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The pangs of hunger could be seen everywhere. Faces were becoming gaunt. There were more beggars than before, following those who had means with heartbreaking stories in order manipulate a benevolent heart. Those who were smart, or those who lacked morals, turned the famine into a profit as prices skyrocketed, despite controls meant to keep it down. Between the economic tailspin and the lack of supply, the hunger was getting worse and there was nothing that Marietta could do about it.
Her heart ached for them, it truly did. Marietta, however, didn’t care enough to really do something about it. This was not her area of expertise. Should she donate food, how long would that feed people? Marietta had little power to do any true impact aside from lending a sympathetic ear, an ear that quite often did not actually understand the trials those without wealth or power were going through.
The disparity between commoners and herself were noticed now more than ever before by Marietta. And as sad as it were that people were going what could likely be the last days of their lives, there was almost a sick… fascination that Marietta had. What Marietta thirsted for more than anything was experiences. She lived a life that sheltered and hidden from anything dark and tragic. The only adventures Marietta knew was from stories and tales spun by people far more exciting than she could dream to be. The world beyond was a mystery to Marietta. And so, while morbid, Marietta went to the merchants stores today to observe. She stowed away her feelings for just this one day. There was nothing that could be done, Marietta had to remind herself. This was out of her hands.
Marietta's grey eyes scanned the shops, bouncing to and fro between them and the people. She walked beside her friend, Sofia, having dragged her along on this observation mission today. "I'm thinking a darker pallet for my next painting." Marietta spoke casually. "Navy, perhaps? Grey tones? Maybe I shall tribute it to Hades instead of Apollo this t-"
Meow.
Marietta stopped in her place. Her head tilted and eyes left the people, scanning the area for the source of the sound.
Meow. Meow.
Meeeow.
At the side of a building were a litter of kittens. The kittens all huddled together. Their skin was thin from hunger and their movements slow and weak. One was dead beside the litter, having succumbed faster than his siblings. The sight of humans dying saddened Marietta, but this was enough to tear her heart right in two. Morality be damned that she cared more right now for dead and dying kittens than for the human life before her. She could do nothing for those humans, and the humans had an ability to fend for themselves. These kittens had no one, no parent in sight, no food to be had not even the scraps left by waste. She could see to it that the had a warm home and filled belly. This was something that could be changed and changed immediately at that.
Marietta’s hand flitted over to her coin purse. She did not bother to count the drachmas as she just handed it to her servant, she brought with her to the market. “Fetch me a fish. And the waterskin.” Marietta ordered. Her eyes never left the poor creatures. She could see their bones. Tears stung her eyes at the sight of their mattered fur. She wanted to touch them, to hold and protect each of them, but she feared even a slight breeze would knock them over. Was this how people saw her sometimes? Small and weak, defenseless to the world around them.
The servant returned with fish to the market. What was the best way to feed them as to not risk the small kittens choking on minuscule fish bones. Surely they would devour it. “Rip it to small pieces.” Marietta ordered the servant as to not dirty her own hands.
Marietta was crouched sitting on her heels. She poured some water into a cupped hand, reaching out so the smallest kitten could drink. “Don’t you worry.” Marietta whispered to the kitten as it’s weak head licked the clean water. “The small is underestimated. They are seen as weak, as inferior, but little do they know the smallest are one of the strongest fighters. You’ll grow to be strong, kitten. You’ll be the strongest of them all.”
Meow.
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The pangs of hunger could be seen everywhere. Faces were becoming gaunt. There were more beggars than before, following those who had means with heartbreaking stories in order manipulate a benevolent heart. Those who were smart, or those who lacked morals, turned the famine into a profit as prices skyrocketed, despite controls meant to keep it down. Between the economic tailspin and the lack of supply, the hunger was getting worse and there was nothing that Marietta could do about it.
Her heart ached for them, it truly did. Marietta, however, didn’t care enough to really do something about it. This was not her area of expertise. Should she donate food, how long would that feed people? Marietta had little power to do any true impact aside from lending a sympathetic ear, an ear that quite often did not actually understand the trials those without wealth or power were going through.
The disparity between commoners and herself were noticed now more than ever before by Marietta. And as sad as it were that people were going what could likely be the last days of their lives, there was almost a sick… fascination that Marietta had. What Marietta thirsted for more than anything was experiences. She lived a life that sheltered and hidden from anything dark and tragic. The only adventures Marietta knew was from stories and tales spun by people far more exciting than she could dream to be. The world beyond was a mystery to Marietta. And so, while morbid, Marietta went to the merchants stores today to observe. She stowed away her feelings for just this one day. There was nothing that could be done, Marietta had to remind herself. This was out of her hands.
Marietta's grey eyes scanned the shops, bouncing to and fro between them and the people. She walked beside her friend, Sofia, having dragged her along on this observation mission today. "I'm thinking a darker pallet for my next painting." Marietta spoke casually. "Navy, perhaps? Grey tones? Maybe I shall tribute it to Hades instead of Apollo this t-"
Meow.
