eliades child and heard these words would know that this was wildly outside the norm for Babis as he normally doted on the dog. However, tonight was a wildly different story as even the king of pranks couldn’t believe how terribly Vang the dog had misbehaved that evening.
Just a few moments prior, while the pair had been passing some residences on his way to the market, Babis had made the mistake of taking his eye off of Vang while he watched a dance performance happening in the street. That singular moment was all it took for Vang to wander to a full plate of food, left out in offering to the king of the gods and scarf down a full loaf of bread. When Babis did finally notice that his dog was not at his side, it was already too late. His dog had eaten an offering for the gods.
This was not good. This was not good at all.
Babis was lucky enough to pull Vang away before he could turn his muzzle to the other food on the plate, but the damage had still been done. (Though, by some stroke of luck, no one had seen what his dog had done.) Knowing full well that he’d never be able to worm his way out of this one, Babis had rushed off to the market with Vang in tow, intent on finding a new loaf of bread to replace what the dog had stolen before anyone noticed. That was easier said than done, however, as many of the stalls here focused on more on trinkets from lands afar rather than the goods that would normally be found, only adding to Babis’s frustrations as he struggled to find what he needed while keeping a firm hold on Vang’s leash.
Forget the Dance of Knives, this alone was a real show of strength on this twelve-year-old’s part.
Though perhaps this frustration was what truly blinded him as he moved through the people and lost himself in his thoughts. As he was so focused on finding some bread that he didn’t notice that he was on a collision course with another person until it was too late.
Babis ran into them head-on, pulling a startled noise from him as he stumbled backwards and accidentally dropped Vang’s leash. Alerted by the noise, the dog yapped at the boy and ran in a small circle around him, simply doing what the Eliades family had trained him to do. However, the dog was used to not being on a leash when he did this and within a moment, the dog had accidentally encircled Babis and the poor soul he had run into a small knot at their ankles with the rope.
“Vang! Enough!” Babis yelled as he reached for the rope at his ankle, trying to push it off so that he might reassure his overprotective guard dog that he was perfectly fine. The dog continued to yap until the young boy finally shouted, “Vang! That’s enough!” His tone was sharp enough that it brought the canine to a halt and he plopped down in a huff at the boy’s still entangled feet.
It was at this moment Babis realized that there was another person ensnared with him and he looked up at them with an expression that conveyed his embarrassment over what happened and his frustration that his dog would do such a thing.
“Sorry. Stupid dog.” He said in a pointed tone before bending down to fiddle with his end of the rope. His fingers moved quickly, trying to free himself as quickly as he could before more time was going to be wasted. But little did he know, his annoyance did nothing to help his fumbling fingers and this stranger was going to have to help as a result.
What a terrible start to an amazing night…
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Nighttime was quickly falling, but the city was still alight with the excitement of its people. After all, the people had much to celebrate after Midas had rebuilt in the wake of the fires and Queen Yanni was gracious enough to provide with the festival of Zeus. Between the merchants, the music, and the shows of strength, it was clear that tonight would be a night filled with laughter and joy for all those who could fight of the peaceful lull of Hypnos’s lullaby.
However, the joy of the evening had yet to be shared by one boy who quickly darted in between the market stalls, clearly in search of something fairly specific that none of the foreign merchants seemed to be carrying. A look of panic took up his features as he called out to the formidable dog at his side every time it wandered just a bit too close to some of the food stalls for the boy’s liking. This lumbering brute had an expression that made up for the boy’s worry with his tail wagging quickly and a small grin on his face. Some of the marketgoers smiled at the dog’s clear happiness, but whenever the boy caught sight of what his beast was doing, the scowl deepened on his face before he snapped at the dog, but only those within a few feet of the boy could hear his sharp words above the rising din of the crowd.
“Vang! Knock it off!” Babis hissed at the dog as he tugged at the short rope leash, pulling his canine away from yet another butcher stand. Anyone who knew the youngest Eliades child and heard these words would know that this was wildly outside the norm for Babis as he normally doted on the dog. However, tonight was a wildly different story as even the king of pranks couldn’t believe how terribly Vang the dog had misbehaved that evening.
Just a few moments prior, while the pair had been passing some residences on his way to the market, Babis had made the mistake of taking his eye off of Vang while he watched a dance performance happening in the street. That singular moment was all it took for Vang to wander to a full plate of food, left out in offering to the king of the gods and scarf down a full loaf of bread. When Babis did finally notice that his dog was not at his side, it was already too late. His dog had eaten an offering for the gods.
This was not good. This was not good at all.
Babis was lucky enough to pull Vang away before he could turn his muzzle to the other food on the plate, but the damage had still been done. (Though, by some stroke of luck, no one had seen what his dog had done.) Knowing full well that he’d never be able to worm his way out of this one, Babis had rushed off to the market with Vang in tow, intent on finding a new loaf of bread to replace what the dog had stolen before anyone noticed. That was easier said than done, however, as many of the stalls here focused on more on trinkets from lands afar rather than the goods that would normally be found, only adding to Babis’s frustrations as he struggled to find what he needed while keeping a firm hold on Vang’s leash.
Forget the Dance of Knives, this alone was a real show of strength on this twelve-year-old’s part.
Though perhaps this frustration was what truly blinded him as he moved through the people and lost himself in his thoughts. As he was so focused on finding some bread that he didn’t notice that he was on a collision course with another person until it was too late.
Babis ran into them head-on, pulling a startled noise from him as he stumbled backwards and accidentally dropped Vang’s leash. Alerted by the noise, the dog yapped at the boy and ran in a small circle around him, simply doing what the Eliades family had trained him to do. However, the dog was used to not being on a leash when he did this and within a moment, the dog had accidentally encircled Babis and the poor soul he had run into a small knot at their ankles with the rope.
“Vang! Enough!” Babis yelled as he reached for the rope at his ankle, trying to push it off so that he might reassure his overprotective guard dog that he was perfectly fine. The dog continued to yap until the young boy finally shouted, “Vang! That’s enough!” His tone was sharp enough that it brought the canine to a halt and he plopped down in a huff at the boy’s still entangled feet.
It was at this moment Babis realized that there was another person ensnared with him and he looked up at them with an expression that conveyed his embarrassment over what happened and his frustration that his dog would do such a thing.
“Sorry. Stupid dog.” He said in a pointed tone before bending down to fiddle with his end of the rope. His fingers moved quickly, trying to free himself as quickly as he could before more time was going to be wasted. But little did he know, his annoyance did nothing to help his fumbling fingers and this stranger was going to have to help as a result.
What a terrible start to an amazing night…
Nighttime was quickly falling, but the city was still alight with the excitement of its people. After all, the people had much to celebrate after Midas had rebuilt in the wake of the fires and Queen Yanni was gracious enough to provide with the festival of Zeus. Between the merchants, the music, and the shows of strength, it was clear that tonight would be a night filled with laughter and joy for all those who could fight of the peaceful lull of Hypnos’s lullaby.
However, the joy of the evening had yet to be shared by one boy who quickly darted in between the market stalls, clearly in search of something fairly specific that none of the foreign merchants seemed to be carrying. A look of panic took up his features as he called out to the formidable dog at his side every time it wandered just a bit too close to some of the food stalls for the boy’s liking. This lumbering brute had an expression that made up for the boy’s worry with his tail wagging quickly and a small grin on his face. Some of the marketgoers smiled at the dog’s clear happiness, but whenever the boy caught sight of what his beast was doing, the scowl deepened on his face before he snapped at the dog, but only those within a few feet of the boy could hear his sharp words above the rising din of the crowd.
“Vang! Knock it off!” Babis hissed at the dog as he tugged at the short rope leash, pulling his canine away from yet another butcher stand. Anyone who knew the youngest Eliades child and heard these words would know that this was wildly outside the norm for Babis as he normally doted on the dog. However, tonight was a wildly different story as even the king of pranks couldn’t believe how terribly Vang the dog had misbehaved that evening.
Just a few moments prior, while the pair had been passing some residences on his way to the market, Babis had made the mistake of taking his eye off of Vang while he watched a dance performance happening in the street. That singular moment was all it took for Vang to wander to a full plate of food, left out in offering to the king of the gods and scarf down a full loaf of bread. When Babis did finally notice that his dog was not at his side, it was already too late. His dog had eaten an offering for the gods.
This was not good. This was not good at all.
Babis was lucky enough to pull Vang away before he could turn his muzzle to the other food on the plate, but the damage had still been done. (Though, by some stroke of luck, no one had seen what his dog had done.) Knowing full well that he’d never be able to worm his way out of this one, Babis had rushed off to the market with Vang in tow, intent on finding a new loaf of bread to replace what the dog had stolen before anyone noticed. That was easier said than done, however, as many of the stalls here focused on more on trinkets from lands afar rather than the goods that would normally be found, only adding to Babis’s frustrations as he struggled to find what he needed while keeping a firm hold on Vang’s leash.
Forget the Dance of Knives, this alone was a real show of strength on this twelve-year-old’s part.
Though perhaps this frustration was what truly blinded him as he moved through the people and lost himself in his thoughts. As he was so focused on finding some bread that he didn’t notice that he was on a collision course with another person until it was too late.
Babis ran into them head-on, pulling a startled noise from him as he stumbled backwards and accidentally dropped Vang’s leash. Alerted by the noise, the dog yapped at the boy and ran in a small circle around him, simply doing what the Eliades family had trained him to do. However, the dog was used to not being on a leash when he did this and within a moment, the dog had accidentally encircled Babis and the poor soul he had run into a small knot at their ankles with the rope.
“Vang! Enough!” Babis yelled as he reached for the rope at his ankle, trying to push it off so that he might reassure his overprotective guard dog that he was perfectly fine. The dog continued to yap until the young boy finally shouted, “Vang! That’s enough!” His tone was sharp enough that it brought the canine to a halt and he plopped down in a huff at the boy’s still entangled feet.
It was at this moment Babis realized that there was another person ensnared with him and he looked up at them with an expression that conveyed his embarrassment over what happened and his frustration that his dog would do such a thing.
