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The looks and the stares were only to be expected, so her ladies told her. And in that, Persephone was certain of their truth. It was rare that she entered into the public eye these days and, even then, it was for purely spectacle purposes. As her father's aide and support in the ruling of Athenia, Persephone had spent much of the last eight years learning the ropes of how to rule that which she never would become Queen of, but it had been in the last few months that such a task had fallen almost entirely upon her shoulders. Despite the assurances of his physicians and healers that her father would recover from this most recent bout of ill health, Persephone had been left to handle both her worry and concern as a daughter, and her duties as the princess to a king. Most of her days were now filled with study and administrative tasks that would aid in the taxing, ruling and managing of her father's dear kingdom and her outings into the public eye had been purely business. She had arranged to be present for the opening of a new street of homes that had been repaired after a small fire had set them charred and damaged. She had been present for a competition of fine horseflesh arranged by the Marikas family a few weeks past. She had welcomed an envoy from the Colchian state at the docklands, wearing formal garb and the crown of her status as princess. But all such appearances might have been conducted by a portrait as far as the people of Athenia were concerned. She was a visage to witness and a figure to stare upon without interaction or communication between herself and the people she was shadow ruling at her father's side.
Today, however, such a routine was broken. In a moment of lull, when clay tablets had been finalises and scrolls set aside, when she had had the time to eat a decent meal and feel more right within her own self, Persephone had been encouraged by the aides and retainers in her presence to step outside. To get some fresh air and enjoy and moment amongst the people for whom she toiled. Initially against the idea - for a lull of business would not last long - Persephone was forced to accept when her sister and father weighed in and insisted on her taking a moment to enjoy herself. Her sister's suggestion, of course, was to go shopping; to purchase some fine and shining goods and revel in their jewels and fine elements. Persephone smiled to herself in remembering the way her sister's eyes lit up with such a suggestion. To Emilia, prettiness was happiness. And Persephone liked the simple joy of that. And so, in keeping her own aversions and concerns to herself, Persephone had agreed to an outing to a fabric store of Emilia's recommendation, perhaps to purchase a gown or the material for a new himation or epiblema.
Normally, Persephone would send her lady's maid or a servant to fetch goods such as these, scheduling a quick fitting of the gown with the seamstress in question somewhere into her busy schedule. Though, she also owned a statue - limited in detail of her own body - that such professionals could utilise for the same purpose when she was busy. This time, however, she was due to attend such a task in public, in the store itself, where she would be able to choose the silks and gossamer weave for herself.
And Persephone would be lying if she didn't admit to a little feminine excitement at the idea.
When the open carriage drew to a close and Persephone was forced to step out onto the street with a general air of mutterings and stares, she smiled at all those who might be slack jawed or eyes wondering at the princess they rarely saw in public and then headed directly for the door to the store. One of her guardsmen was gentlemanly enough to step ahead of her and then open it on her approach, allowing Persephone to waltz gracefully into the store.
Her appearance was a shock to the owner to say the least and Persephone smiled graciously as the older woman and her husband were suddenly bustling about themselves in an effort to bow, curtsey and welcome their princess with as much dignity as their lack of etiquette training could provide. Their words tripped over themselves in an effort to welcome her, assure her that their goods were of the finest quality and if there was anything that suited her personal taste, they would be happy to see it wrapped and delivered to the royal palace at no additional cost.
Persephone raised a hand, palm out, soft and graceful with a slight bend to her fingers, in a manner that ceased their chattering. Her eyes were kind and her features still as she spoke all appropriate words and elegant manners that she had been trained. Upon their quieting, Persephone turned instead to the other occupants of the room and spotted them to be but one, accompanied by her own servants as Persephone was by hers.
"Lady Hebe..." Persephone offered in a tone of soft welcome. For the girl was a retainer of her sister and Persephone knew her well. "Not on an errand for my sister, I hope." She offered with an air of amusement. "For I could have saved you the journey..."
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The looks and the stares were only to be expected, so her ladies told her. And in that, Persephone was certain of their truth. It was rare that she entered into the public eye these days and, even then, it was for purely spectacle purposes. As her father's aide and support in the ruling of Athenia, Persephone had spent much of the last eight years learning the ropes of how to rule that which she never would become Queen of, but it had been in the last few months that such a task had fallen almost entirely upon her shoulders. Despite the assurances of his physicians and healers that her father would recover from this most recent bout of ill health, Persephone had been left to handle both her worry and concern as a daughter, and her duties as the princess to a king. Most of her days were now filled with study and administrative tasks that would aid in the taxing, ruling and managing of her father's dear kingdom and her outings into the public eye had been purely business. She had arranged to be present for the opening of a new street of homes that had been repaired after a small fire had set them charred and damaged. She had been present for a competition of fine horseflesh arranged by the Marikas family a few weeks past. She had welcomed an envoy from the Colchian state at the docklands, wearing formal garb and the crown of her status as princess. But all such appearances might have been conducted by a portrait as far as the people of Athenia were concerned. She was a visage to witness and a figure to stare upon without interaction or communication between herself and the people she was shadow ruling at her father's side.
Today, however, such a routine was broken. In a moment of lull, when clay tablets had been finalises and scrolls set aside, when she had had the time to eat a decent meal and feel more right within her own self, Persephone had been encouraged by the aides and retainers in her presence to step outside. To get some fresh air and enjoy and moment amongst the people for whom she toiled. Initially against the idea - for a lull of business would not last long - Persephone was forced to accept when her sister and father weighed in and insisted on her taking a moment to enjoy herself. Her sister's suggestion, of course, was to go shopping; to purchase some fine and shining goods and revel in their jewels and fine elements. Persephone smiled to herself in remembering the way her sister's eyes lit up with such a suggestion. To Emilia, prettiness was happiness. And Persephone liked the simple joy of that. And so, in keeping her own aversions and concerns to herself, Persephone had agreed to an outing to a fabric store of Emilia's recommendation, perhaps to purchase a gown or the material for a new himation or epiblema.