Marietta stopped in her place. Her head tilted and eyes left the people, scanning the area for the source of the sound.
Meow. Meow.
Meeeow.
At the side of a building were a litter of kittens. The kittens all huddled together. Their skin was thin from hunger and their movements slow and weak. One was dead beside the litter, having succumbed faster than his siblings. The sight of humans dying saddened Marietta, but this was enough to tear her heart right in two. Morality be damned that she cared more right now for dead and dying kittens than for the human life before her. She could do nothing for those humans, and the humans had an ability to fend for themselves. These kittens had no one, no parent in sight, no food to be had not even the scraps left by waste. She could see to it that the had a warm home and filled belly. This was something that could be changed and changed immediately at that.
Marietta’s hand flitted over to her coin purse. She did not bother to count the drachmas as she just handed it to her servant, she brought with her to the market. “Fetch me a fish. And the waterskin.” Marietta ordered. Her eyes never left the poor creatures. She could see their bones. Tears stung her eyes at the sight of their mattered fur. She wanted to touch them, to hold and protect each of them, but she feared even a slight breeze would knock them over. Was this how people saw her sometimes? Small and weak, defenseless to the world around them.
The servant returned with fish to the market. What was the best way to feed them as to not risk the small kittens choking on minuscule fish bones. Surely they would devour it. “Rip it to small pieces.” Marietta ordered the servant as to not dirty her own hands.
Marietta was crouched sitting on her heels. She poured some water into a cupped hand, reaching out so the smallest kitten could drink. “Don’t you worry.” Marietta whispered to the kitten as it’s weak head licked the clean water. “The small is underestimated. They are seen as weak, as inferior, but little do they know the smallest are one of the strongest fighters. You’ll grow to be strong, kitten. You’ll be the strongest of them all.”
Meow.
The pangs of hunger could be seen everywhere. Faces were becoming gaunt. There were more beggars than before, following those who had means with heartbreaking stories in order manipulate a benevolent heart. Those who were smart, or those who lacked morals, turned the famine into a profit as prices skyrocketed, despite controls meant to keep it down. Between the economic tailspin and the lack of supply, the hunger was getting worse and there was nothing that Marietta could do about it.
Her heart ached for them, it truly did. Marietta, however, didn’t care enough to really do something about it. This was not her area of expertise. Should she donate food, how long would that feed people? Marietta had little power to do any true impact aside from lending a sympathetic ear, an ear that quite often did not actually understand the trials those without wealth or power were going through.
The disparity between commoners and herself were noticed now more than ever before by Marietta. And as sad as it were that people were going what could likely be the last days of their lives, there was almost a sick… fascination that Marietta had. What Marietta thirsted for more than anything was experiences. She lived a life that sheltered and hidden from anything dark and tragic. The only adventures Marietta knew was from stories and tales spun by people far more exciting than she could dream to be. The world beyond was a mystery to Marietta. And so, while morbid, Marietta went to the merchants stores today to observe. She stowed away her feelings for just this one day. There was nothing that could be done, Marietta had to remind herself. This was out of her hands.
Marietta's grey eyes scanned the shops, bouncing to and fro between them and the people. She walked beside her friend, Sofia, having dragged her along on this observation mission today. "I'm thinking a darker pallet for my next painting." Marietta spoke casually. "Navy, perhaps? Grey tones? Maybe I shall tribute it to Hades instead of Apollo this t-"
Meow.
Marietta stopped in her place. Her head tilted and eyes left the people, scanning the area for the source of the sound.
Meow. Meow.
Meeeow.
At the side of a building were a litter of kittens. The kittens all huddled together. Their skin was thin from hunger and their movements slow and weak. One was dead beside the litter, having succumbed faster than his siblings. The sight of humans dying saddened Marietta, but this was enough to tear her heart right in two. Morality be damned that she cared more right now for dead and dying kittens than for the human life before her. She could do nothing for those humans, and the humans had an ability to fend for themselves. These kittens had no one, no parent in sight, no food to be had not even the scraps left by waste. She could see to it that the had a warm home and filled belly. This was something that could be changed and changed immediately at that.
Marietta’s hand flitted over to her coin purse. She did not bother to count the drachmas as she just handed it to her servant, she brought with her to the market. “Fetch me a fish. And the waterskin.” Marietta ordered. Her eyes never left the poor creatures. She could see their bones. Tears stung her eyes at the sight of their mattered fur. She wanted to touch them, to hold and protect each of them, but she feared even a slight breeze would knock them over. Was this how people saw her sometimes? Small and weak, defenseless to the world around them.
The servant returned with fish to the market. What was the best way to feed them as to not risk the small kittens choking on minuscule fish bones. Surely they would devour it. “Rip it to small pieces.” Marietta ordered the servant as to not dirty her own hands.
