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Where was her sister? Marietta counted the group two, three, four times as they made their way inside the palatai but never once did she see her sister. The rain had been far too blinding. When they were going through the wind tunnel and she reached to grasp her sister’s hand, she never felt it. Marietta had thought she was holding onto someone else. Marietta thought her sister was safe.
She was panicking. Her sister was gone. She was a tiny little thing, and the wind was so strong… she must have been carried away. What if she was dead? Marietta never cried, but she felt the tears begin to sting. Hebe wasn’t with them. What if she was in a ditch on the side of the road, bleeding out waiting for her sister that would never come.
She felt ill. Her stomach twisted in knots. Marietta would never forgive herself if something happened to her little sister. She should have been more careful. She should have just told Hebe to leave the horses at the docks and grabbed her. Why would she leave an eleven year old to care for two horses. Did she even make it out of the docks? Was she under some rubble, crushed and bloodied, alone waiting for the ferry to cross Nyx.
The rain was slowing slightly. The storm was not completely over, but it was not near as fearsome as before. The worst had passed. And yet, despite having to travel on an injured ankle, it was now that she felt the most fear. It boiled and rumbled in her stomach, caused her heart to pound so heart it nearly crushed her chest. No longer was she clutching Sofia, but instead turned towards the Captain, eyes wide with fear. “You need to help me get back to my home.” Her throat was tight, voice tinged with obvious anxiety. “Now.”
She would go raise the Antonis guard. They would scour the area to find her sister, dead or alive. Marietta would not rest until her sister was found. Gods Marietta was horrible. She could never forgive herself losing Hebe like this. If she was dead… No, Marietta couldn’t think like this any longer. One way or another she would find her sister.
Luckily the captain understood the gravity of her words. With his assistance he helped her to the Antonis manor which upon hearing Hebe was in her bed safe… Marietta became furious. Oh she was so going to get it in the morning.
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Where was her sister? Marietta counted the group two, three, four times as they made their way inside the palatai but never once did she see her sister. The rain had been far too blinding. When they were going through the wind tunnel and she reached to grasp her sister’s hand, she never felt it. Marietta had thought she was holding onto someone else. Marietta thought her sister was safe.
She was panicking. Her sister was gone. She was a tiny little thing, and the wind was so strong… she must have been carried away. What if she was dead? Marietta never cried, but she felt the tears begin to sting. Hebe wasn’t with them. What if she was in a ditch on the side of the road, bleeding out waiting for her sister that would never come.
She felt ill. Her stomach twisted in knots. Marietta would never forgive herself if something happened to her little sister. She should have been more careful. She should have just told Hebe to leave the horses at the docks and grabbed her. Why would she leave an eleven year old to care for two horses. Did she even make it out of the docks? Was she under some rubble, crushed and bloodied, alone waiting for the ferry to cross Nyx.
The rain was slowing slightly. The storm was not completely over, but it was not near as fearsome as before. The worst had passed. And yet, despite having to travel on an injured ankle, it was now that she felt the most fear. It boiled and rumbled in her stomach, caused her heart to pound so heart it nearly crushed her chest. No longer was she clutching Sofia, but instead turned towards the Captain, eyes wide with fear. “You need to help me get back to my home.” Her throat was tight, voice tinged with obvious anxiety. “Now.”
She would go raise the Antonis guard. They would scour the area to find her sister, dead or alive. Marietta would not rest until her sister was found. Gods Marietta was horrible. She could never forgive herself losing Hebe like this. If she was dead… No, Marietta couldn’t think like this any longer. One way or another she would find her sister.
Luckily the captain understood the gravity of her words. With his assistance he helped her to the Antonis manor which upon hearing Hebe was in her bed safe… Marietta became furious. Oh she was so going to get it in the morning.
Where was her sister? Marietta counted the group two, three, four times as they made their way inside the palatai but never once did she see her sister. The rain had been far too blinding. When they were going through the wind tunnel and she reached to grasp her sister’s hand, she never felt it. Marietta had thought she was holding onto someone else. Marietta thought her sister was safe.
She was panicking. Her sister was gone. She was a tiny little thing, and the wind was so strong… she must have been carried away. What if she was dead? Marietta never cried, but she felt the tears begin to sting. Hebe wasn’t with them. What if she was in a ditch on the side of the road, bleeding out waiting for her sister that would never come.