Normally, Persephone would send her lady's maid or a servant to fetch goods such as these, scheduling a quick fitting of the gown with the seamstress in question somewhere into her busy schedule. Though, she also owned a statue - limited in detail of her own body - that such professionals could utilise for the same purpose when she was busy. This time, however, she was due to attend such a task in public, in the store itself, where she would be able to choose the silks and gossamer weave for herself.
And Persephone would be lying if she didn't admit to a little feminine excitement at the idea.
When the open carriage drew to a close and Persephone was forced to step out onto the street with a general air of mutterings and stares, she smiled at all those who might be slack jawed or eyes wondering at the princess they rarely saw in public and then headed directly for the door to the store. One of her guardsmen was gentlemanly enough to step ahead of her and then open it on her approach, allowing Persephone to waltz gracefully into the store.
Her appearance was a shock to the owner to say the least and Persephone smiled graciously as the older woman and her husband were suddenly bustling about themselves in an effort to bow, curtsey and welcome their princess with as much dignity as their lack of etiquette training could provide. Their words tripped over themselves in an effort to welcome her, assure her that their goods were of the finest quality and if there was anything that suited her personal taste, they would be happy to see it wrapped and delivered to the royal palace at no additional cost.
Persephone raised a hand, palm out, soft and graceful with a slight bend to her fingers, in a manner that ceased their chattering. Her eyes were kind and her features still as she spoke all appropriate words and elegant manners that she had been trained. Upon their quieting, Persephone turned instead to the other occupants of the room and spotted them to be but one, accompanied by her own servants as Persephone was by hers.
"Lady Hebe..." Persephone offered in a tone of soft welcome. For the girl was a retainer of her sister and Persephone knew her well. "Not on an errand for my sister, I hope." She offered with an air of amusement. "For I could have saved you the journey..."
The looks and the stares were only to be expected, so her ladies told her. And in that, Persephone was certain of their truth. It was rare that she entered into the public eye these days and, even then, it was for purely spectacle purposes. As her father's aide and support in the ruling of Athenia, Persephone had spent much of the last eight years learning the ropes of how to rule that which she never would become Queen of, but it had been in the last few months that such a task had fallen almost entirely upon her shoulders. Despite the assurances of his physicians and healers that her father would recover from this most recent bout of ill health, Persephone had been left to handle both her worry and concern as a daughter, and her duties as the princess to a king. Most of her days were now filled with study and administrative tasks that would aid in the taxing, ruling and managing of her father's dear kingdom and her outings into the public eye had been purely business. She had arranged to be present for the opening of a new street of homes that had been repaired after a small fire had set them charred and damaged. She had been present for a competition of fine horseflesh arranged by the Marikas family a few weeks past. She had welcomed an envoy from the Colchian state at the docklands, wearing formal garb and the crown of her status as princess. But all such appearances might have been conducted by a portrait as far as the people of Athenia were concerned. She was a visage to witness and a figure to stare upon without interaction or communication between herself and the people she was shadow ruling at her father's side.
Today, however, such a routine was broken. In a moment of lull, when clay tablets had been finalises and scrolls set aside, when she had had the time to eat a decent meal and feel more right within her own self, Persephone had been encouraged by the aides and retainers in her presence to step outside. To get some fresh air and enjoy and moment amongst the people for whom she toiled. Initially against the idea - for a lull of business would not last long - Persephone was forced to accept when her sister and father weighed in and insisted on her taking a moment to enjoy herself. Her sister's suggestion, of course, was to go shopping; to purchase some fine and shining goods and revel in their jewels and fine elements. Persephone smiled to herself in remembering the way her sister's eyes lit up with such a suggestion. To Emilia, prettiness was happiness. And Persephone liked the simple joy of that. And so, in keeping her own aversions and concerns to herself, Persephone had agreed to an outing to a fabric store of Emilia's recommendation, perhaps to purchase a gown or the material for a new himation or epiblema.
Normally, Persephone would send her lady's maid or a servant to fetch goods such as these, scheduling a quick fitting of the gown with the seamstress in question somewhere into her busy schedule. Though, she also owned a statue - limited in detail of her own body - that such professionals could utilise for the same purpose when she was busy. This time, however, she was due to attend such a task in public, in the store itself, where she would be able to choose the silks and gossamer weave for herself.
And Persephone would be lying if she didn't admit to a little feminine excitement at the idea.
When the open carriage drew to a close and Persephone was forced to step out onto the street with a general air of mutterings and stares, she smiled at all those who might be slack jawed or eyes wondering at the princess they rarely saw in public and then headed directly for the door to the store. One of her guardsmen was gentlemanly enough to step ahead of her and then open it on her approach, allowing Persephone to waltz gracefully into the store.
Her appearance was a shock to the owner to say the least and Persephone smiled graciously as the older woman and her husband were suddenly bustling about themselves in an effort to bow, curtsey and welcome their princess with as much dignity as their lack of etiquette training could provide. Their words tripped over themselves in an effort to welcome her, assure her that their goods were of the finest quality and if there was anything that suited her personal taste, they would be happy to see it wrapped and delivered to the royal palace at no additional cost.
Persephone raised a hand, palm out, soft and graceful with a slight bend to her fingers, in a manner that ceased their chattering. Her eyes were kind and her features still as she spoke all appropriate words and elegant manners that she had been trained. Upon their quieting, Persephone turned instead to the other occupants of the room and spotted them to be but one, accompanied by her own servants as Persephone was by hers.
"Lady Hebe..." Persephone offered in a tone of soft welcome. For the girl was a retainer of her sister and Persephone knew her well. "Not on an errand for my sister, I hope." She offered with an air of amusement. "For I could have saved you the journey..."
Hebe had been surprised when her parents had presented her with a jewelry set featuring sapphires, rubies, emeralds, amethysts, and topazes that had once belonged to her great-grandmother. Her fourteenth birthday was still several months away and she had not done anything especially impressing except becoming Princess Emilia’s lady-in-waiting about six months ago. Maybe bringing a bit more influence to her family was what they were rewarding her for, or maybe her sisters had also been given the family heirlooms that they fancied the most.