Marietta was crouched sitting on her heels. She poured some water into a cupped hand, reaching out so the smallest kitten could drink. “Don’t you worry.” Marietta whispered to the kitten as it’s weak head licked the clean water. “The small is underestimated. They are seen as weak, as inferior, but little do they know the smallest are one of the strongest fighters. You’ll grow to be strong, kitten. You’ll be the strongest of them all.”
Meow.
It was dusty, it was dirty, it was real. Normally Sofia did her utmost to avoid areas like this unless she needed to make a purchase, especially during this wretched famine, but it was so rare that Marietta want to go on any sort of unplanned adventure that she’d had no choice but to oblige. There were so many beggars, so many skeletons with gaunt faces. She felt guilty, but beyond that, she felt ashamed. She was royal, after all, and proud to be, but why her? Why her over all these lost souls? A cosmic coin flip, and they were destined to starve while she was destined for fine clothes and a full belly. She trailed along beside her dear friend, desperately trying to put all the misery before her out of her mind. It would simply not do to dwell on such nonsense. This was just how it was, and anyhow, all she could do was sympathize. Sympathy helped no one.
“Navy sounds ni—” Sofia trailed off. Marietta was no longer listening, three steps behind with an odd look on her face. Sofia stopped too, sighing softly. There! There were so many clattering sounds on the street, but the pitiful mewing pierced through it all; she knew that the poor creatures would already be appealing straight to Marietta’s heart. Indeed, the fierceness in her friend was already rearing its head, taking charge of the situation.
While they waited on the servant, Sofia stood just out of reach, respecting the protective aura Marietta was building. She gazed down at the kittens, a small smile appearing on her face. “You’ll be alright,” she murmured, eyes lingering on each of them for a long moment. And they would be, for, unlike the people littering the streets, they could do something for these kittens. Most likely. Watching Marietta and her gentle way, Sofia felt moved to help, too, sinking slowly to a crouch and filling her own hands with water. This was a form of control, of knowing the limits of one’s power and using it to feel better about one’s own life. And maybe that was selfish, but what else was charity if not to better her own name and gain that warm feeling in the pit of her stomach?
“What will we do with them?” she asked, lifting her head to look at Marietta, who was already bonding with one of the creatures. Perhaps by feeding them, the pair was only prolonging their misery in this world. It was difficult to say, and yet Sofia felt a pang in her heart at the thought of these nearly lifeless bodies growing cold. There had to be more to be done.
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It was dusty, it was dirty, it was real. Normally Sofia did her utmost to avoid areas like this unless she needed to make a purchase, especially during this wretched famine, but it was so rare that Marietta want to go on any sort of unplanned adventure that she’d had no choice but to oblige. There were so many beggars, so many skeletons with gaunt faces. She felt guilty, but beyond that, she felt ashamed. She was royal, after all, and proud to be, but why her? Why her over all these lost souls? A cosmic coin flip, and they were destined to starve while she was destined for fine clothes and a full belly. She trailed along beside her dear friend, desperately trying to put all the misery before her out of her mind. It would simply not do to dwell on such nonsense. This was just how it was, and anyhow, all she could do was sympathize. Sympathy helped no one.
“Navy sounds ni—” Sofia trailed off. Marietta was no longer listening, three steps behind with an odd look on her face. Sofia stopped too, sighing softly. There! There were so many clattering sounds on the street, but the pitiful mewing pierced through it all; she knew that the poor creatures would already be appealing straight to Marietta’s heart. Indeed, the fierceness in her friend was already rearing its head, taking charge of the situation.
While they waited on the servant, Sofia stood just out of reach, respecting the protective aura Marietta was building. She gazed down at the kittens, a small smile appearing on her face. “You’ll be alright,” she murmured, eyes lingering on each of them for a long moment. And they would be, for, unlike the people littering the streets, they could do something for these kittens. Most likely. Watching Marietta and her gentle way, Sofia felt moved to help, too, sinking slowly to a crouch and filling her own hands with water. This was a form of control, of knowing the limits of one’s power and using it to feel better about one’s own life. And maybe that was selfish, but what else was charity if not to better her own name and gain that warm feeling in the pit of her stomach?
“What will we do with them?” she asked, lifting her head to look at Marietta, who was already bonding with one of the creatures. Perhaps by feeding them, the pair was only prolonging their misery in this world. It was difficult to say, and yet Sofia felt a pang in her heart at the thought of these nearly lifeless bodies growing cold. There had to be more to be done.
