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The table was littered with books stacked high like mountains. Most of them were history; recording the memories and experiences of philosophers across Greece. The writing, Evi knew, was practically illegible and the illustrations were faded to a point almost completely beyond understanding. She had never been given express permission to look though the tomes, not that she didn’t have interest, but she had far more pressing things she wanted to learn first. And it wasn’t like her parents often deigned to deny her something she wanted to do. Books were meant to be read, after all. Right now, they were piled high for Marietta’s perusal, as she sat curled up on the chaise beside the table, nose deep in one of her books.
“I need your help,” the younger of the Antonis siblings began without preamble, her tone sharp and more than a little irritated. Evi dragged a hand through her hair, pulling it away from her face as she circled around the chaise. Using her knee to nudge Marietta’s own legs and feet over a little, the girl then turned and plonked herself down on the edge of the chair with an annoyed huff.
It was slightly dramatic, Evi’s reaction to a rather small issue in the grand scheme of things. She was acting much more like her younger sister, Hebe, who seemed to have a flair for dramatics on occasion, moreso than Evi at least. But Evi was still a child in many ways, so she allowed herself this one occasion of uninhibited irritation. It was only her sister who would see it anyway.
The younger of the two had been reading up on the arts, specifically that of painting. Evi was not a particularly creative individual, often scorning at the creative pursuits her sisters all so loved. Hebe with her dancing, Marietta with her music… Evi was more about science and learning than the others. She genuinely believed that the arts were something you could do or you couldn’t, and only practice would make you better. As a child, Evi had soaked up new knowledge like a sponge, and hadn’t the time for the more fanciful pursuits.
Now, however, after spending more time with Elias, and getting to know him in ways she hadn’t expected, she felt she should be more accomplished in certain areas. Evi had also taken to spending some time drawing. She didn’t think that Elias cared one whit about how accomplished as a lady Evi was - he seemed to admire her brilliant mind and silver tongue, and appeared refreshed at the idea of being challenged as an equal, rather than spend time with a simpering woman who only knew how to draw or sew or play an instrument. Elias didn’t seem to care, but the rest of the world would, and she wanted to make herself a worthy match for him, even if there was this small, yet powerful, voice in the back of her mind that told her it would never be.
Dancing was one of the areas she had been working on - she had asked the youngest of the Antonis sisters to teach her some basic dances, and she was getting better as she forced herself to practice. Another was drawing. She had tried it and had produced nothing better than what a five year old could create. Evi had then turned, as always, to books, hoping to learn about drawing from a scholarly perspective. But she had not garnered much from that either. So she turned to Marietta. “You like all of this… creative nonsense. I need to be better. Help me.”
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The table was littered with books stacked high like mountains. Most of them were history; recording the memories and experiences of philosophers across Greece. The writing, Evi knew, was practically illegible and the illustrations were faded to a point almost completely beyond understanding. She had never been given express permission to look though the tomes, not that she didn’t have interest, but she had far more pressing things she wanted to learn first. And it wasn’t like her parents often deigned to deny her something she wanted to do. Books were meant to be read, after all. Right now, they were piled high for Marietta’s perusal, as she sat curled up on the chaise beside the table, nose deep in one of her books.
“I need your help,” the younger of the Antonis siblings began without preamble, her tone sharp and more than a little irritated. Evi dragged a hand through her hair, pulling it away from her face as she circled around the chaise. Using her knee to nudge Marietta’s own legs and feet over a little, the girl then turned and plonked herself down on the edge of the chair with an annoyed huff.
It was slightly dramatic, Evi’s reaction to a rather small issue in the grand scheme of things. She was acting much more like her younger sister, Hebe, who seemed to have a flair for dramatics on occasion, moreso than Evi at least. But Evi was still a child in many ways, so she allowed herself this one occasion of uninhibited irritation. It was only her sister who would see it anyway.
The younger of the two had been reading up on the arts, specifically that of painting. Evi was not a particularly creative individual, often scorning at the creative pursuits her sisters all so loved. Hebe with her dancing, Marietta with her music… Evi was more about science and learning than the others. She genuinely believed that the arts were something you could do or you couldn’t, and only practice would make you better. As a child, Evi had soaked up new knowledge like a sponge, and hadn’t the time for the more fanciful pursuits.
Now, however, after spending more time with Elias, and getting to know him in ways she hadn’t expected, she felt she should be more accomplished in certain areas. Evi had also taken to spending some time drawing. She didn’t think that Elias cared one whit about how accomplished as a lady Evi was - he seemed to admire her brilliant mind and silver tongue, and appeared refreshed at the idea of being challenged as an equal, rather than spend time with a simpering woman who only knew how to draw or sew or play an instrument. Elias didn’t seem to care, but the rest of the world would, and she wanted to make herself a worthy match for him, even if there was this small, yet powerful, voice in the back of her mind that told her it would never be.
Dancing was one of the areas she had been working on - she had asked the youngest of the Antonis sisters to teach her some basic dances, and she was getting better as she forced herself to practice. Another was drawing. She had tried it and had produced nothing better than what a five year old could create. Evi had then turned, as always, to books, hoping to learn about drawing from a scholarly perspective. But she had not garnered much from that either. So she turned to Marietta. “You like all of this… creative nonsense. I need to be better. Help me.”
The table was littered with books stacked high like mountains. Most of them were history; recording the memories and experiences of philosophers across Greece. The writing, Evi knew, was practically illegible and the illustrations were faded to a point almost completely beyond understanding. She had never been given express permission to look though the tomes, not that she didn’t have interest, but she had far more pressing things she wanted to learn first. And it wasn’t like her parents often deigned to deny her something she wanted to do. Books were meant to be read, after all. Right now, they were piled high for Marietta’s perusal, as she sat curled up on the chaise beside the table, nose deep in one of her books.
“I need your help,” the younger of the Antonis siblings began without preamble, her tone sharp and more than a little irritated. Evi dragged a hand through her hair, pulling it away from her face as she circled around the chaise. Using her knee to nudge Marietta’s own legs and feet over a little, the girl then turned and plonked herself down on the edge of the chair with an annoyed huff.
It was slightly dramatic, Evi’s reaction to a rather small issue in the grand scheme of things. She was acting much more like her younger sister, Hebe, who seemed to have a flair for dramatics on occasion, moreso than Evi at least. But Evi was still a child in many ways, so she allowed herself this one occasion of uninhibited irritation. It was only her sister who would see it anyway.
The younger of the two had been reading up on the arts, specifically that of painting. Evi was not a particularly creative individual, often scorning at the creative pursuits her sisters all so loved. Hebe with her dancing, Marietta with her music… Evi was more about science and learning than the others. She genuinely believed that the arts were something you could do or you couldn’t, and only practice would make you better. As a child, Evi had soaked up new knowledge like a sponge, and hadn’t the time for the more fanciful pursuits.
Now, however, after spending more time with Elias, and getting to know him in ways she hadn’t expected, she felt she should be more accomplished in certain areas. Evi had also taken to spending some time drawing. She didn’t think that Elias cared one whit about how accomplished as a lady Evi was - he seemed to admire her brilliant mind and silver tongue, and appeared refreshed at the idea of being challenged as an equal, rather than spend time with a simpering woman who only knew how to draw or sew or play an instrument. Elias didn’t seem to care, but the rest of the world would, and she wanted to make herself a worthy match for him, even if there was this small, yet powerful, voice in the back of her mind that told her it would never be.
Dancing was one of the areas she had been working on - she had asked the youngest of the Antonis sisters to teach her some basic dances, and she was getting better as she forced herself to practice. Another was drawing. She had tried it and had produced nothing better than what a five year old could create. Evi had then turned, as always, to books, hoping to learn about drawing from a scholarly perspective. But she had not garnered much from that either. So she turned to Marietta. “You like all of this… creative nonsense. I need to be better. Help me.”
Silence was a good a friend to Marietta than any. She may even argue that silence was her best friend. Most days it was a comforting blanket around a nervous girl. It was a mother’s soothing, gentle touch. It calmed the turmoil deep within Marietta, inviting her to feel peace and serenity.
When she awoke this morning, she took her time to carefully ready herself. She braided her hair up, took special care in choosing her clothes, and applied and reapplied her makeup until she determined it to be perfect. All of this was for this day, a day she looked so forward to. A day where she could just read, in silence, in peace with no pressing engagements she had to worry about. She could be in her own little world that was far more lovely than the current one.
And so Marietta was enjoying this day of silence. She began with reading about music, humming slightly along to the tune playing in her head. She moved to art, admiring the now faded illustrations as if they were still in their full glory. But by the time Evi found her, Marietta was no longer reading about art or music, but of mathematics. Her eyebrow furrowed as she tried to decipher the numbers and logic before her. Geometry was of interest to Marrieta, specifically angles. Marietta was so absorbed in her readings that she did not notice Evi at first- which was surprising given Evi’s spectacular entrance. It wasn’t until her sister physically touched her did Marietta jump with a racing heart. Her steely grey eyes blinked as her mind rejoined reality.
Creative… nonsense? Marietta took a deep breath. Slowly and calmly she put down her reading materials. The blanket of silence was now torn from her body. Was she annoyed? If she were, it certainly didn’t show on Marietta’s face. Her lips curled into a patient smile as she took in her sister’s request. “Now Evi, you know I am always willing to help you. But you should always take care on how you ask for it. Creative nonsense? You should know better than to diminish something you don’t understand.” Marietta’s voice was gentle and soft. She took care not to chastise her sister too much. A few sentences would more than suffice.
Marietta stopped to ponder just how she could assist her sister. Exactly how does one teach creativity? “Aside from it being nonsense…” Marietta began slowly. She tasted each word as it slipped from her tongue, carefully planning each one ahead. “What else do you think of it? When you listen to music, what are your thoughts? See a painting, do you feel anything? What are your beliefs? Motivations?”
As Marietta spoke her hand went to her sister’s hair, pulling the few stand she missed from it out of her face. She tutted, shaking her head slightly. This was a natural reaction for Marietta, especially for her younger siblings. Marietta bit back her comments about personal grooming. She instead lowered her hand back down. “You have such a pretty face, Evi.” She complimented. “I hope it’s always seen.”
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Silence was a good a friend to Marietta than any. She may even argue that silence was her best friend. Most days it was a comforting blanket around a nervous girl. It was a mother’s soothing, gentle touch. It calmed the turmoil deep within Marietta, inviting her to feel peace and serenity.
When she awoke this morning, she took her time to carefully ready herself. She braided her hair up, took special care in choosing her clothes, and applied and reapplied her makeup until she determined it to be perfect. All of this was for this day, a day she looked so forward to. A day where she could just read, in silence, in peace with no pressing engagements she had to worry about. She could be in her own little world that was far more lovely than the current one.
And so Marietta was enjoying this day of silence. She began with reading about music, humming slightly along to the tune playing in her head. She moved to art, admiring the now faded illustrations as if they were still in their full glory. But by the time Evi found her, Marietta was no longer reading about art or music, but of mathematics. Her eyebrow furrowed as she tried to decipher the numbers and logic before her. Geometry was of interest to Marrieta, specifically angles. Marietta was so absorbed in her readings that she did not notice Evi at first- which was surprising given Evi’s spectacular entrance. It wasn’t until her sister physically touched her did Marietta jump with a racing heart. Her steely grey eyes blinked as her mind rejoined reality.
Creative… nonsense? Marietta took a deep breath. Slowly and calmly she put down her reading materials. The blanket of silence was now torn from her body. Was she annoyed? If she were, it certainly didn’t show on Marietta’s face. Her lips curled into a patient smile as she took in her sister’s request. “Now Evi, you know I am always willing to help you. But you should always take care on how you ask for it. Creative nonsense? You should know better than to diminish something you don’t understand.” Marietta’s voice was gentle and soft. She took care not to chastise her sister too much. A few sentences would more than suffice.
