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Leto found herself busy, which was a blessed relief. The preparations for War had begun, and while most of the commotion throughout Midas focused on the mustering of forces from the Colchian provinces, business still continued on as usual.
It was fate, in a way, that brought Leto into the fold of a civic group within the city, mostly merchants and women who were able to sew and prepare everything from extra sails to bandages to poultices for the medical supplies. And, of course, weaponry.
Much of her organization was on her parents behalf. Retired swordsmiths, Leto used their names to reach out and organize the shipment of their wares to Midas to be stored and inventoried. It was not glamorous work by any means, but with her quick calculating mind, it made the days pass by quickly. It also saw her leaving the house with frequency.
Making her way down the list of needs and merchants to solicit for help, Leto smiled as she saw a familiar name on the rolled parchment and set out eagerly to meet with her dear friend. After all, in addition to fulfilling the orders needed, Leto had news of a missive and an upcoming event she wanted to share.
As today was a 'working' day and Leto did not expect to run into too many of the upper classes, she dressed herself in a simple, forest green chiton, one that would not show too many marks in case she found herself around stacks of crates once again. Her hair was braided tightly once around her head in a single plaid and then secured with a few leather bands, doing its best to keep her hair from falling into her eyes. The seasons change brought with it blustery wind that would have made wearing her hair down impossible as it were. . A himation of dark blue shielded her from most of the wind, tugged around her like a shawl.
Slipping through the door of the shop, Leto noted the few idling customers eyeing the wares and gave a polite nod as she passed by them, finding the familiar face at the counter, Leto smiled.
"Myrrine. Are you busy?"
The answer, she knew, was always 'yes' but Leto knew that there would be good reason to set apart a bit of time. Her friend tended to work too hard as it was. A few customers turned their heads to look then kept about their milling.
"I'm helping gather things from this list for the war effort, would you mind looking at it to see what you have? The days are passing too quickly and the ships will set sail before we know it." Leto glanced behind the counter, looking one way then the other, "Where's Calantha?"
After a moment of allowing Myrrine to look over the supplies Leto leaned in close, a bit of overeagerness on her features. "I have so much to tell you. Some I can talk about now, but some...may have to wait for others to leave."
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Leto found herself busy, which was a blessed relief. The preparations for War had begun, and while most of the commotion throughout Midas focused on the mustering of forces from the Colchian provinces, business still continued on as usual.
It was fate, in a way, that brought Leto into the fold of a civic group within the city, mostly merchants and women who were able to sew and prepare everything from extra sails to bandages to poultices for the medical supplies. And, of course, weaponry.
Much of her organization was on her parents behalf. Retired swordsmiths, Leto used their names to reach out and organize the shipment of their wares to Midas to be stored and inventoried. It was not glamorous work by any means, but with her quick calculating mind, it made the days pass by quickly. It also saw her leaving the house with frequency.
Making her way down the list of needs and merchants to solicit for help, Leto smiled as she saw a familiar name on the rolled parchment and set out eagerly to meet with her dear friend. After all, in addition to fulfilling the orders needed, Leto had news of a missive and an upcoming event she wanted to share.
As today was a 'working' day and Leto did not expect to run into too many of the upper classes, she dressed herself in a simple, forest green chiton, one that would not show too many marks in case she found herself around stacks of crates once again. Her hair was braided tightly once around her head in a single plaid and then secured with a few leather bands, doing its best to keep her hair from falling into her eyes. The seasons change brought with it blustery wind that would have made wearing her hair down impossible as it were. . A himation of dark blue shielded her from most of the wind, tugged around her like a shawl.
Slipping through the door of the shop, Leto noted the few idling customers eyeing the wares and gave a polite nod as she passed by them, finding the familiar face at the counter, Leto smiled.
"Myrrine. Are you busy?"
The answer, she knew, was always 'yes' but Leto knew that there would be good reason to set apart a bit of time. Her friend tended to work too hard as it was. A few customers turned their heads to look then kept about their milling.
"I'm helping gather things from this list for the war effort, would you mind looking at it to see what you have? The days are passing too quickly and the ships will set sail before we know it." Leto glanced behind the counter, looking one way then the other, "Where's Calantha?"
After a moment of allowing Myrrine to look over the supplies Leto leaned in close, a bit of overeagerness on her features. "I have so much to tell you. Some I can talk about now, but some...may have to wait for others to leave."
Leto found herself busy, which was a blessed relief. The preparations for War had begun, and while most of the commotion throughout Midas focused on the mustering of forces from the Colchian provinces, business still continued on as usual.
It was fate, in a way, that brought Leto into the fold of a civic group within the city, mostly merchants and women who were able to sew and prepare everything from extra sails to bandages to poultices for the medical supplies. And, of course, weaponry.
Much of her organization was on her parents behalf. Retired swordsmiths, Leto used their names to reach out and organize the shipment of their wares to Midas to be stored and inventoried. It was not glamorous work by any means, but with her quick calculating mind, it made the days pass by quickly. It also saw her leaving the house with frequency.
Making her way down the list of needs and merchants to solicit for help, Leto smiled as she saw a familiar name on the rolled parchment and set out eagerly to meet with her dear friend. After all, in addition to fulfilling the orders needed, Leto had news of a missive and an upcoming event she wanted to share.
As today was a 'working' day and Leto did not expect to run into too many of the upper classes, she dressed herself in a simple, forest green chiton, one that would not show too many marks in case she found herself around stacks of crates once again. Her hair was braided tightly once around her head in a single plaid and then secured with a few leather bands, doing its best to keep her hair from falling into her eyes. The seasons change brought with it blustery wind that would have made wearing her hair down impossible as it were. . A himation of dark blue shielded her from most of the wind, tugged around her like a shawl.
Slipping through the door of the shop, Leto noted the few idling customers eyeing the wares and gave a polite nod as she passed by them, finding the familiar face at the counter, Leto smiled.
"Myrrine. Are you busy?"
The answer, she knew, was always 'yes' but Leto knew that there would be good reason to set apart a bit of time. Her friend tended to work too hard as it was. A few customers turned their heads to look then kept about their milling.