It was dusty, it was dirty, it was real. Normally Sofia did her utmost to avoid areas like this unless she needed to make a purchase, especially during this wretched famine, but it was so rare that Marietta want to go on any sort of unplanned adventure that she’d had no choice but to oblige. There were so many beggars, so many skeletons with gaunt faces. She felt guilty, but beyond that, she felt ashamed. She was royal, after all, and proud to be, but why her? Why her over all these lost souls? A cosmic coin flip, and they were destined to starve while she was destined for fine clothes and a full belly. She trailed along beside her dear friend, desperately trying to put all the misery before her out of her mind. It would simply not do to dwell on such nonsense. This was just how it was, and anyhow, all she could do was sympathize. Sympathy helped no one.
“Navy sounds ni—” Sofia trailed off. Marietta was no longer listening, three steps behind with an odd look on her face. Sofia stopped too, sighing softly. There! There were so many clattering sounds on the street, but the pitiful mewing pierced through it all; she knew that the poor creatures would already be appealing straight to Marietta’s heart. Indeed, the fierceness in her friend was already rearing its head, taking charge of the situation.
While they waited on the servant, Sofia stood just out of reach, respecting the protective aura Marietta was building. She gazed down at the kittens, a small smile appearing on her face. “You’ll be alright,” she murmured, eyes lingering on each of them for a long moment. And they would be, for, unlike the people littering the streets, they could do something for these kittens. Most likely. Watching Marietta and her gentle way, Sofia felt moved to help, too, sinking slowly to a crouch and filling her own hands with water. This was a form of control, of knowing the limits of one’s power and using it to feel better about one’s own life. And maybe that was selfish, but what else was charity if not to better her own name and gain that warm feeling in the pit of her stomach?
“What will we do with them?” she asked, lifting her head to look at Marietta, who was already bonding with one of the creatures. Perhaps by feeding them, the pair was only prolonging their misery in this world. It was difficult to say, and yet Sofia felt a pang in her heart at the thought of these nearly lifeless bodies growing cold. There had to be more to be done.
Danae was certainly not thrilled by the prospect of needing to spend the afternoon at the market with her older brother. After all, it wasn’t like Elias was the most pleasant company to be around -- Not when he was still insistent on the idea that Danae should give him her unwavering support like some sort of dog. Well, this Stravos was not keen to roll over and play dead like a good pup. She didn’t trust him. Not after everything that happened and she felt as if her doubts weren’t misplaced given Elias’s track record in recent months. After all, he had lost their family their nobility in recent months and then proceeded to publicly embarrass Danae in front of the Athenian court. The youngest Stravos would be a fool to not keep her brother at arm’s length after everything hat had happened. Danae just didn’t feel safe in the notion of putting her trust in him again until he proved through his actions that he was worthy of it.
This posed a problem for the Stravos. The whole family needed to put forth a united front and it would do the anchors no good to have two siblings locked into a bitter feud as they were both too stubborn to see things from the other’s point of view. Just ordering the two of them to get along wouldn’t work either. Not with both of them being as stubborn as a pair of headstrong mules. No, the wall between them would have to be brought down brick by brick. Danae didn’t know whose idea it had been to send them off to the market together and quite frankly she didn’t care. It was a terrible plan.
Danae just didn’t know how the two supposed to learn how to get along with a small retinue of guards surrounding them as they made their way through the market. It just felt far too fake for her, but she also knew that her opinions about this were not something that Elias was going to take into consideration. Nor was it likely that Circenia would be pleased if she heard that her daughter didn’t at least try to put some sort of effort into making this work. So, it seemed like her only option was to grin and bear it for now. Then when Elias was eventually the jerk that he always was, she’d be validated in her inability to trust her brother as he once again proved that he couldn’t tear himself away from a mirror to think about someone other than himself.
Or at least that had been the plan along with the general idea to keep redirecting Elias’s to the book vendors so this trip wouldn’t be a total waste of Danae’s time. However, that fell apart when they actually made it to the market and Danae had a glimpse of how dire things had gotten for the general masses. The girl was naturally a bit of a homebody, preferring to work in her room or alongside her father when he was in his office. She practically had to be dragged out of her home if Circenia wanted her to go anywhere and she had gotten lucky in the past week or so. Danae hadn’t been to the market in a while and she had been taken aback by how gaunt everyone looked. The young girl was suddenly very grateful that she had reached for her navy blue peplos (a short runner for her favorite outfit as of late) before leaving rather than the red and gold outfit she was normally seen in public wearing. She could tell from the angry stares that reminding everyone of who they were would have been a mistake this morning.
In truth, as the pair of siblings weaved their way through the stalls, engaging in small talk that truly meant nothing, Danae wasn’t entirely sure if she felt safe being at Elias’s side with such high tensions in the city. As they stopped to gaze at the umpteenth golden necklace, the girl silently wished that had fought harder to do something at either the Archontiko or the Palati -- anywhere would be better than here.
“More jewelry? What are you trying to do, bore me to death?” Danae said dryly as she forced the slightest smile onto her face. It was a rather forced attempt for her to crack a joke, which wasn’t helped by the fact that it wasn’t particularly funny, but Danae at least deserved credit for trying. The young girl wanted to move on and find something that was more attuned to her own interests, but it would be a moment before that would happen. Knowing this, Danae turned to glance about the market space to see there was a stall offering wares that she would take an interest in, but to her surprise, Danae caught sight of something far more peculiar instead.
