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It had been almost three months since he and Stephanos had joined the order. Three months of having given up the lifestyle he was accustomed to in order to serve under men who had little sympathy for their noble charges. His hair at least had grown back in, dense and dark and just beginning to curl at its lengths, a vast difference to the fuzz that he had been left with upon initiation into the order.
Much of his training had happened side by side with his cousin, and although the pair were not above sniping at one another, it had made the whole experience that much easier. As much as brother to him as Emilios was, Stephanos might have been a prince, but to the order there was no disparity in how he was treated, to the Order, the Mikaelidas blood and lineage meant nothing.
Which was how Achilleas found himself upon his knees on the streets of Vasiliadon, course brush in hand, attempting to slough away the dirt and dust that had built up over stone. It was an impossible task, but he was beginning to see that perhaps it was not the task itself that was important. It was how humbling it was. Much of what they had learned at the Order was concerned with stripping away any sense of entitlement. Vasiliadon did not belong to them, they belonged to Vasiliadon. It was all very noble and admirable, only right at that moment, Achilleas’ back was aching, his knees were raw and he was tired of what felt like wasting his time.
With a sigh, he dropped the brush back in the grimy pail of water beside him, pushed back to sit on his heels and braced his hands on his thighs. He was not even a third of a way down this street, and you could barely tell where he had been. As soon as the stones dried, the dust resettled and it was as if he hadn’t poured his sweat and effort into cleaning the damned things in the first place. Stephanos had warned him what a thankless task it was, but this, this was beyond even what he’d expected.
Taking a much needed drink from the waterskin he’d been furnished with, the Mikaelidas Lord tried to ignore the hollow feeling in his stomach and made a guess at what time it was...after midday surely? The sun felt hot enough. Instructed not to return until the day had edged into dusk, he wondered if anyone had ever slacked in this ritual and thought they must have done. Not that Achilleas would. No matter how dark his thoughts turned, he was not one to shirk a task, a trait grounded partly in a genuine desire to ‘do the right thing’ and then solidified by a rampant dislike for disappointing those around him. No, he would set aside his discontent and just get on with the work, no matter what.
He was pondering the ways in one which one could escape the tedium of it as he went on, when as he heaved the pail of water forward, some of it sloshed out and ran down the stones in a dirty stream, splitting into two where it unfortunately met some poor souls sandals. The young Lord frowned in dismay, the apology offered before he’d even lifted his gaze to see who the feet belonged to.
“Forgive me my Lo…” And then he abruptly bit off the words to be replaced with a slightly less contrite “Oh.It’s you”
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It had been almost three months since he and Stephanos had joined the order. Three months of having given up the lifestyle he was accustomed to in order to serve under men who had little sympathy for their noble charges. His hair at least had grown back in, dense and dark and just beginning to curl at its lengths, a vast difference to the fuzz that he had been left with upon initiation into the order.
Much of his training had happened side by side with his cousin, and although the pair were not above sniping at one another, it had made the whole experience that much easier. As much as brother to him as Emilios was, Stephanos might have been a prince, but to the order there was no disparity in how he was treated, to the Order, the Mikaelidas blood and lineage meant nothing.
Which was how Achilleas found himself upon his knees on the streets of Vasiliadon, course brush in hand, attempting to slough away the dirt and dust that had built up over stone. It was an impossible task, but he was beginning to see that perhaps it was not the task itself that was important. It was how humbling it was. Much of what they had learned at the Order was concerned with stripping away any sense of entitlement. Vasiliadon did not belong to them, they belonged to Vasiliadon. It was all very noble and admirable, only right at that moment, Achilleas’ back was aching, his knees were raw and he was tired of what felt like wasting his time.
With a sigh, he dropped the brush back in the grimy pail of water beside him, pushed back to sit on his heels and braced his hands on his thighs. He was not even a third of a way down this street, and you could barely tell where he had been. As soon as the stones dried, the dust resettled and it was as if he hadn’t poured his sweat and effort into cleaning the damned things in the first place. Stephanos had warned him what a thankless task it was, but this, this was beyond even what he’d expected.
Taking a much needed drink from the waterskin he’d been furnished with, the Mikaelidas Lord tried to ignore the hollow feeling in his stomach and made a guess at what time it was...after midday surely? The sun felt hot enough. Instructed not to return until the day had edged into dusk, he wondered if anyone had ever slacked in this ritual and thought they must have done. Not that Achilleas would. No matter how dark his thoughts turned, he was not one to shirk a task, a trait grounded partly in a genuine desire to ‘do the right thing’ and then solidified by a rampant dislike for disappointing those around him. No, he would set aside his discontent and just get on with the work, no matter what.
He was pondering the ways in one which one could escape the tedium of it as he went on, when as he heaved the pail of water forward, some of it sloshed out and ran down the stones in a dirty stream, splitting into two where it unfortunately met some poor souls sandals. The young Lord frowned in dismay, the apology offered before he’d even lifted his gaze to see who the feet belonged to.
“Forgive me my Lo…” And then he abruptly bit off the words to be replaced with a slightly less contrite “Oh.It’s you”
It had been almost three months since he and Stephanos had joined the order. Three months of having given up the lifestyle he was accustomed to in order to serve under men who had little sympathy for their noble charges. His hair at least had grown back in, dense and dark and just beginning to curl at its lengths, a vast difference to the fuzz that he had been left with upon initiation into the order.
Much of his training had happened side by side with his cousin, and although the pair were not above sniping at one another, it had made the whole experience that much easier. As much as brother to him as Emilios was, Stephanos might have been a prince, but to the order there was no disparity in how he was treated, to the Order, the Mikaelidas blood and lineage meant nothing.
Which was how Achilleas found himself upon his knees on the streets of Vasiliadon, course brush in hand, attempting to slough away the dirt and dust that had built up over stone. It was an impossible task, but he was beginning to see that perhaps it was not the task itself that was important. It was how humbling it was. Much of what they had learned at the Order was concerned with stripping away any sense of entitlement. Vasiliadon did not belong to them, they belonged to Vasiliadon. It was all very noble and admirable, only right at that moment, Achilleas’ back was aching, his knees were raw and he was tired of what felt like wasting his time.
With a sigh, he dropped the brush back in the grimy pail of water beside him, pushed back to sit on his heels and braced his hands on his thighs. He was not even a third of a way down this street, and you could barely tell where he had been. As soon as the stones dried, the dust resettled and it was as if he hadn’t poured his sweat and effort into cleaning the damned things in the first place. Stephanos had warned him what a thankless task it was, but this, this was beyond even what he’d expected.
Taking a much needed drink from the waterskin he’d been furnished with, the Mikaelidas Lord tried to ignore the hollow feeling in his stomach and made a guess at what time it was...after midday surely? The sun felt hot enough. Instructed not to return until the day had edged into dusk, he wondered if anyone had ever slacked in this ritual and thought they must have done. Not that Achilleas would. No matter how dark his thoughts turned, he was not one to shirk a task, a trait grounded partly in a genuine desire to ‘do the right thing’ and then solidified by a rampant dislike for disappointing those around him. No, he would set aside his discontent and just get on with the work, no matter what.