“Sorry. Stupid dog.” He said in a pointed tone before bending down to fiddle with his end of the rope. His fingers moved quickly, trying to free himself as quickly as he could before more time was going to be wasted. But little did he know, his annoyance did nothing to help his fumbling fingers and this stranger was going to have to help as a result.
What a terrible start to an amazing night…
As the city reveled in its festival, Kairos was no small amount of pleased with herself. The pleasant night, and the wine she had downed earlier spread a warmth through her body she usually only felt when she sank a blade into flesh, when fire and blood rained supreme over the field. Kairos's cold eyes scanned the streets, somewhat amused by the revelry to Zeus. Kairos respected the great King of all Gods, but she would never revere him as some did. Indeed, he was great and powerful, but her Patron would always be dearest to her. Ares, God of War, called deeply to her in a way no other God did. He sang a hymn on the field made up of screams and clashing axes, and he marched to the beat of his own drum.
Zeus ruled, but Ares and Thanaton decided the fate of all men in the end.
Kairos's heavy armor may have stood out a bit in such a mood, the dark plate and full mask giving the appearance of a demon of myth striding through the streets. Raw power dripped from her steps, and her height allowed her to stand clear above the crowds. Not that she was terribly interested in blending in, she was rather intent on moving through and outside of the city as quickly as possible.
After all, Kairos had just gutted a man in his own home. The merchant had made some powerful enemies it seemed. Powerful enough they paid good coin to see him dead. She'd simply knocked on his door, and when he opened it, she'd slammed a stolen blade into his chest, and pushed the man inside. Once there, she'd began the long process of gutting him, cutting off the limbs, and finally, leaving his head on a fire poker. The intent was his wife would return in a week to see this, and once news spread, she'd get a bonus for leaving the correct message.
Kairos didn't really care either way. She also didn't care what the man had done. His house slave hadn't wept or screamed as she worked, so she could assume he probably wasn't the nicest of masters, which was... well, she didn't give a damn. Even had he been the kindest man in all the world, she had given her word to kill him. And that was not a thing she took lightly. She'd spent a few moments staring at the young man, and at the fear in his eyes. She dropped a pouch of coins into the boys hands, and rushed him from the house. As he dissipated into the night, Kairos had muttered a silent prayer to Poseidon for his safe journeys.
She'd left, quickly cleaned the blood in the sea, and spent a few moments drying off. After that she'd set off into the city, searching for her contact. It took her less than an hour to find the man, sitting at a table with some wine. She sat across from him, her hellish mask glinting in the torchlight of the night.
"It's done, Merchant."
The man across from her physically startled, his hands shaking as he tried to keep hold of his glass.
"By the Gods, Man, don't scare me like that."
Kairos snorted behind her mask.
"Then be alert."
The two glared at each other, Kairos's eyes barely visible through the holes in the helmet, burning into his own with the fires of molten brass.
"Where's the coin?"
The man dropped the sack of coins onto the table, turning his nose up at the woman.
"You'll get the rest when I hear you did as I asked."
Kairos tapped her gauntlets along the table, the metal claws going up and down with irritation. Kairos disliked jobs that had so many.. complications. The extra demands, the shock of the man not being alone. It was aggravating, but she couldn't very well gut him for being annoying. The Gods might get annoyed.
"Fine. But remember, what I did to him, I do to you if you cheat me. Hades itself will not hide you."
"I'm well aware of that, Mercenary. You will get your pay."
"Good."
With that, Kairos rose from the seat, putting the sack of coins into her hip bag. So it seemed she was free for the night. What to do now, hm? Perhaps she could find some pretty young girl who wouldn't remember her armor, and spend the night with Aphrodite, burning away the memories of what she'd done.
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As the city reveled in its festival, Kairos was no small amount of pleased with herself. The pleasant night, and the wine she had downed earlier spread a warmth through her body she usually only felt when she sank a blade into flesh, when fire and blood rained supreme over the field. Kairos's cold eyes scanned the streets, somewhat amused by the revelry to Zeus. Kairos respected the great King of all Gods, but she would never revere him as some did. Indeed, he was great and powerful, but her Patron would always be dearest to her. Ares, God of War, called deeply to her in a way no other God did. He sang a hymn on the field made up of screams and clashing axes, and he marched to the beat of his own drum.
Zeus ruled, but Ares and Thanaton decided the fate of all men in the end.
Kairos's heavy armor may have stood out a bit in such a mood, the dark plate and full mask giving the appearance of a demon of myth striding through the streets. Raw power dripped from her steps, and her height allowed her to stand clear above the crowds. Not that she was terribly interested in blending in, she was rather intent on moving through and outside of the city as quickly as possible.
After all, Kairos had just gutted a man in his own home. The merchant had made some powerful enemies it seemed. Powerful enough they paid good coin to see him dead. She'd simply knocked on his door, and when he opened it, she'd slammed a stolen blade into his chest, and pushed the man inside. Once there, she'd began the long process of gutting him, cutting off the limbs, and finally, leaving his head on a fire poker. The intent was his wife would return in a week to see this, and once news spread, she'd get a bonus for leaving the correct message.
Kairos didn't really care either way. She also didn't care what the man had done. His house slave hadn't wept or screamed as she worked, so she could assume he probably wasn't the nicest of masters, which was... well, she didn't give a damn. Even had he been the kindest man in all the world, she had given her word to kill him. And that was not a thing she took lightly. She'd spent a few moments staring at the young man, and at the fear in his eyes. She dropped a pouch of coins into the boys hands, and rushed him from the house. As he dissipated into the night, Kairos had muttered a silent prayer to Poseidon for his safe journeys.
She'd left, quickly cleaned the blood in the sea, and spent a few moments drying off. After that she'd set off into the city, searching for her contact. It took her less than an hour to find the man, sitting at a table with some wine. She sat across from him, her hellish mask glinting in the torchlight of the night.
"It's done, Merchant."
The man across from her physically startled, his hands shaking as he tried to keep hold of his glass.
"By the Gods, Man, don't scare me like that."
Kairos snorted behind her mask.
"Then be alert."
The two glared at each other, Kairos's eyes barely visible through the holes in the helmet, burning into his own with the fires of molten brass.
"Where's the coin?"
The man dropped the sack of coins onto the table, turning his nose up at the woman.
"You'll get the rest when I hear you did as I asked."
Kairos tapped her gauntlets along the table, the metal claws going up and down with irritation. Kairos disliked jobs that had so many.. complications. The extra demands, the shock of the man not being alone. It was aggravating, but she couldn't very well gut him for being annoying. The Gods might get annoyed.
"Fine. But remember, what I did to him, I do to you if you cheat me. Hades itself will not hide you."
"I'm well aware of that, Mercenary. You will get your pay."
"Good."
With that, Kairos rose from the seat, putting the sack of coins into her hip bag. So it seemed she was free for the night. What to do now, hm? Perhaps she could find some pretty young girl who wouldn't remember her armor, and spend the night with Aphrodite, burning away the memories of what she'd done.
As the city reveled in its festival, Kairos was no small amount of pleased with herself. The pleasant night, and the wine she had downed earlier spread a warmth through her body she usually only felt when she sank a blade into flesh, when fire and blood rained supreme over the field. Kairos's cold eyes scanned the streets, somewhat amused by the revelry to Zeus. Kairos respected the great King of all Gods, but she would never revere him as some did. Indeed, he was great and powerful, but her Patron would always be dearest to her. Ares, God of War, called deeply to her in a way no other God did. He sang a hymn on the field made up of screams and clashing axes, and he marched to the beat of his own drum.
Zeus ruled, but Ares and Thanaton decided the fate of all men in the end.
Kairos's heavy armor may have stood out a bit in such a mood, the dark plate and full mask giving the appearance of a demon of myth striding through the streets. Raw power dripped from her steps, and her height allowed her to stand clear above the crowds. Not that she was terribly interested in blending in, she was rather intent on moving through and outside of the city as quickly as possible.
After all, Kairos had just gutted a man in his own home. The merchant had made some powerful enemies it seemed. Powerful enough they paid good coin to see him dead. She'd simply knocked on his door, and when he opened it, she'd slammed a stolen blade into his chest, and pushed the man inside. Once there, she'd began the long process of gutting him, cutting off the limbs, and finally, leaving his head on a fire poker. The intent was his wife would return in a week to see this, and once news spread, she'd get a bonus for leaving the correct message.
Kairos didn't really care either way. She also didn't care what the man had done. His house slave hadn't wept or screamed as she worked, so she could assume he probably wasn't the nicest of masters, which was... well, she didn't give a damn. Even had he been the kindest man in all the world, she had given her word to kill him. And that was not a thing she took lightly. She'd spent a few moments staring at the young man, and at the fear in his eyes. She dropped a pouch of coins into the boys hands, and rushed him from the house. As he dissipated into the night, Kairos had muttered a silent prayer to Poseidon for his safe journeys.
She'd left, quickly cleaned the blood in the sea, and spent a few moments drying off. After that she'd set off into the city, searching for her contact. It took her less than an hour to find the man, sitting at a table with some wine. She sat across from him, her hellish mask glinting in the torchlight of the night.
"It's done, Merchant."
The man across from her physically startled, his hands shaking as he tried to keep hold of his glass.
"By the Gods, Man, don't scare me like that."
Kairos snorted behind her mask.
"Then be alert."
The two glared at each other, Kairos's eyes barely visible through the holes in the helmet, burning into his own with the fires of molten brass.
"Where's the coin?"
The man dropped the sack of coins onto the table, turning his nose up at the woman.
"You'll get the rest when I hear you did as I asked."
Kairos tapped her gauntlets along the table, the metal claws going up and down with irritation. Kairos disliked jobs that had so many.. complications. The extra demands, the shock of the man not being alone. It was aggravating, but she couldn't very well gut him for being annoying. The Gods might get annoyed.
"Fine. But remember, what I did to him, I do to you if you cheat me. Hades itself will not hide you."
"I'm well aware of that, Mercenary. You will get your pay."
"Good."