Was that… Marietta and Sofia kneeling down on the street?
Danae blinked at the sight before her out of sheer confusion. She knew that Marietta was a bit unconventional and Sofia was just as headstrong as the Stravos girls, but even this seemed to be a bit much. After all, they were all in public with god knew how many people seeing the noble girls messing with something in the dirt like commoners! “Uh Elias?” Danae said quietly, trying to subtly call her brother’s attention to the sight, but she wasn’t sure if it worked. She hoped that it did though as the sixteen-year-old knew that her older brother might be able to make more sense of this than she would have been able to as the two girls had always been friends with the elder Stravos as Danae never felt that she could break through the age barrier that kept the girl out of Eli’s circles. They all knew each other, of course, given that they were all cousins, but it was just that they had always been closer to Elias than they had been with her.
Had she seen this scene at any other circumstances, she would have rolled her eyes and kept moving along. However, this was different. Not only was she bored out of her mind and eager for a chance to annoy Elias without doing anything that would actually get her in trouble, but also Circenia had been harping on her about the girl being rather standoffish when it came to dealing with other members of the court. Maybe if Circe thought that her daughter was making more of an effort in other places, she would be able to get away with avoiding another one of these bonding sessions with Elias.
At least that was the hope when Danae motioned for one of the guards to separate from the group with her as she made her way over to the two other girls. She thought about announcing her presence with a question about what on earth they were doing, but she paused when she saw that the Antonis and Marikas girls weren’t basically playing in the dirt, but instead fawning over… was that a kitten?
Even from this distance, Danae could see that it was a pitiful creature that was little more than skin and bone. Its fur was matted, signaling that it had been a while that they had received any sort of love or care-- if they ever had at all. Danae could also see a few more squirming bundles of fur on the ground beneath them with no momma cat in sight. The Stravos could feel her heartbreaking at the sight of them as some sort of weird nurturing instinct rose up in her, telling her to help. Danae had to admit that it was very weird as she never thought of herself as being one who had a soft spot for animals, but there was just something about this scene that drew her in. So much so that she had forgotten that she had not announced her presence just yet before asking the two girls who had their backs to her, “Can I hold one?”
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Danae was certainly not thrilled by the prospect of needing to spend the afternoon at the market with her older brother. After all, it wasn’t like Elias was the most pleasant company to be around -- Not when he was still insistent on the idea that Danae should give him her unwavering support like some sort of dog. Well, this Stravos was not keen to roll over and play dead like a good pup. She didn’t trust him. Not after everything that happened and she felt as if her doubts weren’t misplaced given Elias’s track record in recent months. After all, he had lost their family their nobility in recent months and then proceeded to publicly embarrass Danae in front of the Athenian court. The youngest Stravos would be a fool to not keep her brother at arm’s length after everything hat had happened. Danae just didn’t feel safe in the notion of putting her trust in him again until he proved through his actions that he was worthy of it.
This posed a problem for the Stravos. The whole family needed to put forth a united front and it would do the anchors no good to have two siblings locked into a bitter feud as they were both too stubborn to see things from the other’s point of view. Just ordering the two of them to get along wouldn’t work either. Not with both of them being as stubborn as a pair of headstrong mules. No, the wall between them would have to be brought down brick by brick. Danae didn’t know whose idea it had been to send them off to the market together and quite frankly she didn’t care. It was a terrible plan.
Danae just didn’t know how the two supposed to learn how to get along with a small retinue of guards surrounding them as they made their way through the market. It just felt far too fake for her, but she also knew that her opinions about this were not something that Elias was going to take into consideration. Nor was it likely that Circenia would be pleased if she heard that her daughter didn’t at least try to put some sort of effort into making this work. So, it seemed like her only option was to grin and bear it for now. Then when Elias was eventually the jerk that he always was, she’d be validated in her inability to trust her brother as he once again proved that he couldn’t tear himself away from a mirror to think about someone other than himself.
Or at least that had been the plan along with the general idea to keep redirecting Elias’s to the book vendors so this trip wouldn’t be a total waste of Danae’s time. However, that fell apart when they actually made it to the market and Danae had a glimpse of how dire things had gotten for the general masses. The girl was naturally a bit of a homebody, preferring to work in her room or alongside her father when he was in his office. She practically had to be dragged out of her home if Circenia wanted her to go anywhere and she had gotten lucky in the past week or so. Danae hadn’t been to the market in a while and she had been taken aback by how gaunt everyone looked. The young girl was suddenly very grateful that she had reached for her navy blue peplos (a short runner for her favorite outfit as of late) before leaving rather than the red and gold outfit she was normally seen in public wearing. She could tell from the angry stares that reminding everyone of who they were would have been a mistake this morning.