He was pondering the ways in one which one could escape the tedium of it as he went on, when as he heaved the pail of water forward, some of it sloshed out and ran down the stones in a dirty stream, splitting into two where it unfortunately met some poor souls sandals. The young Lord frowned in dismay, the apology offered before he’d even lifted his gaze to see who the feet belonged to.
“Forgive me my Lo…” And then he abruptly bit off the words to be replaced with a slightly less contrite “Oh.It’s you”
Nikos of Condos was a haughty and over confident young lord. And at the age of thirteen, a baron in his own right, he felt he had every right to be as he was. His friends hung on his every word, girls were beginning to notice him, and his ever charming smile got him out of more trouble than not with his elders.
NIkos should have been at the Condos estate tending to his studies. But how could he rightly do that when the marvelous city of Vasiliadon beckoned to him. He wanted - needed - to be out exploring. Talking to new people. So he’d snuck out that morning, leaving his tutor and his retainers behind so that he might go down to the market place and see what fun he might have. He’d spent hours looking at all the things the merchants had to offer, from herbs to glass ware to little carved trinkets. He bought a wonderful little carved rose the merchant had painted to look more real. A gift for his mother, which now resided in a pouch on his belt.
Nikos was headed home now, but was in no rush as he knew he’d be getting a lecture from his father, Nikolias, upon his return for shirking his studies. Nikos saw the man scrubbing away at the stones of the street, but paid him little heed. Until he felt the dirty water wetting his feet. He stopped, peered down at his feet with disgust, and looked back up as the man stood and began to offer an apology. Until the man recognized him. It was not just anyone scrubbing those stones. It was none other than his cousin, Achilleas Mikaelidas. The young Condos narrowed his eyes momentarily. He’d always disliked this one. As far back as he could remember. He wasn’t entirely sure why, the two just had never gotten along. Perhaps something happened between them in Nikos’ early childhood, before a time that he could make lasting memories. ”You should finish that apology. I am a baron now, and deserve such respect,” the ever prideful young Condos lord retorted.
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Nikos of Condos was a haughty and over confident young lord. And at the age of thirteen, a baron in his own right, he felt he had every right to be as he was. His friends hung on his every word, girls were beginning to notice him, and his ever charming smile got him out of more trouble than not with his elders.
NIkos should have been at the Condos estate tending to his studies. But how could he rightly do that when the marvelous city of Vasiliadon beckoned to him. He wanted - needed - to be out exploring. Talking to new people. So he’d snuck out that morning, leaving his tutor and his retainers behind so that he might go down to the market place and see what fun he might have. He’d spent hours looking at all the things the merchants had to offer, from herbs to glass ware to little carved trinkets. He bought a wonderful little carved rose the merchant had painted to look more real. A gift for his mother, which now resided in a pouch on his belt.
Nikos was headed home now, but was in no rush as he knew he’d be getting a lecture from his father, Nikolias, upon his return for shirking his studies. Nikos saw the man scrubbing away at the stones of the street, but paid him little heed. Until he felt the dirty water wetting his feet. He stopped, peered down at his feet with disgust, and looked back up as the man stood and began to offer an apology. Until the man recognized him. It was not just anyone scrubbing those stones. It was none other than his cousin, Achilleas Mikaelidas. The young Condos narrowed his eyes momentarily. He’d always disliked this one. As far back as he could remember. He wasn’t entirely sure why, the two just had never gotten along. Perhaps something happened between them in Nikos’ early childhood, before a time that he could make lasting memories. ”You should finish that apology. I am a baron now, and deserve such respect,” the ever prideful young Condos lord retorted.
Nikos of Condos was a haughty and over confident young lord. And at the age of thirteen, a baron in his own right, he felt he had every right to be as he was. His friends hung on his every word, girls were beginning to notice him, and his ever charming smile got him out of more trouble than not with his elders.
NIkos should have been at the Condos estate tending to his studies. But how could he rightly do that when the marvelous city of Vasiliadon beckoned to him. He wanted - needed - to be out exploring. Talking to new people. So he’d snuck out that morning, leaving his tutor and his retainers behind so that he might go down to the market place and see what fun he might have. He’d spent hours looking at all the things the merchants had to offer, from herbs to glass ware to little carved trinkets. He bought a wonderful little carved rose the merchant had painted to look more real. A gift for his mother, which now resided in a pouch on his belt.
Nikos was headed home now, but was in no rush as he knew he’d be getting a lecture from his father, Nikolias, upon his return for shirking his studies. Nikos saw the man scrubbing away at the stones of the street, but paid him little heed. Until he felt the dirty water wetting his feet. He stopped, peered down at his feet with disgust, and looked back up as the man stood and began to offer an apology. Until the man recognized him. It was not just anyone scrubbing those stones. It was none other than his cousin, Achilleas Mikaelidas. The young Condos narrowed his eyes momentarily. He’d always disliked this one. As far back as he could remember. He wasn’t entirely sure why, the two just had never gotten along. Perhaps something happened between them in Nikos’ early childhood, before a time that he could make lasting memories. ”You should finish that apology. I am a baron now, and deserve such respect,” the ever prideful young Condos lord retorted.
Achilleas pushed up off his hands, ignoring the tightness in his back and shoulders as he tilted his gaze up at Nikos of Condos. The boy was his younger by a few years, similar in age to Emilios and there was little Achilleas would claim to have in common with the heir to House Condos. The boy seemed coddled and precocious, an opinion he did nothing to revert as he piped up in a voice still high and reedy with youth.
‘You should finish that apology. I am a baron now, and deserve such respect’
Setting his teeth, Achilleas had to bite his tongue to prevent himself pointing out that he was a baron too, and that Nikos should drop the supercilious tone from his voice. But though galling, there was some truth in the boy’s words, at least for the purpose of this little exercise with the Order, and so the Mikaelidas Lord took a breath before he ground out the “Sorry” that Nikos seemed so intent on receiving. It was clipped and hardly apologetic, but there nonetheless.
He didn’t want to engage in conversation with the Condos boy, and so made a point of averting his gaze and going back to the thankless task of scrubbing the stone, trying to ignore the sting in his pride and reminding himself that was the point. Blood meant nothing, it was the good of the city above all. He understood the principle of it, he thought, and though he could not claim to enjoy the humbling tasks they had been asked to do, Achilleas had complained too much. Not as much as Stephanos at least.
The sentiment was easier to ascribe to though when he couldn’t feel the gaze of one of his peers upon him if Nikos could really be considered so. In birth perhaps, though not in character he decided and Achilleas found himself willing the boy to just move on already. He wouldn’t put it past him to lord it up a little, given the opportunity. Maybe he just needed a little nudge upon his way.