Marietta stopped to ponder just how she could assist her sister. Exactly how does one teach creativity? “Aside from it being nonsense…” Marietta began slowly. She tasted each word as it slipped from her tongue, carefully planning each one ahead. “What else do you think of it? When you listen to music, what are your thoughts? See a painting, do you feel anything? What are your beliefs? Motivations?”
As Marietta spoke her hand went to her sister’s hair, pulling the few stand she missed from it out of her face. She tutted, shaking her head slightly. This was a natural reaction for Marietta, especially for her younger siblings. Marietta bit back her comments about personal grooming. She instead lowered her hand back down. “You have such a pretty face, Evi.” She complimented. “I hope it’s always seen.”
Silence was a good a friend to Marietta than any. She may even argue that silence was her best friend. Most days it was a comforting blanket around a nervous girl. It was a mother’s soothing, gentle touch. It calmed the turmoil deep within Marietta, inviting her to feel peace and serenity.
When she awoke this morning, she took her time to carefully ready herself. She braided her hair up, took special care in choosing her clothes, and applied and reapplied her makeup until she determined it to be perfect. All of this was for this day, a day she looked so forward to. A day where she could just read, in silence, in peace with no pressing engagements she had to worry about. She could be in her own little world that was far more lovely than the current one.
And so Marietta was enjoying this day of silence. She began with reading about music, humming slightly along to the tune playing in her head. She moved to art, admiring the now faded illustrations as if they were still in their full glory. But by the time Evi found her, Marietta was no longer reading about art or music, but of mathematics. Her eyebrow furrowed as she tried to decipher the numbers and logic before her. Geometry was of interest to Marrieta, specifically angles. Marietta was so absorbed in her readings that she did not notice Evi at first- which was surprising given Evi’s spectacular entrance. It wasn’t until her sister physically touched her did Marietta jump with a racing heart. Her steely grey eyes blinked as her mind rejoined reality.
Creative… nonsense? Marietta took a deep breath. Slowly and calmly she put down her reading materials. The blanket of silence was now torn from her body. Was she annoyed? If she were, it certainly didn’t show on Marietta’s face. Her lips curled into a patient smile as she took in her sister’s request. “Now Evi, you know I am always willing to help you. But you should always take care on how you ask for it. Creative nonsense? You should know better than to diminish something you don’t understand.” Marietta’s voice was gentle and soft. She took care not to chastise her sister too much. A few sentences would more than suffice.
Marietta stopped to ponder just how she could assist her sister. Exactly how does one teach creativity? “Aside from it being nonsense…” Marietta began slowly. She tasted each word as it slipped from her tongue, carefully planning each one ahead. “What else do you think of it? When you listen to music, what are your thoughts? See a painting, do you feel anything? What are your beliefs? Motivations?”
As Marietta spoke her hand went to her sister’s hair, pulling the few stand she missed from it out of her face. She tutted, shaking her head slightly. This was a natural reaction for Marietta, especially for her younger siblings. Marietta bit back her comments about personal grooming. She instead lowered her hand back down. “You have such a pretty face, Evi.” She complimented. “I hope it’s always seen.”
Everything in Marietta’s world was done with such precision. It would be easy to say that the older of the Antonis siblings treated everything thus because of her nervous nature. But it wasn’t. Even around Evi, whom Marietta was most likely to be herself, without the shackles of introverted fear holding her back, she was still very calm and careful. Evi’s whirlwind entry into Marietta’s world was enough to set her on edge already, she could tell by the look in the other girl’s eyes. The younger sibling did not apologise though, the words dying on her lips before ever being spoken.
The rebuke, however, was not something Evi could ignore so easily. Evi ducked her head. Marietta always knew what to say to make her feel shameful. She hadn’t meant it that way, of course… she was just so riled up and frustrated that her - admittedly minimal - attempts were fraught with mistakes. Evi rarely made errors, so to come across something that she found difficult was a challenge in and of itself. The perfectionist in her wanted to be able to complete anything she set her mind to without hardship or too much practice.
That impatience was what she felt now. The girl took a deep breath and looked up at her sister again. “I’m sorry,” she murmured with a slight self-depreciating smile, “You’re right… it isn’t nonsense, it’s just harder than I envisaged initially, and I want so much to be good at everything that to find out I am not…” Evi trailed off, leaving the rest unspoken.
“What do I think of it? What do I feel?” The girl asked incredulously. She had no answer to such a strange question. Marrietta always had had a way of making Evi feel like she was 6 inches tall. This was such a time. Evi wondered if she had missed something when reading her books - if there was a scholarly answer to her questions. She doubted it. But Evi found so much more comfort in books than she did elsewhere. This arts… well it wasn’t nonsense, she had already agreed as much… but it was nonsensical. There was no logic or reason behind a painting or a piece of music, not in the same way that people studied human anatomy, at least.
The girl leaned backwars, resting her lower arm and elbow on her sister’s legs as she considered the question in earnest. “I guess… I guess I enjoy listening to music. And some paintings are nice to look at,” Evi finished lamely. When Marietta tucked some loose strands of hair behind her head, Evi smiled ruefully. Often there was something not quite right with Evi’s appearance, at least by Marietta’s standards. Evi just had more important things to do than make sure her hair was always perfectly done up. “Not as beautiful as yours, though,” she replied, smile more genuine this time, and she meant it.
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Everything in Marietta’s world was done with such precision. It would be easy to say that the older of the Antonis siblings treated everything thus because of her nervous nature. But it wasn’t. Even around Evi, whom Marietta was most likely to be herself, without the shackles of introverted fear holding her back, she was still very calm and careful. Evi’s whirlwind entry into Marietta’s world was enough to set her on edge already, she could tell by the look in the other girl’s eyes. The younger sibling did not apologise though, the words dying on her lips before ever being spoken.
The rebuke, however, was not something Evi could ignore so easily. Evi ducked her head. Marietta always knew what to say to make her feel shameful. She hadn’t meant it that way, of course… she was just so riled up and frustrated that her - admittedly minimal - attempts were fraught with mistakes. Evi rarely made errors, so to come across something that she found difficult was a challenge in and of itself. The perfectionist in her wanted to be able to complete anything she set her mind to without hardship or too much practice.
That impatience was what she felt now. The girl took a deep breath and looked up at her sister again. “I’m sorry,” she murmured with a slight self-depreciating smile, “You’re right… it isn’t nonsense, it’s just harder than I envisaged initially, and I want so much to be good at everything that to find out I am not…” Evi trailed off, leaving the rest unspoken.
“What do I think of it? What do I feel?” The girl asked incredulously. She had no answer to such a strange question. Marrietta always had had a way of making Evi feel like she was 6 inches tall. This was such a time. Evi wondered if she had missed something when reading her books - if there was a scholarly answer to her questions. She doubted it. But Evi found so much more comfort in books than she did elsewhere. This arts… well it wasn’t nonsense, she had already agreed as much… but it was nonsensical. There was no logic or reason behind a painting or a piece of music, not in the same way that people studied human anatomy, at least.
The girl leaned backwars, resting her lower arm and elbow on her sister’s legs as she considered the question in earnest. “I guess… I guess I enjoy listening to music. And some paintings are nice to look at,” Evi finished lamely. When Marietta tucked some loose strands of hair behind her head, Evi smiled ruefully. Often there was something not quite right with Evi’s appearance, at least by Marietta’s standards. Evi just had more important things to do than make sure her hair was always perfectly done up. “Not as beautiful as yours, though,” she replied, smile more genuine this time, and she meant it.
Everything in Marietta’s world was done with such precision. It would be easy to say that the older of the Antonis siblings treated everything thus because of her nervous nature. But it wasn’t. Even around Evi, whom Marietta was most likely to be herself, without the shackles of introverted fear holding her back, she was still very calm and careful. Evi’s whirlwind entry into Marietta’s world was enough to set her on edge already, she could tell by the look in the other girl’s eyes. The younger sibling did not apologise though, the words dying on her lips before ever being spoken.
The rebuke, however, was not something Evi could ignore so easily. Evi ducked her head. Marietta always knew what to say to make her feel shameful. She hadn’t meant it that way, of course… she was just so riled up and frustrated that her - admittedly minimal - attempts were fraught with mistakes. Evi rarely made errors, so to come across something that she found difficult was a challenge in and of itself. The perfectionist in her wanted to be able to complete anything she set her mind to without hardship or too much practice.
That impatience was what she felt now. The girl took a deep breath and looked up at her sister again. “I’m sorry,” she murmured with a slight self-depreciating smile, “You’re right… it isn’t nonsense, it’s just harder than I envisaged initially, and I want so much to be good at everything that to find out I am not…” Evi trailed off, leaving the rest unspoken.
“What do I think of it? What do I feel?” The girl asked incredulously. She had no answer to such a strange question. Marrietta always had had a way of making Evi feel like she was 6 inches tall. This was such a time. Evi wondered if she had missed something when reading her books - if there was a scholarly answer to her questions. She doubted it. But Evi found so much more comfort in books than she did elsewhere. This arts… well it wasn’t nonsense, she had already agreed as much… but it was nonsensical. There was no logic or reason behind a painting or a piece of music, not in the same way that people studied human anatomy, at least.
The girl leaned backwars, resting her lower arm and elbow on her sister’s legs as she considered the question in earnest. “I guess… I guess I enjoy listening to music. And some paintings are nice to look at,” Evi finished lamely. When Marietta tucked some loose strands of hair behind her head, Evi smiled ruefully. Often there was something not quite right with Evi’s appearance, at least by Marietta’s standards. Evi just had more important things to do than make sure her hair was always perfectly done up. “Not as beautiful as yours, though,” she replied, smile more genuine this time, and she meant it.
“My, my, I wonder who you got that silver tongue from.” Marietta giggled, “Flattery, Evi, will get you everywhere with me.”
Teasing aside, Marietta considered her words. How could she best explain art to someone who didn’t understand? Marietta presumed Evi saw paintings as paint on a surface. Color combinations might be more pleasing than others, but at the end of the day it was just that. How could she show Evi that there was so much more to art than what is in plain eye view?
“Art to me…” Marietta began slowly. She chewed on her lip as she chose each word very carefully, “Isn’t simply creativity and what you would call nonsense. There is logic to art. But, clearly, it’s not just logic. Art is a marriage between both mindsets. A scientific aspect of art is how we pair colors together. Some mix well with others, while others clash. Think of it as pairing a sharp note with a flat note. The ringing in your ears cause discomfort, don’t they? The same can be said with colors. Another scientific aspect to art is in ratios. In music we prefer a pattern that makes sense, no? A beginning, a chorus, the middle, another chorus, and an end, to put it in the simplest terms. Or, perhaps, ratios. For instance, look at the Parthenon. Look at the way it’s built. Mathematics and art went into the creation of the Parthenon, and in the marriage, it became an awe-inspiring beauty.”
Marietta stood now. She went over to where she kept her sketches, going through them methodically. “But then for the creative side. Everyone has that creativity in them. It’s how we problem solve. The way you walked into the room had a little…” Marietta shot her sister a smile, “Dramatic flair, shall we call it that? Ah- Here we are!” Marietta pulled out a few sketches and laid them out for her sister to see.
“Creativity is born from the emotion that we feel. This sketch here,” she showed the first one. It was erratically drawn, with sharp turns and jagged edges. “I felt angry the other day. I… disagreed with one of our sisters, I won’t get into it.” Marietta grimaced. “Instead of arguing I went, and I drew this. And by the time I was finished I had forgotten that I was even mad at her to begin with.”
“And then, oh this one,” She pulled out another sketch. Unlike the last which was jagged, this one had smoother, flowing lies. It was reminiscent of the sea on a calm, peaceful summer’s evening. “This one was inspired by you and Hebe. It was a simple interaction between sisters, and I found it so beautiful. The moment itself was not too notable, I doubt you’d even remember. But you smiled so brightly that day. Oh and thi-“ Marietta cut herself off before she finished. Her face began to tinge red, realizing what she was about to show. Marietta had recently began dabbling in creating portraits. This portrait was of a man Marietta very much should not be thinking of.