In truth, as the pair of siblings weaved their way through the stalls, engaging in small talk that truly meant nothing, Danae wasn’t entirely sure if she felt safe being at Elias’s side with such high tensions in the city. As they stopped to gaze at the umpteenth golden necklace, the girl silently wished that had fought harder to do something at either the Archontiko or the Palati -- anywhere would be better than here.
“More jewelry? What are you trying to do, bore me to death?” Danae said dryly as she forced the slightest smile onto her face. It was a rather forced attempt for her to crack a joke, which wasn’t helped by the fact that it wasn’t particularly funny, but Danae at least deserved credit for trying. The young girl wanted to move on and find something that was more attuned to her own interests, but it would be a moment before that would happen. Knowing this, Danae turned to glance about the market space to see there was a stall offering wares that she would take an interest in, but to her surprise, Danae caught sight of something far more peculiar instead.
Was that… Marietta and Sofia kneeling down on the street?
Danae blinked at the sight before her out of sheer confusion. She knew that Marietta was a bit unconventional and Sofia was just as headstrong as the Stravos girls, but even this seemed to be a bit much. After all, they were all in public with god knew how many people seeing the noble girls messing with something in the dirt like commoners! “Uh Elias?” Danae said quietly, trying to subtly call her brother’s attention to the sight, but she wasn’t sure if it worked. She hoped that it did though as the sixteen-year-old knew that her older brother might be able to make more sense of this than she would have been able to as the two girls had always been friends with the elder Stravos as Danae never felt that she could break through the age barrier that kept the girl out of Eli’s circles. They all knew each other, of course, given that they were all cousins, but it was just that they had always been closer to Elias than they had been with her.
Had she seen this scene at any other circumstances, she would have rolled her eyes and kept moving along. However, this was different. Not only was she bored out of her mind and eager for a chance to annoy Elias without doing anything that would actually get her in trouble, but also Circenia had been harping on her about the girl being rather standoffish when it came to dealing with other members of the court. Maybe if Circe thought that her daughter was making more of an effort in other places, she would be able to get away with avoiding another one of these bonding sessions with Elias.
At least that was the hope when Danae motioned for one of the guards to separate from the group with her as she made her way over to the two other girls. She thought about announcing her presence with a question about what on earth they were doing, but she paused when she saw that the Antonis and Marikas girls weren’t basically playing in the dirt, but instead fawning over… was that a kitten?
Even from this distance, Danae could see that it was a pitiful creature that was little more than skin and bone. Its fur was matted, signaling that it had been a while that they had received any sort of love or care-- if they ever had at all. Danae could also see a few more squirming bundles of fur on the ground beneath them with no momma cat in sight. The Stravos could feel her heartbreaking at the sight of them as some sort of weird nurturing instinct rose up in her, telling her to help. Danae had to admit that it was very weird as she never thought of herself as being one who had a soft spot for animals, but there was just something about this scene that drew her in. So much so that she had forgotten that she had not announced her presence just yet before asking the two girls who had their backs to her, “Can I hold one?”
Danae was certainly not thrilled by the prospect of needing to spend the afternoon at the market with her older brother. After all, it wasn’t like Elias was the most pleasant company to be around -- Not when he was still insistent on the idea that Danae should give him her unwavering support like some sort of dog. Well, this Stravos was not keen to roll over and play dead like a good pup. She didn’t trust him. Not after everything that happened and she felt as if her doubts weren’t misplaced given Elias’s track record in recent months. After all, he had lost their family their nobility in recent months and then proceeded to publicly embarrass Danae in front of the Athenian court. The youngest Stravos would be a fool to not keep her brother at arm’s length after everything hat had happened. Danae just didn’t feel safe in the notion of putting her trust in him again until he proved through his actions that he was worthy of it.
This posed a problem for the Stravos. The whole family needed to put forth a united front and it would do the anchors no good to have two siblings locked into a bitter feud as they were both too stubborn to see things from the other’s point of view. Just ordering the two of them to get along wouldn’t work either. Not with both of them being as stubborn as a pair of headstrong mules. No, the wall between them would have to be brought down brick by brick. Danae didn’t know whose idea it had been to send them off to the market together and quite frankly she didn’t care. It was a terrible plan.
Danae just didn’t know how the two supposed to learn how to get along with a small retinue of guards surrounding them as they made their way through the market. It just felt far too fake for her, but she also knew that her opinions about this were not something that Elias was going to take into consideration. Nor was it likely that Circenia would be pleased if she heard that her daughter didn’t at least try to put some sort of effort into making this work. So, it seemed like her only option was to grin and bear it for now. Then when Elias was eventually the jerk that he always was, she’d be validated in her inability to trust her brother as he once again proved that he couldn’t tear himself away from a mirror to think about someone other than himself.