“Haven’t you got somewhere to be?” he asked without looking up when the sandalled feet in his periphery did not move. “As a baron?”
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Achilleas pushed up off his hands, ignoring the tightness in his back and shoulders as he tilted his gaze up at Nikos of Condos. The boy was his younger by a few years, similar in age to Emilios and there was little Achilleas would claim to have in common with the heir to House Condos. The boy seemed coddled and precocious, an opinion he did nothing to revert as he piped up in a voice still high and reedy with youth.
‘You should finish that apology. I am a baron now, and deserve such respect’
Setting his teeth, Achilleas had to bite his tongue to prevent himself pointing out that he was a baron too, and that Nikos should drop the supercilious tone from his voice. But though galling, there was some truth in the boy’s words, at least for the purpose of this little exercise with the Order, and so the Mikaelidas Lord took a breath before he ground out the “Sorry” that Nikos seemed so intent on receiving. It was clipped and hardly apologetic, but there nonetheless.
He didn’t want to engage in conversation with the Condos boy, and so made a point of averting his gaze and going back to the thankless task of scrubbing the stone, trying to ignore the sting in his pride and reminding himself that was the point. Blood meant nothing, it was the good of the city above all. He understood the principle of it, he thought, and though he could not claim to enjoy the humbling tasks they had been asked to do, Achilleas had complained too much. Not as much as Stephanos at least.
The sentiment was easier to ascribe to though when he couldn’t feel the gaze of one of his peers upon him if Nikos could really be considered so. In birth perhaps, though not in character he decided and Achilleas found himself willing the boy to just move on already. He wouldn’t put it past him to lord it up a little, given the opportunity. Maybe he just needed a little nudge upon his way.
“Haven’t you got somewhere to be?” he asked without looking up when the sandalled feet in his periphery did not move. “As a baron?”
Achilleas pushed up off his hands, ignoring the tightness in his back and shoulders as he tilted his gaze up at Nikos of Condos. The boy was his younger by a few years, similar in age to Emilios and there was little Achilleas would claim to have in common with the heir to House Condos. The boy seemed coddled and precocious, an opinion he did nothing to revert as he piped up in a voice still high and reedy with youth.
‘You should finish that apology. I am a baron now, and deserve such respect’
Setting his teeth, Achilleas had to bite his tongue to prevent himself pointing out that he was a baron too, and that Nikos should drop the supercilious tone from his voice. But though galling, there was some truth in the boy’s words, at least for the purpose of this little exercise with the Order, and so the Mikaelidas Lord took a breath before he ground out the “Sorry” that Nikos seemed so intent on receiving. It was clipped and hardly apologetic, but there nonetheless.
He didn’t want to engage in conversation with the Condos boy, and so made a point of averting his gaze and going back to the thankless task of scrubbing the stone, trying to ignore the sting in his pride and reminding himself that was the point. Blood meant nothing, it was the good of the city above all. He understood the principle of it, he thought, and though he could not claim to enjoy the humbling tasks they had been asked to do, Achilleas had complained too much. Not as much as Stephanos at least.
The sentiment was easier to ascribe to though when he couldn’t feel the gaze of one of his peers upon him if Nikos could really be considered so. In birth perhaps, though not in character he decided and Achilleas found himself willing the boy to just move on already. He wouldn’t put it past him to lord it up a little, given the opportunity. Maybe he just needed a little nudge upon his way.
“Haven’t you got somewhere to be?” he asked without looking up when the sandalled feet in his periphery did not move. “As a baron?”
’Sorry.’
Nikos smirked, a cocky confidence sparking in his bright blue eyes. He could see the agitation on his older cousin’s face. Achilleas may not have meant the growled-out apology, but Nikos had indeed gotten one. It was the small victories. A wiser young man would have left the exchange at that – and with anyone else, Nikos probably would have – but he did so love getting under Achilleas’ skin. He watched Achilleas lower himself back to his knees and begin scrubbing the stone of the street again. Niko’s snarky grin only grew as he viewed the ‘great’ Lord Achilleas doing something so… humiliating. No way would Nikos be on the ground scrubbing stones. It would ruin his clothes!
’Haven’t you got somewhere to be? As a baron?’
Nikos shrugged. ”Perhaps. But I’m a baron, I can do anything I wish. … Mostly.” Speaking of mostly, Nikos looked up and around, his gaze searching the area for any sign of his tutor or his father or the Condos guards that could be looking for him. Seeing no one yet, the young lord returned his attention to Achilleas. ”How long have you been scrubbing stones? The ones behind you don’t look very wet… or clean.” He laughed at his own teasing. Nikos had intended on going back to House Condos and back to his lessons, but how could he pass up the opportunity to mess with Achilleas? He stepped around the other lord and bent as if inspecting the cobble stones for himself. He clicked his tongue like he was disappointed. ”Such a dirty street. Maybe you should scrub it again,” he said in a haughty tone.
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Nikos smirked, a cocky confidence sparking in his bright blue eyes. He could see the agitation on his older cousin’s face. Achilleas may not have meant the growled-out apology, but Nikos had indeed gotten one. It was the small victories. A wiser young man would have left the exchange at that – and with anyone else, Nikos probably would have – but he did so love getting under Achilleas’ skin. He watched Achilleas lower himself back to his knees and begin scrubbing the stone of the street again. Niko’s snarky grin only grew as he viewed the ‘great’ Lord Achilleas doing something so… humiliating. No way would Nikos be on the ground scrubbing stones. It would ruin his clothes!
’Haven’t you got somewhere to be? As a baron?’
Nikos shrugged. ”Perhaps. But I’m a baron, I can do anything I wish. … Mostly.” Speaking of mostly, Nikos looked up and around, his gaze searching the area for any sign of his tutor or his father or the Condos guards that could be looking for him. Seeing no one yet, the young lord returned his attention to Achilleas. ”How long have you been scrubbing stones? The ones behind you don’t look very wet… or clean.” He laughed at his own teasing. Nikos had intended on going back to House Condos and back to his lessons, but how could he pass up the opportunity to mess with Achilleas? He stepped around the other lord and bent as if inspecting the cobble stones for himself. He clicked his tongue like he was disappointed. ”Such a dirty street. Maybe you should scrub it again,” he said in a haughty tone.
’Sorry.’
Nikos smirked, a cocky confidence sparking in his bright blue eyes. He could see the agitation on his older cousin’s face. Achilleas may not have meant the growled-out apology, but Nikos had indeed gotten one. It was the small victories. A wiser young man would have left the exchange at that – and with anyone else, Nikos probably would have – but he did so love getting under Achilleas’ skin. He watched Achilleas lower himself back to his knees and begin scrubbing the stone of the street again. Niko’s snarky grin only grew as he viewed the ‘great’ Lord Achilleas doing something so… humiliating. No way would Nikos be on the ground scrubbing stones. It would ruin his clothes!