She planned on wearing the set to her next court session. Though she already had several gowns that would go well with it, she wanted to have one specially made to wear with it. And so on the first day that she was given to do as she pleased, she went to her favorite fabric store, accompanied by her usual entourage of servants and guards.
Hebe enjoyed feeling important and she adored people catering to her, which was exactly what the owner and his wife did when she skipped through the door. Usually fabrics were brought to the manor for the Antonis sisters to choose from. By the way the old couple treated her, she gathered that it was rare for members of the Athenian royal families to visit the establishment.
After showing them the necklace she had brought with her, they hurried around the shop, bringing jewel-toned silks to an empty table and placing them side by side so that she could peruse them closely. Some were plain and some were shot through with metallic thread or embroidered. Hebe naturally gravitated to the ones in her favorite color … red. After years of being told that she was too young to wear vivid colors, she had finally been given permission to do so, and she could hardly wait to wear a red chiton to court events.
She held the necklace against each fabric on the table, not just the red ones. Sunlight sparkled on the precious gems and the small round diamonds that separated them. They looked good with every hue, so perhaps she would buy several pieces and have them fashioned into chitons, peploi, and himations that could be mixed and matched according to her whims. She would have an entire wardrobe that would show the jewelry set off to perfection.
While pondering which ones to choose, she heard a commotion outside but didn’t pay much attention to it. The door opened and the shopkeepers both looked shocked for a moment and then fell into a deep bow and curtsy to whomever had just entered. Had Princess Emilia decided to join her on this shopping excursion? No, it was her sister Persephone instead. Hebe curtsied briefly and then smiled at the princess. She saw her quite often around the palati and they spoke together every now and then.
Hebe didn’t expect Persephone to join her but she was pleased that she did. “No, Your Highness, I’m here to buy fabric for myself.” She held up the necklace. “My parents gifted me with this. It’s part of a set that belonged to my great-grandmother. I’m trying to decide which of these fabrics go best with it. I don’t plan on buying just one, but several. Which ones do you like best?”
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Hebe had been surprised when her parents had presented her with a jewelry set featuring sapphires, rubies, emeralds, amethysts, and topazes that had once belonged to her great-grandmother. Her fourteenth birthday was still several months away and she had not done anything especially impressing except becoming Princess Emilia’s lady-in-waiting about six months ago. Maybe bringing a bit more influence to her family was what they were rewarding her for, or maybe her sisters had also been given the family heirlooms that they fancied the most.
She planned on wearing the set to her next court session. Though she already had several gowns that would go well with it, she wanted to have one specially made to wear with it. And so on the first day that she was given to do as she pleased, she went to her favorite fabric store, accompanied by her usual entourage of servants and guards.
Hebe enjoyed feeling important and she adored people catering to her, which was exactly what the owner and his wife did when she skipped through the door. Usually fabrics were brought to the manor for the Antonis sisters to choose from. By the way the old couple treated her, she gathered that it was rare for members of the Athenian royal families to visit the establishment.
After showing them the necklace she had brought with her, they hurried around the shop, bringing jewel-toned silks to an empty table and placing them side by side so that she could peruse them closely. Some were plain and some were shot through with metallic thread or embroidered. Hebe naturally gravitated to the ones in her favorite color … red. After years of being told that she was too young to wear vivid colors, she had finally been given permission to do so, and she could hardly wait to wear a red chiton to court events.
She held the necklace against each fabric on the table, not just the red ones. Sunlight sparkled on the precious gems and the small round diamonds that separated them. They looked good with every hue, so perhaps she would buy several pieces and have them fashioned into chitons, peploi, and himations that could be mixed and matched according to her whims. She would have an entire wardrobe that would show the jewelry set off to perfection.
While pondering which ones to choose, she heard a commotion outside but didn’t pay much attention to it. The door opened and the shopkeepers both looked shocked for a moment and then fell into a deep bow and curtsy to whomever had just entered. Had Princess Emilia decided to join her on this shopping excursion? No, it was her sister Persephone instead. Hebe curtsied briefly and then smiled at the princess. She saw her quite often around the palati and they spoke together every now and then.
Hebe didn’t expect Persephone to join her but she was pleased that she did. “No, Your Highness, I’m here to buy fabric for myself.” She held up the necklace. “My parents gifted me with this. It’s part of a set that belonged to my great-grandmother. I’m trying to decide which of these fabrics go best with it. I don’t plan on buying just one, but several. Which ones do you like best?”
Hebe had been surprised when her parents had presented her with a jewelry set featuring sapphires, rubies, emeralds, amethysts, and topazes that had once belonged to her great-grandmother. Her fourteenth birthday was still several months away and she had not done anything especially impressing except becoming Princess Emilia’s lady-in-waiting about six months ago. Maybe bringing a bit more influence to her family was what they were rewarding her for, or maybe her sisters had also been given the family heirlooms that they fancied the most.
She planned on wearing the set to her next court session. Though she already had several gowns that would go well with it, she wanted to have one specially made to wear with it. And so on the first day that she was given to do as she pleased, she went to her favorite fabric store, accompanied by her usual entourage of servants and guards.
Hebe enjoyed feeling important and she adored people catering to her, which was exactly what the owner and his wife did when she skipped through the door. Usually fabrics were brought to the manor for the Antonis sisters to choose from. By the way the old couple treated her, she gathered that it was rare for members of the Athenian royal families to visit the establishment.
After showing them the necklace she had brought with her, they hurried around the shop, bringing jewel-toned silks to an empty table and placing them side by side so that she could peruse them closely. Some were plain and some were shot through with metallic thread or embroidered. Hebe naturally gravitated to the ones in her favorite color … red. After years of being told that she was too young to wear vivid colors, she had finally been given permission to do so, and she could hardly wait to wear a red chiton to court events.
She held the necklace against each fabric on the table, not just the red ones. Sunlight sparkled on the precious gems and the small round diamonds that separated them. They looked good with every hue, so perhaps she would buy several pieces and have them fashioned into chitons, peploi, and himations that could be mixed and matched according to her whims. She would have an entire wardrobe that would show the jewelry set off to perfection.