With that, Kairos rose from the seat, putting the sack of coins into her hip bag. So it seemed she was free for the night. What to do now, hm? Perhaps she could find some pretty young girl who wouldn't remember her armor, and spend the night with Aphrodite, burning away the memories of what she'd done.
Mihail did not mind the festival of Zeus. Though he often avoided such events - whether it was out of a general distaste for the Kotas family or just because he didn't entirely consider Zeus all that worthy of attention (not that this was something he would openly admit) - on this occasion, he had been feeling amicable. The festival was a far more charming event than others, even just aesthetically, and Mihail found himself particularly partial to the upcoming dance, if partially because the men were generally rather nice to look at. He would be the first to admit he wasn't exactly subtle about his sexual interests.
With the hour growing later and darkness starting to envelop the city of Midas, Mihail was feeling especially pretty as he slinked from stall to stall to admire the exotic goods that were on sale. Pretty would have to be the word for it as he had never really been masculine in any sense of the word, and with little more lighting than the beacons illuminating the markets, it would not be unreasonable almost to think him female. It was almost ironic: in his earliest years, Mihail would have glared at any who dared refer to him as anything but a man, even loathing the affectionate nickname his sisters had given him, but now that he was older and had grown far more confident in himself, whether someone mistook him for the opposite gender or not, he was hardly bothered. Some would even say that he made an effort to be mistaken as such, with black kohl outlining his eyes to bring out their more honeyed colour, his crimson chiton slightly cinched at the waist and beloved viper resting on his shoulders. He looked a pretty, long-haired boy, and he was relishing the attention of fluttering his eyelashes at some of the handsome men who couldn't quite tell his gender in the twilight.
The youngest Thanasi paused at one of the stalls to exchange a few coins for a goblet of wine, though for once he did not down the thick red liquid as thirstily as he was prone to do. Instead, he swirled the drink in its container as he stepped away again, his attention pulled towards a tall figure who appeared to be in full armour despite the warm wind in the air and casual nature of the festival. Mihail did not mind a man who wished to show off his physical prowess, nor was he shy, and he strolled towards the armoured man, taking a sip from his goblet as he paused before him.
"Are we not perhaps a little overdressed for the festivities?" he smirked, looking him up and down as his spare hand rested on his hip and he rested the half-empty goblet on one of the empty tables beside the pair so that he might gently stroke the snake that hissed so disdainfully at the stranger. "I can't say I'm overly keen on that helmet of yours - it's going to scare my darling."
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Mihail did not mind the festival of Zeus. Though he often avoided such events - whether it was out of a general distaste for the Kotas family or just because he didn't entirely consider Zeus all that worthy of attention (not that this was something he would openly admit) - on this occasion, he had been feeling amicable. The festival was a far more charming event than others, even just aesthetically, and Mihail found himself particularly partial to the upcoming dance, if partially because the men were generally rather nice to look at. He would be the first to admit he wasn't exactly subtle about his sexual interests.
With the hour growing later and darkness starting to envelop the city of Midas, Mihail was feeling especially pretty as he slinked from stall to stall to admire the exotic goods that were on sale. Pretty would have to be the word for it as he had never really been masculine in any sense of the word, and with little more lighting than the beacons illuminating the markets, it would not be unreasonable almost to think him female. It was almost ironic: in his earliest years, Mihail would have glared at any who dared refer to him as anything but a man, even loathing the affectionate nickname his sisters had given him, but now that he was older and had grown far more confident in himself, whether someone mistook him for the opposite gender or not, he was hardly bothered. Some would even say that he made an effort to be mistaken as such, with black kohl outlining his eyes to bring out their more honeyed colour, his crimson chiton slightly cinched at the waist and beloved viper resting on his shoulders. He looked a pretty, long-haired boy, and he was relishing the attention of fluttering his eyelashes at some of the handsome men who couldn't quite tell his gender in the twilight.
The youngest Thanasi paused at one of the stalls to exchange a few coins for a goblet of wine, though for once he did not down the thick red liquid as thirstily as he was prone to do. Instead, he swirled the drink in its container as he stepped away again, his attention pulled towards a tall figure who appeared to be in full armour despite the warm wind in the air and casual nature of the festival. Mihail did not mind a man who wished to show off his physical prowess, nor was he shy, and he strolled towards the armoured man, taking a sip from his goblet as he paused before him.
"Are we not perhaps a little overdressed for the festivities?" he smirked, looking him up and down as his spare hand rested on his hip and he rested the half-empty goblet on one of the empty tables beside the pair so that he might gently stroke the snake that hissed so disdainfully at the stranger. "I can't say I'm overly keen on that helmet of yours - it's going to scare my darling."
Mihail did not mind the festival of Zeus. Though he often avoided such events - whether it was out of a general distaste for the Kotas family or just because he didn't entirely consider Zeus all that worthy of attention (not that this was something he would openly admit) - on this occasion, he had been feeling amicable. The festival was a far more charming event than others, even just aesthetically, and Mihail found himself particularly partial to the upcoming dance, if partially because the men were generally rather nice to look at. He would be the first to admit he wasn't exactly subtle about his sexual interests.
With the hour growing later and darkness starting to envelop the city of Midas, Mihail was feeling especially pretty as he slinked from stall to stall to admire the exotic goods that were on sale. Pretty would have to be the word for it as he had never really been masculine in any sense of the word, and with little more lighting than the beacons illuminating the markets, it would not be unreasonable almost to think him female. It was almost ironic: in his earliest years, Mihail would have glared at any who dared refer to him as anything but a man, even loathing the affectionate nickname his sisters had given him, but now that he was older and had grown far more confident in himself, whether someone mistook him for the opposite gender or not, he was hardly bothered. Some would even say that he made an effort to be mistaken as such, with black kohl outlining his eyes to bring out their more honeyed colour, his crimson chiton slightly cinched at the waist and beloved viper resting on his shoulders. He looked a pretty, long-haired boy, and he was relishing the attention of fluttering his eyelashes at some of the handsome men who couldn't quite tell his gender in the twilight.
The youngest Thanasi paused at one of the stalls to exchange a few coins for a goblet of wine, though for once he did not down the thick red liquid as thirstily as he was prone to do. Instead, he swirled the drink in its container as he stepped away again, his attention pulled towards a tall figure who appeared to be in full armour despite the warm wind in the air and casual nature of the festival. Mihail did not mind a man who wished to show off his physical prowess, nor was he shy, and he strolled towards the armoured man, taking a sip from his goblet as he paused before him.
"Are we not perhaps a little overdressed for the festivities?" he smirked, looking him up and down as his spare hand rested on his hip and he rested the half-empty goblet on one of the empty tables beside the pair so that he might gently stroke the snake that hissed so disdainfully at the stranger. "I can't say I'm overly keen on that helmet of yours - it's going to scare my darling."
Kairos's eyes turned to the small...
Man?
Woman?
Child?
Child.
She hadn't entirely anticipated someone coming up too her this quickly. She had been hoping for a chance to stash her armor, and return in a less conspicuous outfit. It seemed the Gods would have vengeance for her crimes, however. By sending a small child to harass her. Cruel indeed.
Kairos stared at the child for a moment, carrying a serpent much like some scarf. Who the hell would do this? And why? Was it some sort of fashion statement? Kairos would be the first to admit she hadn't spent much time in civilization lately, but the fashions... well, they could have changed this drastically.
After a moments contemplation, Kairos speaks. Her voice rolls from the elaborate helmet, brassy and booming, like a avalanche down a cliff-side. There's something off about it, ever so slightly, but the helmet's qualities could easily account for it.
"One is never overdressed in Colchis."
After this, Kairos nearly snorts in amusement.
"The helmet is not designed to be "keen." It is for protection."
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Kairos's eyes turned to the small...
Man?
Woman?
Child?
Child.
She hadn't entirely anticipated someone coming up too her this quickly. She had been hoping for a chance to stash her armor, and return in a less conspicuous outfit. It seemed the Gods would have vengeance for her crimes, however. By sending a small child to harass her. Cruel indeed.
Kairos stared at the child for a moment, carrying a serpent much like some scarf. Who the hell would do this? And why? Was it some sort of fashion statement? Kairos would be the first to admit she hadn't spent much time in civilization lately, but the fashions... well, they could have changed this drastically.
After a moments contemplation, Kairos speaks. Her voice rolls from the elaborate helmet, brassy and booming, like a avalanche down a cliff-side. There's something off about it, ever so slightly, but the helmet's qualities could easily account for it.
"One is never overdressed in Colchis."
After this, Kairos nearly snorts in amusement.
"The helmet is not designed to be "keen." It is for protection."
Kairos's eyes turned to the small...
Man?
Woman?
Child?
Child.
She hadn't entirely anticipated someone coming up too her this quickly. She had been hoping for a chance to stash her armor, and return in a less conspicuous outfit. It seemed the Gods would have vengeance for her crimes, however. By sending a small child to harass her. Cruel indeed.
Kairos stared at the child for a moment, carrying a serpent much like some scarf. Who the hell would do this? And why? Was it some sort of fashion statement? Kairos would be the first to admit she hadn't spent much time in civilization lately, but the fashions... well, they could have changed this drastically.
After a moments contemplation, Kairos speaks. Her voice rolls from the elaborate helmet, brassy and booming, like a avalanche down a cliff-side. There's something off about it, ever so slightly, but the helmet's qualities could easily account for it.
"One is never overdressed in Colchis."
After this, Kairos nearly snorts in amusement.
"The helmet is not designed to be "keen." It is for protection."
The following events were something Spiro never thought would occur in the order that they did. Right as a show began and the shouting and hollering along with it. The smell of death lingered on someone’s coat and Spiro wondered what had happened. But the man did not pursue- only when a familiar shape floated near by did Spiro turn and found Mihail draped over some armored fool- no doubt where the stench of the underworld came from.
A cry came at the mans feet, only after almost knocking him over. What Spiro presumed was the boys dog danced in circles around the pair- the leash wrapping around them. Spiro chuckled at the boy and his dog both seeming to be looking for fun which Spiro could easily supply this night. Stretching his hand out to the dog to sniff Spiro took the leash with a firm grip careful not to spook the dog or think that his owner was going to be harmed.