’Haven’t you got somewhere to be? As a baron?’
Nikos shrugged. ”Perhaps. But I’m a baron, I can do anything I wish. … Mostly.” Speaking of mostly, Nikos looked up and around, his gaze searching the area for any sign of his tutor or his father or the Condos guards that could be looking for him. Seeing no one yet, the young lord returned his attention to Achilleas. ”How long have you been scrubbing stones? The ones behind you don’t look very wet… or clean.” He laughed at his own teasing. Nikos had intended on going back to House Condos and back to his lessons, but how could he pass up the opportunity to mess with Achilleas? He stepped around the other lord and bent as if inspecting the cobble stones for himself. He clicked his tongue like he was disappointed. ”Such a dirty street. Maybe you should scrub it again,” he said in a haughty tone.
This Achilleas realised, was the true test that Krateros intended in this task, surely? Keeping a civil tongue and avoiding smacking that stupid smirk off the young Condos lord’s face? Closing his mouth firmly to prevent himself saying anything unkind, the Mikaelidas heir bent to his task once more, concentrating on the repetitive motion of scrubbing the coarse brush over the stone and not at all envisaging it was Nikos’ face.
The dolt kept standing there staring at him and it was annoying, so that Achilles broke his self imposed silence with a query intended to direct the self-important little twerp on his way, but, as was his tendency- Nikos decided to be irritating instead.
‘How long have you been scrubbing stones? The ones behind you don’t look very wet… or clean’
Achilleas didn’t grace that with an answer, only shook his head slightly whilst watching out of the corner of his eye as the boy stepped past him. Though Nikos was hardly a threat he also didn’t entirely trust him in his blind spot, Sitting back onto his heels the older of the two twisted to watch on incredulously as Nikos made a show of inspecting the stones which he’d already cleaned and resisted the urge to launch the brush at his head when the boy began his goading.
But he reminded himself that Nikos was barely more than a child and that this was all part of the teaching the order wanted to impart. Slowly, the clench of his fingers around the wood of the brush lessened.
“Well I suppose I am grateful that I don’t answer to you then, my young lord” Achilleas replied in a mostly level tone. He felt as if he were certainly winning at this challenge to remain humble, and that gave him some satisfaction, even if it was not as immediate or complete as smacking Nikos upside the head might have been. He was proving that he would not be easily baited and upholding the order’s teachings that he was there to serve the city. That was enough. It would have to be enough. He wasn’t about to go damaging his standing with the Brothers because Nikos of Condos was an idiot. He pasted the thin veneer of a smile upon his face.
“Have you not considered serving with the Order, Nikos? For a baron of such station, it would be a worthy choice.”
The mild question disguised the fact that Achilleas could hardly imagine the Condos heir dreaming of such a thing. He was a vain and lazy boy and one that Achilleas had enjoyed besting in swordplay on more than one occasion. His father thought him too precious to place in the way of harm, and as such, Nikos of Condos was at risk of turning out a pampered and preening lordling with no martial skill to boast of. He wouldn’t last a day under Krateros’ instruction, Achilleas was sure of it.
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This Achilleas realised, was the true test that Krateros intended in this task, surely? Keeping a civil tongue and avoiding smacking that stupid smirk off the young Condos lord’s face? Closing his mouth firmly to prevent himself saying anything unkind, the Mikaelidas heir bent to his task once more, concentrating on the repetitive motion of scrubbing the coarse brush over the stone and not at all envisaging it was Nikos’ face.
The dolt kept standing there staring at him and it was annoying, so that Achilles broke his self imposed silence with a query intended to direct the self-important little twerp on his way, but, as was his tendency- Nikos decided to be irritating instead.
‘How long have you been scrubbing stones? The ones behind you don’t look very wet… or clean’
Achilleas didn’t grace that with an answer, only shook his head slightly whilst watching out of the corner of his eye as the boy stepped past him. Though Nikos was hardly a threat he also didn’t entirely trust him in his blind spot, Sitting back onto his heels the older of the two twisted to watch on incredulously as Nikos made a show of inspecting the stones which he’d already cleaned and resisted the urge to launch the brush at his head when the boy began his goading.
But he reminded himself that Nikos was barely more than a child and that this was all part of the teaching the order wanted to impart. Slowly, the clench of his fingers around the wood of the brush lessened.
“Well I suppose I am grateful that I don’t answer to you then, my young lord” Achilleas replied in a mostly level tone. He felt as if he were certainly winning at this challenge to remain humble, and that gave him some satisfaction, even if it was not as immediate or complete as smacking Nikos upside the head might have been. He was proving that he would not be easily baited and upholding the order’s teachings that he was there to serve the city. That was enough. It would have to be enough. He wasn’t about to go damaging his standing with the Brothers because Nikos of Condos was an idiot. He pasted the thin veneer of a smile upon his face.
“Have you not considered serving with the Order, Nikos? For a baron of such station, it would be a worthy choice.”
The mild question disguised the fact that Achilleas could hardly imagine the Condos heir dreaming of such a thing. He was a vain and lazy boy and one that Achilleas had enjoyed besting in swordplay on more than one occasion. His father thought him too precious to place in the way of harm, and as such, Nikos of Condos was at risk of turning out a pampered and preening lordling with no martial skill to boast of. He wouldn’t last a day under Krateros’ instruction, Achilleas was sure of it.
This Achilleas realised, was the true test that Krateros intended in this task, surely? Keeping a civil tongue and avoiding smacking that stupid smirk off the young Condos lord’s face? Closing his mouth firmly to prevent himself saying anything unkind, the Mikaelidas heir bent to his task once more, concentrating on the repetitive motion of scrubbing the coarse brush over the stone and not at all envisaging it was Nikos’ face.
The dolt kept standing there staring at him and it was annoying, so that Achilles broke his self imposed silence with a query intended to direct the self-important little twerp on his way, but, as was his tendency- Nikos decided to be irritating instead.
‘How long have you been scrubbing stones? The ones behind you don’t look very wet… or clean’
Achilleas didn’t grace that with an answer, only shook his head slightly whilst watching out of the corner of his eye as the boy stepped past him. Though Nikos was hardly a threat he also didn’t entirely trust him in his blind spot, Sitting back onto his heels the older of the two twisted to watch on incredulously as Nikos made a show of inspecting the stones which he’d already cleaned and resisted the urge to launch the brush at his head when the boy began his goading.
But he reminded himself that Nikos was barely more than a child and that this was all part of the teaching the order wanted to impart. Slowly, the clench of his fingers around the wood of the brush lessened.
“Well I suppose I am grateful that I don’t answer to you then, my young lord” Achilleas replied in a mostly level tone. He felt as if he were certainly winning at this challenge to remain humble, and that gave him some satisfaction, even if it was not as immediate or complete as smacking Nikos upside the head might have been. He was proving that he would not be easily baited and upholding the order’s teachings that he was there to serve the city. That was enough. It would have to be enough. He wasn’t about to go damaging his standing with the Brothers because Nikos of Condos was an idiot. He pasted the thin veneer of a smile upon his face.