While pondering which ones to choose, she heard a commotion outside but didn’t pay much attention to it. The door opened and the shopkeepers both looked shocked for a moment and then fell into a deep bow and curtsy to whomever had just entered. Had Princess Emilia decided to join her on this shopping excursion? No, it was her sister Persephone instead. Hebe curtsied briefly and then smiled at the princess. She saw her quite often around the palati and they spoke together every now and then.
Hebe didn’t expect Persephone to join her but she was pleased that she did. “No, Your Highness, I’m here to buy fabric for myself.” She held up the necklace. “My parents gifted me with this. It’s part of a set that belonged to my great-grandmother. I’m trying to decide which of these fabrics go best with it. I don’t plan on buying just one, but several. Which ones do you like best?”
Persephone smiled at the Lady Hebe's enthusiasm at her sudden presence and approach. The young girl was perhaps the most perfect, or perhaps worst, choice for her little sister's retainer. For the young girl was so similar to Emilia in spirit. both were loving, open and friendly by nature, unafraid for the most part to be themselves and eager to take on the joy that simple things could bring to one's life and day. In some ways, this made her the finest of companions for Emilia and, Persephone guessed, fast friends. Yet, Emilia did not need further encouragement in the lightness with which she took her responsibilities.
Comforted by the fact that Emilia had other attendants that were older and more mature, Persephone had never refused or disallowed the choice of Hebe for Emilia's companion and so was easy in her smile and honest in her affection of the girl, seeing her within the fabric store. Whilst the girl's duties had her at the palace regularly and Persephone had spoken with her there on several occasions, it was most often in reference to Emilia - her day, her activities and her plans. She would speak with Hebe if she saw her, welcome her, be friendly to her and enquire as to whether or not the younger princess had all that she needed for the day ahead or had enjoyed the hours if they had already passed. Rarely, did she have the opportunity to speak with Hebe about her own life and her own enjoyments.
As such, when Hebe mentioned about attending the store for her own benefit rather than that of the princess she tended to, Persephone's smile brightened and her expression turned interested. She walked with Hebe the step towards the table where reels of satin and silk were draped across its surface. In the young lady's hands lay the necklace she spoke of, as she offered it out for Persephone to appraise.
"If I may..." Persephone enquired, holding her hands out to take the piece. As was her right as a princess, Hebe couldn't refuse the request but she was polite enough to make it one nonetheless.
When the gift was placed into her hands, she lifted it to inspect it closely, the difference in their heights marking that it had been impossible for her to assess it properly without taking hold of the piece. Her eyes were focused as she stared carefully at the necklace and then offered it back to its owner with a look of much doting.
"It is exquisite." She insisted with a soft and respectful nod. "Your predecessor had fine taste, Lady Hebe."
She then turned her attentions to the silks over the surface before them and touched a few for the feel, shifting them to see how the light reflected the more shining pieces.
When the lady asked for her opinion, Persephone looked upon her with a soft smile of chagrin.
"I fear I have no inherited the skilful style of my sister, Lady Hebe, but I'll offer what advice I can..." She looked upon the silks, her brows drawing down a little in concentration.
"I think it may depend on your purpose of dress..." She murmured, as if to herself but loud enough that her companion would hear. She touched a finger to the necklace Hebe held once more, the tip of her digit upon one of the larger jewels. "If you were wanting the necklace to be an accompaniment to the gown, something in emerald or malachite - perhaps ruby - to work with the jewels themselves would make the piece a fine addition to an ensemble." She stated, following the rules that her own, older and wiser retainers, had once given her in regards to dressing for Court." Yet, if you were wanting the necklace to be the focus, not the addition to your raiment, I would suggest a muted gold." She turned her hand to one of the pieces that was close to the shade she was speaking of. "It is the shade of the metal that holds the jewels and will ensure that the bright colour of the stones are the focal point of your attire." She turned to smile upon the girl. "Do you not think?"
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Persephone smiled at the Lady Hebe's enthusiasm at her sudden presence and approach. The young girl was perhaps the most perfect, or perhaps worst, choice for her little sister's retainer. For the young girl was so similar to Emilia in spirit. both were loving, open and friendly by nature, unafraid for the most part to be themselves and eager to take on the joy that simple things could bring to one's life and day. In some ways, this made her the finest of companions for Emilia and, Persephone guessed, fast friends. Yet, Emilia did not need further encouragement in the lightness with which she took her responsibilities.
Comforted by the fact that Emilia had other attendants that were older and more mature, Persephone had never refused or disallowed the choice of Hebe for Emilia's companion and so was easy in her smile and honest in her affection of the girl, seeing her within the fabric store. Whilst the girl's duties had her at the palace regularly and Persephone had spoken with her there on several occasions, it was most often in reference to Emilia - her day, her activities and her plans. She would speak with Hebe if she saw her, welcome her, be friendly to her and enquire as to whether or not the younger princess had all that she needed for the day ahead or had enjoyed the hours if they had already passed. Rarely, did she have the opportunity to speak with Hebe about her own life and her own enjoyments.
As such, when Hebe mentioned about attending the store for her own benefit rather than that of the princess she tended to, Persephone's smile brightened and her expression turned interested. She walked with Hebe the step towards the table where reels of satin and silk were draped across its surface. In the young lady's hands lay the necklace she spoke of, as she offered it out for Persephone to appraise.
"If I may..." Persephone enquired, holding her hands out to take the piece. As was her right as a princess, Hebe couldn't refuse the request but she was polite enough to make it one nonetheless.
When the gift was placed into her hands, she lifted it to inspect it closely, the difference in their heights marking that it had been impossible for her to assess it properly without taking hold of the piece. Her eyes were focused as she stared carefully at the necklace and then offered it back to its owner with a look of much doting.
"It is exquisite." She insisted with a soft and respectful nod. "Your predecessor had fine taste, Lady Hebe."
She then turned her attentions to the silks over the surface before them and touched a few for the feel, shifting them to see how the light reflected the more shining pieces.
When the lady asked for her opinion, Persephone looked upon her with a soft smile of chagrin.