Smiling his boyish grin Spiro offered his hand to the young boy and helped him to his feet and unwound the leash from around the both of them. ”Pretty smart dog you’ve got young one, but perhaps a stronger grip on his lead would serve you well?” Spiro chuckled teasing the boy playfully as he handed the leash back to its owner.
”Tell me are you not with your parents? Or do they trust your furred friend to keep you safe?” The tall man knelt down and began to pet the dog lovingly, Spiro always wanted a dog or an animal companion to have fun like this growing up.
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The following events were something Spiro never thought would occur in the order that they did. Right as a show began and the shouting and hollering along with it. The smell of death lingered on someone’s coat and Spiro wondered what had happened. But the man did not pursue- only when a familiar shape floated near by did Spiro turn and found Mihail draped over some armored fool- no doubt where the stench of the underworld came from.
A cry came at the mans feet, only after almost knocking him over. What Spiro presumed was the boys dog danced in circles around the pair- the leash wrapping around them. Spiro chuckled at the boy and his dog both seeming to be looking for fun which Spiro could easily supply this night. Stretching his hand out to the dog to sniff Spiro took the leash with a firm grip careful not to spook the dog or think that his owner was going to be harmed.
Smiling his boyish grin Spiro offered his hand to the young boy and helped him to his feet and unwound the leash from around the both of them. ”Pretty smart dog you’ve got young one, but perhaps a stronger grip on his lead would serve you well?” Spiro chuckled teasing the boy playfully as he handed the leash back to its owner.
”Tell me are you not with your parents? Or do they trust your furred friend to keep you safe?” The tall man knelt down and began to pet the dog lovingly, Spiro always wanted a dog or an animal companion to have fun like this growing up.
The following events were something Spiro never thought would occur in the order that they did. Right as a show began and the shouting and hollering along with it. The smell of death lingered on someone’s coat and Spiro wondered what had happened. But the man did not pursue- only when a familiar shape floated near by did Spiro turn and found Mihail draped over some armored fool- no doubt where the stench of the underworld came from.
A cry came at the mans feet, only after almost knocking him over. What Spiro presumed was the boys dog danced in circles around the pair- the leash wrapping around them. Spiro chuckled at the boy and his dog both seeming to be looking for fun which Spiro could easily supply this night. Stretching his hand out to the dog to sniff Spiro took the leash with a firm grip careful not to spook the dog or think that his owner was going to be harmed.
Smiling his boyish grin Spiro offered his hand to the young boy and helped him to his feet and unwound the leash from around the both of them. ”Pretty smart dog you’ve got young one, but perhaps a stronger grip on his lead would serve you well?” Spiro chuckled teasing the boy playfully as he handed the leash back to its owner.
”Tell me are you not with your parents? Or do they trust your furred friend to keep you safe?” The tall man knelt down and began to pet the dog lovingly, Spiro always wanted a dog or an animal companion to have fun like this growing up.
After a myriad of events which had damaged Colchis, be it physically or mentally to the people of the rocky kingdom, it was nice to finally have something to celebrate. Her mother in law had instructed for the celebrations, and as the dutiful daughter in law as she was, Evras had assisted in ensuring it was all pulled off without a hitch.
Struggling through her intense periods of weariness of late, the dark-haired maiden managed to ensure that the runners had permeated every inch of Midas to annouce to the people the commencement of the festival of Zeus. Her visits to the temple had to be halved as she focused her time on arranging for the Dance of the Knives to take place at night, an event which many in Midas looked forward to. The few bulls had to be selected and prepared to roast the morning itself, and it was late evening by the time the princess had had time to dress and ready herself for the festivities.
Knowing her husband would be busy, she did not bother the prince as she readied herself. Handmaidens did the job of drying and curling her air in the golden filligree, before dressing her in the deep mahogany red chiton which fell to her ankles. Not noticing how her beige and gold belt hung more snugly around her waist as her maids dress her, the floral patterns in light pink brought a smile to her lips as she ensured the folds fell properly. The fibulae fastening the material together over both her shoulders were shaped in the likeness of a bear, but her bracelets were of snakes curling their way up her lower arm, ending just below her elbow, her way of representing both her Houses.
The excitement was palpable, even as Evras headed out of the Kotas mansion towards the carriage awaiting her arrival. While she was used to travelling with a barely-sufficient retinue, recent events has resulted in Evras now having to travel with a far larger number of companions. Four footmen waited, one holding the door, while another three handmaidens trailed behind her. It was a number that Evras found excessive really, but not one to purposely create an argument, she simply accepted the decision and lived with it.
By the time Evras got to the square, the celebratory mood was in full swing, much to her delight. Queen Yanni was said to make an appearance later to officiate the beginning of the Dance of the Knives, and Evras would be there by her side. But till then, she had the freedom to roam around the market as long as she was accompanied, and she intended to take that chance. Besides, it has been quite some time since she's seen her family aside from Mihail, and she quite missed her sisters.
Helped down by one of the footmen before the carriage bearing the insignia of the Kotas house rolled away, Evras now found herself easily swept up by the people of Midas as she waded into the market area. She greeted the few people she knew,pointedly ignored those who still gave her a side-eye due to the rumors that surrounded herself and her sisters, and simply browsed the stalls, purchasing a few items for herself and her little family as she strolled.
For a brief moment, she paused as her eyes caught sight of a familiar head of curled hair much like her own, before she smiled, recognizing the figure of her youngest brother. Mihail was a promiscuous child, and had always been one ever since his infanthood, as much as Evras could remember. Perhaps it was due to the fact that they were both the youngest of ther genders within the family, but Evras doted on her youngest, and was quick to shift her pathway to head towards his direction once she spied him.
Arriving just in time to hear his companion's amused comment, Evras lightly brushed her hand against Mihails' shoulder as she approached by his side, smiling at her brother before turning to the helmeted figure, a curious look in her blue-green gaze. "Your darling can do with some scaring, Mihail." she murmured gently to her brother, the soft-spoken manner Evras was known for. Politely, she nodded at the helmeted figure. "However, my brother has a point. Perhaps a helmet is a little... out of place in a square for festivities?" the smile the princess wore was kind, while polite as she continued, gesturing nearby where the young lord of Eliades seems to have arrived at the event with his pet in tow, in conversation with another young man. "There are young children around, and they would be quite uncomfortable with a masked fellow wandering around the square, I assume." After all, even the guards assigned for the day by the royal family were simply armored, but wore no helmet.
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After a myriad of events which had damaged Colchis, be it physically or mentally to the people of the rocky kingdom, it was nice to finally have something to celebrate. Her mother in law had instructed for the celebrations, and as the dutiful daughter in law as she was, Evras had assisted in ensuring it was all pulled off without a hitch.
Struggling through her intense periods of weariness of late, the dark-haired maiden managed to ensure that the runners had permeated every inch of Midas to annouce to the people the commencement of the festival of Zeus. Her visits to the temple had to be halved as she focused her time on arranging for the Dance of the Knives to take place at night, an event which many in Midas looked forward to. The few bulls had to be selected and prepared to roast the morning itself, and it was late evening by the time the princess had had time to dress and ready herself for the festivities.
Knowing her husband would be busy, she did not bother the prince as she readied herself. Handmaidens did the job of drying and curling her air in the golden filligree, before dressing her in the deep mahogany red chiton which fell to her ankles. Not noticing how her beige and gold belt hung more snugly around her waist as her maids dress her, the floral patterns in light pink brought a smile to her lips as she ensured the folds fell properly. The fibulae fastening the material together over both her shoulders were shaped in the likeness of a bear, but her bracelets were of snakes curling their way up her lower arm, ending just below her elbow, her way of representing both her Houses.
The excitement was palpable, even as Evras headed out of the Kotas mansion towards the carriage awaiting her arrival. While she was used to travelling with a barely-sufficient retinue, recent events has resulted in Evras now having to travel with a far larger number of companions. Four footmen waited, one holding the door, while another three handmaidens trailed behind her. It was a number that Evras found excessive really, but not one to purposely create an argument, she simply accepted the decision and lived with it.
By the time Evras got to the square, the celebratory mood was in full swing, much to her delight. Queen Yanni was said to make an appearance later to officiate the beginning of the Dance of the Knives, and Evras would be there by her side. But till then, she had the freedom to roam around the market as long as she was accompanied, and she intended to take that chance. Besides, it has been quite some time since she's seen her family aside from Mihail, and she quite missed her sisters.
Helped down by one of the footmen before the carriage bearing the insignia of the Kotas house rolled away, Evras now found herself easily swept up by the people of Midas as she waded into the market area. She greeted the few people she knew,pointedly ignored those who still gave her a side-eye due to the rumors that surrounded herself and her sisters, and simply browsed the stalls, purchasing a few items for herself and her little family as she strolled.
For a brief moment, she paused as her eyes caught sight of a familiar head of curled hair much like her own, before she smiled, recognizing the figure of her youngest brother. Mihail was a promiscuous child, and had always been one ever since his infanthood, as much as Evras could remember. Perhaps it was due to the fact that they were both the youngest of ther genders within the family, but Evras doted on her youngest, and was quick to shift her pathway to head towards his direction once she spied him.
Arriving just in time to hear his companion's amused comment, Evras lightly brushed her hand against Mihails' shoulder as she approached by his side, smiling at her brother before turning to the helmeted figure, a curious look in her blue-green gaze. "Your darling can do with some scaring, Mihail." she murmured gently to her brother, the soft-spoken manner Evras was known for. Politely, she nodded at the helmeted figure. "However, my brother has a point. Perhaps a helmet is a little... out of place in a square for festivities?" the smile the princess wore was kind, while polite as she continued, gesturing nearby where the young lord of Eliades seems to have arrived at the event with his pet in tow, in conversation with another young man. "There are young children around, and they would be quite uncomfortable with a masked fellow wandering around the square, I assume." After all, even the guards assigned for the day by the royal family were simply armored, but wore no helmet.
After a myriad of events which had damaged Colchis, be it physically or mentally to the people of the rocky kingdom, it was nice to finally have something to celebrate. Her mother in law had instructed for the celebrations, and as the dutiful daughter in law as she was, Evras had assisted in ensuring it was all pulled off without a hitch.