"I'm helping gather things from this list for the war effort, would you mind looking at it to see what you have? The days are passing too quickly and the ships will set sail before we know it." Leto glanced behind the counter, looking one way then the other, "Where's Calantha?"
After a moment of allowing Myrrine to look over the supplies Leto leaned in close, a bit of overeagerness on her features. "I have so much to tell you. Some I can talk about now, but some...may have to wait for others to leave."
The whole city was bustling with preparations for War. It had little impact of Myrrine’s day truth be told - the shop and her siblings were largely unaffected after all - but the undercurrent was thick in the air. So much was happening all at once it seemed. But it meant the shop wasn’t lacking in business. Lots of gifts being bought for those sailing to war or being left behind, weapons in need of sharpening or replacing. It kept her busy enough.
It was a pleasant surprise however, when she heard a familiar voice approaching. She couldn’t fight the smile that came immediately to her lips. “Leto!” she exclaimed, pleasantly surprised to see her friend. “I’m always busy,” she teased, “But not too busy for you, dear friend.”
Myrrine reached out, taking the offered list to look it over. “Of course, anything to help.” Her eyes scanned over the list, making silent note of items she knew she had to spare. “She was restless today, full of a million questions, kept ending up underfoot. I sent her with the others to run errands. Hopefully stretching her legs will have settled her when she returns.”
When Leto leaned in close with a conspiratorial whisper, Myrrine looked up with curiosity. She glanced around the store at the couple remaining customers, nodding in agreement.
“Yes, I can gather you quite a few of these items for the soldiers, but I’ll have to close up for a bit to fetch some of them I’m afraid,” she replied, her voice just a hint louder than necessary, just enough to carry to her current customer’s ears. She leaned forward with a small smirk before speaking in a hushed tone to her friend. “That should hurry them along. What can you share while we wait?”
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The whole city was bustling with preparations for War. It had little impact of Myrrine’s day truth be told - the shop and her siblings were largely unaffected after all - but the undercurrent was thick in the air. So much was happening all at once it seemed. But it meant the shop wasn’t lacking in business. Lots of gifts being bought for those sailing to war or being left behind, weapons in need of sharpening or replacing. It kept her busy enough.
It was a pleasant surprise however, when she heard a familiar voice approaching. She couldn’t fight the smile that came immediately to her lips. “Leto!” she exclaimed, pleasantly surprised to see her friend. “I’m always busy,” she teased, “But not too busy for you, dear friend.”
Myrrine reached out, taking the offered list to look it over. “Of course, anything to help.” Her eyes scanned over the list, making silent note of items she knew she had to spare. “She was restless today, full of a million questions, kept ending up underfoot. I sent her with the others to run errands. Hopefully stretching her legs will have settled her when she returns.”
When Leto leaned in close with a conspiratorial whisper, Myrrine looked up with curiosity. She glanced around the store at the couple remaining customers, nodding in agreement.
“Yes, I can gather you quite a few of these items for the soldiers, but I’ll have to close up for a bit to fetch some of them I’m afraid,” she replied, her voice just a hint louder than necessary, just enough to carry to her current customer’s ears. She leaned forward with a small smirk before speaking in a hushed tone to her friend. “That should hurry them along. What can you share while we wait?”
The whole city was bustling with preparations for War. It had little impact of Myrrine’s day truth be told - the shop and her siblings were largely unaffected after all - but the undercurrent was thick in the air. So much was happening all at once it seemed. But it meant the shop wasn’t lacking in business. Lots of gifts being bought for those sailing to war or being left behind, weapons in need of sharpening or replacing. It kept her busy enough.
It was a pleasant surprise however, when she heard a familiar voice approaching. She couldn’t fight the smile that came immediately to her lips. “Leto!” she exclaimed, pleasantly surprised to see her friend. “I’m always busy,” she teased, “But not too busy for you, dear friend.”
Myrrine reached out, taking the offered list to look it over. “Of course, anything to help.” Her eyes scanned over the list, making silent note of items she knew she had to spare. “She was restless today, full of a million questions, kept ending up underfoot. I sent her with the others to run errands. Hopefully stretching her legs will have settled her when she returns.”
When Leto leaned in close with a conspiratorial whisper, Myrrine looked up with curiosity. She glanced around the store at the couple remaining customers, nodding in agreement.
“Yes, I can gather you quite a few of these items for the soldiers, but I’ll have to close up for a bit to fetch some of them I’m afraid,” she replied, her voice just a hint louder than necessary, just enough to carry to her current customer’s ears. She leaned forward with a small smirk before speaking in a hushed tone to her friend. “That should hurry them along. What can you share while we wait?”
Leto's natural smile was quite a goofy, toothy thing, pressing deep creases into her face around her nose and nearly all the way down to her chin. It seemed to age her oddly, but to see it was to know she was truly happy to see someone. It always made an appearance whenever she saw Myrrine.
One of her oldest friends in Midas, sharing both common blood and similar ages, Leto found a sense of normalcy where she could be herself when around her friend. Sometimes, it felt strange to know her humble upbringing and then to live her day-to-day life in an Upper Level manor with her brother and parents. It almost felt like she was playing a role in a performance instead of living her own life. Yet, around Myrinne and her family, it felt a bit easier to breathe.
"Ah, well, there is plenty of activity in the city for them to see. It's bustling. Many of the province soldiers are arriving from across Colchis. There will be a huge gathering of them where the King and Princes will examine each unit, down to every stud." Leto blew a puff of air as she thought of how extensive such a thing would be. Part of her would love to watch, but she doubted that would be a case. Perhaps Magnus would go see it and tell her about it? No matter. Either way, it was a good bit of gossip that she learned from passing through the city and from the pages that came across her brother's desk.
A sneaky smile stretched across Leto's face as she stifled a laugh, watching the few loiterers in the room 'overhear' her need to close shop to help the cause. Colchians were a devout people to their Kingdom, and were also of the type to move out of the way if it were to benefit the crowd. While technically that was the case, it was no immediate matter. Whatever these folks believed, though, did not matter.