“No, that one isn’t ready.” Marietta cleared her throat and put down the sketches. “That doesn’t matter. Look at these two. There’s logic in how the lines are drawn, mathematics to determine exact shapes and angles. But there’s also emotion. Art isn’t created with a plan. True art, beautiful art, is made on a whim. It’s made to express a thought, or a feeling. Music is the same. To truly appreciate the beauty before you, try to understand the intentions in it. Why was this made? What inspired it? These answers you might ever know, but by asking these questions you may draw your own conclusions.”
Marietta finished her lengthy lecture by once more sitting beside her sister. Her head tilted to one side. “Why do you want to learn this, Evi?”
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“My, my, I wonder who you got that silver tongue from.” Marietta giggled, “Flattery, Evi, will get you everywhere with me.”
Teasing aside, Marietta considered her words. How could she best explain art to someone who didn’t understand? Marietta presumed Evi saw paintings as paint on a surface. Color combinations might be more pleasing than others, but at the end of the day it was just that. How could she show Evi that there was so much more to art than what is in plain eye view?
“Art to me…” Marietta began slowly. She chewed on her lip as she chose each word very carefully, “Isn’t simply creativity and what you would call nonsense. There is logic to art. But, clearly, it’s not just logic. Art is a marriage between both mindsets. A scientific aspect of art is how we pair colors together. Some mix well with others, while others clash. Think of it as pairing a sharp note with a flat note. The ringing in your ears cause discomfort, don’t they? The same can be said with colors. Another scientific aspect to art is in ratios. In music we prefer a pattern that makes sense, no? A beginning, a chorus, the middle, another chorus, and an end, to put it in the simplest terms. Or, perhaps, ratios. For instance, look at the Parthenon. Look at the way it’s built. Mathematics and art went into the creation of the Parthenon, and in the marriage, it became an awe-inspiring beauty.”
Marietta stood now. She went over to where she kept her sketches, going through them methodically. “But then for the creative side. Everyone has that creativity in them. It’s how we problem solve. The way you walked into the room had a little…” Marietta shot her sister a smile, “Dramatic flair, shall we call it that? Ah- Here we are!” Marietta pulled out a few sketches and laid them out for her sister to see.
“Creativity is born from the emotion that we feel. This sketch here,” she showed the first one. It was erratically drawn, with sharp turns and jagged edges. “I felt angry the other day. I… disagreed with one of our sisters, I won’t get into it.” Marietta grimaced. “Instead of arguing I went, and I drew this. And by the time I was finished I had forgotten that I was even mad at her to begin with.”
“And then, oh this one,” She pulled out another sketch. Unlike the last which was jagged, this one had smoother, flowing lies. It was reminiscent of the sea on a calm, peaceful summer’s evening. “This one was inspired by you and Hebe. It was a simple interaction between sisters, and I found it so beautiful. The moment itself was not too notable, I doubt you’d even remember. But you smiled so brightly that day. Oh and thi-“ Marietta cut herself off before she finished. Her face began to tinge red, realizing what she was about to show. Marietta had recently began dabbling in creating portraits. This portrait was of a man Marietta very much should not be thinking of.
“No, that one isn’t ready.” Marietta cleared her throat and put down the sketches. “That doesn’t matter. Look at these two. There’s logic in how the lines are drawn, mathematics to determine exact shapes and angles. But there’s also emotion. Art isn’t created with a plan. True art, beautiful art, is made on a whim. It’s made to express a thought, or a feeling. Music is the same. To truly appreciate the beauty before you, try to understand the intentions in it. Why was this made? What inspired it? These answers you might ever know, but by asking these questions you may draw your own conclusions.”
Marietta finished her lengthy lecture by once more sitting beside her sister. Her head tilted to one side. “Why do you want to learn this, Evi?”
“My, my, I wonder who you got that silver tongue from.” Marietta giggled, “Flattery, Evi, will get you everywhere with me.”
Teasing aside, Marietta considered her words. How could she best explain art to someone who didn’t understand? Marietta presumed Evi saw paintings as paint on a surface. Color combinations might be more pleasing than others, but at the end of the day it was just that. How could she show Evi that there was so much more to art than what is in plain eye view?
“Art to me…” Marietta began slowly. She chewed on her lip as she chose each word very carefully, “Isn’t simply creativity and what you would call nonsense. There is logic to art. But, clearly, it’s not just logic. Art is a marriage between both mindsets. A scientific aspect of art is how we pair colors together. Some mix well with others, while others clash. Think of it as pairing a sharp note with a flat note. The ringing in your ears cause discomfort, don’t they? The same can be said with colors. Another scientific aspect to art is in ratios. In music we prefer a pattern that makes sense, no? A beginning, a chorus, the middle, another chorus, and an end, to put it in the simplest terms. Or, perhaps, ratios. For instance, look at the Parthenon. Look at the way it’s built. Mathematics and art went into the creation of the Parthenon, and in the marriage, it became an awe-inspiring beauty.”
Marietta stood now. She went over to where she kept her sketches, going through them methodically. “But then for the creative side. Everyone has that creativity in them. It’s how we problem solve. The way you walked into the room had a little…” Marietta shot her sister a smile, “Dramatic flair, shall we call it that? Ah- Here we are!” Marietta pulled out a few sketches and laid them out for her sister to see.
“Creativity is born from the emotion that we feel. This sketch here,” she showed the first one. It was erratically drawn, with sharp turns and jagged edges. “I felt angry the other day. I… disagreed with one of our sisters, I won’t get into it.” Marietta grimaced. “Instead of arguing I went, and I drew this. And by the time I was finished I had forgotten that I was even mad at her to begin with.”
“And then, oh this one,” She pulled out another sketch. Unlike the last which was jagged, this one had smoother, flowing lies. It was reminiscent of the sea on a calm, peaceful summer’s evening. “This one was inspired by you and Hebe. It was a simple interaction between sisters, and I found it so beautiful. The moment itself was not too notable, I doubt you’d even remember. But you smiled so brightly that day. Oh and thi-“ Marietta cut herself off before she finished. Her face began to tinge red, realizing what she was about to show. Marietta had recently began dabbling in creating portraits. This portrait was of a man Marietta very much should not be thinking of.
“No, that one isn’t ready.” Marietta cleared her throat and put down the sketches. “That doesn’t matter. Look at these two. There’s logic in how the lines are drawn, mathematics to determine exact shapes and angles. But there’s also emotion. Art isn’t created with a plan. True art, beautiful art, is made on a whim. It’s made to express a thought, or a feeling. Music is the same. To truly appreciate the beauty before you, try to understand the intentions in it. Why was this made? What inspired it? These answers you might ever know, but by asking these questions you may draw your own conclusions.”
Marietta finished her lengthy lecture by once more sitting beside her sister. Her head tilted to one side. “Why do you want to learn this, Evi?”
“I never said creativity was nonsense!” The younger of the Antonis siblings exclaimed, somewhat irritated at herself that she had spoken out of turn earlier and now Marietta had the wrong idea. It seemed that the rest of what Marietta said, unfortunately, was lost on Evi due to her need to correct her elder sister of her beliefs about Evi. “I have great respect for creativity. I am not a simple mindless drone seeking knowledge through the written word. I have other interests too, you know. I do like the… arts.” she finished lamely.
Evi tried to listen, she really did.
It wasn’t that Marietta wasn’t interesting. She really was. Though Marietta didn’t like large groups or big crowds or… anything that Evi liked really, she was a surprisingly good orator. Evi imagined, with the right push, Marietta could be just as much a social butterfly as Evi was. She said all the right things, and her tone of voice was nothing short of mesmerising when listened to, much like Evi. The problem was that Marietta was just so unsure of herself. Only her sisters or close friends got to see this side of her. It was a shame really.
There could be an audience of a thousand strong, and Evi would be okay with that. She would be okay because she knew the only opinions she cared for were those of the people she loved. The rest would fall in line, carried by her words, her tone of voice, her smiles. She knew that if she could catch the few, she could catch the many. But Marietta did not see some polite crowd from the rich end of town. She only saw jostling people, vying for the best position, looking with hard, unshakeable gazes whenever she spoke. The was a sad truth that anxiety controlled what Marietta felt she could do when out in the world.
“I like this one,” she said, pointing at the one Marietta said was inspired by Evi and Hebe. “You’re right, I don’t remember the moment, but I like it all the same. We look happy.” Which was a rare thing to say when one considered that it was Evi and Hebe they were talking about. It wasn’t that the sisters disliked each other. Not at all. But Evi was incredibly jealous of Hebe’s eidetic memory, and thought that her sister didn’t appreciate the gift she had been given. She loved her sister, but they clashed on occasion as a result of Evi’s jealousy. She did not feel as close to the youngest as she did to Marietta.
“No, let’s see,” Evi grabbed the final picture away from Marietta’s hand, pulling it out to get a good look at it. “Oh, a man. I see why you didn’t want me to see this.” She completely ignored the rest of Marietta’s lesson, in favour of examining the half-finished portrait of a man that Marietta was working on. “Is it of someone I know?” The girl grinned, all teases. She could tell from both her sister’s desire to hide the portrait, and the care she had taken over drawing it so far, that this was someone who was important to Marietta.
She looked up, trying to gauge Marietta’s reaction, before handing the portrait back by placing it on the pile before them. Evi thought she recognised the face that was coming alive on the paper, but she couldn’t be sure. Evi’s smile disappeared, her features taking on a more genuinely interested expression. There, in her face, was the promise that she wouldn’t make light of whatever Marietta said, that she would treat it with the respect any admission of emotion deserved. “Is it someone you like, sister?”
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“I never said creativity was nonsense!” The younger of the Antonis siblings exclaimed, somewhat irritated at herself that she had spoken out of turn earlier and now Marietta had the wrong idea. It seemed that the rest of what Marietta said, unfortunately, was lost on Evi due to her need to correct her elder sister of her beliefs about Evi. “I have great respect for creativity. I am not a simple mindless drone seeking knowledge through the written word. I have other interests too, you know. I do like the… arts.” she finished lamely.
Evi tried to listen, she really did.
It wasn’t that Marietta wasn’t interesting. She really was. Though Marietta didn’t like large groups or big crowds or… anything that Evi liked really, she was a surprisingly good orator. Evi imagined, with the right push, Marietta could be just as much a social butterfly as Evi was. She said all the right things, and her tone of voice was nothing short of mesmerising when listened to, much like Evi. The problem was that Marietta was just so unsure of herself. Only her sisters or close friends got to see this side of her. It was a shame really.
There could be an audience of a thousand strong, and Evi would be okay with that. She would be okay because she knew the only opinions she cared for were those of the people she loved. The rest would fall in line, carried by her words, her tone of voice, her smiles. She knew that if she could catch the few, she could catch the many. But Marietta did not see some polite crowd from the rich end of town. She only saw jostling people, vying for the best position, looking with hard, unshakeable gazes whenever she spoke. The was a sad truth that anxiety controlled what Marietta felt she could do when out in the world.
“I like this one,” she said, pointing at the one Marietta said was inspired by Evi and Hebe. “You’re right, I don’t remember the moment, but I like it all the same. We look happy.” Which was a rare thing to say when one considered that it was Evi and Hebe they were talking about. It wasn’t that the sisters disliked each other. Not at all. But Evi was incredibly jealous of Hebe’s eidetic memory, and thought that her sister didn’t appreciate the gift she had been given. She loved her sister, but they clashed on occasion as a result of Evi’s jealousy. She did not feel as close to the youngest as she did to Marietta.
“No, let’s see,” Evi grabbed the final picture away from Marietta’s hand, pulling it out to get a good look at it. “Oh, a man. I see why you didn’t want me to see this.” She completely ignored the rest of Marietta’s lesson, in favour of examining the half-finished portrait of a man that Marietta was working on. “Is it of someone I know?” The girl grinned, all teases. She could tell from both her sister’s desire to hide the portrait, and the care she had taken over drawing it so far, that this was someone who was important to Marietta.