Struggling through her intense periods of weariness of late, the dark-haired maiden managed to ensure that the runners had permeated every inch of Midas to annouce to the people the commencement of the festival of Zeus. Her visits to the temple had to be halved as she focused her time on arranging for the Dance of the Knives to take place at night, an event which many in Midas looked forward to. The few bulls had to be selected and prepared to roast the morning itself, and it was late evening by the time the princess had had time to dress and ready herself for the festivities.
Knowing her husband would be busy, she did not bother the prince as she readied herself. Handmaidens did the job of drying and curling her air in the golden filligree, before dressing her in the deep mahogany red chiton which fell to her ankles. Not noticing how her beige and gold belt hung more snugly around her waist as her maids dress her, the floral patterns in light pink brought a smile to her lips as she ensured the folds fell properly. The fibulae fastening the material together over both her shoulders were shaped in the likeness of a bear, but her bracelets were of snakes curling their way up her lower arm, ending just below her elbow, her way of representing both her Houses.
The excitement was palpable, even as Evras headed out of the Kotas mansion towards the carriage awaiting her arrival. While she was used to travelling with a barely-sufficient retinue, recent events has resulted in Evras now having to travel with a far larger number of companions. Four footmen waited, one holding the door, while another three handmaidens trailed behind her. It was a number that Evras found excessive really, but not one to purposely create an argument, she simply accepted the decision and lived with it.
By the time Evras got to the square, the celebratory mood was in full swing, much to her delight. Queen Yanni was said to make an appearance later to officiate the beginning of the Dance of the Knives, and Evras would be there by her side. But till then, she had the freedom to roam around the market as long as she was accompanied, and she intended to take that chance. Besides, it has been quite some time since she's seen her family aside from Mihail, and she quite missed her sisters.
Helped down by one of the footmen before the carriage bearing the insignia of the Kotas house rolled away, Evras now found herself easily swept up by the people of Midas as she waded into the market area. She greeted the few people she knew,pointedly ignored those who still gave her a side-eye due to the rumors that surrounded herself and her sisters, and simply browsed the stalls, purchasing a few items for herself and her little family as she strolled.
For a brief moment, she paused as her eyes caught sight of a familiar head of curled hair much like her own, before she smiled, recognizing the figure of her youngest brother. Mihail was a promiscuous child, and had always been one ever since his infanthood, as much as Evras could remember. Perhaps it was due to the fact that they were both the youngest of ther genders within the family, but Evras doted on her youngest, and was quick to shift her pathway to head towards his direction once she spied him.
Arriving just in time to hear his companion's amused comment, Evras lightly brushed her hand against Mihails' shoulder as she approached by his side, smiling at her brother before turning to the helmeted figure, a curious look in her blue-green gaze. "Your darling can do with some scaring, Mihail." she murmured gently to her brother, the soft-spoken manner Evras was known for. Politely, she nodded at the helmeted figure. "However, my brother has a point. Perhaps a helmet is a little... out of place in a square for festivities?" the smile the princess wore was kind, while polite as she continued, gesturing nearby where the young lord of Eliades seems to have arrived at the event with his pet in tow, in conversation with another young man. "There are young children around, and they would be quite uncomfortable with a masked fellow wandering around the square, I assume." After all, even the guards assigned for the day by the royal family were simply armored, but wore no helmet.
It was a man that Babis had run into. The boy barely looked at the other person caught in the knot that Vang had made, not while he was trying to reign Vang in. Terse intelligible commands left Babis as the man reached down to untangle the two of them. He was frustrated beyond belief. He was mad that Vang stole food and now Babis needed to figure out how to cover that up. Now, he was being slowed down again by Vang’s incompetence.
“Thanks” Babis said, barely paying attention as he took the leash back from the stranger. He had to suppress an eye roll at Spiro’s comment, a clear indicator of Babis’s age. The young boy quickly spun the extra rope around his hand so this wouldn’t happen again. However, before he could run off on his question to replace the food Vang ate, he was taken aback by his next few questions. Although the man clearly meant nothing by them, the way he phrased them unnerved Babis a bit. This probably was due to the fact that Babis was already rattled by what Vang had done and physically running into this stranger was not something that was easy on the nerves either. Either way, Babis was on edge and he was not too keen on divulging too much information to someone he didn’t know. It just wasn’t a safe thing to do.
“They’re around.” Babis uttered as a tiny white lie. It was true, his parents were around… somewhere. If the man asked as to where specifically Marisa and Photis were Babis would not be able to say, but they would probably be somewhere near Queen Yanni or other members of the nobility. After all, they were members of the Eliades family and all members of a Dynasteía like theirs were expected to attend events. You literally had to be dying in order to avoid these kinds of things. That’s why Babis, even though he was only twelve, barely old enough for the court, the youngest Eliades was more than accustomed to festivals like this. His family had been bringing him and his brother to events like this since before the twins could walk.
Though, it was likely that Spiro wouldn’t know this… probably. When Aras and Babis were together, it was fairly easy to recognize them as the Eliades twins. After all, there weren’t many identical twins within Colchis, especially those who could afford the fine fabrics that they were often seen in. Standing together, the boys would have been a dead give away for who they were. However, when they were apart, like Babis was now… it was harder to figure out who this little Lord was. With his green tunic made of a nicer material and how well cared for Vang was, it was clear he had some noble blood; but he looked more Condos than Eliades and the twins were far too young to have developed the other physical traits they were known for. Spiro would have to regularly rub elbows with the upper class to know who Babis or his parents were and one glance at his chiton made of a cheaper fabric made it clear to the twin that this was likely not to be the case.
So, Babis should be safe in his lie… for now.
However, before Babis could have even answered, Spiro reached down to start petting Vang. Now, with most dogs, this probably would not have been much of a problem, but Vang the Fang was purposely trained to not trust strangers until the twins made it clear that they were safe and Babis had not given such a signal yet. This was not going to end well.
“Don’t do tha-” The young boy cried out as he rushed to push the man’s hand away from Vang, but the dog reacted first. In an instant, the canine ducked it’s head and stepped back a pace from Spiro, growling at the sudden rush of movement from the man. Babis scrambled for the leash and reached to scratch behind the dog’s ear to set him at ease. This was the signal Vang needed to calm down and within a moment the growling stopped, but the dog’s wary eyes did not leave Spiro’s hand.
“He’s a guard dog. He doesn’t react well to strangers.” Babis said bluntly as he continued to try to set his dog at ease. He wasn’t sure why Spiro would do that kind of thing, just petting a dog that he didn’t know. That was a surefire way to have several fingers removed. Though, then again there was a little nagging voice in his head that reminded him that perhaps it hadn’t been his fault. Perhaps he just had never been around dogs before.
Realizing this was probably the case and it would be reckless to not show him the proper way of approaching a dog, Babis breathed a small sigh of annoyance as he reached for Spiro’s wrist. “You need to introduce yourself first. Here, let me show you.” Vang would be a bit more trusting of Spiro if he saw that Babis was indirectly the one who was guiding Spiro’s hand for Vang to sniff.
However, the topic made him realize that he still didn’t really know who this man was, “What did you say your name was again?”
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It was a man that Babis had run into. The boy barely looked at the other person caught in the knot that Vang had made, not while he was trying to reign Vang in. Terse intelligible commands left Babis as the man reached down to untangle the two of them. He was frustrated beyond belief. He was mad that Vang stole food and now Babis needed to figure out how to cover that up. Now, he was being slowed down again by Vang’s incompetence.
“Thanks” Babis said, barely paying attention as he took the leash back from the stranger. He had to suppress an eye roll at Spiro’s comment, a clear indicator of Babis’s age. The young boy quickly spun the extra rope around his hand so this wouldn’t happen again. However, before he could run off on his question to replace the food Vang ate, he was taken aback by his next few questions. Although the man clearly meant nothing by them, the way he phrased them unnerved Babis a bit. This probably was due to the fact that Babis was already rattled by what Vang had done and physically running into this stranger was not something that was easy on the nerves either. Either way, Babis was on edge and he was not too keen on divulging too much information to someone he didn’t know. It just wasn’t a safe thing to do.
“They’re around.” Babis uttered as a tiny white lie. It was true, his parents were around… somewhere. If the man asked as to where specifically Marisa and Photis were Babis would not be able to say, but they would probably be somewhere near Queen Yanni or other members of the nobility. After all, they were members of the Eliades family and all members of a Dynasteía like theirs were expected to attend events. You literally had to be dying in order to avoid these kinds of things. That’s why Babis, even though he was only twelve, barely old enough for the court, the youngest Eliades was more than accustomed to festivals like this. His family had been bringing him and his brother to events like this since before the twins could walk.
Though, it was likely that Spiro wouldn’t know this… probably. When Aras and Babis were together, it was fairly easy to recognize them as the Eliades twins. After all, there weren’t many identical twins within Colchis, especially those who could afford the fine fabrics that they were often seen in. Standing together, the boys would have been a dead give away for who they were. However, when they were apart, like Babis was now… it was harder to figure out who this little Lord was. With his green tunic made of a nicer material and how well cared for Vang was, it was clear he had some noble blood; but he looked more Condos than Eliades and the twins were far too young to have developed the other physical traits they were known for. Spiro would have to regularly rub elbows with the upper class to know who Babis or his parents were and one glance at his chiton made of a cheaper fabric made it clear to the twin that this was likely not to be the case.
So, Babis should be safe in his lie… for now.
However, before Babis could have even answered, Spiro reached down to start petting Vang. Now, with most dogs, this probably would not have been much of a problem, but Vang the Fang was purposely trained to not trust strangers until the twins made it clear that they were safe and Babis had not given such a signal yet. This was not going to end well.
“Don’t do tha-” The young boy cried out as he rushed to push the man’s hand away from Vang, but the dog reacted first. In an instant, the canine ducked it’s head and stepped back a pace from Spiro, growling at the sudden rush of movement from the man. Babis scrambled for the leash and reached to scratch behind the dog’s ear to set him at ease. This was the signal Vang needed to calm down and within a moment the growling stopped, but the dog’s wary eyes did not leave Spiro’s hand.