"Oh, I have something to tell you," Leto said, her eyes halfway between giddy and nervous with the words on her tongue. "Do you remember the soldier I told you about, the Captain at the Hall of the Gods a few weeks back? I knew him when we were young in Chaossis, I sold him a sword." Leto paused a moment to see if Myrrine recalled the story, but quickly steamed ahead, "Well, there is a good bit more to the story, including where I crossed swords with a noble - I will come back to that later - but...we met secretly at Naós of Ares last night, to pray for the soldiers safe return. And..."
Leto paused, biting her bottom lip as she glanced over her shoulder, not speaking until she was certain the last customer was out the door. She was practically bouncing but biting back the words, not wanting anything more to potentially ever make its way back to her brother. He had eyes and ears everywhere.
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Leto's natural smile was quite a goofy, toothy thing, pressing deep creases into her face around her nose and nearly all the way down to her chin. It seemed to age her oddly, but to see it was to know she was truly happy to see someone. It always made an appearance whenever she saw Myrrine.
One of her oldest friends in Midas, sharing both common blood and similar ages, Leto found a sense of normalcy where she could be herself when around her friend. Sometimes, it felt strange to know her humble upbringing and then to live her day-to-day life in an Upper Level manor with her brother and parents. It almost felt like she was playing a role in a performance instead of living her own life. Yet, around Myrinne and her family, it felt a bit easier to breathe.
"Ah, well, there is plenty of activity in the city for them to see. It's bustling. Many of the province soldiers are arriving from across Colchis. There will be a huge gathering of them where the King and Princes will examine each unit, down to every stud." Leto blew a puff of air as she thought of how extensive such a thing would be. Part of her would love to watch, but she doubted that would be a case. Perhaps Magnus would go see it and tell her about it? No matter. Either way, it was a good bit of gossip that she learned from passing through the city and from the pages that came across her brother's desk.
A sneaky smile stretched across Leto's face as she stifled a laugh, watching the few loiterers in the room 'overhear' her need to close shop to help the cause. Colchians were a devout people to their Kingdom, and were also of the type to move out of the way if it were to benefit the crowd. While technically that was the case, it was no immediate matter. Whatever these folks believed, though, did not matter.
"Oh, I have something to tell you," Leto said, her eyes halfway between giddy and nervous with the words on her tongue. "Do you remember the soldier I told you about, the Captain at the Hall of the Gods a few weeks back? I knew him when we were young in Chaossis, I sold him a sword." Leto paused a moment to see if Myrrine recalled the story, but quickly steamed ahead, "Well, there is a good bit more to the story, including where I crossed swords with a noble - I will come back to that later - but...we met secretly at Naós of Ares last night, to pray for the soldiers safe return. And..."
Leto paused, biting her bottom lip as she glanced over her shoulder, not speaking until she was certain the last customer was out the door. She was practically bouncing but biting back the words, not wanting anything more to potentially ever make its way back to her brother. He had eyes and ears everywhere.
Leto's natural smile was quite a goofy, toothy thing, pressing deep creases into her face around her nose and nearly all the way down to her chin. It seemed to age her oddly, but to see it was to know she was truly happy to see someone. It always made an appearance whenever she saw Myrrine.
One of her oldest friends in Midas, sharing both common blood and similar ages, Leto found a sense of normalcy where she could be herself when around her friend. Sometimes, it felt strange to know her humble upbringing and then to live her day-to-day life in an Upper Level manor with her brother and parents. It almost felt like she was playing a role in a performance instead of living her own life. Yet, around Myrinne and her family, it felt a bit easier to breathe.
"Ah, well, there is plenty of activity in the city for them to see. It's bustling. Many of the province soldiers are arriving from across Colchis. There will be a huge gathering of them where the King and Princes will examine each unit, down to every stud." Leto blew a puff of air as she thought of how extensive such a thing would be. Part of her would love to watch, but she doubted that would be a case. Perhaps Magnus would go see it and tell her about it? No matter. Either way, it was a good bit of gossip that she learned from passing through the city and from the pages that came across her brother's desk.
A sneaky smile stretched across Leto's face as she stifled a laugh, watching the few loiterers in the room 'overhear' her need to close shop to help the cause. Colchians were a devout people to their Kingdom, and were also of the type to move out of the way if it were to benefit the crowd. While technically that was the case, it was no immediate matter. Whatever these folks believed, though, did not matter.
"Oh, I have something to tell you," Leto said, her eyes halfway between giddy and nervous with the words on her tongue. "Do you remember the soldier I told you about, the Captain at the Hall of the Gods a few weeks back? I knew him when we were young in Chaossis, I sold him a sword." Leto paused a moment to see if Myrrine recalled the story, but quickly steamed ahead, "Well, there is a good bit more to the story, including where I crossed swords with a noble - I will come back to that later - but...we met secretly at Naós of Ares last night, to pray for the soldiers safe return. And..."
Leto paused, biting her bottom lip as she glanced over her shoulder, not speaking until she was certain the last customer was out the door. She was practically bouncing but biting back the words, not wanting anything more to potentially ever make its way back to her brother. He had eyes and ears everywhere.
Myrrine lifted an eyebrow at her friend’s words. “I imagine that will be quite the spectacle,” she agreed. She had already caught sight of the unusual size of the crowds. Enough that she had decided to delay any attendance at the marketplace. With so many soldiers arriving from the provinces, it only made sense.
She pursed her lips tightly together, fighting a laugh at her friend’s response. “Stop,” she hissed, knowing that the moment Leto’s composure cracked, hers would follow. Her eyes darted between customers, trying to see if any of them had picked up on the farce. Fortunately, they all seemed to be drifting away as they had hoped. It was selfish perhaps, but she was impatient to hear whatever tales her friend had brought to her. It would be the highlight of her week surely.
Her gaze shifted back to her friend, noting the odd energy that possessed her. Almost as if she were both anxious and excited all at once. She nodded eagerly, curious to know how that tale was relevant now. “Yes, how could I forget? What were the odds you two would cross paths again?” She leaned forward, eyes bright as she listened closely. After all, listening to Leto’s stories was as close as she would likely ever get to an adventure of her own. She lived to hear them. It was always a breath of fresh air in her all too dull daily drudgery.