She felt ill. Her stomach twisted in knots. Marietta would never forgive herself if something happened to her little sister. She should have been more careful. She should have just told Hebe to leave the horses at the docks and grabbed her. Why would she leave an eleven year old to care for two horses. Did she even make it out of the docks? Was she under some rubble, crushed and bloodied, alone waiting for the ferry to cross Nyx.
The rain was slowing slightly. The storm was not completely over, but it was not near as fearsome as before. The worst had passed. And yet, despite having to travel on an injured ankle, it was now that she felt the most fear. It boiled and rumbled in her stomach, caused her heart to pound so heart it nearly crushed her chest. No longer was she clutching Sofia, but instead turned towards the Captain, eyes wide with fear. “You need to help me get back to my home.” Her throat was tight, voice tinged with obvious anxiety. “Now.”
She would go raise the Antonis guard. They would scour the area to find her sister, dead or alive. Marietta would not rest until her sister was found. Gods Marietta was horrible. She could never forgive herself losing Hebe like this. If she was dead… No, Marietta couldn’t think like this any longer. One way or another she would find her sister.
Luckily the captain understood the gravity of her words. With his assistance he helped her to the Antonis manor which upon hearing Hebe was in her bed safe… Marietta became furious. Oh she was so going to get it in the morning.
When Elias did little with Persephone's demure challenge besides smirk, shrug and walk away, she felt a fiery dislike burn in her gut when he raised a hand and offered in a sing song voice back at her -
"I'm sure I can find my way." He told her, before moving towards the solar rooms instead of the exit. "I'm sure my uncle would not insist on my journeying back to the Stravos manor in such weather so I shall trespass on his hospitality until the storm passes and then be gone. Given that those here are uninterested in more entertaining ways to pass the time."
Grumbling in her own head after the man, Persephone took a long and slow exhale, lamenting the future of Athenia. Her father had worked so hard to make this kingdom great. And then that arrogant, swaggering muppet was going to take the crown after his death. She could only imagine what sort of chaos that would cause.
Pushing away such matters and troubles for another time, Persephone saw about her princess duties, calling for her steward to attend her and immediately speaking with him regarding provisions. The stocks of food and drink for the palati were kept in storage rooms just across a piece of the grounds, not more than fifty paces away from the kitchens. There were no trees from which brambles could fly and it was enclosed so no flying oil lamps or dishes. She made instructions that large numbers of such stock were to be brought into the kitchens and then transported through the palati - not around the external grounds. It was to be set up in the great hall as a central hub of support to the people. She also insisted that linens and warm wools were to be brought out of storage for the same purpose and that all horses were to be secured inside the stables and padded down with blankets to stop them being too fearful and becoming difficult to ride.
As for anything else, windows were to be shuttered, doors closed and the people of the palati kept inside where they were safe. They could not help the people of the city if they themselves were injured which meant waiting out the storm and then giving support to the common folk of the capitol. What happened down at the docks or in the Lower Levels was out of the princess' control. And whilst she might have wanted to run down there when she received reports of crashing ships and struggling sailors and castaways, she knew that her job was not to pull souls from the waters. It was to lead regimes and plans that would help the greatest number of people in the most significant way possible. Which came from her wealth and provisions.
Persephone had not been viewable from the wide foyer doors when the little group that included her sister appeared. Despite being in the palati's open entrance space, she had been speaking with a steward, out of eyeline behind one of the curving marble staircases. It was Emilia's voice that had sent her three steps sideways and immediately in view of the soaked and bedraggled characters that stumbled in through the doors. They looked as bad and beaten as the foyer itself, that large oil dish still sitting in the crumbled dent it had made in the steps.
"Emilia!"
Abandoning formality in a moment of sisterly affection, Persephone ran forward and enveloped her little sister in her arms. One wrapped around her shoulders, drawing her close and Perse's other hand found her sister's rioted curls. She bent low over Emilia's brunette locks and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. When she looked up, she shared a look with Hector of Arcana of all people her eyes did not lie. She was incredibly thankful to the man that had brought her sister home safely. Persephone knew the care with which Hector looked after his daughters, knew that he would understand what it felt like to have young females in your charge. She did not need words - for words would not have been enough - to thank him for this act of courage. And she hoped that that feeling was clear in her expressions.
When she looked towards Marietta and noted her injury, then at the Lady Sofia of Marikas wet and sodden, Persephone shook her head at Marietta's determination to leave immediately.