She looked up, trying to gauge Marietta’s reaction, before handing the portrait back by placing it on the pile before them. Evi thought she recognised the face that was coming alive on the paper, but she couldn’t be sure. Evi’s smile disappeared, her features taking on a more genuinely interested expression. There, in her face, was the promise that she wouldn’t make light of whatever Marietta said, that she would treat it with the respect any admission of emotion deserved. “Is it someone you like, sister?”
“I never said creativity was nonsense!” The younger of the Antonis siblings exclaimed, somewhat irritated at herself that she had spoken out of turn earlier and now Marietta had the wrong idea. It seemed that the rest of what Marietta said, unfortunately, was lost on Evi due to her need to correct her elder sister of her beliefs about Evi. “I have great respect for creativity. I am not a simple mindless drone seeking knowledge through the written word. I have other interests too, you know. I do like the… arts.” she finished lamely.
Evi tried to listen, she really did.
It wasn’t that Marietta wasn’t interesting. She really was. Though Marietta didn’t like large groups or big crowds or… anything that Evi liked really, she was a surprisingly good orator. Evi imagined, with the right push, Marietta could be just as much a social butterfly as Evi was. She said all the right things, and her tone of voice was nothing short of mesmerising when listened to, much like Evi. The problem was that Marietta was just so unsure of herself. Only her sisters or close friends got to see this side of her. It was a shame really.
There could be an audience of a thousand strong, and Evi would be okay with that. She would be okay because she knew the only opinions she cared for were those of the people she loved. The rest would fall in line, carried by her words, her tone of voice, her smiles. She knew that if she could catch the few, she could catch the many. But Marietta did not see some polite crowd from the rich end of town. She only saw jostling people, vying for the best position, looking with hard, unshakeable gazes whenever she spoke. The was a sad truth that anxiety controlled what Marietta felt she could do when out in the world.
“I like this one,” she said, pointing at the one Marietta said was inspired by Evi and Hebe. “You’re right, I don’t remember the moment, but I like it all the same. We look happy.” Which was a rare thing to say when one considered that it was Evi and Hebe they were talking about. It wasn’t that the sisters disliked each other. Not at all. But Evi was incredibly jealous of Hebe’s eidetic memory, and thought that her sister didn’t appreciate the gift she had been given. She loved her sister, but they clashed on occasion as a result of Evi’s jealousy. She did not feel as close to the youngest as she did to Marietta.
“No, let’s see,” Evi grabbed the final picture away from Marietta’s hand, pulling it out to get a good look at it. “Oh, a man. I see why you didn’t want me to see this.” She completely ignored the rest of Marietta’s lesson, in favour of examining the half-finished portrait of a man that Marietta was working on. “Is it of someone I know?” The girl grinned, all teases. She could tell from both her sister’s desire to hide the portrait, and the care she had taken over drawing it so far, that this was someone who was important to Marietta.
She looked up, trying to gauge Marietta’s reaction, before handing the portrait back by placing it on the pile before them. Evi thought she recognised the face that was coming alive on the paper, but she couldn’t be sure. Evi’s smile disappeared, her features taking on a more genuinely interested expression. There, in her face, was the promise that she wouldn’t make light of whatever Marietta said, that she would treat it with the respect any admission of emotion deserved. “Is it someone you like, sister?”
Two years ago there was a man. He was a handsome man. He was older and much more experienced. His eyes drew Marietta in, locking her in place. His very presence caused her heart to race and palms to sweat. His voice was like music, and his grasp was something that lulled Marietta into a sense of warmth and safety, no matter all that was going on around him. He melted away reality, and brought Marietta into a new, beautiful world.
This man was Hector of Arcana. The crush remained that- just a crush. He had children around Marietta’s age, and he was a commoner, technically unworthy of Marietta. And yet two years later Marietta still thought back of those days fondly, especially the day the storm rocked Athenia. The way the water droplets slid down his face as he carried the injured girl, or the memory of him taking such care of putting Marietta down so he could continue his heroics with the Princess, still brought flutters to Marietta to this day.
And so when Evi had caught the half-drawn picture, Marietta’s face grew red as if caught in a dirty secret. “N-No,” She stuttered. “I-I don’t like anyone, Evi. Don’t be foolish.” That part was technically true. Marietta didn’t like anyone at the current moment. Over the years the crush had dulled as she remembered her place in the world. Her memories were all that remained of a love that never got to be explored. An occasional yearning for an experience that Marietta most likely would never have.
“And n-no. It’s not someone you know.” Actually, it was very likely that Evi had seen Hector before. But how could Marietta admit that she was drawing a commoner? It was embarrassing enough that Hebe had caught her being girlish and crushing on the man years prior, she was not going to admit to her foolishness to her other younger sister. This was the musings of a child who still was discovering the world. Marietta knew her place now, she knew responsibility. Right?
“Besides even if I did have a crush right now, and I do not, it wouldn’t much matter now would it? It’s much more important that Sanasa find a man right now. And then you, and even eventually Hebe.” The fact of the matter was, Marietta would likely grow to be a spinster. She could not speak to a man to save her life. She couldn’t speak to a human, really, that wasn’t her family or close friends. Marietta loathed communicating outside those in her little bubble of safety. It was so much easier of things just remained the same. Besides, the people around her were interesting. Eli was fun to talk to about art, Sofia was good at getting a more adventurous side of Marietta out. And her sisters were someone that she cherished more than anything in the world.
Marietta flipped her works over so they were face down. She fanned the heat off of her face, trying to recollect herself. “Right… what were we talking about again?” Marietta blinked at her sister. “Right… art was it? That was it?” she cleared her throat again, still clearly very much flustered. “It’s a little warm in here, isn’t it?” She fanned a little faster. “Should we take a walk outside? I could use a bit of air.”
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Two years ago there was a man. He was a handsome man. He was older and much more experienced. His eyes drew Marietta in, locking her in place. His very presence caused her heart to race and palms to sweat. His voice was like music, and his grasp was something that lulled Marietta into a sense of warmth and safety, no matter all that was going on around him. He melted away reality, and brought Marietta into a new, beautiful world.
This man was Hector of Arcana. The crush remained that- just a crush. He had children around Marietta’s age, and he was a commoner, technically unworthy of Marietta. And yet two years later Marietta still thought back of those days fondly, especially the day the storm rocked Athenia. The way the water droplets slid down his face as he carried the injured girl, or the memory of him taking such care of putting Marietta down so he could continue his heroics with the Princess, still brought flutters to Marietta to this day.
And so when Evi had caught the half-drawn picture, Marietta’s face grew red as if caught in a dirty secret. “N-No,” She stuttered. “I-I don’t like anyone, Evi. Don’t be foolish.” That part was technically true. Marietta didn’t like anyone at the current moment. Over the years the crush had dulled as she remembered her place in the world. Her memories were all that remained of a love that never got to be explored. An occasional yearning for an experience that Marietta most likely would never have.
“And n-no. It’s not someone you know.” Actually, it was very likely that Evi had seen Hector before. But how could Marietta admit that she was drawing a commoner? It was embarrassing enough that Hebe had caught her being girlish and crushing on the man years prior, she was not going to admit to her foolishness to her other younger sister. This was the musings of a child who still was discovering the world. Marietta knew her place now, she knew responsibility. Right?
“Besides even if I did have a crush right now, and I do not, it wouldn’t much matter now would it? It’s much more important that Sanasa find a man right now. And then you, and even eventually Hebe.” The fact of the matter was, Marietta would likely grow to be a spinster. She could not speak to a man to save her life. She couldn’t speak to a human, really, that wasn’t her family or close friends. Marietta loathed communicating outside those in her little bubble of safety. It was so much easier of things just remained the same. Besides, the people around her were interesting. Eli was fun to talk to about art, Sofia was good at getting a more adventurous side of Marietta out. And her sisters were someone that she cherished more than anything in the world.
Marietta flipped her works over so they were face down. She fanned the heat off of her face, trying to recollect herself. “Right… what were we talking about again?” Marietta blinked at her sister. “Right… art was it? That was it?” she cleared her throat again, still clearly very much flustered. “It’s a little warm in here, isn’t it?” She fanned a little faster. “Should we take a walk outside? I could use a bit of air.”
Two years ago there was a man. He was a handsome man. He was older and much more experienced. His eyes drew Marietta in, locking her in place. His very presence caused her heart to race and palms to sweat. His voice was like music, and his grasp was something that lulled Marietta into a sense of warmth and safety, no matter all that was going on around him. He melted away reality, and brought Marietta into a new, beautiful world.
This man was Hector of Arcana. The crush remained that- just a crush. He had children around Marietta’s age, and he was a commoner, technically unworthy of Marietta. And yet two years later Marietta still thought back of those days fondly, especially the day the storm rocked Athenia. The way the water droplets slid down his face as he carried the injured girl, or the memory of him taking such care of putting Marietta down so he could continue his heroics with the Princess, still brought flutters to Marietta to this day.
And so when Evi had caught the half-drawn picture, Marietta’s face grew red as if caught in a dirty secret. “N-No,” She stuttered. “I-I don’t like anyone, Evi. Don’t be foolish.” That part was technically true. Marietta didn’t like anyone at the current moment. Over the years the crush had dulled as she remembered her place in the world. Her memories were all that remained of a love that never got to be explored. An occasional yearning for an experience that Marietta most likely would never have.
“And n-no. It’s not someone you know.” Actually, it was very likely that Evi had seen Hector before. But how could Marietta admit that she was drawing a commoner? It was embarrassing enough that Hebe had caught her being girlish and crushing on the man years prior, she was not going to admit to her foolishness to her other younger sister. This was the musings of a child who still was discovering the world. Marietta knew her place now, she knew responsibility. Right?
“Besides even if I did have a crush right now, and I do not, it wouldn’t much matter now would it? It’s much more important that Sanasa find a man right now. And then you, and even eventually Hebe.” The fact of the matter was, Marietta would likely grow to be a spinster. She could not speak to a man to save her life. She couldn’t speak to a human, really, that wasn’t her family or close friends. Marietta loathed communicating outside those in her little bubble of safety. It was so much easier of things just remained the same. Besides, the people around her were interesting. Eli was fun to talk to about art, Sofia was good at getting a more adventurous side of Marietta out. And her sisters were someone that she cherished more than anything in the world.
Marietta flipped her works over so they were face down. She fanned the heat off of her face, trying to recollect herself. “Right… what were we talking about again?” Marietta blinked at her sister. “Right… art was it? That was it?” she cleared her throat again, still clearly very much flustered. “It’s a little warm in here, isn’t it?” She fanned a little faster. “Should we take a walk outside? I could use a bit of air.”
She was actually stumbling over her words. That was a first. It suggested that Marietta was not being completely honest with her. That hurt, a little, the fact that Marietta felt she had to hide part of who she was from her sister. Evi had always thought the two of them to be the closest of the four, hiding very few, if any, secrets between them. They had always had a policy of honesty between the pair, days spent together in companionable silence, talking only every so often, sharing tidbits that they were reading, or asking random questions. It was times like that when things came out.
It felt so natural that Evi couldn’t ever imagine keeping something from Marietta.
“Well, if you say so…” the younger of the pair agreed quietly, allowing Marietta, in those few short words, to understand that Evi knew she wasn’t being completely honest with her. She knew she recognised that face, but she couldn’t place where she knew the face from. It was weird, to be completely honest. Evi didn’t have Hebe’s eidetic memory, but she was very good with faces and names. Her whole reputation for being a perfect social companion was built on her ability to remember who she had spoken to and what they had talked about. Maybe it was someone she had only ever seen in passing, but never really spoken to.
The girl raised a sculpted eyebrow in surprise, “Well… not necessarily.” It was true that Sanasa was supposed to be the first to marry, as well as being the one to secure the best match. But that didn’t mean that the others couldn’t try out the merchandise all the same. Besides, Sanasa was getting on in years, and she had two younger sisters who were both of marrying age. All four sisters were now out in society too. It couldn’t be expected that the rest would wait for Sanasa to take her sweet time.