“Have you not considered serving with the Order, Nikos? For a baron of such station, it would be a worthy choice.”
The mild question disguised the fact that Achilleas could hardly imagine the Condos heir dreaming of such a thing. He was a vain and lazy boy and one that Achilleas had enjoyed besting in swordplay on more than one occasion. His father thought him too precious to place in the way of harm, and as such, Nikos of Condos was at risk of turning out a pampered and preening lordling with no martial skill to boast of. He wouldn’t last a day under Krateros’ instruction, Achilleas was sure of it.
’Well, I supposed I am grateful that I don’t answer to you then, my young lord.’
Nikos’ eyes narrowed, his jaw set, in his adolescent prideful defiance. He’d hoped Achilleas would take the bait and… Nikos wasn’t sure what. But this oddly calm and unreactive version of his older cousin was not what Nikos had been expecting when he’d happened upon the Mikaelidas lord. Lifting his chin just a bit, Nikos decided this turn of events would not deter him, however, for he so loved to get under Achilleas’ skin. It’d been a favorite pastime of his for as long as the young man could remember. The Condos heir was searching for a new direction to goad the other in, when Achilleas spoke up, asking Nikos an absurd – in his mind – question.
’Have you not considered serving with the Order, Nikos? For a baron of such station, it would be a worthy choice.’
Young Nikos sucked in a breath, his chest puffing out as it to make himself look bigger, his shoulders pulling back to make him look taller. ”Yes, well. I did consider it as an option,” he said haughtily. ”But as the only heir to the Condos name, I’ve decided that the risk of dying in battle is just too great to my family.” Truth of the matter was, that He wouldn’t measure up if he appealed to join those elite ranks. Nikos wasn’t picking up on the skills of battle as quickly as others his age. And he had no desire to allow anyone to see him fail simply because he didn’t move as quickly as them. Nikos did like the dance of swordplay. But swordplay and battle were two entirely different things, the lord was learning. He would serve his required time with the military. But only just. And pray to the gods that war did now taint the shores of Taengea until then.
Nikos would later grow into his skills and become a fine swordsman, better than many of the other none militant nobles. He’d be able to hold his own against many opponents over the years, as many arguments - both friendly and not - would be settled with a duel. But this young Condos lord had no idea of that just yet. All he could do is hope that no one finds out the real reason he would not be making a career of fighting.
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’Well, I supposed I am grateful that I don’t answer to you then, my young lord.’
Nikos’ eyes narrowed, his jaw set, in his adolescent prideful defiance. He’d hoped Achilleas would take the bait and… Nikos wasn’t sure what. But this oddly calm and unreactive version of his older cousin was not what Nikos had been expecting when he’d happened upon the Mikaelidas lord. Lifting his chin just a bit, Nikos decided this turn of events would not deter him, however, for he so loved to get under Achilleas’ skin. It’d been a favorite pastime of his for as long as the young man could remember. The Condos heir was searching for a new direction to goad the other in, when Achilleas spoke up, asking Nikos an absurd – in his mind – question.
’Have you not considered serving with the Order, Nikos? For a baron of such station, it would be a worthy choice.’
Young Nikos sucked in a breath, his chest puffing out as it to make himself look bigger, his shoulders pulling back to make him look taller. ”Yes, well. I did consider it as an option,” he said haughtily. ”But as the only heir to the Condos name, I’ve decided that the risk of dying in battle is just too great to my family.” Truth of the matter was, that He wouldn’t measure up if he appealed to join those elite ranks. Nikos wasn’t picking up on the skills of battle as quickly as others his age. And he had no desire to allow anyone to see him fail simply because he didn’t move as quickly as them. Nikos did like the dance of swordplay. But swordplay and battle were two entirely different things, the lord was learning. He would serve his required time with the military. But only just. And pray to the gods that war did now taint the shores of Taengea until then.
Nikos would later grow into his skills and become a fine swordsman, better than many of the other none militant nobles. He’d be able to hold his own against many opponents over the years, as many arguments - both friendly and not - would be settled with a duel. But this young Condos lord had no idea of that just yet. All he could do is hope that no one finds out the real reason he would not be making a career of fighting.
’Well, I supposed I am grateful that I don’t answer to you then, my young lord.’
Nikos’ eyes narrowed, his jaw set, in his adolescent prideful defiance. He’d hoped Achilleas would take the bait and… Nikos wasn’t sure what. But this oddly calm and unreactive version of his older cousin was not what Nikos had been expecting when he’d happened upon the Mikaelidas lord. Lifting his chin just a bit, Nikos decided this turn of events would not deter him, however, for he so loved to get under Achilleas’ skin. It’d been a favorite pastime of his for as long as the young man could remember. The Condos heir was searching for a new direction to goad the other in, when Achilleas spoke up, asking Nikos an absurd – in his mind – question.
’Have you not considered serving with the Order, Nikos? For a baron of such station, it would be a worthy choice.’
Young Nikos sucked in a breath, his chest puffing out as it to make himself look bigger, his shoulders pulling back to make him look taller. ”Yes, well. I did consider it as an option,” he said haughtily. ”But as the only heir to the Condos name, I’ve decided that the risk of dying in battle is just too great to my family.” Truth of the matter was, that He wouldn’t measure up if he appealed to join those elite ranks. Nikos wasn’t picking up on the skills of battle as quickly as others his age. And he had no desire to allow anyone to see him fail simply because he didn’t move as quickly as them. Nikos did like the dance of swordplay. But swordplay and battle were two entirely different things, the lord was learning. He would serve his required time with the military. But only just. And pray to the gods that war did now taint the shores of Taengea until then.
Nikos would later grow into his skills and become a fine swordsman, better than many of the other none militant nobles. He’d be able to hold his own against many opponents over the years, as many arguments - both friendly and not - would be settled with a duel. But this young Condos lord had no idea of that just yet. All he could do is hope that no one finds out the real reason he would not be making a career of fighting.
The older of the two suppressed a smile when his refusal to rise to the bait had Lord Nikos look outwardly annoyed. Taking the high road offered its own form of satisfaction, it would seem. What it didn’t do was to deter the brattish Lord from persevering in his efforts, and Achilleas thought he must have done something to irritate one of the Gods to be afflicted with the other’s company. Levelling a rather pointed question at the boy, the Mikaelida heir remained sitting back on his heels, and he took the opportunity to roll his shoulder and stretch out his neck. He would have to take a trip to the baths later to soak out some of the strain in his muscles, but that would only happen whenever he was relieved of this task, and he doubted that would be anytime soon.
At least this conversation provided a moment’s rest, even it was with Nikos of Condos. Looking on sceptically as the little lord puffed out his chest and stood straighter, Achilleas was expecting much from the boy's answer.