Her eyes widened as Leto continued to speak, her words only serving to tease Myrrine’s curiosity all the further. Crossing swords with a noble? Secret meetings? She had to know what had happened. She looked up once more, fingers tapping on the counter as she waited for the final customer to leave. As soon as the door closed behind him, she rushed forward to secure the doors, making certain they would not be interrupted again.
She approached Leto, reaching out to grip her forearms now that the counter no longer stood between them. She couldn't help but bounce slightly on the balls of her feet, full of impatience.
“And? Tell me everything!”
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Myrrine lifted an eyebrow at her friend’s words. “I imagine that will be quite the spectacle,” she agreed. She had already caught sight of the unusual size of the crowds. Enough that she had decided to delay any attendance at the marketplace. With so many soldiers arriving from the provinces, it only made sense.
She pursed her lips tightly together, fighting a laugh at her friend’s response. “Stop,” she hissed, knowing that the moment Leto’s composure cracked, hers would follow. Her eyes darted between customers, trying to see if any of them had picked up on the farce. Fortunately, they all seemed to be drifting away as they had hoped. It was selfish perhaps, but she was impatient to hear whatever tales her friend had brought to her. It would be the highlight of her week surely.
Her gaze shifted back to her friend, noting the odd energy that possessed her. Almost as if she were both anxious and excited all at once. She nodded eagerly, curious to know how that tale was relevant now. “Yes, how could I forget? What were the odds you two would cross paths again?” She leaned forward, eyes bright as she listened closely. After all, listening to Leto’s stories was as close as she would likely ever get to an adventure of her own. She lived to hear them. It was always a breath of fresh air in her all too dull daily drudgery.
Her eyes widened as Leto continued to speak, her words only serving to tease Myrrine’s curiosity all the further. Crossing swords with a noble? Secret meetings? She had to know what had happened. She looked up once more, fingers tapping on the counter as she waited for the final customer to leave. As soon as the door closed behind him, she rushed forward to secure the doors, making certain they would not be interrupted again.
She approached Leto, reaching out to grip her forearms now that the counter no longer stood between them. She couldn't help but bounce slightly on the balls of her feet, full of impatience.
“And? Tell me everything!”
Myrrine lifted an eyebrow at her friend’s words. “I imagine that will be quite the spectacle,” she agreed. She had already caught sight of the unusual size of the crowds. Enough that she had decided to delay any attendance at the marketplace. With so many soldiers arriving from the provinces, it only made sense.
She pursed her lips tightly together, fighting a laugh at her friend’s response. “Stop,” she hissed, knowing that the moment Leto’s composure cracked, hers would follow. Her eyes darted between customers, trying to see if any of them had picked up on the farce. Fortunately, they all seemed to be drifting away as they had hoped. It was selfish perhaps, but she was impatient to hear whatever tales her friend had brought to her. It would be the highlight of her week surely.
Her gaze shifted back to her friend, noting the odd energy that possessed her. Almost as if she were both anxious and excited all at once. She nodded eagerly, curious to know how that tale was relevant now. “Yes, how could I forget? What were the odds you two would cross paths again?” She leaned forward, eyes bright as she listened closely. After all, listening to Leto’s stories was as close as she would likely ever get to an adventure of her own. She lived to hear them. It was always a breath of fresh air in her all too dull daily drudgery.
Her eyes widened as Leto continued to speak, her words only serving to tease Myrrine’s curiosity all the further. Crossing swords with a noble? Secret meetings? She had to know what had happened. She looked up once more, fingers tapping on the counter as she waited for the final customer to leave. As soon as the door closed behind him, she rushed forward to secure the doors, making certain they would not be interrupted again.
She approached Leto, reaching out to grip her forearms now that the counter no longer stood between them. She couldn't help but bounce slightly on the balls of her feet, full of impatience.
“And? Tell me everything!”
Leto purposefully lifted the back of her hand to her lips to stifle the laugh and turn it into a slight cough, a feigned sneeze, making sure her head was turned away so the people in the shop would not catch wind of the scheme to simply move them along. It was made even worse when Myrinne tried to get her to stop, sending Leto into a full on ‘coughing’ fit.
Taking a few moments to sniff a bit and try to pull her expression back together, she knew it was safe once Myrinne recalled Leto speaking about Maleos.
“I know, it seems something out of an old story, doesn’t it?” Leto chimed, recalling how countless of the tales that were pressed onto the shelves in her personal library held the same themes. She knew enough from the stories to know that all tales of reunion and affection had some sort of hardship along the way - the impending war simply seemed to be the next part of this story. Sometimes, though, these things did not have happy endings, but other times, it was guided to a lovely, happily ever after.
“Well, the other night, he asked me to meet him at the Temple of Ares, up on the cliffside,” Leto repeated, her voice low yet brimming as she began to tell it to her friend. Suddenly, in her stomach, there was a fluttering of nervousness, as if one of Magnus’ informants were to pop out of a cupboard at any moment and shout ‘ah-ha!’ before running along to tell her brother all her secrets.
“He confessed he has affection for me,” she started, leaving it a moment as if that were the big reveal before quickly adding onto the end of it, “And…then, .he kissed me!”
Saying the words aloud had her mind rushing back to the moment, remembering the way the wind felt on the cliffside and how it tugged at the dark curls across his forehead. In that moment, she could almost feel the weight of his hands on her arms and smell him standing in front of her. It was all terribly romantic and in many cases, surreal.
How gods-given was that? Two people who met in their childhood, shared a love of the blade in their hands, and then meeting on a hilltop to share a moment. It was something out of a storybook, the sort of thing that she fantasized over while reading such texts and hiding them under her mattress away from Magnus. Her stomach fluttered again before her expression faltered.
In her mind’s eye, she remembered his expression after she laughed...the hurt in his eyes as she was unable to string together a proper sentence. A wave of embarrassment washed over her, her eyes rounding some away from the smile that they once held as an uncertain worry began to creep into them.
“I...I didn’t know what to say. And...I laughed. Not ‘at’ him just...I couldn’t think of something to say!” she started, her words struggling to string together as well, “I was surprised for him to confess that to me, but...I don’t know why, either. He makes me smile and we both like the same things. He’s a Captain and….Myrinne, he’s very handsome as well, but….why did I laugh?”