“Sanasa will find someone, but that is her problem. And why have you excluded yourself from the count? You’re the second sister of four, surely you will be expected to find someone before me.” Evi tilted her head to the side, reaching up, much like Marietta often did, to tuck some of her hair behind her ear. “Hebe is too young anyway. But you… you’re of marrying age, why should you not be able to find someone?”
“Oh, no, none of that,” the girl said, pulling at her sister’s arm playfully. But she agreed they could go outside. It was such a lovely and temperate day anyway, though Evi thought Marietta was just feeling hot because of the line of questioning. She really was adorable. “I think we’ve moved on from art now, let’s talk about you. Let’s talk about you and guys. Because…” Evi linked arms with her sister, “Because there must be someone out there who had caught your eye?”
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She was actually stumbling over her words. That was a first. It suggested that Marietta was not being completely honest with her. That hurt, a little, the fact that Marietta felt she had to hide part of who she was from her sister. Evi had always thought the two of them to be the closest of the four, hiding very few, if any, secrets between them. They had always had a policy of honesty between the pair, days spent together in companionable silence, talking only every so often, sharing tidbits that they were reading, or asking random questions. It was times like that when things came out.
It felt so natural that Evi couldn’t ever imagine keeping something from Marietta.
“Well, if you say so…” the younger of the pair agreed quietly, allowing Marietta, in those few short words, to understand that Evi knew she wasn’t being completely honest with her. She knew she recognised that face, but she couldn’t place where she knew the face from. It was weird, to be completely honest. Evi didn’t have Hebe’s eidetic memory, but she was very good with faces and names. Her whole reputation for being a perfect social companion was built on her ability to remember who she had spoken to and what they had talked about. Maybe it was someone she had only ever seen in passing, but never really spoken to.
The girl raised a sculpted eyebrow in surprise, “Well… not necessarily.” It was true that Sanasa was supposed to be the first to marry, as well as being the one to secure the best match. But that didn’t mean that the others couldn’t try out the merchandise all the same. Besides, Sanasa was getting on in years, and she had two younger sisters who were both of marrying age. All four sisters were now out in society too. It couldn’t be expected that the rest would wait for Sanasa to take her sweet time.
“Sanasa will find someone, but that is her problem. And why have you excluded yourself from the count? You’re the second sister of four, surely you will be expected to find someone before me.” Evi tilted her head to the side, reaching up, much like Marietta often did, to tuck some of her hair behind her ear. “Hebe is too young anyway. But you… you’re of marrying age, why should you not be able to find someone?”
“Oh, no, none of that,” the girl said, pulling at her sister’s arm playfully. But she agreed they could go outside. It was such a lovely and temperate day anyway, though Evi thought Marietta was just feeling hot because of the line of questioning. She really was adorable. “I think we’ve moved on from art now, let’s talk about you. Let’s talk about you and guys. Because…” Evi linked arms with her sister, “Because there must be someone out there who had caught your eye?”
She was actually stumbling over her words. That was a first. It suggested that Marietta was not being completely honest with her. That hurt, a little, the fact that Marietta felt she had to hide part of who she was from her sister. Evi had always thought the two of them to be the closest of the four, hiding very few, if any, secrets between them. They had always had a policy of honesty between the pair, days spent together in companionable silence, talking only every so often, sharing tidbits that they were reading, or asking random questions. It was times like that when things came out.
It felt so natural that Evi couldn’t ever imagine keeping something from Marietta.
“Well, if you say so…” the younger of the pair agreed quietly, allowing Marietta, in those few short words, to understand that Evi knew she wasn’t being completely honest with her. She knew she recognised that face, but she couldn’t place where she knew the face from. It was weird, to be completely honest. Evi didn’t have Hebe’s eidetic memory, but she was very good with faces and names. Her whole reputation for being a perfect social companion was built on her ability to remember who she had spoken to and what they had talked about. Maybe it was someone she had only ever seen in passing, but never really spoken to.
The girl raised a sculpted eyebrow in surprise, “Well… not necessarily.” It was true that Sanasa was supposed to be the first to marry, as well as being the one to secure the best match. But that didn’t mean that the others couldn’t try out the merchandise all the same. Besides, Sanasa was getting on in years, and she had two younger sisters who were both of marrying age. All four sisters were now out in society too. It couldn’t be expected that the rest would wait for Sanasa to take her sweet time.
“Sanasa will find someone, but that is her problem. And why have you excluded yourself from the count? You’re the second sister of four, surely you will be expected to find someone before me.” Evi tilted her head to the side, reaching up, much like Marietta often did, to tuck some of her hair behind her ear. “Hebe is too young anyway. But you… you’re of marrying age, why should you not be able to find someone?”
“Oh, no, none of that,” the girl said, pulling at her sister’s arm playfully. But she agreed they could go outside. It was such a lovely and temperate day anyway, though Evi thought Marietta was just feeling hot because of the line of questioning. She really was adorable. “I think we’ve moved on from art now, let’s talk about you. Let’s talk about you and guys. Because…” Evi linked arms with her sister, “Because there must be someone out there who had caught your eye?”
Creativity is born from the emotion that we feel. Marietta had said that just a few moments prior. Because of that, many of Marietta’s creation had a tinge of jealousy. She was a jealous creature, something that she tried to bury down deep. Marietta saw herself as lesser. She was pretty, but not the most beautiful of the Antonis sisters. That claim belonged to Sanasa and Evi. She was intelligent, but that did not hold a candle to Evi’s intellect. Marietta was kind and polite, but she could not talk to others to save her life. And so when she saw her sisters and friends, she could not help but feel that twinge of jealousy. She wished to be like them. To have even a fraction of the confidence that they carried would transform Marietta closer to the person she dreams of being.
But at her current state Marietta did not feel she would ever marry, and if she did it would be done by her parent’s arrangement. This was not something she necessarily lamented. Marietta had long come to terms with this fact. Instead, she focused on being the best older sister she could be to Evi and Hebe and prepare them for the world they’ve yet to face. It was fine, she was fine, all of this was just fine.
The sisters had moved from the house to the gardens. It was a lovely day with the flowers in full bloom. Colors were everywhere, and the sweet floral scent wafted over the two young Ladies. The sun was high in the sky, it’s beams gently caressing Marietta’s smooth skin, bringing rise to the small hairs on her arm. A gentle breeze moved through the air, for a moment cooling the crimson in her face. But as Evi continued to speak, the heat reappeared rivaling the sun in the clear blue sky.
“I-I do not know what you’re talking about,” Marietta sputtered, failing miserably to shield her feelings. The girl only knew how to lie in matters that involved gambling. Lying in any other facet in life always failed miserably. “Evi,” Marietta whined, “Let’s stop this line of inquiry. Who on earth would have caught my interest? Elias? Gross, you know I see him as a brother. And, well, especially after... well, never mind that.” She wrinkled her nose delicately. “Boys are just not my area of expertise, Evi. They are….” Terrifying. But most humans shared that quality. They were mystifying. They were intimidating. And the more experienced the man, the more nervous Marietta would feel. “An enigma.”
“Marriage, dear sister, is simply not anything I’m looking for. But you,” Her hand reached out and smoothed Evi’s hair. “You will get married to nothing short of a Prince. You will share love just as deep as our parents’ and have children so beautiful and intelligent that the world will be envious. And I will get to mooch from the royal coffers in order to fund my creative escapades. So really, I see this as a win for us all, don’t you?”
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Creativity is born from the emotion that we feel. Marietta had said that just a few moments prior. Because of that, many of Marietta’s creation had a tinge of jealousy. She was a jealous creature, something that she tried to bury down deep. Marietta saw herself as lesser. She was pretty, but not the most beautiful of the Antonis sisters. That claim belonged to Sanasa and Evi. She was intelligent, but that did not hold a candle to Evi’s intellect. Marietta was kind and polite, but she could not talk to others to save her life. And so when she saw her sisters and friends, she could not help but feel that twinge of jealousy. She wished to be like them. To have even a fraction of the confidence that they carried would transform Marietta closer to the person she dreams of being.
But at her current state Marietta did not feel she would ever marry, and if she did it would be done by her parent’s arrangement. This was not something she necessarily lamented. Marietta had long come to terms with this fact. Instead, she focused on being the best older sister she could be to Evi and Hebe and prepare them for the world they’ve yet to face. It was fine, she was fine, all of this was just fine.
The sisters had moved from the house to the gardens. It was a lovely day with the flowers in full bloom. Colors were everywhere, and the sweet floral scent wafted over the two young Ladies. The sun was high in the sky, it’s beams gently caressing Marietta’s smooth skin, bringing rise to the small hairs on her arm. A gentle breeze moved through the air, for a moment cooling the crimson in her face. But as Evi continued to speak, the heat reappeared rivaling the sun in the clear blue sky.
“I-I do not know what you’re talking about,” Marietta sputtered, failing miserably to shield her feelings. The girl only knew how to lie in matters that involved gambling. Lying in any other facet in life always failed miserably. “Evi,” Marietta whined, “Let’s stop this line of inquiry. Who on earth would have caught my interest? Elias? Gross, you know I see him as a brother. And, well, especially after... well, never mind that.” She wrinkled her nose delicately. “Boys are just not my area of expertise, Evi. They are….” Terrifying. But most humans shared that quality. They were mystifying. They were intimidating. And the more experienced the man, the more nervous Marietta would feel. “An enigma.”
“Marriage, dear sister, is simply not anything I’m looking for. But you,” Her hand reached out and smoothed Evi’s hair. “You will get married to nothing short of a Prince. You will share love just as deep as our parents’ and have children so beautiful and intelligent that the world will be envious. And I will get to mooch from the royal coffers in order to fund my creative escapades. So really, I see this as a win for us all, don’t you?”
Creativity is born from the emotion that we feel. Marietta had said that just a few moments prior. Because of that, many of Marietta’s creation had a tinge of jealousy. She was a jealous creature, something that she tried to bury down deep. Marietta saw herself as lesser. She was pretty, but not the most beautiful of the Antonis sisters. That claim belonged to Sanasa and Evi. She was intelligent, but that did not hold a candle to Evi’s intellect. Marietta was kind and polite, but she could not talk to others to save her life. And so when she saw her sisters and friends, she could not help but feel that twinge of jealousy. She wished to be like them. To have even a fraction of the confidence that they carried would transform Marietta closer to the person she dreams of being.
But at her current state Marietta did not feel she would ever marry, and if she did it would be done by her parent’s arrangement. This was not something she necessarily lamented. Marietta had long come to terms with this fact. Instead, she focused on being the best older sister she could be to Evi and Hebe and prepare them for the world they’ve yet to face. It was fine, she was fine, all of this was just fine.
The sisters had moved from the house to the gardens. It was a lovely day with the flowers in full bloom. Colors were everywhere, and the sweet floral scent wafted over the two young Ladies. The sun was high in the sky, it’s beams gently caressing Marietta’s smooth skin, bringing rise to the small hairs on her arm. A gentle breeze moved through the air, for a moment cooling the crimson in her face. But as Evi continued to speak, the heat reappeared rivaling the sun in the clear blue sky.
“I-I do not know what you’re talking about,” Marietta sputtered, failing miserably to shield her feelings. The girl only knew how to lie in matters that involved gambling. Lying in any other facet in life always failed miserably. “Evi,” Marietta whined, “Let’s stop this line of inquiry. Who on earth would have caught my interest? Elias? Gross, you know I see him as a brother. And, well, especially after... well, never mind that.” She wrinkled her nose delicately. “Boys are just not my area of expertise, Evi. They are….” Terrifying. But most humans shared that quality. They were mystifying. They were intimidating. And the more experienced the man, the more nervous Marietta would feel. “An enigma.”
“Marriage, dear sister, is simply not anything I’m looking for. But you,” Her hand reached out and smoothed Evi’s hair. “You will get married to nothing short of a Prince. You will share love just as deep as our parents’ and have children so beautiful and intelligent that the world will be envious. And I will get to mooch from the royal coffers in order to fund my creative escapades. So really, I see this as a win for us all, don’t you?”