”Yes, well. I did consider it as an option, but as the only heir to the Condos name, I’ve decided that the risk of dying in battle is just too great to my family.”
Achilleas raised a brow at that. “How terribly noble of you” he replied dryly, resisting rolling his eyes to the skies. “Nothing to do with being afraid of hard work then?”
Gods but he would pay to that smirk wiped off the youngster’s face by those same dour-faced men of the Order who had put him and Stephanos through their paces. But perhaps Lord Nikolias would be content to let his son continue along his current path, which was apparently one destined to lead him into being an annoying, preening tosser. Once again keeping his uncharitable thoughts to himself, Achilleas prepared to get back to the task at hand and let the young lordling get back to whatever he hadn’t been doing.
But before he could bend back to the stones he knelt upon, there was some commotion from up the street: a shout and then the frightened whinny of a horse before the strike of hoof-beats against cobbles and Achilleas glanced forward to see a loose horse come careering down the street toward them. He was up on his feet in an instant, ignoring the resulting protest of his muscles after being set in one position for so long.
The animal was panicked and travelling too fast for a busy city street, reins trailing and with no sign of a rider in sight. Standing with arms outstretched, Achilleas snapped at Nikos to lend a hand “Here, do the same and it might stop.”
Might being the operative word. Achilleas hoped it would stop, or if that it didn't, it would choose the smaller of the two obstacles to run through.
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The older of the two suppressed a smile when his refusal to rise to the bait had Lord Nikos look outwardly annoyed. Taking the high road offered its own form of satisfaction, it would seem. What it didn’t do was to deter the brattish Lord from persevering in his efforts, and Achilleas thought he must have done something to irritate one of the Gods to be afflicted with the other’s company. Levelling a rather pointed question at the boy, the Mikaelida heir remained sitting back on his heels, and he took the opportunity to roll his shoulder and stretch out his neck. He would have to take a trip to the baths later to soak out some of the strain in his muscles, but that would only happen whenever he was relieved of this task, and he doubted that would be anytime soon.
At least this conversation provided a moment’s rest, even it was with Nikos of Condos. Looking on sceptically as the little lord puffed out his chest and stood straighter, Achilleas was expecting much from the boy's answer.
”Yes, well. I did consider it as an option, but as the only heir to the Condos name, I’ve decided that the risk of dying in battle is just too great to my family.”
Achilleas raised a brow at that. “How terribly noble of you” he replied dryly, resisting rolling his eyes to the skies. “Nothing to do with being afraid of hard work then?”
Gods but he would pay to that smirk wiped off the youngster’s face by those same dour-faced men of the Order who had put him and Stephanos through their paces. But perhaps Lord Nikolias would be content to let his son continue along his current path, which was apparently one destined to lead him into being an annoying, preening tosser. Once again keeping his uncharitable thoughts to himself, Achilleas prepared to get back to the task at hand and let the young lordling get back to whatever he hadn’t been doing.
But before he could bend back to the stones he knelt upon, there was some commotion from up the street: a shout and then the frightened whinny of a horse before the strike of hoof-beats against cobbles and Achilleas glanced forward to see a loose horse come careering down the street toward them. He was up on his feet in an instant, ignoring the resulting protest of his muscles after being set in one position for so long.
The animal was panicked and travelling too fast for a busy city street, reins trailing and with no sign of a rider in sight. Standing with arms outstretched, Achilleas snapped at Nikos to lend a hand “Here, do the same and it might stop.”
Might being the operative word. Achilleas hoped it would stop, or if that it didn't, it would choose the smaller of the two obstacles to run through.
The older of the two suppressed a smile when his refusal to rise to the bait had Lord Nikos look outwardly annoyed. Taking the high road offered its own form of satisfaction, it would seem. What it didn’t do was to deter the brattish Lord from persevering in his efforts, and Achilleas thought he must have done something to irritate one of the Gods to be afflicted with the other’s company. Levelling a rather pointed question at the boy, the Mikaelida heir remained sitting back on his heels, and he took the opportunity to roll his shoulder and stretch out his neck. He would have to take a trip to the baths later to soak out some of the strain in his muscles, but that would only happen whenever he was relieved of this task, and he doubted that would be anytime soon.
At least this conversation provided a moment’s rest, even it was with Nikos of Condos. Looking on sceptically as the little lord puffed out his chest and stood straighter, Achilleas was expecting much from the boy's answer.
”Yes, well. I did consider it as an option, but as the only heir to the Condos name, I’ve decided that the risk of dying in battle is just too great to my family.”
Achilleas raised a brow at that. “How terribly noble of you” he replied dryly, resisting rolling his eyes to the skies. “Nothing to do with being afraid of hard work then?”
Gods but he would pay to that smirk wiped off the youngster’s face by those same dour-faced men of the Order who had put him and Stephanos through their paces. But perhaps Lord Nikolias would be content to let his son continue along his current path, which was apparently one destined to lead him into being an annoying, preening tosser. Once again keeping his uncharitable thoughts to himself, Achilleas prepared to get back to the task at hand and let the young lordling get back to whatever he hadn’t been doing.
But before he could bend back to the stones he knelt upon, there was some commotion from up the street: a shout and then the frightened whinny of a horse before the strike of hoof-beats against cobbles and Achilleas glanced forward to see a loose horse come careering down the street toward them. He was up on his feet in an instant, ignoring the resulting protest of his muscles after being set in one position for so long.
The animal was panicked and travelling too fast for a busy city street, reins trailing and with no sign of a rider in sight. Standing with arms outstretched, Achilleas snapped at Nikos to lend a hand “Here, do the same and it might stop.”
Might being the operative word. Achilleas hoped it would stop, or if that it didn't, it would choose the smaller of the two obstacles to run through.
’Nothing to do with being afraid of hard work then?’
Nikos’ sky-blue eyes narrowed on his older cousin. Being a noble and only thirteen, Nikos had not truly known hard work outside of his military fighting training. The young baron was not so much scared of hard work as he was loath of it. In his mind, being a noble put him above those sorts of tasks. Though his father and his tutors had been telling him for months that he needed to dedicate more effort to his studies and training. He will, he thought… in time. When he was ready.
Nikos was about to make a snide remark when a ruckus near by caught his attention. Nik caught sight of a panicked horse barreling towards him and Achilleas. The Mikealidas heir was on his feet in an instant and waving his arms about widely. ’Here, do the same and it might stop.’”Might?” Nik retorted. But he did do as his cousin suggested, stepping up next to Achilleas, arms waving above his head and out wide – though his eyes were wide and his heart was thumping wildly, and every instinct in his body was screaming for him to run. Nikos could not allow himself to look like a coward in front of his rival. The horse continued to run at them, seemingly out of control. Oh, this was not a good idea!
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’Nothing to do with being afraid of hard work then?’