Now, as she processed it out loud, Leto felt incredibly, horribly, terribly stupid and brought both hands to the side of her face as the dawning realization hit her.
“Oh, gods…I’m a idiot, Myr.”
The story was far from being done, but Leto found herself spiraling in this one, horrible error. Once she continued it, she could keep herself from feeling this way, but in the meantime, she just wished Hades would open the ground beneath her and swallow her up.
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Leto purposefully lifted the back of her hand to her lips to stifle the laugh and turn it into a slight cough, a feigned sneeze, making sure her head was turned away so the people in the shop would not catch wind of the scheme to simply move them along. It was made even worse when Myrinne tried to get her to stop, sending Leto into a full on ‘coughing’ fit.
Taking a few moments to sniff a bit and try to pull her expression back together, she knew it was safe once Myrinne recalled Leto speaking about Maleos.
“I know, it seems something out of an old story, doesn’t it?” Leto chimed, recalling how countless of the tales that were pressed onto the shelves in her personal library held the same themes. She knew enough from the stories to know that all tales of reunion and affection had some sort of hardship along the way - the impending war simply seemed to be the next part of this story. Sometimes, though, these things did not have happy endings, but other times, it was guided to a lovely, happily ever after.
“Well, the other night, he asked me to meet him at the Temple of Ares, up on the cliffside,” Leto repeated, her voice low yet brimming as she began to tell it to her friend. Suddenly, in her stomach, there was a fluttering of nervousness, as if one of Magnus’ informants were to pop out of a cupboard at any moment and shout ‘ah-ha!’ before running along to tell her brother all her secrets.
“He confessed he has affection for me,” she started, leaving it a moment as if that were the big reveal before quickly adding onto the end of it, “And…then, .he kissed me!”
Saying the words aloud had her mind rushing back to the moment, remembering the way the wind felt on the cliffside and how it tugged at the dark curls across his forehead. In that moment, she could almost feel the weight of his hands on her arms and smell him standing in front of her. It was all terribly romantic and in many cases, surreal.
How gods-given was that? Two people who met in their childhood, shared a love of the blade in their hands, and then meeting on a hilltop to share a moment. It was something out of a storybook, the sort of thing that she fantasized over while reading such texts and hiding them under her mattress away from Magnus. Her stomach fluttered again before her expression faltered.
In her mind’s eye, she remembered his expression after she laughed...the hurt in his eyes as she was unable to string together a proper sentence. A wave of embarrassment washed over her, her eyes rounding some away from the smile that they once held as an uncertain worry began to creep into them.
“I...I didn’t know what to say. And...I laughed. Not ‘at’ him just...I couldn’t think of something to say!” she started, her words struggling to string together as well, “I was surprised for him to confess that to me, but...I don’t know why, either. He makes me smile and we both like the same things. He’s a Captain and….Myrinne, he’s very handsome as well, but….why did I laugh?”
Now, as she processed it out loud, Leto felt incredibly, horribly, terribly stupid and brought both hands to the side of her face as the dawning realization hit her.
“Oh, gods…I’m a idiot, Myr.”
The story was far from being done, but Leto found herself spiraling in this one, horrible error. Once she continued it, she could keep herself from feeling this way, but in the meantime, she just wished Hades would open the ground beneath her and swallow her up.
Leto purposefully lifted the back of her hand to her lips to stifle the laugh and turn it into a slight cough, a feigned sneeze, making sure her head was turned away so the people in the shop would not catch wind of the scheme to simply move them along. It was made even worse when Myrinne tried to get her to stop, sending Leto into a full on ‘coughing’ fit.
Taking a few moments to sniff a bit and try to pull her expression back together, she knew it was safe once Myrinne recalled Leto speaking about Maleos.
“I know, it seems something out of an old story, doesn’t it?” Leto chimed, recalling how countless of the tales that were pressed onto the shelves in her personal library held the same themes. She knew enough from the stories to know that all tales of reunion and affection had some sort of hardship along the way - the impending war simply seemed to be the next part of this story. Sometimes, though, these things did not have happy endings, but other times, it was guided to a lovely, happily ever after.
“Well, the other night, he asked me to meet him at the Temple of Ares, up on the cliffside,” Leto repeated, her voice low yet brimming as she began to tell it to her friend. Suddenly, in her stomach, there was a fluttering of nervousness, as if one of Magnus’ informants were to pop out of a cupboard at any moment and shout ‘ah-ha!’ before running along to tell her brother all her secrets.
“He confessed he has affection for me,” she started, leaving it a moment as if that were the big reveal before quickly adding onto the end of it, “And…then, .he kissed me!”
Saying the words aloud had her mind rushing back to the moment, remembering the way the wind felt on the cliffside and how it tugged at the dark curls across his forehead. In that moment, she could almost feel the weight of his hands on her arms and smell him standing in front of her. It was all terribly romantic and in many cases, surreal.
How gods-given was that? Two people who met in their childhood, shared a love of the blade in their hands, and then meeting on a hilltop to share a moment. It was something out of a storybook, the sort of thing that she fantasized over while reading such texts and hiding them under her mattress away from Magnus. Her stomach fluttered again before her expression faltered.
In her mind’s eye, she remembered his expression after she laughed...the hurt in his eyes as she was unable to string together a proper sentence. A wave of embarrassment washed over her, her eyes rounding some away from the smile that they once held as an uncertain worry began to creep into them.
“I...I didn’t know what to say. And...I laughed. Not ‘at’ him just...I couldn’t think of something to say!” she started, her words struggling to string together as well, “I was surprised for him to confess that to me, but...I don’t know why, either. He makes me smile and we both like the same things. He’s a Captain and….Myrinne, he’s very handsome as well, but….why did I laugh?”
Now, as she processed it out loud, Leto felt incredibly, horribly, terribly stupid and brought both hands to the side of her face as the dawning realization hit her.
“Oh, gods…I’m a idiot, Myr.”