"I fear I have no inherited the skilful style of my sister, Lady Hebe, but I'll offer what advice I can..." She looked upon the silks, her brows drawing down a little in concentration.
"I think it may depend on your purpose of dress..." She murmured, as if to herself but loud enough that her companion would hear. She touched a finger to the necklace Hebe held once more, the tip of her digit upon one of the larger jewels. "If you were wanting the necklace to be an accompaniment to the gown, something in emerald or malachite - perhaps ruby - to work with the jewels themselves would make the piece a fine addition to an ensemble." She stated, following the rules that her own, older and wiser retainers, had once given her in regards to dressing for Court." Yet, if you were wanting the necklace to be the focus, not the addition to your raiment, I would suggest a muted gold." She turned her hand to one of the pieces that was close to the shade she was speaking of. "It is the shade of the metal that holds the jewels and will ensure that the bright colour of the stones are the focal point of your attire." She turned to smile upon the girl. "Do you not think?"
Persephone smiled at the Lady Hebe's enthusiasm at her sudden presence and approach. The young girl was perhaps the most perfect, or perhaps worst, choice for her little sister's retainer. For the young girl was so similar to Emilia in spirit. both were loving, open and friendly by nature, unafraid for the most part to be themselves and eager to take on the joy that simple things could bring to one's life and day. In some ways, this made her the finest of companions for Emilia and, Persephone guessed, fast friends. Yet, Emilia did not need further encouragement in the lightness with which she took her responsibilities.
Comforted by the fact that Emilia had other attendants that were older and more mature, Persephone had never refused or disallowed the choice of Hebe for Emilia's companion and so was easy in her smile and honest in her affection of the girl, seeing her within the fabric store. Whilst the girl's duties had her at the palace regularly and Persephone had spoken with her there on several occasions, it was most often in reference to Emilia - her day, her activities and her plans. She would speak with Hebe if she saw her, welcome her, be friendly to her and enquire as to whether or not the younger princess had all that she needed for the day ahead or had enjoyed the hours if they had already passed. Rarely, did she have the opportunity to speak with Hebe about her own life and her own enjoyments.
As such, when Hebe mentioned about attending the store for her own benefit rather than that of the princess she tended to, Persephone's smile brightened and her expression turned interested. She walked with Hebe the step towards the table where reels of satin and silk were draped across its surface. In the young lady's hands lay the necklace she spoke of, as she offered it out for Persephone to appraise.
"If I may..." Persephone enquired, holding her hands out to take the piece. As was her right as a princess, Hebe couldn't refuse the request but she was polite enough to make it one nonetheless.
When the gift was placed into her hands, she lifted it to inspect it closely, the difference in their heights marking that it had been impossible for her to assess it properly without taking hold of the piece. Her eyes were focused as she stared carefully at the necklace and then offered it back to its owner with a look of much doting.
"It is exquisite." She insisted with a soft and respectful nod. "Your predecessor had fine taste, Lady Hebe."
She then turned her attentions to the silks over the surface before them and touched a few for the feel, shifting them to see how the light reflected the more shining pieces.
When the lady asked for her opinion, Persephone looked upon her with a soft smile of chagrin.
"I fear I have no inherited the skilful style of my sister, Lady Hebe, but I'll offer what advice I can..." She looked upon the silks, her brows drawing down a little in concentration.
"I think it may depend on your purpose of dress..." She murmured, as if to herself but loud enough that her companion would hear. She touched a finger to the necklace Hebe held once more, the tip of her digit upon one of the larger jewels. "If you were wanting the necklace to be an accompaniment to the gown, something in emerald or malachite - perhaps ruby - to work with the jewels themselves would make the piece a fine addition to an ensemble." She stated, following the rules that her own, older and wiser retainers, had once given her in regards to dressing for Court." Yet, if you were wanting the necklace to be the focus, not the addition to your raiment, I would suggest a muted gold." She turned her hand to one of the pieces that was close to the shade she was speaking of. "It is the shade of the metal that holds the jewels and will ensure that the bright colour of the stones are the focal point of your attire." She turned to smile upon the girl. "Do you not think?"
After she had admitted that she had not been sent to the fabric store by Emilia, Hebe worried that Princess Persephone would disapprove and might even accuse her of neglecting her mistress. It was possible that she was not aware of the agreement that had been made between their fathers ... that Hebe would live at the palace two weeks of every month and the other two would be spent at home. She was a couple of years younger than Emilia and had not yet completed her education. She could be tutored at the palace, of course, but studying would interfere with attending the princess and her parents knew how frustrating she found her lessons. The arrangement was perfect for the young girl’s temperament.
She adored serving Emilia and didn’t want to do anything that would get her dismissed. The two were quite alike, shared many of the same interests, and had become close friends. It was also exciting to live in the palace. Hebe had a lovely set of rooms and in her free time, she often went exploring or wandered through the garden. She met all kinds of people who had business there and there was never time to be bored. And she was allowed to attend court events earlier than most girls because of her position as the princess’ lady-in-waiting. The only bad part about living at the palace was that she couldn't bring Helios with her.
Luckily for her, Persephone either knew of her schedule or didn’t mind her taking some time off. All ladies-in-waiting were given some free days to themselves anyway. When the princess asked to see the necklace, Hebe handed it over, not because she had to but because she was proud of her family heirloom. Persephone saw the beauty in it and the young girl beamed. “Thank you, Your Highness. I was surprised that they entrusted it to me and not to one of my older sisters. I will take very good care of it so that I can wear it when I’m grown up too.”
Perhaps it had been a bit presumptuous to ask Persephone for advice. One of her tutors had once told her that one should never ask questions of royalty. She asked Emilia questions all the time, and not just about what she wanted to do that day or if there was anything she could get for her. The princess had slaves to dress her and do her hair; Hebe was more of a companion.
Emilia’s sister was not put off by her question. It seemed as if she enjoyed matching fabrics to the glittering necklace. “I plan to wear it to my first ball,” she said. Perhaps that was why her parents had given her the set, knowing that, due to her position, she would be seen as a representative of the Antonis family. She needed to convey their wealth and status by what she wore. They had four daughters to marry off, after all.