“He’s a guard dog. He doesn’t react well to strangers.” Babis said bluntly as he continued to try to set his dog at ease. He wasn’t sure why Spiro would do that kind of thing, just petting a dog that he didn’t know. That was a surefire way to have several fingers removed. Though, then again there was a little nagging voice in his head that reminded him that perhaps it hadn’t been his fault. Perhaps he just had never been around dogs before.
Realizing this was probably the case and it would be reckless to not show him the proper way of approaching a dog, Babis breathed a small sigh of annoyance as he reached for Spiro’s wrist. “You need to introduce yourself first. Here, let me show you.” Vang would be a bit more trusting of Spiro if he saw that Babis was indirectly the one who was guiding Spiro’s hand for Vang to sniff.
However, the topic made him realize that he still didn’t really know who this man was, “What did you say your name was again?”
It was a man that Babis had run into. The boy barely looked at the other person caught in the knot that Vang had made, not while he was trying to reign Vang in. Terse intelligible commands left Babis as the man reached down to untangle the two of them. He was frustrated beyond belief. He was mad that Vang stole food and now Babis needed to figure out how to cover that up. Now, he was being slowed down again by Vang’s incompetence.
“Thanks” Babis said, barely paying attention as he took the leash back from the stranger. He had to suppress an eye roll at Spiro’s comment, a clear indicator of Babis’s age. The young boy quickly spun the extra rope around his hand so this wouldn’t happen again. However, before he could run off on his question to replace the food Vang ate, he was taken aback by his next few questions. Although the man clearly meant nothing by them, the way he phrased them unnerved Babis a bit. This probably was due to the fact that Babis was already rattled by what Vang had done and physically running into this stranger was not something that was easy on the nerves either. Either way, Babis was on edge and he was not too keen on divulging too much information to someone he didn’t know. It just wasn’t a safe thing to do.
“They’re around.” Babis uttered as a tiny white lie. It was true, his parents were around… somewhere. If the man asked as to where specifically Marisa and Photis were Babis would not be able to say, but they would probably be somewhere near Queen Yanni or other members of the nobility. After all, they were members of the Eliades family and all members of a Dynasteía like theirs were expected to attend events. You literally had to be dying in order to avoid these kinds of things. That’s why Babis, even though he was only twelve, barely old enough for the court, the youngest Eliades was more than accustomed to festivals like this. His family had been bringing him and his brother to events like this since before the twins could walk.
Though, it was likely that Spiro wouldn’t know this… probably. When Aras and Babis were together, it was fairly easy to recognize them as the Eliades twins. After all, there weren’t many identical twins within Colchis, especially those who could afford the fine fabrics that they were often seen in. Standing together, the boys would have been a dead give away for who they were. However, when they were apart, like Babis was now… it was harder to figure out who this little Lord was. With his green tunic made of a nicer material and how well cared for Vang was, it was clear he had some noble blood; but he looked more Condos than Eliades and the twins were far too young to have developed the other physical traits they were known for. Spiro would have to regularly rub elbows with the upper class to know who Babis or his parents were and one glance at his chiton made of a cheaper fabric made it clear to the twin that this was likely not to be the case.
So, Babis should be safe in his lie… for now.
However, before Babis could have even answered, Spiro reached down to start petting Vang. Now, with most dogs, this probably would not have been much of a problem, but Vang the Fang was purposely trained to not trust strangers until the twins made it clear that they were safe and Babis had not given such a signal yet. This was not going to end well.
“Don’t do tha-” The young boy cried out as he rushed to push the man’s hand away from Vang, but the dog reacted first. In an instant, the canine ducked it’s head and stepped back a pace from Spiro, growling at the sudden rush of movement from the man. Babis scrambled for the leash and reached to scratch behind the dog’s ear to set him at ease. This was the signal Vang needed to calm down and within a moment the growling stopped, but the dog’s wary eyes did not leave Spiro’s hand.
“He’s a guard dog. He doesn’t react well to strangers.” Babis said bluntly as he continued to try to set his dog at ease. He wasn’t sure why Spiro would do that kind of thing, just petting a dog that he didn’t know. That was a surefire way to have several fingers removed. Though, then again there was a little nagging voice in his head that reminded him that perhaps it hadn’t been his fault. Perhaps he just had never been around dogs before.
Realizing this was probably the case and it would be reckless to not show him the proper way of approaching a dog, Babis breathed a small sigh of annoyance as he reached for Spiro’s wrist. “You need to introduce yourself first. Here, let me show you.” Vang would be a bit more trusting of Spiro if he saw that Babis was indirectly the one who was guiding Spiro’s hand for Vang to sniff.
However, the topic made him realize that he still didn’t really know who this man was, “What did you say your name was again?”
Kairos's eyes turned to the woman who had just appeared.
What God had she pissed off this badly? Was Zeus really upset about a murder today? A worrying thought. She had hoped he would understand, business was business, but alas. Cursed to talk to random people on the street in the midst of a festival. She'd been eager to go find a dark place to drink, and now some random man child and one of the Thanasi sisters was assaulting her good mood.
... At least she was pleasing to look at, much like her sisters. Possibly a damn witch though, if rumor was to be believed. It probably wasn't. Still, Kairos wasn't one to simply dismiss a possibility because she thought it was silly. She'd have to try and kill a witch one of these days, see if they could actually do anything. She was fairly certain they'd bleed like anyone else.
Then it struck her. The man child was the Thanasi brother. Interesting.
Regardless, Kairos felt a flicker of amusement run through her as she focused her gaze on the woman, the cold metal giving no hint of what was underneath.
"I fear what lies beneath would be more frighting, Prinkípissa."
Kairos shifted her weight, the claws on her gauntlets tapping against her hip in a... Nervous? Bored? Gesture. Either way, Kairos settled after a moment or so. She didn't know what these two were intending to do. Did they recognize her? Surely nobility so high up on the food chain wouldn't just out and out approach her. The company of an assassin was dangerous to one's career. Of course, there was also the possibility they didn't recognize her.
Which made this even more confusing.
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Kairos's eyes turned to the woman who had just appeared.
What God had she pissed off this badly? Was Zeus really upset about a murder today? A worrying thought. She had hoped he would understand, business was business, but alas. Cursed to talk to random people on the street in the midst of a festival. She'd been eager to go find a dark place to drink, and now some random man child and one of the Thanasi sisters was assaulting her good mood.
... At least she was pleasing to look at, much like her sisters. Possibly a damn witch though, if rumor was to be believed. It probably wasn't. Still, Kairos wasn't one to simply dismiss a possibility because she thought it was silly. She'd have to try and kill a witch one of these days, see if they could actually do anything. She was fairly certain they'd bleed like anyone else.
Then it struck her. The man child was the Thanasi brother. Interesting.
Regardless, Kairos felt a flicker of amusement run through her as she focused her gaze on the woman, the cold metal giving no hint of what was underneath.
"I fear what lies beneath would be more frighting, Prinkípissa."
Kairos shifted her weight, the claws on her gauntlets tapping against her hip in a... Nervous? Bored? Gesture. Either way, Kairos settled after a moment or so. She didn't know what these two were intending to do. Did they recognize her? Surely nobility so high up on the food chain wouldn't just out and out approach her. The company of an assassin was dangerous to one's career. Of course, there was also the possibility they didn't recognize her.
Which made this even more confusing.
Kairos's eyes turned to the woman who had just appeared.
What God had she pissed off this badly? Was Zeus really upset about a murder today? A worrying thought. She had hoped he would understand, business was business, but alas. Cursed to talk to random people on the street in the midst of a festival. She'd been eager to go find a dark place to drink, and now some random man child and one of the Thanasi sisters was assaulting her good mood.
... At least she was pleasing to look at, much like her sisters. Possibly a damn witch though, if rumor was to be believed. It probably wasn't. Still, Kairos wasn't one to simply dismiss a possibility because she thought it was silly. She'd have to try and kill a witch one of these days, see if they could actually do anything. She was fairly certain they'd bleed like anyone else.
Then it struck her. The man child was the Thanasi brother. Interesting.
Regardless, Kairos felt a flicker of amusement run through her as she focused her gaze on the woman, the cold metal giving no hint of what was underneath.
"I fear what lies beneath would be more frighting, Prinkípissa."
Kairos shifted her weight, the claws on her gauntlets tapping against her hip in a... Nervous? Bored? Gesture. Either way, Kairos settled after a moment or so. She didn't know what these two were intending to do. Did they recognize her? Surely nobility so high up on the food chain wouldn't just out and out approach her. The company of an assassin was dangerous to one's career. Of course, there was also the possibility they didn't recognize her.
Which made this even more confusing.
Dion was wound up. There was no other way to put it. The young Kotas Prince was like a live wire, and had been since he heard that it was festival time. He took part in the painting of the doorways in preparation and he had asked a lot of questions on how they made the gold paint and why it was used. As far as he knew gold was a color only reserved for people like his family, so he figured that this Zeus they were honoring was just like them, special.
He had bombarded his parents with questions about who Zeus was. He was naturally curious and his mother and he had just had some kind of discussion in regards to the gods in an attempt to teach him about them as it was important that a prince of the realm needed to know that kind of thing.
His servants were able to finally get him out of bed and made sure that he was dressed in the family color of red, which is something that he knew his family often did when they were required to be in public.
Dion looked every inch a princeling when they were done and they admonished him to remember to act like one and he dutifully nodded.
When his parents were ready to go, he joined them and followed the city.
He left with his parents and followed them through the city, despite his urge to run wild and free.
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Dion was wound up. There was no other way to put it. The young Kotas Prince was like a live wire, and had been since he heard that it was festival time. He took part in the painting of the doorways in preparation and he had asked a lot of questions on how they made the gold paint and why it was used. As far as he knew gold was a color only reserved for people like his family, so he figured that this Zeus they were honoring was just like them, special.
He had bombarded his parents with questions about who Zeus was. He was naturally curious and his mother and he had just had some kind of discussion in regards to the gods in an attempt to teach him about them as it was important that a prince of the realm needed to know that kind of thing.