The story was far from being done, but Leto found herself spiraling in this one, horrible error. Once she continued it, she could keep herself from feeling this way, but in the meantime, she just wished Hades would open the ground beneath her and swallow her up.
“It does, truly,” she agreed, her voice filled with warmth. It was one of those things that seemed impossible, yet her friend before her was the proof that such things truly happened. Her eyes grew wide as Leto spoke of the secret meeting they had arranged. A confession of adoration? It was the sort of thing little girls fantasized about.
Myrrine couldn’t remember ever thinking about such things, but then again it was hard to remember a time before her mother’s death. They were such faded memories, buried by a thousand tasks and responsibilities that she had shouldered since.
“What!?” she exclaimed, her shock accidentally increasing her volume. “Oh Leto, it was incredible, right? It had to be. It’s as though Aphrodite herself is writing your life.”
Her excitement faded slightly as Leto words became more frantic and she confessed her laughter. “Oh...” She pursed her lips together, trying to think of something to say to comfort her friend. “No, you’re anything but an idiot, Leto. Don’t say such things,” she scolded, more on instinct than anything. She reached out to lightly grasp her friend’s wrists, pulling her hands away from her face. “People often laugh when they feel uncertain or giddy or overwhelmed. It is nothing more than a noise to fill the silence while their mind makes sense of what is happening.”
She absently rubbed a hand over Leto’s, a familiar comforting gesture that came from years of soothing children.
“Do you have affection for him as well? Or do you merely see him as a friend?” she asked softly, wondering if her friend even knew the answer to that question. Still, she had to ask. It was one thing to be uncertain in the face of surprise. But if all she could come up with was they had similar interests and he made her smile, then she wasn’t terribly sure that what Leto felt towards him was romance.
Then again, Myrrine was the last person to speak about such things. Aside from an awkward kiss in her youth, she had no experience with men or romance. Nor would she ever. That ship had sailed for her when she became responsible for her entire family’s well-being.
“Do you want to kiss him again?” Surely that answer would come easily enough. Even in Myr’s limited experience, that was an answer that was instinct more than careful consideration.
“Wait, how did he react when you laughed? You never said.”
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“It does, truly,” she agreed, her voice filled with warmth. It was one of those things that seemed impossible, yet her friend before her was the proof that such things truly happened. Her eyes grew wide as Leto spoke of the secret meeting they had arranged. A confession of adoration? It was the sort of thing little girls fantasized about.
Myrrine couldn’t remember ever thinking about such things, but then again it was hard to remember a time before her mother’s death. They were such faded memories, buried by a thousand tasks and responsibilities that she had shouldered since.
“What!?” she exclaimed, her shock accidentally increasing her volume. “Oh Leto, it was incredible, right? It had to be. It’s as though Aphrodite herself is writing your life.”
Her excitement faded slightly as Leto words became more frantic and she confessed her laughter. “Oh...” She pursed her lips together, trying to think of something to say to comfort her friend. “No, you’re anything but an idiot, Leto. Don’t say such things,” she scolded, more on instinct than anything. She reached out to lightly grasp her friend’s wrists, pulling her hands away from her face. “People often laugh when they feel uncertain or giddy or overwhelmed. It is nothing more than a noise to fill the silence while their mind makes sense of what is happening.”
She absently rubbed a hand over Leto’s, a familiar comforting gesture that came from years of soothing children.
“Do you have affection for him as well? Or do you merely see him as a friend?” she asked softly, wondering if her friend even knew the answer to that question. Still, she had to ask. It was one thing to be uncertain in the face of surprise. But if all she could come up with was they had similar interests and he made her smile, then she wasn’t terribly sure that what Leto felt towards him was romance.
Then again, Myrrine was the last person to speak about such things. Aside from an awkward kiss in her youth, she had no experience with men or romance. Nor would she ever. That ship had sailed for her when she became responsible for her entire family’s well-being.
“Do you want to kiss him again?” Surely that answer would come easily enough. Even in Myr’s limited experience, that was an answer that was instinct more than careful consideration.
“Wait, how did he react when you laughed? You never said.”
“It does, truly,” she agreed, her voice filled with warmth. It was one of those things that seemed impossible, yet her friend before her was the proof that such things truly happened. Her eyes grew wide as Leto spoke of the secret meeting they had arranged. A confession of adoration? It was the sort of thing little girls fantasized about.
Myrrine couldn’t remember ever thinking about such things, but then again it was hard to remember a time before her mother’s death. They were such faded memories, buried by a thousand tasks and responsibilities that she had shouldered since.
“What!?” she exclaimed, her shock accidentally increasing her volume. “Oh Leto, it was incredible, right? It had to be. It’s as though Aphrodite herself is writing your life.”
Her excitement faded slightly as Leto words became more frantic and she confessed her laughter. “Oh...” She pursed her lips together, trying to think of something to say to comfort her friend. “No, you’re anything but an idiot, Leto. Don’t say such things,” she scolded, more on instinct than anything. She reached out to lightly grasp her friend’s wrists, pulling her hands away from her face. “People often laugh when they feel uncertain or giddy or overwhelmed. It is nothing more than a noise to fill the silence while their mind makes sense of what is happening.”
She absently rubbed a hand over Leto’s, a familiar comforting gesture that came from years of soothing children.
“Do you have affection for him as well? Or do you merely see him as a friend?” she asked softly, wondering if her friend even knew the answer to that question. Still, she had to ask. It was one thing to be uncertain in the face of surprise. But if all she could come up with was they had similar interests and he made her smile, then she wasn’t terribly sure that what Leto felt towards him was romance.
Then again, Myrrine was the last person to speak about such things. Aside from an awkward kiss in her youth, she had no experience with men or romance. Nor would she ever. That ship had sailed for her when she became responsible for her entire family’s well-being.
“Do you want to kiss him again?” Surely that answer would come easily enough. Even in Myr’s limited experience, that was an answer that was instinct more than careful consideration.
“Wait, how did he react when you laughed? You never said.”
Leto's smile could not be dimmed as she first started talking about Maleos, and it only beamed further as Myrinne said exactly what she thought - that this seemed like one of those ancient tales, with the gods meddling and tempting two mortals into...this....