Or at least that had been the plan along with the general idea to keep redirecting Elias’s to the book vendors so this trip wouldn’t be a total waste of Danae’s time. However, that fell apart when they actually made it to the market and Danae had a glimpse of how dire things had gotten for the general masses. The girl was naturally a bit of a homebody, preferring to work in her room or alongside her father when he was in his office. She practically had to be dragged out of her home if Circenia wanted her to go anywhere and she had gotten lucky in the past week or so. Danae hadn’t been to the market in a while and she had been taken aback by how gaunt everyone looked. The young girl was suddenly very grateful that she had reached for her navy blue peplos (a short runner for her favorite outfit as of late) before leaving rather than the red and gold outfit she was normally seen in public wearing. She could tell from the angry stares that reminding everyone of who they were would have been a mistake this morning.
In truth, as the pair of siblings weaved their way through the stalls, engaging in small talk that truly meant nothing, Danae wasn’t entirely sure if she felt safe being at Elias’s side with such high tensions in the city. As they stopped to gaze at the umpteenth golden necklace, the girl silently wished that had fought harder to do something at either the Archontiko or the Palati -- anywhere would be better than here.
“More jewelry? What are you trying to do, bore me to death?” Danae said dryly as she forced the slightest smile onto her face. It was a rather forced attempt for her to crack a joke, which wasn’t helped by the fact that it wasn’t particularly funny, but Danae at least deserved credit for trying. The young girl wanted to move on and find something that was more attuned to her own interests, but it would be a moment before that would happen. Knowing this, Danae turned to glance about the market space to see there was a stall offering wares that she would take an interest in, but to her surprise, Danae caught sight of something far more peculiar instead.
Was that… Marietta and Sofia kneeling down on the street?
Danae blinked at the sight before her out of sheer confusion. She knew that Marietta was a bit unconventional and Sofia was just as headstrong as the Stravos girls, but even this seemed to be a bit much. After all, they were all in public with god knew how many people seeing the noble girls messing with something in the dirt like commoners! “Uh Elias?” Danae said quietly, trying to subtly call her brother’s attention to the sight, but she wasn’t sure if it worked. She hoped that it did though as the sixteen-year-old knew that her older brother might be able to make more sense of this than she would have been able to as the two girls had always been friends with the elder Stravos as Danae never felt that she could break through the age barrier that kept the girl out of Eli’s circles. They all knew each other, of course, given that they were all cousins, but it was just that they had always been closer to Elias than they had been with her.
Had she seen this scene at any other circumstances, she would have rolled her eyes and kept moving along. However, this was different. Not only was she bored out of her mind and eager for a chance to annoy Elias without doing anything that would actually get her in trouble, but also Circenia had been harping on her about the girl being rather standoffish when it came to dealing with other members of the court. Maybe if Circe thought that her daughter was making more of an effort in other places, she would be able to get away with avoiding another one of these bonding sessions with Elias.
At least that was the hope when Danae motioned for one of the guards to separate from the group with her as she made her way over to the two other girls. She thought about announcing her presence with a question about what on earth they were doing, but she paused when she saw that the Antonis and Marikas girls weren’t basically playing in the dirt, but instead fawning over… was that a kitten?
Even from this distance, Danae could see that it was a pitiful creature that was little more than skin and bone. Its fur was matted, signaling that it had been a while that they had received any sort of love or care-- if they ever had at all. Danae could also see a few more squirming bundles of fur on the ground beneath them with no momma cat in sight. The Stravos could feel her heartbreaking at the sight of them as some sort of weird nurturing instinct rose up in her, telling her to help. Danae had to admit that it was very weird as she never thought of herself as being one who had a soft spot for animals, but there was just something about this scene that drew her in. So much so that she had forgotten that she had not announced her presence just yet before asking the two girls who had their backs to her, “Can I hold one?”
The company Elias of Stravos kept was often more significant than this.
The Headlord of Stravos did not regret his treatment of his sister in the court. She deserved to feel some sort of reprimand for her actions, given that his mother would've never done so of her own accord. After that meeting, he'd defended his action to the matriarch of the Stravos family and even now still believed it to be the correct approach. But now, he was paying for it by being compelled to go to the market with Danae. For what cause? Nothing but a bit of sibling bonding time in the most public and vulnerable sort of space for doing so. He'd rather have taken her to the palace, but it was sensible, at the very least. Seeing Elias pass time with his sister only did him a service, the nobility of the court could see as they passed by, or heard tell of Elias and Danae of Stravos as siblings that cared for one another.
It wasn't false, at least on the brother's part. He cared for Danae, having seen the young girl's birth and her coming of age to womanhood. She was intelligent, even if she proved time and time again that she had no ability to use it for the common good of the family. Selfish, loathsome, inept socially. Only the first was a thing that Elias of Stravos shared with her, and it was that commonality that perhaps could give way to some form of understanding. But, then she spoke aloud, scoffing at the notion of being in front of a jewelry stall and he could already begin his anger coming to rise. How was it that young women so near in age as Danae and Evi could be so utterly different? Where one was beautiful and proud the other was almost mangy, unable to pass even a moment outside of her comfort zone.