Nikos’ sky-blue eyes narrowed on his older cousin. Being a noble and only thirteen, Nikos had not truly known hard work outside of his military fighting training. The young baron was not so much scared of hard work as he was loath of it. In his mind, being a noble put him above those sorts of tasks. Though his father and his tutors had been telling him for months that he needed to dedicate more effort to his studies and training. He will, he thought… in time. When he was ready.
Nikos was about to make a snide remark when a ruckus near by caught his attention. Nik caught sight of a panicked horse barreling towards him and Achilleas. The Mikealidas heir was on his feet in an instant and waving his arms about widely. ’Here, do the same and it might stop.’”Might?” Nik retorted. But he did do as his cousin suggested, stepping up next to Achilleas, arms waving above his head and out wide – though his eyes were wide and his heart was thumping wildly, and every instinct in his body was screaming for him to run. Nikos could not allow himself to look like a coward in front of his rival. The horse continued to run at them, seemingly out of control. Oh, this was not a good idea!
’Nothing to do with being afraid of hard work then?’
Nikos’ sky-blue eyes narrowed on his older cousin. Being a noble and only thirteen, Nikos had not truly known hard work outside of his military fighting training. The young baron was not so much scared of hard work as he was loath of it. In his mind, being a noble put him above those sorts of tasks. Though his father and his tutors had been telling him for months that he needed to dedicate more effort to his studies and training. He will, he thought… in time. When he was ready.
Nikos was about to make a snide remark when a ruckus near by caught his attention. Nik caught sight of a panicked horse barreling towards him and Achilleas. The Mikealidas heir was on his feet in an instant and waving his arms about widely. ’Here, do the same and it might stop.’”Might?” Nik retorted. But he did do as his cousin suggested, stepping up next to Achilleas, arms waving above his head and out wide – though his eyes were wide and his heart was thumping wildly, and every instinct in his body was screaming for him to run. Nikos could not allow himself to look like a coward in front of his rival. The horse continued to run at them, seemingly out of control. Oh, this was not a good idea!
If he were entirely honest, Achilleas wasn’t in love with the idea of standing in the path of a bolting horse either, but someone had to do something. What if the loose animal caused an accident or something? It was most certainly within his responsibilities as a member of the Order to try and corral the horse before it did some damage: to itself or anyone else. Enlisting Nikos’ help had just been instinct, though he shot the boy a disdainful look at his fearful expression.
It was a good thing that the Mikaelidas lord could not read minds, for if he could, he might have been insulted at the idea that Nikos considered them rivals. There was no question of it, for such a thing to be true would be to mean they were comparable and Achilleas would not have taken kindly to such a suggestion. Nikos was still very much a boy, and Achilleas considered himself a man.
Thankfully he was not given the opportunity to be distracted by such a slight, instead of focusing his attention on the horse that was careering down the street towards them. It was big - not a warhorse but getting on for that scale, and as the animal bore down upon them, Achilleas began to second guess his decision. Frowning, he willed the creature to slow, holding his ground as it drew nearer and nearer. His muscled had bunched ready to throw himself out of the way when it finally did seem to notice the human obstacles and slowed to a jerky trot, head held high and snorting through blown nostrils.
“Quiet now,” Achilleas said in what he hoped was a confident voice and not one that betrayed the fact he had thought they might be in trouble, not moments before “You’re alright.”
He wasn’t a natural horseman - not like his brother who seemed to be able to persuade any horse to do anything, but Achilleas had been riding long enough and had been around horses enough to know what he was doing. Slowly, he stepped forward from his place beside Nikos and extended a hand, as if he was holding some treat or other that the beast might be tempted by. He advanced slowly on the horse, muttering nothing much as he did so, just keeping up a steady stream of calm sounding words. After tossing its head a couple of times and sliding to an ungainly halt, the horse seemed to resign itself to the fact that its hijinks were over, and allowed the young lord to get a hand to the reins that had been trailing dangerously near its feet.
“Where’d you come from then?” Achi said quietly, patting the sweating neck of the horse. He turned to the Condos boy “Nikos, you’ll have to walk it back up the street and see where it’s the owner is. I can’t just leave all this” He meant the brush and the bucket, but honestly, he wanted to get his work done so he could go back to the Order House, not spend hours looking for someone to claim the animal. Condos were clearly doing nothing useful anyway.
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If he were entirely honest, Achilleas wasn’t in love with the idea of standing in the path of a bolting horse either, but someone had to do something. What if the loose animal caused an accident or something? It was most certainly within his responsibilities as a member of the Order to try and corral the horse before it did some damage: to itself or anyone else. Enlisting Nikos’ help had just been instinct, though he shot the boy a disdainful look at his fearful expression.
It was a good thing that the Mikaelidas lord could not read minds, for if he could, he might have been insulted at the idea that Nikos considered them rivals. There was no question of it, for such a thing to be true would be to mean they were comparable and Achilleas would not have taken kindly to such a suggestion. Nikos was still very much a boy, and Achilleas considered himself a man.
Thankfully he was not given the opportunity to be distracted by such a slight, instead of focusing his attention on the horse that was careering down the street towards them. It was big - not a warhorse but getting on for that scale, and as the animal bore down upon them, Achilleas began to second guess his decision. Frowning, he willed the creature to slow, holding his ground as it drew nearer and nearer. His muscled had bunched ready to throw himself out of the way when it finally did seem to notice the human obstacles and slowed to a jerky trot, head held high and snorting through blown nostrils.
“Quiet now,” Achilleas said in what he hoped was a confident voice and not one that betrayed the fact he had thought they might be in trouble, not moments before “You’re alright.”
He wasn’t a natural horseman - not like his brother who seemed to be able to persuade any horse to do anything, but Achilleas had been riding long enough and had been around horses enough to know what he was doing. Slowly, he stepped forward from his place beside Nikos and extended a hand, as if he was holding some treat or other that the beast might be tempted by. He advanced slowly on the horse, muttering nothing much as he did so, just keeping up a steady stream of calm sounding words. After tossing its head a couple of times and sliding to an ungainly halt, the horse seemed to resign itself to the fact that its hijinks were over, and allowed the young lord to get a hand to the reins that had been trailing dangerously near its feet.
“Where’d you come from then?” Achi said quietly, patting the sweating neck of the horse. He turned to the Condos boy “Nikos, you’ll have to walk it back up the street and see where it’s the owner is. I can’t just leave all this” He meant the brush and the bucket, but honestly, he wanted to get his work done so he could go back to the Order House, not spend hours looking for someone to claim the animal. Condos were clearly doing nothing useful anyway.
If he were entirely honest, Achilleas wasn’t in love with the idea of standing in the path of a bolting horse either, but someone had to do something. What if the loose animal caused an accident or something? It was most certainly within his responsibilities as a member of the Order to try and corral the horse before it did some damage: to itself or anyone else. Enlisting Nikos’ help had just been instinct, though he shot the boy a disdainful look at his fearful expression.