Could she even think the word? It had only been a few weeks since Leto and the Captain had been reacquainted, though the moment they spoke, there was a clear connection. Was it just nostalgia...or something orchestrated by the fates?
Just giddy only moments before, Leto's hands now ran down her face and covered her mouth, as if trying to keep her from saying another word. Her blue eyes were round as saucers as her dear friend tried to keep her from descending into a full panic. If Myrinne said it was alright to accidentally laugh after being kissed, then that was fine. Leto nodded.
Then, at the question, Leto froze and blinked a few times.
Maleos had been utterly vulnerable, speaking his heart to her and confessing his affections. It would make any woman weak at the knees. Additionally, as shallow as it may have seemed, he was far from unattractive! If they had not known each other before, he would likely have caught her eye regardless. And the fact that she - a gangly, too-tall, clumsy, and oddly-featured woman who seemed more a girl - had caught not just his eye but his affections? Unthinkable!
Except...it wasn't - all of this had happened! It was real, not something written within the chapters of the romantic and fanciful tales she read. There was something else that she could not place, murmuring within the back of her mind, hesitating.
Then, as a gift from the gods, Myrinne asked another question - an easier one.
"Yes," Leto admitted, her fingers moving out of the way of her mouth to allow the answer to meet the air. It was an honest answer, and in that, she felt slightly more confident and less wishy-washy on her feelings. After all, laughter was something because you were happy right?
That relief was short lived as Myrinne asked her next question, and Leto just simply groaned.
"I...I don't know. He's always rather quiet, so it was hard to tell if he was any quieter than usual. Well, we went into the Temple and we prayed...and..." Leto showed Myrinne the palm of her hand, where she had taken the blade to her palm and followed suit after his, sacrificing it to @ares for his protection. "I...I didn't say anything back, but...this means something."
Doesn't it? she wanted to ask, as if her friend were some sort of soothsayer, able to decipher her feelings for her.
For a woman who had read so many tales that touched on this, she felt utterly lost in understanding her own mind.
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Leto's smile could not be dimmed as she first started talking about Maleos, and it only beamed further as Myrinne said exactly what she thought - that this seemed like one of those ancient tales, with the gods meddling and tempting two mortals into...this....
Could she even think the word? It had only been a few weeks since Leto and the Captain had been reacquainted, though the moment they spoke, there was a clear connection. Was it just nostalgia...or something orchestrated by the fates?
Just giddy only moments before, Leto's hands now ran down her face and covered her mouth, as if trying to keep her from saying another word. Her blue eyes were round as saucers as her dear friend tried to keep her from descending into a full panic. If Myrinne said it was alright to accidentally laugh after being kissed, then that was fine. Leto nodded.
Then, at the question, Leto froze and blinked a few times.
Maleos had been utterly vulnerable, speaking his heart to her and confessing his affections. It would make any woman weak at the knees. Additionally, as shallow as it may have seemed, he was far from unattractive! If they had not known each other before, he would likely have caught her eye regardless. And the fact that she - a gangly, too-tall, clumsy, and oddly-featured woman who seemed more a girl - had caught not just his eye but his affections? Unthinkable!
Except...it wasn't - all of this had happened! It was real, not something written within the chapters of the romantic and fanciful tales she read. There was something else that she could not place, murmuring within the back of her mind, hesitating.
Then, as a gift from the gods, Myrinne asked another question - an easier one.
"Yes," Leto admitted, her fingers moving out of the way of her mouth to allow the answer to meet the air. It was an honest answer, and in that, she felt slightly more confident and less wishy-washy on her feelings. After all, laughter was something because you were happy right?
That relief was short lived as Myrinne asked her next question, and Leto just simply groaned.
"I...I don't know. He's always rather quiet, so it was hard to tell if he was any quieter than usual. Well, we went into the Temple and we prayed...and..." Leto showed Myrinne the palm of her hand, where she had taken the blade to her palm and followed suit after his, sacrificing it to @ares for his protection. "I...I didn't say anything back, but...this means something."
Doesn't it? she wanted to ask, as if her friend were some sort of soothsayer, able to decipher her feelings for her.
For a woman who had read so many tales that touched on this, she felt utterly lost in understanding her own mind.
Leto's smile could not be dimmed as she first started talking about Maleos, and it only beamed further as Myrinne said exactly what she thought - that this seemed like one of those ancient tales, with the gods meddling and tempting two mortals into...this....
Could she even think the word? It had only been a few weeks since Leto and the Captain had been reacquainted, though the moment they spoke, there was a clear connection. Was it just nostalgia...or something orchestrated by the fates?
Just giddy only moments before, Leto's hands now ran down her face and covered her mouth, as if trying to keep her from saying another word. Her blue eyes were round as saucers as her dear friend tried to keep her from descending into a full panic. If Myrinne said it was alright to accidentally laugh after being kissed, then that was fine. Leto nodded.
Then, at the question, Leto froze and blinked a few times.
Maleos had been utterly vulnerable, speaking his heart to her and confessing his affections. It would make any woman weak at the knees. Additionally, as shallow as it may have seemed, he was far from unattractive! If they had not known each other before, he would likely have caught her eye regardless. And the fact that she - a gangly, too-tall, clumsy, and oddly-featured woman who seemed more a girl - had caught not just his eye but his affections? Unthinkable!
Except...it wasn't - all of this had happened! It was real, not something written within the chapters of the romantic and fanciful tales she read. There was something else that she could not place, murmuring within the back of her mind, hesitating.
Then, as a gift from the gods, Myrinne asked another question - an easier one.
"Yes," Leto admitted, her fingers moving out of the way of her mouth to allow the answer to meet the air. It was an honest answer, and in that, she felt slightly more confident and less wishy-washy on her feelings. After all, laughter was something because you were happy right?
That relief was short lived as Myrinne asked her next question, and Leto just simply groaned.
"I...I don't know. He's always rather quiet, so it was hard to tell if he was any quieter than usual. Well, we went into the Temple and we prayed...and..." Leto showed Myrinne the palm of her hand, where she had taken the blade to her palm and followed suit after his, sacrificing it to @ares for his protection. "I...I didn't say anything back, but...this means something."