Oh. Where she planned on wearing it was not what Persephone meant. She wanted to know how she wished the jewelry to be perceived. Hebe had not considered that aspect of choosing a new chiton. Both options held their own appeal. The muted gold shade that the princess indicated really did make the bright gemstones stand out, and the color was quite beautiful on its own. “Yes, I see what you mean. I will definitely be buying this fabric." She gently ran her fingers over it. "I’ll be wearing it more than once, so I would also like it to emphasize another outfit. What color do you think would be best, one that also accentuates my hair and skin tone? I love bright colors, but I don’t want to look washed out.”
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After she had admitted that she had not been sent to the fabric store by Emilia, Hebe worried that Princess Persephone would disapprove and might even accuse her of neglecting her mistress. It was possible that she was not aware of the agreement that had been made between their fathers ... that Hebe would live at the palace two weeks of every month and the other two would be spent at home. She was a couple of years younger than Emilia and had not yet completed her education. She could be tutored at the palace, of course, but studying would interfere with attending the princess and her parents knew how frustrating she found her lessons. The arrangement was perfect for the young girl’s temperament.
She adored serving Emilia and didn’t want to do anything that would get her dismissed. The two were quite alike, shared many of the same interests, and had become close friends. It was also exciting to live in the palace. Hebe had a lovely set of rooms and in her free time, she often went exploring or wandered through the garden. She met all kinds of people who had business there and there was never time to be bored. And she was allowed to attend court events earlier than most girls because of her position as the princess’ lady-in-waiting. The only bad part about living at the palace was that she couldn't bring Helios with her.
Luckily for her, Persephone either knew of her schedule or didn’t mind her taking some time off. All ladies-in-waiting were given some free days to themselves anyway. When the princess asked to see the necklace, Hebe handed it over, not because she had to but because she was proud of her family heirloom. Persephone saw the beauty in it and the young girl beamed. “Thank you, Your Highness. I was surprised that they entrusted it to me and not to one of my older sisters. I will take very good care of it so that I can wear it when I’m grown up too.”
Perhaps it had been a bit presumptuous to ask Persephone for advice. One of her tutors had once told her that one should never ask questions of royalty. She asked Emilia questions all the time, and not just about what she wanted to do that day or if there was anything she could get for her. The princess had slaves to dress her and do her hair; Hebe was more of a companion.
Emilia’s sister was not put off by her question. It seemed as if she enjoyed matching fabrics to the glittering necklace. “I plan to wear it to my first ball,” she said. Perhaps that was why her parents had given her the set, knowing that, due to her position, she would be seen as a representative of the Antonis family. She needed to convey their wealth and status by what she wore. They had four daughters to marry off, after all.
Oh. Where she planned on wearing it was not what Persephone meant. She wanted to know how she wished the jewelry to be perceived. Hebe had not considered that aspect of choosing a new chiton. Both options held their own appeal. The muted gold shade that the princess indicated really did make the bright gemstones stand out, and the color was quite beautiful on its own. “Yes, I see what you mean. I will definitely be buying this fabric." She gently ran her fingers over it. "I’ll be wearing it more than once, so I would also like it to emphasize another outfit. What color do you think would be best, one that also accentuates my hair and skin tone? I love bright colors, but I don’t want to look washed out.”
After she had admitted that she had not been sent to the fabric store by Emilia, Hebe worried that Princess Persephone would disapprove and might even accuse her of neglecting her mistress. It was possible that she was not aware of the agreement that had been made between their fathers ... that Hebe would live at the palace two weeks of every month and the other two would be spent at home. She was a couple of years younger than Emilia and had not yet completed her education. She could be tutored at the palace, of course, but studying would interfere with attending the princess and her parents knew how frustrating she found her lessons. The arrangement was perfect for the young girl’s temperament.
She adored serving Emilia and didn’t want to do anything that would get her dismissed. The two were quite alike, shared many of the same interests, and had become close friends. It was also exciting to live in the palace. Hebe had a lovely set of rooms and in her free time, she often went exploring or wandered through the garden. She met all kinds of people who had business there and there was never time to be bored. And she was allowed to attend court events earlier than most girls because of her position as the princess’ lady-in-waiting. The only bad part about living at the palace was that she couldn't bring Helios with her.
Luckily for her, Persephone either knew of her schedule or didn’t mind her taking some time off. All ladies-in-waiting were given some free days to themselves anyway. When the princess asked to see the necklace, Hebe handed it over, not because she had to but because she was proud of her family heirloom. Persephone saw the beauty in it and the young girl beamed. “Thank you, Your Highness. I was surprised that they entrusted it to me and not to one of my older sisters. I will take very good care of it so that I can wear it when I’m grown up too.”
Perhaps it had been a bit presumptuous to ask Persephone for advice. One of her tutors had once told her that one should never ask questions of royalty. She asked Emilia questions all the time, and not just about what she wanted to do that day or if there was anything she could get for her. The princess had slaves to dress her and do her hair; Hebe was more of a companion.
Emilia’s sister was not put off by her question. It seemed as if she enjoyed matching fabrics to the glittering necklace. “I plan to wear it to my first ball,” she said. Perhaps that was why her parents had given her the set, knowing that, due to her position, she would be seen as a representative of the Antonis family. She needed to convey their wealth and status by what she wore. They had four daughters to marry off, after all.
Oh. Where she planned on wearing it was not what Persephone meant. She wanted to know how she wished the jewelry to be perceived. Hebe had not considered that aspect of choosing a new chiton. Both options held their own appeal. The muted gold shade that the princess indicated really did make the bright gemstones stand out, and the color was quite beautiful on its own. “Yes, I see what you mean. I will definitely be buying this fabric." She gently ran her fingers over it. "I’ll be wearing it more than once, so I would also like it to emphasize another outfit. What color do you think would be best, one that also accentuates my hair and skin tone? I love bright colors, but I don’t want to look washed out.”