His servants were able to finally get him out of bed and made sure that he was dressed in the family color of red, which is something that he knew his family often did when they were required to be in public.
Dion looked every inch a princeling when they were done and they admonished him to remember to act like one and he dutifully nodded.
When his parents were ready to go, he joined them and followed the city.
He left with his parents and followed them through the city, despite his urge to run wild and free.
Dion was wound up. There was no other way to put it. The young Kotas Prince was like a live wire, and had been since he heard that it was festival time. He took part in the painting of the doorways in preparation and he had asked a lot of questions on how they made the gold paint and why it was used. As far as he knew gold was a color only reserved for people like his family, so he figured that this Zeus they were honoring was just like them, special.
He had bombarded his parents with questions about who Zeus was. He was naturally curious and his mother and he had just had some kind of discussion in regards to the gods in an attempt to teach him about them as it was important that a prince of the realm needed to know that kind of thing.
His servants were able to finally get him out of bed and made sure that he was dressed in the family color of red, which is something that he knew his family often did when they were required to be in public.
Dion looked every inch a princeling when they were done and they admonished him to remember to act like one and he dutifully nodded.
When his parents were ready to go, he joined them and followed the city.
He left with his parents and followed them through the city, despite his urge to run wild and free.
Mihail would not deny surprise at the answers he received from the heavily armoured man. They were curt - almost upsettingly so - and he often found that he did not pair well with those who did not open their mouth enough to let something valuable slip. He was far from stupid, and had always loathed the assumption of such a fact whether it be for his age or his appearance, and he was only thankful that his youngest sister appeared so suddenly to take the pressure of a full response away from the man.
"Evras!" he exclaimed, the smirk on his face melting into a bright grin as he turned to look at his sister and her son. He might have preferred to hide emotions behind a long-perfected mask of apathy or faked sentiments, but Mihail had always loved his only nephew dearly, and it was hard to hide anything much from the boy. "Draco doesn't need scaring. He trusts me; I don't want him to think I'm dragging him into any sort of danger."
Gently lifting the serpent from his shoulders, the young man bent to set the creature around Dion's shoulders instead, careful to ensure the snake rested only on the soft fabric of the boy's red chiton and did not quite touch his skin. He had always been hyper-aware of the fact that his nephew had a distaste for certain textures, and he worried that the unexpected feel of the snake might trigger something in the boy. Mihail was perhaps sometimes keen on a little intimidation, but this was not a person he ever wished to frighten. "I've missed you, Dion. You need to visit your Uncle Mimi more often, otherwise, what am I going to do with all my love and affection? I have no one else to offer it to but myself, and I am sure your mother will agree I need pay myself a little less attention." He leaned in to place a soft kiss on the boy's forehead, then straightened to once again face the stranger with which they had been conversing.
"I doubt your face could be quite as frightening as your helmet. Besides, I have seen plenty a man without so much armour who claim ugliness, and I tend to find that they are quite exaggerating."
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Mihail would not deny surprise at the answers he received from the heavily armoured man. They were curt - almost upsettingly so - and he often found that he did not pair well with those who did not open their mouth enough to let something valuable slip. He was far from stupid, and had always loathed the assumption of such a fact whether it be for his age or his appearance, and he was only thankful that his youngest sister appeared so suddenly to take the pressure of a full response away from the man.
"Evras!" he exclaimed, the smirk on his face melting into a bright grin as he turned to look at his sister and her son. He might have preferred to hide emotions behind a long-perfected mask of apathy or faked sentiments, but Mihail had always loved his only nephew dearly, and it was hard to hide anything much from the boy. "Draco doesn't need scaring. He trusts me; I don't want him to think I'm dragging him into any sort of danger."
Gently lifting the serpent from his shoulders, the young man bent to set the creature around Dion's shoulders instead, careful to ensure the snake rested only on the soft fabric of the boy's red chiton and did not quite touch his skin. He had always been hyper-aware of the fact that his nephew had a distaste for certain textures, and he worried that the unexpected feel of the snake might trigger something in the boy. Mihail was perhaps sometimes keen on a little intimidation, but this was not a person he ever wished to frighten. "I've missed you, Dion. You need to visit your Uncle Mimi more often, otherwise, what am I going to do with all my love and affection? I have no one else to offer it to but myself, and I am sure your mother will agree I need pay myself a little less attention." He leaned in to place a soft kiss on the boy's forehead, then straightened to once again face the stranger with which they had been conversing.
"I doubt your face could be quite as frightening as your helmet. Besides, I have seen plenty a man without so much armour who claim ugliness, and I tend to find that they are quite exaggerating."
Mihail would not deny surprise at the answers he received from the heavily armoured man. They were curt - almost upsettingly so - and he often found that he did not pair well with those who did not open their mouth enough to let something valuable slip. He was far from stupid, and had always loathed the assumption of such a fact whether it be for his age or his appearance, and he was only thankful that his youngest sister appeared so suddenly to take the pressure of a full response away from the man.
"Evras!" he exclaimed, the smirk on his face melting into a bright grin as he turned to look at his sister and her son. He might have preferred to hide emotions behind a long-perfected mask of apathy or faked sentiments, but Mihail had always loved his only nephew dearly, and it was hard to hide anything much from the boy. "Draco doesn't need scaring. He trusts me; I don't want him to think I'm dragging him into any sort of danger."
Gently lifting the serpent from his shoulders, the young man bent to set the creature around Dion's shoulders instead, careful to ensure the snake rested only on the soft fabric of the boy's red chiton and did not quite touch his skin. He had always been hyper-aware of the fact that his nephew had a distaste for certain textures, and he worried that the unexpected feel of the snake might trigger something in the boy. Mihail was perhaps sometimes keen on a little intimidation, but this was not a person he ever wished to frighten. "I've missed you, Dion. You need to visit your Uncle Mimi more often, otherwise, what am I going to do with all my love and affection? I have no one else to offer it to but myself, and I am sure your mother will agree I need pay myself a little less attention." He leaned in to place a soft kiss on the boy's forehead, then straightened to once again face the stranger with which they had been conversing.
"I doubt your face could be quite as frightening as your helmet. Besides, I have seen plenty a man without so much armour who claim ugliness, and I tend to find that they are quite exaggerating."
Mihail's delight at seeing her was not surprising, for he reacted the same each way. But it did not dim the happiness for Evras, for she did enjoy knowing her brother was happy to see her. Smiling wryly at Mihail's comment, the woman flickered her gaze down to her son standing by her side, and then back at her brother. "I should hope he trusts you - I do not want to have to handle complaints if he accidentally bites someone." she replied. Watchful as her brother placed the serpent around Dion's shoulder to ensure she would be there if he did not enjoy the feeling of the cold blooded reptile on him, the princess nodded.
"It is quite true, Dion. I think you would do well to receive some of your uncle's affection - he is quite insufferable to begin with." the dark haired woman teased, eager to help in easing her son's being wound up.
Evras had raised a brow at the masked fellow's comment, almost as if in disbelief, although her actions held a large dash of wryness in them. "Be that as it may," Evras continued evenly, stepping to partially ensure Dion was hidden away from the masked man's view. "It would do well, and better, for the guard of the City to know the true features of whoever they deal with. Unless you prefer to keep the mask on - in which case, I would prefer if no disturbance is caused. Tonight is meant to be one of celebration and joy of course, and we wold be happy for more to take part." Diplomatic and calm, Evras hoped it played the part of a diplmatic royal enough. She had not been raised to be a princess, that role had always been expected of Thea, who was heralded as the beauty among the three sisters of course. Her unexpected wedding to Zanon meant Evras had to climb a steep learning curve, but after almost twelve years, she had learned to be smooth in handling people despite her status.
Nodding in agreement to her brother's words, her smile was directed back at the masked man as she continued, "I assure you, we Colchians have seen much worst, and are quite capable of handling anything thrown at us. We are a hardy bunch." It was said with much conviction, for Evras may not be your classic Colchian lady, but she has had to toughen up in the years married to Zanon, if to play the part of a princess of Colchis. Queen Yanni far surpassed her, but Evras could only hope to reach the level of her mother-in-law one day.
Checking on her son again, she murmured to the young boy standing by her side. "Would you like to seek out the Eliades twins, Dion? I saw Lord Babis somewhere, and he seems to have brought a pet with him."
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Mihail's delight at seeing her was not surprising, for he reacted the same each way. But it did not dim the happiness for Evras, for she did enjoy knowing her brother was happy to see her. Smiling wryly at Mihail's comment, the woman flickered her gaze down to her son standing by her side, and then back at her brother. "I should hope he trusts you - I do not want to have to handle complaints if he accidentally bites someone." she replied. Watchful as her brother placed the serpent around Dion's shoulder to ensure she would be there if he did not enjoy the feeling of the cold blooded reptile on him, the princess nodded.
"It is quite true, Dion. I think you would do well to receive some of your uncle's affection - he is quite insufferable to begin with." the dark haired woman teased, eager to help in easing her son's being wound up.
Evras had raised a brow at the masked fellow's comment, almost as if in disbelief, although her actions held a large dash of wryness in them. "Be that as it may," Evras continued evenly, stepping to partially ensure Dion was hidden away from the masked man's view. "It would do well, and better, for the guard of the City to know the true features of whoever they deal with. Unless you prefer to keep the mask on - in which case, I would prefer if no disturbance is caused. Tonight is meant to be one of celebration and joy of course, and we wold be happy for more to take part." Diplomatic and calm, Evras hoped it played the part of a diplmatic royal enough. She had not been raised to be a princess, that role had always been expected of Thea, who was heralded as the beauty among the three sisters of course. Her unexpected wedding to Zanon meant Evras had to climb a steep learning curve, but after almost twelve years, she had learned to be smooth in handling people despite her status.
Nodding in agreement to her brother's words, her smile was directed back at the masked man as she continued, "I assure you, we Colchians have seen much worst, and are quite capable of handling anything thrown at us. We are a hardy bunch." It was said with much conviction, for Evras may not be your classic Colchian lady, but she has had to toughen up in the years married to Zanon, if to play the part of a princess of Colchis. Queen Yanni far surpassed her, but Evras could only hope to reach the level of her mother-in-law one day.