Doesn't it? she wanted to ask, as if her friend were some sort of soothsayer, able to decipher her feelings for her.
For a woman who had read so many tales that touched on this, she felt utterly lost in understanding her own mind.
Myrrine could see the rising panic in her friend’s eyes even before her hands flew up to cover her face. With some gentle assurances, she saw Leto begin to relax, nodding slightly until Myrrine’s question left her frozen. It was a difficult thing, she imagined, to sort out one’s feelings in regards to romance. At least, that’s what she assumed.
It was the one thing that Myrrine had no experience with. She had never had someone who could make her heart race, someone she’d felt drawn towards. When she’d been younger, she had tried of course. Tried to stir those feelings to life. But with all else she had going on... it had just never seemed a worthwhile endeavor. It was awkward and uncomfortable and just... a waste of time really. At least for her.
Still, she could understand the appeal of it all. It would be nice to have someone to share things with. Someone to comfort her when she was upset. Someone to care for her when she was exhausted. Someone to make her smile when she felt as though the world was crashing down around her. Could such a person exist? Rare moments like these made her wish for such a person, even if deep down, she knew she wasn’t free to pursue such a thing. She had a family to care for. It didn’t matter that they were her siblings rather than her children. Or that it was her father’s shop rather than her own. She was the one responsible for the work. She was the one who had to see to things for the good of everyone else.
So she’d given up. It wasn’t something that was meant for her it seemed. Her life had taken a different turn. This was the first moment she found herself almost regretting that. She wished she had some sort of experience to offer her friend any sort of useful advice.
Instead, she settled for the best she could manage. She changed the topic, well, slightly so. Asking another question. A simpler one. One that inspired soft conspiratorial giggles between them. The next question came as an afterthought, one that earned a groan. Myrrine winced slightly, feeling as though she had made a mistake. She took her friend’s offered hand in her own, faintly tracing around the line’s from a blade’s edge. “Of course, it means something,” she agreed. “He has to know that you care about him. Why else would you have offered your blood for his safety? He must see that.” How could he not?
“You’re going to see him again, aren’t you? Before he leaves?” she asked, voice hushed. She needed to believe that her friend could have this happiness if it was what she wanted.
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Myrrine could see the rising panic in her friend’s eyes even before her hands flew up to cover her face. With some gentle assurances, she saw Leto begin to relax, nodding slightly until Myrrine’s question left her frozen. It was a difficult thing, she imagined, to sort out one’s feelings in regards to romance. At least, that’s what she assumed.
It was the one thing that Myrrine had no experience with. She had never had someone who could make her heart race, someone she’d felt drawn towards. When she’d been younger, she had tried of course. Tried to stir those feelings to life. But with all else she had going on... it had just never seemed a worthwhile endeavor. It was awkward and uncomfortable and just... a waste of time really. At least for her.
Still, she could understand the appeal of it all. It would be nice to have someone to share things with. Someone to comfort her when she was upset. Someone to care for her when she was exhausted. Someone to make her smile when she felt as though the world was crashing down around her. Could such a person exist? Rare moments like these made her wish for such a person, even if deep down, she knew she wasn’t free to pursue such a thing. She had a family to care for. It didn’t matter that they were her siblings rather than her children. Or that it was her father’s shop rather than her own. She was the one responsible for the work. She was the one who had to see to things for the good of everyone else.
So she’d given up. It wasn’t something that was meant for her it seemed. Her life had taken a different turn. This was the first moment she found herself almost regretting that. She wished she had some sort of experience to offer her friend any sort of useful advice.
Instead, she settled for the best she could manage. She changed the topic, well, slightly so. Asking another question. A simpler one. One that inspired soft conspiratorial giggles between them. The next question came as an afterthought, one that earned a groan. Myrrine winced slightly, feeling as though she had made a mistake. She took her friend’s offered hand in her own, faintly tracing around the line’s from a blade’s edge. “Of course, it means something,” she agreed. “He has to know that you care about him. Why else would you have offered your blood for his safety? He must see that.” How could he not?
“You’re going to see him again, aren’t you? Before he leaves?” she asked, voice hushed. She needed to believe that her friend could have this happiness if it was what she wanted.
Myrrine could see the rising panic in her friend’s eyes even before her hands flew up to cover her face. With some gentle assurances, she saw Leto begin to relax, nodding slightly until Myrrine’s question left her frozen. It was a difficult thing, she imagined, to sort out one’s feelings in regards to romance. At least, that’s what she assumed.
It was the one thing that Myrrine had no experience with. She had never had someone who could make her heart race, someone she’d felt drawn towards. When she’d been younger, she had tried of course. Tried to stir those feelings to life. But with all else she had going on... it had just never seemed a worthwhile endeavor. It was awkward and uncomfortable and just... a waste of time really. At least for her.
Still, she could understand the appeal of it all. It would be nice to have someone to share things with. Someone to comfort her when she was upset. Someone to care for her when she was exhausted. Someone to make her smile when she felt as though the world was crashing down around her. Could such a person exist? Rare moments like these made her wish for such a person, even if deep down, she knew she wasn’t free to pursue such a thing. She had a family to care for. It didn’t matter that they were her siblings rather than her children. Or that it was her father’s shop rather than her own. She was the one responsible for the work. She was the one who had to see to things for the good of everyone else.
So she’d given up. It wasn’t something that was meant for her it seemed. Her life had taken a different turn. This was the first moment she found herself almost regretting that. She wished she had some sort of experience to offer her friend any sort of useful advice.
Instead, she settled for the best she could manage. She changed the topic, well, slightly so. Asking another question. A simpler one. One that inspired soft conspiratorial giggles between them. The next question came as an afterthought, one that earned a groan. Myrrine winced slightly, feeling as though she had made a mistake. She took her friend’s offered hand in her own, faintly tracing around the line’s from a blade’s edge. “Of course, it means something,” she agreed. “He has to know that you care about him. Why else would you have offered your blood for his safety? He must see that.” How could he not?
“You’re going to see him again, aren’t you? Before he leaves?” she asked, voice hushed. She needed to believe that her friend could have this happiness if it was what she wanted.