Falling in love with Elias had been the easy part; it was admitting to herself that it happened that was just so hard. Evi had had these very efficient defences for so long and he didn't even notice them. He snuck through her defences and wormed her way into her heart. It was a long time coming, truth be told: she had harboured a secret crush for the Stravos heir for so many years. What had happened between them just felt so natural. Their first night together, away from prying eyes in Lyncestia, had been nothing short of what Evi had always dreamed it would be.
When Elias smiled at Evi, she could feel invisible hands wrapping around her and making her feel safe. When his eyes were locked on hers, it was like she could see galaxies instead of just pupils. Having Elias in her life made her feel like everything was possible in this world, like she could conquer anything. She did not regret meeting Elias. And she knew he would only ever be her first… but what she really wished in life is for him to be her last. That knowledge of her wish made her know that what she felt for Elias was love.
And she wanted her sister to know that feeling for herself.
“Well of course not Elias. He is destined for a greater match than any Antonis sister.” He was destined to rule Athenia. Even with all the political drama now facing their nation, Evi still felt like that would still one day be true. “Besides, I know you have no interest in him, but I’m curious about why your mind immediately jumped to him, Marietta…” there was still an unspoken tension between the two sisters since Marietta cornered both Elias and Evi about her visit to Lyncestia not long before. The younger sibling grinned, trying to lighten any tension that may develop from bringing Elias into the conversation.
“I don’t think they’re anyone’s area of expertise, if I’m honest…” the girl responded, frowning a little. “But they’re no different from women, it’s not like you have to talk to them in a special way. Flapping your eyelids at men rarely works, nor does any other ridiculous technique girls think are the key to a man’s heart.” Evi shook her head, smiling at the notion of a girl trying to bat her eyelids in record speed as a way to woo a man. “And that’s something we need to change too, sister. They are not boys, but men. Your terminology is just so…” she trailed off, and there was a long pause while she loaded up her phrasing, then clearly changed her mind and just said, “No.”
“Why should I get married and you not? I know you struggle with talking to other people at times, but that is no reason for you not to find a connection with another person, eventually. Are you even trying, or have you just decided it is not worth the time and effort and potential failure so you just won’t bother? That is surely a very sad outlook on this long life you have left to live.”
The girl ducked away from Marietta’s attempts to smooth down her hair. There was a light breeze, but nothing enough to warrant Marietta’s gentle touch. She did that often, mothering her little sisters as a way to assert control over a conversation, especially if she didn’t like the way the conversation was going. “Me? Marry a Prince? Oh, one can dream…” she said, half playfully, half wistfully. “If only that were true.” Then she could marry Elias and all of her dreams would come true.
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Falling in love with Elias had been the easy part; it was admitting to herself that it happened that was just so hard. Evi had had these very efficient defences for so long and he didn't even notice them. He snuck through her defences and wormed her way into her heart. It was a long time coming, truth be told: she had harboured a secret crush for the Stravos heir for so many years. What had happened between them just felt so natural. Their first night together, away from prying eyes in Lyncestia, had been nothing short of what Evi had always dreamed it would be.
When Elias smiled at Evi, she could feel invisible hands wrapping around her and making her feel safe. When his eyes were locked on hers, it was like she could see galaxies instead of just pupils. Having Elias in her life made her feel like everything was possible in this world, like she could conquer anything. She did not regret meeting Elias. And she knew he would only ever be her first… but what she really wished in life is for him to be her last. That knowledge of her wish made her know that what she felt for Elias was love.
And she wanted her sister to know that feeling for herself.
“Well of course not Elias. He is destined for a greater match than any Antonis sister.” He was destined to rule Athenia. Even with all the political drama now facing their nation, Evi still felt like that would still one day be true. “Besides, I know you have no interest in him, but I’m curious about why your mind immediately jumped to him, Marietta…” there was still an unspoken tension between the two sisters since Marietta cornered both Elias and Evi about her visit to Lyncestia not long before. The younger sibling grinned, trying to lighten any tension that may develop from bringing Elias into the conversation.
“I don’t think they’re anyone’s area of expertise, if I’m honest…” the girl responded, frowning a little. “But they’re no different from women, it’s not like you have to talk to them in a special way. Flapping your eyelids at men rarely works, nor does any other ridiculous technique girls think are the key to a man’s heart.” Evi shook her head, smiling at the notion of a girl trying to bat her eyelids in record speed as a way to woo a man. “And that’s something we need to change too, sister. They are not boys, but men. Your terminology is just so…” she trailed off, and there was a long pause while she loaded up her phrasing, then clearly changed her mind and just said, “No.”
“Why should I get married and you not? I know you struggle with talking to other people at times, but that is no reason for you not to find a connection with another person, eventually. Are you even trying, or have you just decided it is not worth the time and effort and potential failure so you just won’t bother? That is surely a very sad outlook on this long life you have left to live.”
The girl ducked away from Marietta’s attempts to smooth down her hair. There was a light breeze, but nothing enough to warrant Marietta’s gentle touch. She did that often, mothering her little sisters as a way to assert control over a conversation, especially if she didn’t like the way the conversation was going. “Me? Marry a Prince? Oh, one can dream…” she said, half playfully, half wistfully. “If only that were true.” Then she could marry Elias and all of her dreams would come true.
Falling in love with Elias had been the easy part; it was admitting to herself that it happened that was just so hard. Evi had had these very efficient defences for so long and he didn't even notice them. He snuck through her defences and wormed her way into her heart. It was a long time coming, truth be told: she had harboured a secret crush for the Stravos heir for so many years. What had happened between them just felt so natural. Their first night together, away from prying eyes in Lyncestia, had been nothing short of what Evi had always dreamed it would be.
When Elias smiled at Evi, she could feel invisible hands wrapping around her and making her feel safe. When his eyes were locked on hers, it was like she could see galaxies instead of just pupils. Having Elias in her life made her feel like everything was possible in this world, like she could conquer anything. She did not regret meeting Elias. And she knew he would only ever be her first… but what she really wished in life is for him to be her last. That knowledge of her wish made her know that what she felt for Elias was love.
And she wanted her sister to know that feeling for herself.
“Well of course not Elias. He is destined for a greater match than any Antonis sister.” He was destined to rule Athenia. Even with all the political drama now facing their nation, Evi still felt like that would still one day be true. “Besides, I know you have no interest in him, but I’m curious about why your mind immediately jumped to him, Marietta…” there was still an unspoken tension between the two sisters since Marietta cornered both Elias and Evi about her visit to Lyncestia not long before. The younger sibling grinned, trying to lighten any tension that may develop from bringing Elias into the conversation.
“I don’t think they’re anyone’s area of expertise, if I’m honest…” the girl responded, frowning a little. “But they’re no different from women, it’s not like you have to talk to them in a special way. Flapping your eyelids at men rarely works, nor does any other ridiculous technique girls think are the key to a man’s heart.” Evi shook her head, smiling at the notion of a girl trying to bat her eyelids in record speed as a way to woo a man. “And that’s something we need to change too, sister. They are not boys, but men. Your terminology is just so…” she trailed off, and there was a long pause while she loaded up her phrasing, then clearly changed her mind and just said, “No.”
“Why should I get married and you not? I know you struggle with talking to other people at times, but that is no reason for you not to find a connection with another person, eventually. Are you even trying, or have you just decided it is not worth the time and effort and potential failure so you just won’t bother? That is surely a very sad outlook on this long life you have left to live.”
The girl ducked away from Marietta’s attempts to smooth down her hair. There was a light breeze, but nothing enough to warrant Marietta’s gentle touch. She did that often, mothering her little sisters as a way to assert control over a conversation, especially if she didn’t like the way the conversation was going. “Me? Marry a Prince? Oh, one can dream…” she said, half playfully, half wistfully. “If only that were true.” Then she could marry Elias and all of her dreams would come true.
Marietta could not help but roll her eyes when her sister asked why it was Elias that first came to mind. Was that jealousy? An accusation? She did not need to reference the tension. Marietta still cringed thinking of the day when she confronted the pair over their rendezvous in Lycestia. It still made her feel ill. All Marietta wanted to know was that her sister was safe and Elias wasn’t… toying with matters of the heart.
“Eli is quite literally my only male friend, Evi. It’s only natural that he comes to mind. Well, I suppose I could have said Adrestus of Nikolaos, but I have not seen him in nine years. Would you have preferred I said Rafail of Marikas?” Marietta stifled a laugh. “Sofia would have my head. Gods could you imagine? I suppose I could have said Patros. He has quite the sword arm…” Marietta trailed off.
Her terminology was not off. Marietta felt that too often she was surrounded by boys who thought of nothing but their next conquest in bed. She lusted after men with real worldly experience. This was why two years prior she fell with Hector as hard as she did. He was a man who saw battle. He was a man who saw lands outside of Greece. Time had beaten him down, and he rose to meet its occasion. He was a man who had stories that were to be shared, adventures that could be looked upon with wonderment. It was not looks that drew Marietta into a man, or their position of power, but their experiences outside the world of politics. Which was why Marietta had settled with not falling in love prior to marriage. Was there a noble out there for her that would encourage her in her ambitions? Could he interest her with his life’s stories? Would he be suitable for marriage and draw approval from her parents? Did such a man exist?
“It’s not only my struggle to talk to men, Evi,” Marietta sighed. “There’s… so much more nuanced than just my inability to speak to strangers, though certainly, that may be part of it. I have no desire to waste my time or energy flirting with men when I do not have any real interest in pursuing them. I have yet to come across a noble in Athenia that has drawn my interest.” And the only man she had been interested in was woefully unmarriageable. “Is it a sad outlook, Evi? Because I am perfectly content. I have my paintings, I have my music, and I have my sisters. What more could I ask for? I am not greedy.”
Marietta lowered her hands to her sides, her touch rejected. “It is not a dream. Evi, you are confident, beautiful, and intelligent. Princes will be clambering over themselves to have you as their wife. You deserve nothing but the best, sister. All my sisters do. Though, with the way Sanasa goes at it, she won’t set her sights any lower than a God.”
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Marietta could not help but roll her eyes when her sister asked why it was Elias that first came to mind. Was that jealousy? An accusation? She did not need to reference the tension. Marietta still cringed thinking of the day when she confronted the pair over their rendezvous in Lycestia. It still made her feel ill. All Marietta wanted to know was that her sister was safe and Elias wasn’t… toying with matters of the heart.
“Eli is quite literally my only male friend, Evi. It’s only natural that he comes to mind. Well, I suppose I could have said Adrestus of Nikolaos, but I have not seen him in nine years. Would you have preferred I said Rafail of Marikas?” Marietta stifled a laugh. “Sofia would have my head. Gods could you imagine? I suppose I could have said Patros. He has quite the sword arm…” Marietta trailed off.
Her terminology was not off. Marietta felt that too often she was surrounded by boys who thought of nothing but their next conquest in bed. She lusted after men with real worldly experience. This was why two years prior she fell with Hector as hard as she did. He was a man who saw battle. He was a man who saw lands outside of Greece. Time had beaten him down, and he rose to meet its occasion. He was a man who had stories that were to be shared, adventures that could be looked upon with wonderment. It was not looks that drew Marietta into a man, or their position of power, but their experiences outside the world of politics. Which was why Marietta had settled with not falling in love prior to marriage. Was there a noble out there for her that would encourage her in her ambitions? Could he interest her with his life’s stories? Would he be suitable for marriage and draw approval from her parents? Did such a man exist?
“It’s not only my struggle to talk to men, Evi,” Marietta sighed. “There’s… so much more nuanced than just my inability to speak to strangers, though certainly, that may be part of it. I have no desire to waste my time or energy flirting with men when I do not have any real interest in pursuing them. I have yet to come across a noble in Athenia that has drawn my interest.” And the only man she had been interested in was woefully unmarriageable. “Is it a sad outlook, Evi? Because I am perfectly content. I have my paintings, I have my music, and I have my sisters. What more could I ask for? I am not greedy.”