Checking on her son again, she murmured to the young boy standing by her side. "Would you like to seek out the Eliades twins, Dion? I saw Lord Babis somewhere, and he seems to have brought a pet with him."
Mihail's delight at seeing her was not surprising, for he reacted the same each way. But it did not dim the happiness for Evras, for she did enjoy knowing her brother was happy to see her. Smiling wryly at Mihail's comment, the woman flickered her gaze down to her son standing by her side, and then back at her brother. "I should hope he trusts you - I do not want to have to handle complaints if he accidentally bites someone." she replied. Watchful as her brother placed the serpent around Dion's shoulder to ensure she would be there if he did not enjoy the feeling of the cold blooded reptile on him, the princess nodded.
"It is quite true, Dion. I think you would do well to receive some of your uncle's affection - he is quite insufferable to begin with." the dark haired woman teased, eager to help in easing her son's being wound up.
Evras had raised a brow at the masked fellow's comment, almost as if in disbelief, although her actions held a large dash of wryness in them. "Be that as it may," Evras continued evenly, stepping to partially ensure Dion was hidden away from the masked man's view. "It would do well, and better, for the guard of the City to know the true features of whoever they deal with. Unless you prefer to keep the mask on - in which case, I would prefer if no disturbance is caused. Tonight is meant to be one of celebration and joy of course, and we wold be happy for more to take part." Diplomatic and calm, Evras hoped it played the part of a diplmatic royal enough. She had not been raised to be a princess, that role had always been expected of Thea, who was heralded as the beauty among the three sisters of course. Her unexpected wedding to Zanon meant Evras had to climb a steep learning curve, but after almost twelve years, she had learned to be smooth in handling people despite her status.
Nodding in agreement to her brother's words, her smile was directed back at the masked man as she continued, "I assure you, we Colchians have seen much worst, and are quite capable of handling anything thrown at us. We are a hardy bunch." It was said with much conviction, for Evras may not be your classic Colchian lady, but she has had to toughen up in the years married to Zanon, if to play the part of a princess of Colchis. Queen Yanni far surpassed her, but Evras could only hope to reach the level of her mother-in-law one day.
Checking on her son again, she murmured to the young boy standing by her side. "Would you like to seek out the Eliades twins, Dion? I saw Lord Babis somewhere, and he seems to have brought a pet with him."
Kairos looks between the two siblings as they speak, seeming to swap between addressing her and speaking amongst themselves like she were not there. It was a markedly strange experience. She was used to being ignored when she didn't have her armor on, pretty-ish girls were a dime a dozen in most of the surrounding lands. Less so girls her height and physique, but still. She was always worth less than the men around her wherever she went. Sure, spare a glance to the freak, but then continue on your day and forget about it.
The armor was different though. Usually, wearing the plate, men and women alike stared in awe. There was someone exciting, dangerous, valuable. Nobles and merchants let coin practically flow into her pocket at the thought of such a man doing their dirty work. This was Kairos. The man who would put entire towns to the torch if you paid him well enough. The armor had been shaped to inspire fear, after all. Kairos had poured enough money to buy a moderately sized house into it. The gauntlets were shaped like the claws of some great cat, nearly as sharp as the swords and spears she carried from time to time. The plate's black glint melted into darkness, and dominated spaces. And the mask's carefully shaped teeth glinted silver on the black, putting cruel attention on the unnatural smile.
So, to say the least, Kairos was not used to being ignored.
And of course, a child had appeared. That she was even less used too. Children made her uncomfortable. Fortunately, it's mother seemed to be attempting to shoo it away. Which was good.
She spent a few moments thinking over her response, before her rumbling voice rolled from her helmet like a escalating landslide.
"I assure you, Prinkípissa, there will be no trouble the rest of this ceremony. The mask is for my comfort."
Kairos's eyes turn to the male of the sibling equation.
After a moment, she says simply-
"Perhaps."
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Kairos looks between the two siblings as they speak, seeming to swap between addressing her and speaking amongst themselves like she were not there. It was a markedly strange experience. She was used to being ignored when she didn't have her armor on, pretty-ish girls were a dime a dozen in most of the surrounding lands. Less so girls her height and physique, but still. She was always worth less than the men around her wherever she went. Sure, spare a glance to the freak, but then continue on your day and forget about it.
The armor was different though. Usually, wearing the plate, men and women alike stared in awe. There was someone exciting, dangerous, valuable. Nobles and merchants let coin practically flow into her pocket at the thought of such a man doing their dirty work. This was Kairos. The man who would put entire towns to the torch if you paid him well enough. The armor had been shaped to inspire fear, after all. Kairos had poured enough money to buy a moderately sized house into it. The gauntlets were shaped like the claws of some great cat, nearly as sharp as the swords and spears she carried from time to time. The plate's black glint melted into darkness, and dominated spaces. And the mask's carefully shaped teeth glinted silver on the black, putting cruel attention on the unnatural smile.
So, to say the least, Kairos was not used to being ignored.
And of course, a child had appeared. That she was even less used too. Children made her uncomfortable. Fortunately, it's mother seemed to be attempting to shoo it away. Which was good.
She spent a few moments thinking over her response, before her rumbling voice rolled from her helmet like a escalating landslide.
"I assure you, Prinkípissa, there will be no trouble the rest of this ceremony. The mask is for my comfort."
Kairos's eyes turn to the male of the sibling equation.
After a moment, she says simply-
"Perhaps."
Kairos looks between the two siblings as they speak, seeming to swap between addressing her and speaking amongst themselves like she were not there. It was a markedly strange experience. She was used to being ignored when she didn't have her armor on, pretty-ish girls were a dime a dozen in most of the surrounding lands. Less so girls her height and physique, but still. She was always worth less than the men around her wherever she went. Sure, spare a glance to the freak, but then continue on your day and forget about it.
The armor was different though. Usually, wearing the plate, men and women alike stared in awe. There was someone exciting, dangerous, valuable. Nobles and merchants let coin practically flow into her pocket at the thought of such a man doing their dirty work. This was Kairos. The man who would put entire towns to the torch if you paid him well enough. The armor had been shaped to inspire fear, after all. Kairos had poured enough money to buy a moderately sized house into it. The gauntlets were shaped like the claws of some great cat, nearly as sharp as the swords and spears she carried from time to time. The plate's black glint melted into darkness, and dominated spaces. And the mask's carefully shaped teeth glinted silver on the black, putting cruel attention on the unnatural smile.
So, to say the least, Kairos was not used to being ignored.
And of course, a child had appeared. That she was even less used too. Children made her uncomfortable. Fortunately, it's mother seemed to be attempting to shoo it away. Which was good.
She spent a few moments thinking over her response, before her rumbling voice rolled from her helmet like a escalating landslide.
"I assure you, Prinkípissa, there will be no trouble the rest of this ceremony. The mask is for my comfort."
Kairos's eyes turn to the male of the sibling equation.
After a moment, she says simply-
"Perhaps."
Maximus strolled through the festival with his hands behind his back observing citizen and non-citizen alike light the beacons and gorge themselves with food and wine. Part of him wanted to join the festivities and celebrate Colchis once again enduring a horrific accident but Maximus gave pause to that. With the drunk men and women dancing on the streets and lighting matches, Maximus was afraid that a another massive fire would burn the market place. Where were the guards? Why weren't they doing anything? Maximus wanted to place his on his armor, grab his Doru and Shield and patrol the place properly. Despite wearing a blue tunic, the young man felt naked he always did when ever he wasn't wearing his armor. As Maximus looked up, he saw the night sky was sprinkled by the stars and bright lights from the beacons. The marketplace was filled with laughter and joy. The air was stunk with the mix of urine and perfumes from around the world a strange smell. Maximus thanked the Gods that the casualties weren't as bad as previously predicted though with a huge party like this, conflicts usually caused by drunk patrons was inevitable. Thankfully, Maximus bought with him his Xipos hopefully the party wouldn't be too rowdy.
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Maximus strolled through the festival with his hands behind his back observing citizen and non-citizen alike light the beacons and gorge themselves with food and wine. Part of him wanted to join the festivities and celebrate Colchis once again enduring a horrific accident but Maximus gave pause to that. With the drunk men and women dancing on the streets and lighting matches, Maximus was afraid that a another massive fire would burn the market place. Where were the guards? Why weren't they doing anything? Maximus wanted to place his on his armor, grab his Doru and Shield and patrol the place properly. Despite wearing a blue tunic, the young man felt naked he always did when ever he wasn't wearing his armor. As Maximus looked up, he saw the night sky was sprinkled by the stars and bright lights from the beacons. The marketplace was filled with laughter and joy. The air was stunk with the mix of urine and perfumes from around the world a strange smell. Maximus thanked the Gods that the casualties weren't as bad as previously predicted though with a huge party like this, conflicts usually caused by drunk patrons was inevitable. Thankfully, Maximus bought with him his Xipos hopefully the party wouldn't be too rowdy.
Maximus strolled through the festival with his hands behind his back observing citizen and non-citizen alike light the beacons and gorge themselves with food and wine. Part of him wanted to join the festivities and celebrate Colchis once again enduring a horrific accident but Maximus gave pause to that. With the drunk men and women dancing on the streets and lighting matches, Maximus was afraid that a another massive fire would burn the market place. Where were the guards? Why weren't they doing anything? Maximus wanted to place his on his armor, grab his Doru and Shield and patrol the place properly. Despite wearing a blue tunic, the young man felt naked he always did when ever he wasn't wearing his armor. As Maximus looked up, he saw the night sky was sprinkled by the stars and bright lights from the beacons. The marketplace was filled with laughter and joy. The air was stunk with the mix of urine and perfumes from around the world a strange smell. Maximus thanked the Gods that the casualties weren't as bad as previously predicted though with a huge party like this, conflicts usually caused by drunk patrons was inevitable. Thankfully, Maximus bought with him his Xipos hopefully the party wouldn't be too rowdy.