"Please... we should tend to you first. You will not find Hebe on a foot that will not carry you." And her authority as a princess was enough to see Marietta's ankle tended to by one of her servants before she was able to convince the Captain Hector to escort her back to the Antonis manor. Luckily, of all the buildings in the Inner Circle, the Antonis one was the closest. She would be in limited danger if she was only going so far as a few streets.
The Marikas estate was a little further out and Persephone was quick to turn to Sofia.
"Lady Sofia, I urge you to remain at the palati. It is not safe to journey in these winds and you will be more than cared for here. I will ensure that a message is sent to your father when the storm has passed so that he knows where you are."
And whilst she could not stop the impassioned older sister from leaving and seeking out her own Emilia, Persephone was glad to be able to offer shelter to at least one of the three that had brought her sister back to her.
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When Elias did little with Persephone's demure challenge besides smirk, shrug and walk away, she felt a fiery dislike burn in her gut when he raised a hand and offered in a sing song voice back at her -
"I'm sure I can find my way." He told her, before moving towards the solar rooms instead of the exit. "I'm sure my uncle would not insist on my journeying back to the Stravos manor in such weather so I shall trespass on his hospitality until the storm passes and then be gone. Given that those here are uninterested in more entertaining ways to pass the time."
Grumbling in her own head after the man, Persephone took a long and slow exhale, lamenting the future of Athenia. Her father had worked so hard to make this kingdom great. And then that arrogant, swaggering muppet was going to take the crown after his death. She could only imagine what sort of chaos that would cause.
Pushing away such matters and troubles for another time, Persephone saw about her princess duties, calling for her steward to attend her and immediately speaking with him regarding provisions. The stocks of food and drink for the palati were kept in storage rooms just across a piece of the grounds, not more than fifty paces away from the kitchens. There were no trees from which brambles could fly and it was enclosed so no flying oil lamps or dishes. She made instructions that large numbers of such stock were to be brought into the kitchens and then transported through the palati - not around the external grounds. It was to be set up in the great hall as a central hub of support to the people. She also insisted that linens and warm wools were to be brought out of storage for the same purpose and that all horses were to be secured inside the stables and padded down with blankets to stop them being too fearful and becoming difficult to ride.
As for anything else, windows were to be shuttered, doors closed and the people of the palati kept inside where they were safe. They could not help the people of the city if they themselves were injured which meant waiting out the storm and then giving support to the common folk of the capitol. What happened down at the docks or in the Lower Levels was out of the princess' control. And whilst she might have wanted to run down there when she received reports of crashing ships and struggling sailors and castaways, she knew that her job was not to pull souls from the waters. It was to lead regimes and plans that would help the greatest number of people in the most significant way possible. Which came from her wealth and provisions.
Persephone had not been viewable from the wide foyer doors when the little group that included her sister appeared. Despite being in the palati's open entrance space, she had been speaking with a steward, out of eyeline behind one of the curving marble staircases. It was Emilia's voice that had sent her three steps sideways and immediately in view of the soaked and bedraggled characters that stumbled in through the doors. They looked as bad and beaten as the foyer itself, that large oil dish still sitting in the crumbled dent it had made in the steps.
"Emilia!"
Abandoning formality in a moment of sisterly affection, Persephone ran forward and enveloped her little sister in her arms. One wrapped around her shoulders, drawing her close and Perse's other hand found her sister's rioted curls. She bent low over Emilia's brunette locks and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. When she looked up, she shared a look with Hector of Arcana of all people her eyes did not lie. She was incredibly thankful to the man that had brought her sister home safely. Persephone knew the care with which Hector looked after his daughters, knew that he would understand what it felt like to have young females in your charge. She did not need words - for words would not have been enough - to thank him for this act of courage. And she hoped that that feeling was clear in her expressions.
When she looked towards Marietta and noted her injury, then at the Lady Sofia of Marikas wet and sodden, Persephone shook her head at Marietta's determination to leave immediately.
"Please... we should tend to you first. You will not find Hebe on a foot that will not carry you." And her authority as a princess was enough to see Marietta's ankle tended to by one of her servants before she was able to convince the Captain Hector to escort her back to the Antonis manor. Luckily, of all the buildings in the Inner Circle, the Antonis one was the closest. She would be in limited danger if she was only going so far as a few streets.