Marietta lowered her hands to her sides, her touch rejected. “It is not a dream. Evi, you are confident, beautiful, and intelligent. Princes will be clambering over themselves to have you as their wife. You deserve nothing but the best, sister. All my sisters do. Though, with the way Sanasa goes at it, she won’t set her sights any lower than a God.”
Marietta could not help but roll her eyes when her sister asked why it was Elias that first came to mind. Was that jealousy? An accusation? She did not need to reference the tension. Marietta still cringed thinking of the day when she confronted the pair over their rendezvous in Lycestia. It still made her feel ill. All Marietta wanted to know was that her sister was safe and Elias wasn’t… toying with matters of the heart.
“Eli is quite literally my only male friend, Evi. It’s only natural that he comes to mind. Well, I suppose I could have said Adrestus of Nikolaos, but I have not seen him in nine years. Would you have preferred I said Rafail of Marikas?” Marietta stifled a laugh. “Sofia would have my head. Gods could you imagine? I suppose I could have said Patros. He has quite the sword arm…” Marietta trailed off.
Her terminology was not off. Marietta felt that too often she was surrounded by boys who thought of nothing but their next conquest in bed. She lusted after men with real worldly experience. This was why two years prior she fell with Hector as hard as she did. He was a man who saw battle. He was a man who saw lands outside of Greece. Time had beaten him down, and he rose to meet its occasion. He was a man who had stories that were to be shared, adventures that could be looked upon with wonderment. It was not looks that drew Marietta into a man, or their position of power, but their experiences outside the world of politics. Which was why Marietta had settled with not falling in love prior to marriage. Was there a noble out there for her that would encourage her in her ambitions? Could he interest her with his life’s stories? Would he be suitable for marriage and draw approval from her parents? Did such a man exist?
“It’s not only my struggle to talk to men, Evi,” Marietta sighed. “There’s… so much more nuanced than just my inability to speak to strangers, though certainly, that may be part of it. I have no desire to waste my time or energy flirting with men when I do not have any real interest in pursuing them. I have yet to come across a noble in Athenia that has drawn my interest.” And the only man she had been interested in was woefully unmarriageable. “Is it a sad outlook, Evi? Because I am perfectly content. I have my paintings, I have my music, and I have my sisters. What more could I ask for? I am not greedy.”
Marietta lowered her hands to her sides, her touch rejected. “It is not a dream. Evi, you are confident, beautiful, and intelligent. Princes will be clambering over themselves to have you as their wife. You deserve nothing but the best, sister. All my sisters do. Though, with the way Sanasa goes at it, she won’t set her sights any lower than a God.”
“Yes, well… you know of other men so…” Marietta went on to list a couple more men, and the younger of the sisters scrunched up her nose at most of them. Not that they weren’t nice to look at, but none of them seemed like a good match for Evi’s sister. “I don’t know why Adrestus would come to mind either.. he makes even less sense than Elias! You’ve not seen him since we were all children. I doubt we’ll ever see him again…” that was a sad thought. Adrestus was one of the few genuinely kind people in the world. He radiated calm altruism.
If there was anyone Evi would like to see her sister with, it would be someone like him. Elias was far too… complex for someone like Marietta. Not that Marietta was dull-witted, not at all. It was just that Marietta deserved someone who could take life at her pace, which was a little slower than the speed at which Elias marched through life.
But then there was the real crux of the issue: Marietta’s inability to carry a conversation, especially with strangers. It was something Evi could never understand. For Evi, enjoying the social and emotional connections she could make with others was what made her tick. She was charming, energetic and compassionate with everyone she met. As a friend, Evi had the ability to stay open-minded, taking in others’ thoughts and feelings. This warmth and sincerity made Evi the master of drawing people out of their shells and, as a result, she was lucky enough to say that she had a huge circle of friends.
All she needed to do was draw on some of those skills to help Marietta along a little bit. “Well look,” she began, stopping by a bench in the garden and guiding Marietta over to take a seat. “If you are not ready to seek a relationship with anyone then so be it, but I know there is someone out there who is perfect for you, if only you will open up your heart a little bit to find that person. It’s a myth to say that people ‘fall in love’. That’s like implying that it is all an accident. True love requires work and effort to find that perfect someone, and after the fact, there is so much work in developing and maintaining the relationship. You don’t have to be the perfect orator, so don’t sell yourself short.”
“But why listen to me, what do I know about love?!” Evi giggled, resting her hand over her sister’s arm, “But please, stay open. Who knows? Lighting might strike.”
The younger sister had the grace to blush as she was showered with compliments. It was nothing she hadn’t heard before, and she knew how the world loved her and her genuine, bubbly ways. She had no doubt that she could ensnare a man when she was ready to settle down. Her only worry was that it wouldn’t be the right man. Not with her here already belonging to another. “Marietta…” Evi paused, debating whether or not to go through with it.
Then she made up her mind and threw all caution to the wind. If she had opened up to Elysia, a known collector of secrets, then her sister could be trusted with the knowledge too. “I haven’t been completely honest with you. You were right, the other day, to question Elias and me. Not about… well… you know.” (She wouldn’t admit the whole truth to her sister, not yet.) “But, well… we have spent time together, and I do wish we could be more. I wish Elias was free to marry beneath his station. I wish because… I do have feelings for him. Deeper feelings than I should have.”
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“Yes, well… you know of other men so…” Marietta went on to list a couple more men, and the younger of the sisters scrunched up her nose at most of them. Not that they weren’t nice to look at, but none of them seemed like a good match for Evi’s sister. “I don’t know why Adrestus would come to mind either.. he makes even less sense than Elias! You’ve not seen him since we were all children. I doubt we’ll ever see him again…” that was a sad thought. Adrestus was one of the few genuinely kind people in the world. He radiated calm altruism.
If there was anyone Evi would like to see her sister with, it would be someone like him. Elias was far too… complex for someone like Marietta. Not that Marietta was dull-witted, not at all. It was just that Marietta deserved someone who could take life at her pace, which was a little slower than the speed at which Elias marched through life.
But then there was the real crux of the issue: Marietta’s inability to carry a conversation, especially with strangers. It was something Evi could never understand. For Evi, enjoying the social and emotional connections she could make with others was what made her tick. She was charming, energetic and compassionate with everyone she met. As a friend, Evi had the ability to stay open-minded, taking in others’ thoughts and feelings. This warmth and sincerity made Evi the master of drawing people out of their shells and, as a result, she was lucky enough to say that she had a huge circle of friends.
All she needed to do was draw on some of those skills to help Marietta along a little bit. “Well look,” she began, stopping by a bench in the garden and guiding Marietta over to take a seat. “If you are not ready to seek a relationship with anyone then so be it, but I know there is someone out there who is perfect for you, if only you will open up your heart a little bit to find that person. It’s a myth to say that people ‘fall in love’. That’s like implying that it is all an accident. True love requires work and effort to find that perfect someone, and after the fact, there is so much work in developing and maintaining the relationship. You don’t have to be the perfect orator, so don’t sell yourself short.”
“But why listen to me, what do I know about love?!” Evi giggled, resting her hand over her sister’s arm, “But please, stay open. Who knows? Lighting might strike.”
The younger sister had the grace to blush as she was showered with compliments. It was nothing she hadn’t heard before, and she knew how the world loved her and her genuine, bubbly ways. She had no doubt that she could ensnare a man when she was ready to settle down. Her only worry was that it wouldn’t be the right man. Not with her here already belonging to another. “Marietta…” Evi paused, debating whether or not to go through with it.
Then she made up her mind and threw all caution to the wind. If she had opened up to Elysia, a known collector of secrets, then her sister could be trusted with the knowledge too. “I haven’t been completely honest with you. You were right, the other day, to question Elias and me. Not about… well… you know.” (She wouldn’t admit the whole truth to her sister, not yet.) “But, well… we have spent time together, and I do wish we could be more. I wish Elias was free to marry beneath his station. I wish because… I do have feelings for him. Deeper feelings than I should have.”
“Yes, well… you know of other men so…” Marietta went on to list a couple more men, and the younger of the sisters scrunched up her nose at most of them. Not that they weren’t nice to look at, but none of them seemed like a good match for Evi’s sister. “I don’t know why Adrestus would come to mind either.. he makes even less sense than Elias! You’ve not seen him since we were all children. I doubt we’ll ever see him again…” that was a sad thought. Adrestus was one of the few genuinely kind people in the world. He radiated calm altruism.
If there was anyone Evi would like to see her sister with, it would be someone like him. Elias was far too… complex for someone like Marietta. Not that Marietta was dull-witted, not at all. It was just that Marietta deserved someone who could take life at her pace, which was a little slower than the speed at which Elias marched through life.
But then there was the real crux of the issue: Marietta’s inability to carry a conversation, especially with strangers. It was something Evi could never understand. For Evi, enjoying the social and emotional connections she could make with others was what made her tick. She was charming, energetic and compassionate with everyone she met. As a friend, Evi had the ability to stay open-minded, taking in others’ thoughts and feelings. This warmth and sincerity made Evi the master of drawing people out of their shells and, as a result, she was lucky enough to say that she had a huge circle of friends.
All she needed to do was draw on some of those skills to help Marietta along a little bit. “Well look,” she began, stopping by a bench in the garden and guiding Marietta over to take a seat. “If you are not ready to seek a relationship with anyone then so be it, but I know there is someone out there who is perfect for you, if only you will open up your heart a little bit to find that person. It’s a myth to say that people ‘fall in love’. That’s like implying that it is all an accident. True love requires work and effort to find that perfect someone, and after the fact, there is so much work in developing and maintaining the relationship. You don’t have to be the perfect orator, so don’t sell yourself short.”
“But why listen to me, what do I know about love?!” Evi giggled, resting her hand over her sister’s arm, “But please, stay open. Who knows? Lighting might strike.”
The younger sister had the grace to blush as she was showered with compliments. It was nothing she hadn’t heard before, and she knew how the world loved her and her genuine, bubbly ways. She had no doubt that she could ensnare a man when she was ready to settle down. Her only worry was that it wouldn’t be the right man. Not with her here already belonging to another. “Marietta…” Evi paused, debating whether or not to go through with it.
Then she made up her mind and threw all caution to the wind. If she had opened up to Elysia, a known collector of secrets, then her sister could be trusted with the knowledge too. “I haven’t been completely honest with you. You were right, the other day, to question Elias and me. Not about… well… you know.” (She wouldn’t admit the whole truth to her sister, not yet.) “But, well… we have spent time together, and I do wish we could be more. I wish Elias was free to marry beneath his station. I wish because… I do have feelings for him. Deeper feelings than I should have.”
There was a lot to unpack with her sister’s confession. First, Marietta could sense the dishonesty between them from the very beginning. How far that dishonesty went Marietta didn’t want to think about. But having feelings for her… friend was difficult to hear to say the least. Marietta couldn’t honestly see why she would? Elias certainly had very good qualities about him, otherwise Marietta wouldn’t be friends with him… but she still wouldn’t wish him upon anyone. Perhaps this was bias speaking, but Elias didn’t seem one to harbor romantic feelings.
Marietta hesitated. No, no that wasn’t necessarily true. As she thought, a hand rose to brush against her scar upon her lip. There was Iris. Elias certainly had feelings for that woman, and Marietta felt his wrath when she was accidentally responsible for breaking the pair up. Elias was in fact capable of behaving and feeling like a man should, though she did still question his loyalty when it came to courtship. She would never again talk about it, to anyone, but the man certainly was fairly… promiscuous.
“It would certainly be easier if father took the throne…” Marietta said after a while, chewing each word carefully. “But you and I know that will never happen.” Which was very much to Marietta’s relief. When the time comes and her father abdicates the throne, Marietta would be the very first person to support him. She did not want a crown’s pressure on her family’s head. That would best be left to Elias, and her father can maintain normalcy just as he always has.