It was a good thing that the Mikaelidas lord could not read minds, for if he could, he might have been insulted at the idea that Nikos considered them rivals. There was no question of it, for such a thing to be true would be to mean they were comparable and Achilleas would not have taken kindly to such a suggestion. Nikos was still very much a boy, and Achilleas considered himself a man.
Thankfully he was not given the opportunity to be distracted by such a slight, instead of focusing his attention on the horse that was careering down the street towards them. It was big - not a warhorse but getting on for that scale, and as the animal bore down upon them, Achilleas began to second guess his decision. Frowning, he willed the creature to slow, holding his ground as it drew nearer and nearer. His muscled had bunched ready to throw himself out of the way when it finally did seem to notice the human obstacles and slowed to a jerky trot, head held high and snorting through blown nostrils.
“Quiet now,” Achilleas said in what he hoped was a confident voice and not one that betrayed the fact he had thought they might be in trouble, not moments before “You’re alright.”
He wasn’t a natural horseman - not like his brother who seemed to be able to persuade any horse to do anything, but Achilleas had been riding long enough and had been around horses enough to know what he was doing. Slowly, he stepped forward from his place beside Nikos and extended a hand, as if he was holding some treat or other that the beast might be tempted by. He advanced slowly on the horse, muttering nothing much as he did so, just keeping up a steady stream of calm sounding words. After tossing its head a couple of times and sliding to an ungainly halt, the horse seemed to resign itself to the fact that its hijinks were over, and allowed the young lord to get a hand to the reins that had been trailing dangerously near its feet.
“Where’d you come from then?” Achi said quietly, patting the sweating neck of the horse. He turned to the Condos boy “Nikos, you’ll have to walk it back up the street and see where it’s the owner is. I can’t just leave all this” He meant the brush and the bucket, but honestly, he wanted to get his work done so he could go back to the Order House, not spend hours looking for someone to claim the animal. Condos were clearly doing nothing useful anyway.
Nikos thought for certain that he and Achilleas were going to be trampled by the large horse barreling down on them. The young baron felt the panic rising in his chest and was just about to abandon this insane plan of stopping the beast and try to get out of the way when the horse reared and came to a reluctant halt. Thank the Gods! The young baron’s chest heaved as he tried to catch the breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding. He lifted his hands to wipe at his face, but when he saw that they were shaking he clenched his fists and lowered his arms again to hide that fact.
Achilleas had the reins in his hands now and was attempting the calm the creature. ’Nikos, you’ll have to walk it back up the street and see where its owner is. I can’t just leave all this.’ Nik swallowed, not pleased by the prospect of being that close to an animal that had nearly run him into the ground. He looked around Achilleas and the horse, following the street and hoping to see someone coming their way to retrieve the lost creature. No such luck. Nikos glanced over his shoulder to the bucket and brush Achilleas had abandoned let out an irritated sigh. ”Yeah okay.” he muttered. He hated that Achilleas was right, but at the same time he did like the idea of his older cousin being on his knees scrubbing stones. He had enjoyed that sight quite a bit. Clearing his throat, Nikos approached the horse slowly, watching for signs that the creature was going to freak out again, and took the reins from Achilleas. Up close now, Nik could see the beauty of the creature; he lifted a hand and gently rubbed it along the beast’s strong neck. ”Let’s get you home, yeah?” As he started off, the horse snorted, lifted his tail and left a ‘gift’ on the cobblestones. Nik looked over his shoulder with a laugh. ”Have fun cleaning your stones, Achilleas.” With that he led the still slightly agitated horse back up the street in search of where he belonged.
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Nikos thought for certain that he and Achilleas were going to be trampled by the large horse barreling down on them. The young baron felt the panic rising in his chest and was just about to abandon this insane plan of stopping the beast and try to get out of the way when the horse reared and came to a reluctant halt. Thank the Gods! The young baron’s chest heaved as he tried to catch the breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding. He lifted his hands to wipe at his face, but when he saw that they were shaking he clenched his fists and lowered his arms again to hide that fact.
Achilleas had the reins in his hands now and was attempting the calm the creature. ’Nikos, you’ll have to walk it back up the street and see where its owner is. I can’t just leave all this.’ Nik swallowed, not pleased by the prospect of being that close to an animal that had nearly run him into the ground. He looked around Achilleas and the horse, following the street and hoping to see someone coming their way to retrieve the lost creature. No such luck. Nikos glanced over his shoulder to the bucket and brush Achilleas had abandoned let out an irritated sigh. ”Yeah okay.” he muttered. He hated that Achilleas was right, but at the same time he did like the idea of his older cousin being on his knees scrubbing stones. He had enjoyed that sight quite a bit. Clearing his throat, Nikos approached the horse slowly, watching for signs that the creature was going to freak out again, and took the reins from Achilleas. Up close now, Nik could see the beauty of the creature; he lifted a hand and gently rubbed it along the beast’s strong neck. ”Let’s get you home, yeah?” As he started off, the horse snorted, lifted his tail and left a ‘gift’ on the cobblestones. Nik looked over his shoulder with a laugh. ”Have fun cleaning your stones, Achilleas.” With that he led the still slightly agitated horse back up the street in search of where he belonged.
Nikos thought for certain that he and Achilleas were going to be trampled by the large horse barreling down on them. The young baron felt the panic rising in his chest and was just about to abandon this insane plan of stopping the beast and try to get out of the way when the horse reared and came to a reluctant halt. Thank the Gods! The young baron’s chest heaved as he tried to catch the breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding. He lifted his hands to wipe at his face, but when he saw that they were shaking he clenched his fists and lowered his arms again to hide that fact.
Achilleas had the reins in his hands now and was attempting the calm the creature. ’Nikos, you’ll have to walk it back up the street and see where its owner is. I can’t just leave all this.’ Nik swallowed, not pleased by the prospect of being that close to an animal that had nearly run him into the ground. He looked around Achilleas and the horse, following the street and hoping to see someone coming their way to retrieve the lost creature. No such luck. Nikos glanced over his shoulder to the bucket and brush Achilleas had abandoned let out an irritated sigh. ”Yeah okay.” he muttered. He hated that Achilleas was right, but at the same time he did like the idea of his older cousin being on his knees scrubbing stones. He had enjoyed that sight quite a bit. Clearing his throat, Nikos approached the horse slowly, watching for signs that the creature was going to freak out again, and took the reins from Achilleas. Up close now, Nik could see the beauty of the creature; he lifted a hand and gently rubbed it along the beast’s strong neck. ”Let’s get you home, yeah?” As he started off, the horse snorted, lifted his tail and left a ‘gift’ on the cobblestones. Nik looked over his shoulder with a laugh. ”Have fun cleaning your stones, Achilleas.” With that he led the still slightly agitated horse back up the street in search of where he belonged.