Persephone watched as the measurement of necklace to fabric had the Lady Hebe's eyes widening in realisation. As she came to the understanding that Persephone was talking of the manner of displaying the jewellery rather than the location of the event in question, she seemed a little flushed with embarrassment and quickly hurried to correct the mistake. Persephone ignored the first comment, not wishing to draw attention to it and humiliate Hebe any further. Instead, she smiled encouragingly as the young girl spoke of how she understood what Persephone meant and was determined to purchase the fabric at her recommendation.
The young girl then turned to consider other colours. She spoke of how she liked bright colours and wished to find one that would work with her skin tone. How it would ensure that she didn't look washed out. Persephone's features morphed into a delicate expression of thought as she surveyed the options on hand.
She glanced towards the store owners.
"Do you have a fine blue perchance?" She asked them. "Something cerulean or the tone of aquamarine?"
The older couple looked startled to be addressed by Persephone so particularly and hurried to answer, tripping over their own tongues in the process.
'Y-yes but of course, Your Highness. I shall fetch it right now...' Said the husband of the couple, hurrying away through a doorway in the back in order to scour the stockroom that was likely kept behind closed doors.
Persephone turned to Hebe.
"Blue might not work with that particular necklace but it will compliment your eyes and skin tone. Not to mention, Antonis has such a fine colour in its shield. It would be a shame not to use it...?"
She continued to look over the other strips of fabric to see about one that would match the effect that Hebe held in her hands and was quick to pick out a bright red colour. Perhaps a little bold for the young girl now, it would be a fine addition to any wardrobe at a later date. Provided it wasn't a wedding, because of course the bride was often dressed in red - the colour of good fortune.
"Perhaps this would suit the necklace?" She offered the girl. "And I would not be concerned about being washed out. Once you are of an age that you can wear this, you'll find a plethora of other options at your fingertips. Powders and paints that will help to emphasise your features and ensure that they aren't lost among the brightness of the material..."
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Persephone watched as the measurement of necklace to fabric had the Lady Hebe's eyes widening in realisation. As she came to the understanding that Persephone was talking of the manner of displaying the jewellery rather than the location of the event in question, she seemed a little flushed with embarrassment and quickly hurried to correct the mistake. Persephone ignored the first comment, not wishing to draw attention to it and humiliate Hebe any further. Instead, she smiled encouragingly as the young girl spoke of how she understood what Persephone meant and was determined to purchase the fabric at her recommendation.
The young girl then turned to consider other colours. She spoke of how she liked bright colours and wished to find one that would work with her skin tone. How it would ensure that she didn't look washed out. Persephone's features morphed into a delicate expression of thought as she surveyed the options on hand.
She glanced towards the store owners.
"Do you have a fine blue perchance?" She asked them. "Something cerulean or the tone of aquamarine?"
The older couple looked startled to be addressed by Persephone so particularly and hurried to answer, tripping over their own tongues in the process.
'Y-yes but of course, Your Highness. I shall fetch it right now...' Said the husband of the couple, hurrying away through a doorway in the back in order to scour the stockroom that was likely kept behind closed doors.
Persephone turned to Hebe.
"Blue might not work with that particular necklace but it will compliment your eyes and skin tone. Not to mention, Antonis has such a fine colour in its shield. It would be a shame not to use it...?"
She continued to look over the other strips of fabric to see about one that would match the effect that Hebe held in her hands and was quick to pick out a bright red colour. Perhaps a little bold for the young girl now, it would be a fine addition to any wardrobe at a later date. Provided it wasn't a wedding, because of course the bride was often dressed in red - the colour of good fortune.
"Perhaps this would suit the necklace?" She offered the girl. "And I would not be concerned about being washed out. Once you are of an age that you can wear this, you'll find a plethora of other options at your fingertips. Powders and paints that will help to emphasise your features and ensure that they aren't lost among the brightness of the material..."
Persephone watched as the measurement of necklace to fabric had the Lady Hebe's eyes widening in realisation. As she came to the understanding that Persephone was talking of the manner of displaying the jewellery rather than the location of the event in question, she seemed a little flushed with embarrassment and quickly hurried to correct the mistake. Persephone ignored the first comment, not wishing to draw attention to it and humiliate Hebe any further. Instead, she smiled encouragingly as the young girl spoke of how she understood what Persephone meant and was determined to purchase the fabric at her recommendation.
The young girl then turned to consider other colours. She spoke of how she liked bright colours and wished to find one that would work with her skin tone. How it would ensure that she didn't look washed out. Persephone's features morphed into a delicate expression of thought as she surveyed the options on hand.
She glanced towards the store owners.
"Do you have a fine blue perchance?" She asked them. "Something cerulean or the tone of aquamarine?"
The older couple looked startled to be addressed by Persephone so particularly and hurried to answer, tripping over their own tongues in the process.
'Y-yes but of course, Your Highness. I shall fetch it right now...' Said the husband of the couple, hurrying away through a doorway in the back in order to scour the stockroom that was likely kept behind closed doors.
Persephone turned to Hebe.
"Blue might not work with that particular necklace but it will compliment your eyes and skin tone. Not to mention, Antonis has such a fine colour in its shield. It would be a shame not to use it...?"
She continued to look over the other strips of fabric to see about one that would match the effect that Hebe held in her hands and was quick to pick out a bright red colour. Perhaps a little bold for the young girl now, it would be a fine addition to any wardrobe at a later date. Provided it wasn't a wedding, because of course the bride was often dressed in red - the colour of good fortune.
"Perhaps this would suit the necklace?" She offered the girl. "And I would not be concerned about being washed out. Once you are of an age that you can wear this, you'll find a plethora of other options at your fingertips. Powders and paints that will help to emphasise your features and ensure that they aren't lost among the brightness of the material..."
The store owners seemed shocked at being addressed by the princess. Hebe supposed she would be too if she was them. This might be the first time that a member of the royal family had stepped foot in their shop. Their fabrics were fine enough that they were probably called to the palati so that Persephone and Emilia could choose from their wares. Maybe they had been to the Antonis manor too. When merchandise was brought in, Hebe rarely even glanced at the merchants themselves. Maybe they had seen her before.