The Marikas estate was a little further out and Persephone was quick to turn to Sofia.
"Lady Sofia, I urge you to remain at the palati. It is not safe to journey in these winds and you will be more than cared for here. I will ensure that a message is sent to your father when the storm has passed so that he knows where you are."
And whilst she could not stop the impassioned older sister from leaving and seeking out her own Emilia, Persephone was glad to be able to offer shelter to at least one of the three that had brought her sister back to her.
When Elias did little with Persephone's demure challenge besides smirk, shrug and walk away, she felt a fiery dislike burn in her gut when he raised a hand and offered in a sing song voice back at her -
"I'm sure I can find my way." He told her, before moving towards the solar rooms instead of the exit. "I'm sure my uncle would not insist on my journeying back to the Stravos manor in such weather so I shall trespass on his hospitality until the storm passes and then be gone. Given that those here are uninterested in more entertaining ways to pass the time."
Grumbling in her own head after the man, Persephone took a long and slow exhale, lamenting the future of Athenia. Her father had worked so hard to make this kingdom great. And then that arrogant, swaggering muppet was going to take the crown after his death. She could only imagine what sort of chaos that would cause.
Pushing away such matters and troubles for another time, Persephone saw about her princess duties, calling for her steward to attend her and immediately speaking with him regarding provisions. The stocks of food and drink for the palati were kept in storage rooms just across a piece of the grounds, not more than fifty paces away from the kitchens. There were no trees from which brambles could fly and it was enclosed so no flying oil lamps or dishes. She made instructions that large numbers of such stock were to be brought into the kitchens and then transported through the palati - not around the external grounds. It was to be set up in the great hall as a central hub of support to the people. She also insisted that linens and warm wools were to be brought out of storage for the same purpose and that all horses were to be secured inside the stables and padded down with blankets to stop them being too fearful and becoming difficult to ride.
As for anything else, windows were to be shuttered, doors closed and the people of the palati kept inside where they were safe. They could not help the people of the city if they themselves were injured which meant waiting out the storm and then giving support to the common folk of the capitol. What happened down at the docks or in the Lower Levels was out of the princess' control. And whilst she might have wanted to run down there when she received reports of crashing ships and struggling sailors and castaways, she knew that her job was not to pull souls from the waters. It was to lead regimes and plans that would help the greatest number of people in the most significant way possible. Which came from her wealth and provisions.
Persephone had not been viewable from the wide foyer doors when the little group that included her sister appeared. Despite being in the palati's open entrance space, she had been speaking with a steward, out of eyeline behind one of the curving marble staircases. It was Emilia's voice that had sent her three steps sideways and immediately in view of the soaked and bedraggled characters that stumbled in through the doors. They looked as bad and beaten as the foyer itself, that large oil dish still sitting in the crumbled dent it had made in the steps.
"Emilia!"
Abandoning formality in a moment of sisterly affection, Persephone ran forward and enveloped her little sister in her arms. One wrapped around her shoulders, drawing her close and Perse's other hand found her sister's rioted curls. She bent low over Emilia's brunette locks and pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. When she looked up, she shared a look with Hector of Arcana of all people her eyes did not lie. She was incredibly thankful to the man that had brought her sister home safely. Persephone knew the care with which Hector looked after his daughters, knew that he would understand what it felt like to have young females in your charge. She did not need words - for words would not have been enough - to thank him for this act of courage. And she hoped that that feeling was clear in her expressions.
When she looked towards Marietta and noted her injury, then at the Lady Sofia of Marikas wet and sodden, Persephone shook her head at Marietta's determination to leave immediately.
"Please... we should tend to you first. You will not find Hebe on a foot that will not carry you." And her authority as a princess was enough to see Marietta's ankle tended to by one of her servants before she was able to convince the Captain Hector to escort her back to the Antonis manor. Luckily, of all the buildings in the Inner Circle, the Antonis one was the closest. She would be in limited danger if she was only going so far as a few streets.
The Marikas estate was a little further out and Persephone was quick to turn to Sofia.
"Lady Sofia, I urge you to remain at the palati. It is not safe to journey in these winds and you will be more than cared for here. I will ensure that a message is sent to your father when the storm has passed so that he knows where you are."
And whilst she could not stop the impassioned older sister from leaving and seeking out her own Emilia, Persephone was glad to be able to offer shelter to at least one of the three that had brought her sister back to her.