“It’s a difficult situation you find yourself in, sister.” Marietta continued. Her eyes trained on the ground ahead of them as she spoke. She walked at a slow pace, mind lost contemplating her every word, “It’s true that Elias certainly shouldn’t marry below his station. He is to be King, and as such his wife should be someone that benefits Athenia. A firstborn daughter of the royal families or a Princess from another country should be the woman by his side.”
“That being said,” Now Marietta stopped. She turned towards her sister to face her, “Elias is a selfish man. If there were anyone who had even the smallest possibility of marrying below his station just to settle his own desires, it would be Lord Elias of Stravos.” Marietta quirked a brow, and continued on their walk. “I seem to remember once upon a time he was dating Lady Iris of Argyris. A baroness she may be, but certainly no foreign princess. Perhaps not all hope is lost.”
“A word of caution, though.” Marietta glanced at her sister. “I love Elias as if he was my brother. But I’m not foolish enough to think that he is infallible. He is with many flaws, and those flaws can very easily lead you to a life of pain and a heart that will never be healed. I will… support you with whatever you so desire, Evi. But I do hope you continue to prove yourself to be the most intelligent of the Antonis girls, and never put a single man before yourself. You are a priceless treasure that deserves the world.”
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There was a lot to unpack with her sister’s confession. First, Marietta could sense the dishonesty between them from the very beginning. How far that dishonesty went Marietta didn’t want to think about. But having feelings for her… friend was difficult to hear to say the least. Marietta couldn’t honestly see why she would? Elias certainly had very good qualities about him, otherwise Marietta wouldn’t be friends with him… but she still wouldn’t wish him upon anyone. Perhaps this was bias speaking, but Elias didn’t seem one to harbor romantic feelings.
Marietta hesitated. No, no that wasn’t necessarily true. As she thought, a hand rose to brush against her scar upon her lip. There was Iris. Elias certainly had feelings for that woman, and Marietta felt his wrath when she was accidentally responsible for breaking the pair up. Elias was in fact capable of behaving and feeling like a man should, though she did still question his loyalty when it came to courtship. She would never again talk about it, to anyone, but the man certainly was fairly… promiscuous.
“It would certainly be easier if father took the throne…” Marietta said after a while, chewing each word carefully. “But you and I know that will never happen.” Which was very much to Marietta’s relief. When the time comes and her father abdicates the throne, Marietta would be the very first person to support him. She did not want a crown’s pressure on her family’s head. That would best be left to Elias, and her father can maintain normalcy just as he always has.
“It’s a difficult situation you find yourself in, sister.” Marietta continued. Her eyes trained on the ground ahead of them as she spoke. She walked at a slow pace, mind lost contemplating her every word, “It’s true that Elias certainly shouldn’t marry below his station. He is to be King, and as such his wife should be someone that benefits Athenia. A firstborn daughter of the royal families or a Princess from another country should be the woman by his side.”
“That being said,” Now Marietta stopped. She turned towards her sister to face her, “Elias is a selfish man. If there were anyone who had even the smallest possibility of marrying below his station just to settle his own desires, it would be Lord Elias of Stravos.” Marietta quirked a brow, and continued on their walk. “I seem to remember once upon a time he was dating Lady Iris of Argyris. A baroness she may be, but certainly no foreign princess. Perhaps not all hope is lost.”
“A word of caution, though.” Marietta glanced at her sister. “I love Elias as if he was my brother. But I’m not foolish enough to think that he is infallible. He is with many flaws, and those flaws can very easily lead you to a life of pain and a heart that will never be healed. I will… support you with whatever you so desire, Evi. But I do hope you continue to prove yourself to be the most intelligent of the Antonis girls, and never put a single man before yourself. You are a priceless treasure that deserves the world.”
There was a lot to unpack with her sister’s confession. First, Marietta could sense the dishonesty between them from the very beginning. How far that dishonesty went Marietta didn’t want to think about. But having feelings for her… friend was difficult to hear to say the least. Marietta couldn’t honestly see why she would? Elias certainly had very good qualities about him, otherwise Marietta wouldn’t be friends with him… but she still wouldn’t wish him upon anyone. Perhaps this was bias speaking, but Elias didn’t seem one to harbor romantic feelings.
Marietta hesitated. No, no that wasn’t necessarily true. As she thought, a hand rose to brush against her scar upon her lip. There was Iris. Elias certainly had feelings for that woman, and Marietta felt his wrath when she was accidentally responsible for breaking the pair up. Elias was in fact capable of behaving and feeling like a man should, though she did still question his loyalty when it came to courtship. She would never again talk about it, to anyone, but the man certainly was fairly… promiscuous.
“It would certainly be easier if father took the throne…” Marietta said after a while, chewing each word carefully. “But you and I know that will never happen.” Which was very much to Marietta’s relief. When the time comes and her father abdicates the throne, Marietta would be the very first person to support him. She did not want a crown’s pressure on her family’s head. That would best be left to Elias, and her father can maintain normalcy just as he always has.
“It’s a difficult situation you find yourself in, sister.” Marietta continued. Her eyes trained on the ground ahead of them as she spoke. She walked at a slow pace, mind lost contemplating her every word, “It’s true that Elias certainly shouldn’t marry below his station. He is to be King, and as such his wife should be someone that benefits Athenia. A firstborn daughter of the royal families or a Princess from another country should be the woman by his side.”
“That being said,” Now Marietta stopped. She turned towards her sister to face her, “Elias is a selfish man. If there were anyone who had even the smallest possibility of marrying below his station just to settle his own desires, it would be Lord Elias of Stravos.” Marietta quirked a brow, and continued on their walk. “I seem to remember once upon a time he was dating Lady Iris of Argyris. A baroness she may be, but certainly no foreign princess. Perhaps not all hope is lost.”
“A word of caution, though.” Marietta glanced at her sister. “I love Elias as if he was my brother. But I’m not foolish enough to think that he is infallible. He is with many flaws, and those flaws can very easily lead you to a life of pain and a heart that will never be healed. I will… support you with whatever you so desire, Evi. But I do hope you continue to prove yourself to be the most intelligent of the Antonis girls, and never put a single man before yourself. You are a priceless treasure that deserves the world.”
Evi could tell from the way Marietta’s body tensed, and her expression hardening, that her sister was not all that please at the news that Evi harboured feelings for Elias of Stravos. Evi knew that Marietta loved Elias in her own way and saw him as a good friend, but that did not mean that she saw him as a good match for her little sister. She could also tell that Marietta still didn’t believe that they two had not engaged in carnal relations when Evi had gone to visit Elias in Lyncestia. It would be pushing too hard to deny the matter further, best just to leave Marietta to believe what she suspected to be true and ay nothing more on the subject.
“It would be, yes…” the girl responded quietly. Evi didn’t really want to be the daughter of a King - she would thrive at it, for definite, she was everything a princess should be and more. She would have made a remarkable advocate for her father’s rule, much like Persephone had for her own father. But there were other responsibilities that she couldn’t even begin to fathom, and so she was happy just as the simple daughter of a nobleman.
Besides, if Alehandros became king, then surely Elias would still be next in line for the throne. If so, he would likely be wedded to Sanasa, and that was a thought that Evi didn’t think she could bare. It would be far too hard to watch her sister gain the man Evi had always dreamed of.
“Yes, well… I can’t see it happening. There are far more suitable matched in the kingdom and beyond, as you say… and even if it were to be an Antonis marriage, Sanasa is first in line, not the third daughter.” The conversation saddened her, and her upset was only increased by Marietta’s words of caution for the man. “I never said he was infallible, though. I know he had many faults, just like any other man. But love isn’t… love doesn’t work because it blinds you to someone’s faults. To love someone is to see their faults and still love them despite their shortcomings. This isn’t some childhood crush anymore, Marietta.”
“At least… I don’t think it is…” She’d said it herself, what did she, a mere girl of seventeen, know of matters of the heart? She shook her head, unwilling to respond to Marietta’s last statements. “Let’s just agree that one day we will both each find someone who gives us unconditional, irrevocable devotion.” Evi gave her sister a watery smile. “Now… you were telling me about art and creativity..?”
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Evi could tell from the way Marietta’s body tensed, and her expression hardening, that her sister was not all that please at the news that Evi harboured feelings for Elias of Stravos. Evi knew that Marietta loved Elias in her own way and saw him as a good friend, but that did not mean that she saw him as a good match for her little sister. She could also tell that Marietta still didn’t believe that they two had not engaged in carnal relations when Evi had gone to visit Elias in Lyncestia. It would be pushing too hard to deny the matter further, best just to leave Marietta to believe what she suspected to be true and ay nothing more on the subject.
“It would be, yes…” the girl responded quietly. Evi didn’t really want to be the daughter of a King - she would thrive at it, for definite, she was everything a princess should be and more. She would have made a remarkable advocate for her father’s rule, much like Persephone had for her own father. But there were other responsibilities that she couldn’t even begin to fathom, and so she was happy just as the simple daughter of a nobleman.
Besides, if Alehandros became king, then surely Elias would still be next in line for the throne. If so, he would likely be wedded to Sanasa, and that was a thought that Evi didn’t think she could bare. It would be far too hard to watch her sister gain the man Evi had always dreamed of.
“Yes, well… I can’t see it happening. There are far more suitable matched in the kingdom and beyond, as you say… and even if it were to be an Antonis marriage, Sanasa is first in line, not the third daughter.” The conversation saddened her, and her upset was only increased by Marietta’s words of caution for the man. “I never said he was infallible, though. I know he had many faults, just like any other man. But love isn’t… love doesn’t work because it blinds you to someone’s faults. To love someone is to see their faults and still love them despite their shortcomings. This isn’t some childhood crush anymore, Marietta.”
“At least… I don’t think it is…” She’d said it herself, what did she, a mere girl of seventeen, know of matters of the heart? She shook her head, unwilling to respond to Marietta’s last statements. “Let’s just agree that one day we will both each find someone who gives us unconditional, irrevocable devotion.” Evi gave her sister a watery smile. “Now… you were telling me about art and creativity..?”
Evi could tell from the way Marietta’s body tensed, and her expression hardening, that her sister was not all that please at the news that Evi harboured feelings for Elias of Stravos. Evi knew that Marietta loved Elias in her own way and saw him as a good friend, but that did not mean that she saw him as a good match for her little sister. She could also tell that Marietta still didn’t believe that they two had not engaged in carnal relations when Evi had gone to visit Elias in Lyncestia. It would be pushing too hard to deny the matter further, best just to leave Marietta to believe what she suspected to be true and ay nothing more on the subject.
“It would be, yes…” the girl responded quietly. Evi didn’t really want to be the daughter of a King - she would thrive at it, for definite, she was everything a princess should be and more. She would have made a remarkable advocate for her father’s rule, much like Persephone had for her own father. But there were other responsibilities that she couldn’t even begin to fathom, and so she was happy just as the simple daughter of a nobleman.
Besides, if Alehandros became king, then surely Elias would still be next in line for the throne. If so, he would likely be wedded to Sanasa, and that was a thought that Evi didn’t think she could bare. It would be far too hard to watch her sister gain the man Evi had always dreamed of.
“Yes, well… I can’t see it happening. There are far more suitable matched in the kingdom and beyond, as you say… and even if it were to be an Antonis marriage, Sanasa is first in line, not the third daughter.” The conversation saddened her, and her upset was only increased by Marietta’s words of caution for the man. “I never said he was infallible, though. I know he had many faults, just like any other man. But love isn’t… love doesn’t work because it blinds you to someone’s faults. To love someone is to see their faults and still love them despite their shortcomings. This isn’t some childhood crush anymore, Marietta.”
“At least… I don’t think it is…” She’d said it herself, what did she, a mere girl of seventeen, know of matters of the heart? She shook her head, unwilling to respond to Marietta’s last statements. “Let’s just agree that one day we will both each find someone who gives us unconditional, irrevocable devotion.” Evi gave her sister a watery smile. “Now… you were telling me about art and creativity..?”