Blue. Why blue? She wore the color a lot since it was the one that represented her family, usually in pastel hues that suited her tender age. There was no reason she had to dress in that color all the time. The shades that Persephone named were familiar to her, one darker and one a bit more green than the blue of the Antonis shield. She wasn’t sure she wanted yet another blue chiton, but it wasn’t as if she could tell a princess that she didn’t like her choices.
Persephone was older and more sophisticated and probably knew what would look best on her. If blue complemented her coloring, was that why it had been chosen as the Antonis color? All of her sisters had brown hair, blue eyes, and fair skin too. Her cousin Vasia was blonde, but blue looked good with light hair too. No, that notion was silly. Maybe she would ask her father why blue was their family color. He would most likely know.
Hebe nodded to her question so that she wouldn’t accidentally give her own opinion. Princess Persephone turned back to the other fabrics on the table and selected a beautiful bright red. Hebe’s eyes lit up and she placed the necklace against it. “Oh yes, this color suits the necklace well. I will buy this one too.” She wrinkled her nose at the mention of makeup, not because she didn’t like it but because she wasn’t allowed to wear it until she was fourteen. Her birthday was less than six months away but it seemed to be taking forever to arrive.
The shopkeeper came out of the back room with an armload of material and a table to set it on. He bowed to the princess. “I will close the store while you’re here, Your Highness, so that you and your companion won’t be disturbed.”Pulling a key from his pocket, he locked the door and went back to join his wife.
Hebe had to admit that the different shades of blue he had brought were lovely. She picked up the edge of one bolt. The soft aquamarine fabric had been embroidered all over in a scale-like pattern with iridescent thread. “What do you think of this one, Your Highness? If I have it made into a chiton, everyone will think I’m a mermaid!”
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The store owners seemed shocked at being addressed by the princess. Hebe supposed she would be too if she was them. This might be the first time that a member of the royal family had stepped foot in their shop. Their fabrics were fine enough that they were probably called to the palati so that Persephone and Emilia could choose from their wares. Maybe they had been to the Antonis manor too. When merchandise was brought in, Hebe rarely even glanced at the merchants themselves. Maybe they had seen her before.
Blue. Why blue? She wore the color a lot since it was the one that represented her family, usually in pastel hues that suited her tender age. There was no reason she had to dress in that color all the time. The shades that Persephone named were familiar to her, one darker and one a bit more green than the blue of the Antonis shield. She wasn’t sure she wanted yet another blue chiton, but it wasn’t as if she could tell a princess that she didn’t like her choices.
Persephone was older and more sophisticated and probably knew what would look best on her. If blue complemented her coloring, was that why it had been chosen as the Antonis color? All of her sisters had brown hair, blue eyes, and fair skin too. Her cousin Vasia was blonde, but blue looked good with light hair too. No, that notion was silly. Maybe she would ask her father why blue was their family color. He would most likely know.
Hebe nodded to her question so that she wouldn’t accidentally give her own opinion. Princess Persephone turned back to the other fabrics on the table and selected a beautiful bright red. Hebe’s eyes lit up and she placed the necklace against it. “Oh yes, this color suits the necklace well. I will buy this one too.” She wrinkled her nose at the mention of makeup, not because she didn’t like it but because she wasn’t allowed to wear it until she was fourteen. Her birthday was less than six months away but it seemed to be taking forever to arrive.
The shopkeeper came out of the back room with an armload of material and a table to set it on. He bowed to the princess. “I will close the store while you’re here, Your Highness, so that you and your companion won’t be disturbed.”Pulling a key from his pocket, he locked the door and went back to join his wife.
Hebe had to admit that the different shades of blue he had brought were lovely. She picked up the edge of one bolt. The soft aquamarine fabric had been embroidered all over in a scale-like pattern with iridescent thread. “What do you think of this one, Your Highness? If I have it made into a chiton, everyone will think I’m a mermaid!”
The store owners seemed shocked at being addressed by the princess. Hebe supposed she would be too if she was them. This might be the first time that a member of the royal family had stepped foot in their shop. Their fabrics were fine enough that they were probably called to the palati so that Persephone and Emilia could choose from their wares. Maybe they had been to the Antonis manor too. When merchandise was brought in, Hebe rarely even glanced at the merchants themselves. Maybe they had seen her before.
Blue. Why blue? She wore the color a lot since it was the one that represented her family, usually in pastel hues that suited her tender age. There was no reason she had to dress in that color all the time. The shades that Persephone named were familiar to her, one darker and one a bit more green than the blue of the Antonis shield. She wasn’t sure she wanted yet another blue chiton, but it wasn’t as if she could tell a princess that she didn’t like her choices.
Persephone was older and more sophisticated and probably knew what would look best on her. If blue complemented her coloring, was that why it had been chosen as the Antonis color? All of her sisters had brown hair, blue eyes, and fair skin too. Her cousin Vasia was blonde, but blue looked good with light hair too. No, that notion was silly. Maybe she would ask her father why blue was their family color. He would most likely know.
Hebe nodded to her question so that she wouldn’t accidentally give her own opinion. Princess Persephone turned back to the other fabrics on the table and selected a beautiful bright red. Hebe’s eyes lit up and she placed the necklace against it. “Oh yes, this color suits the necklace well. I will buy this one too.” She wrinkled her nose at the mention of makeup, not because she didn’t like it but because she wasn’t allowed to wear it until she was fourteen. Her birthday was less than six months away but it seemed to be taking forever to arrive.
The shopkeeper came out of the back room with an armload of material and a table to set it on. He bowed to the princess. “I will close the store while you’re here, Your Highness, so that you and your companion won’t be disturbed.”Pulling a key from his pocket, he locked the door and went back to join his wife.
Hebe had to admit that the different shades of blue he had brought were lovely. She picked up the edge of one bolt. The soft aquamarine fabric had been embroidered all over in a scale-like pattern with iridescent thread. “What do you think of this one, Your Highness? If I have it made into a chiton, everyone will think I’m a mermaid!”