"Maybe," he told her, at last the smirk curving his lips as he let his fingers draw along a silver circlet. He took that and a set of rings, intent on giving the first item to Evi as a gift before he noticed that Danae's attention was drifting along to something else. Elias didn't blame her. If he hadn't found some sort of purpose in this, then it would be nothing more than superficial nonsense and a failed effort at getting individuals with only a name in common to get some sort of better graces. But, no. There was nothing in the moment that could get him to accept his sister as anything but some naive girl trying to step her toes into the territory of males. And there was little he could do save for perhaps taking the throne of Athenia that would convince Danae that he deserved it.
It's crossing a lake of fire, he ruminated before he said,
"It's just a little while longer. Then, you can --" he cut himself off as he caught the same thing his sister was looking at. Immediately, revulsion hit upon his senses as he saw two royal women bent on their knees like common whores. The poors stepped on these grounds with these uncovered feet and their grimy disposition. It was disgusting, and he couldn't help himself but be curious about the nature of their inclined position. He knew who the two were immediately, of course. It was his best friend and her other best friend, Marietta of Antonis and Sofia of Marikas. He'd been keeping his distance from the former, intent on keeping her away from the scrutiny he was under. He sought both to protect her and insulate himself, intent on keeping his meetings with others (save for her sister, meetings that of course he kept secret) to a minimum.
Then, he saw the cause. A litter of abandoned kittens, creatures who rolled around in the dirt and looked a part of it. Abandoned and left alone, certainly the creatures would perish without some sort of pity given to them. It wasn't Elias' problem, but as he looked to Danae to gauge her reaction, he could see the girl's heart breaking in the look in her eyes. Danae had never taken the lessons he had, in both acting and as a politician, to keep emotions under check at all times. While the lord truly didn't feel anything for these creatures, he saw an opportunity when it came. Where Danae had to ask for permission, the Headlord plucked a kitten from the ground, making sure not to place his knees on the surface as he cradled a kitten and brought it up for his sister to take.
Once she did, he was keep to look over his digits and make sure there were no stray hairs on the skin. It wouldn't do for him to at any point to look anything but pristine, and he rose to his feet before he asked,
"What do the two of you plan to do with them?" He suffused just a hint of concern into his voice.
It wasn't that he cared so much as he sought to make his sister think he did. If it was as simple as an animal without a home to break through the aether of this girl's brain, then he'd do it if only to get his mother off his back.
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The company Elias of Stravos kept was often more significant than this.
The Headlord of Stravos did not regret his treatment of his sister in the court. She deserved to feel some sort of reprimand for her actions, given that his mother would've never done so of her own accord. After that meeting, he'd defended his action to the matriarch of the Stravos family and even now still believed it to be the correct approach. But now, he was paying for it by being compelled to go to the market with Danae. For what cause? Nothing but a bit of sibling bonding time in the most public and vulnerable sort of space for doing so. He'd rather have taken her to the palace, but it was sensible, at the very least. Seeing Elias pass time with his sister only did him a service, the nobility of the court could see as they passed by, or heard tell of Elias and Danae of Stravos as siblings that cared for one another.
It wasn't false, at least on the brother's part. He cared for Danae, having seen the young girl's birth and her coming of age to womanhood. She was intelligent, even if she proved time and time again that she had no ability to use it for the common good of the family. Selfish, loathsome, inept socially. Only the first was a thing that Elias of Stravos shared with her, and it was that commonality that perhaps could give way to some form of understanding. But, then she spoke aloud, scoffing at the notion of being in front of a jewelry stall and he could already begin his anger coming to rise. How was it that young women so near in age as Danae and Evi could be so utterly different? Where one was beautiful and proud the other was almost mangy, unable to pass even a moment outside of her comfort zone.
"Maybe," he told her, at last the smirk curving his lips as he let his fingers draw along a silver circlet. He took that and a set of rings, intent on giving the first item to Evi as a gift before he noticed that Danae's attention was drifting along to something else. Elias didn't blame her. If he hadn't found some sort of purpose in this, then it would be nothing more than superficial nonsense and a failed effort at getting individuals with only a name in common to get some sort of better graces. But, no. There was nothing in the moment that could get him to accept his sister as anything but some naive girl trying to step her toes into the territory of males. And there was little he could do save for perhaps taking the throne of Athenia that would convince Danae that he deserved it.
It's crossing a lake of fire, he ruminated before he said,
"It's just a little while longer. Then, you can --" he cut himself off as he caught the same thing his sister was looking at. Immediately, revulsion hit upon his senses as he saw two royal women bent on their knees like common whores. The poors stepped on these grounds with these uncovered feet and their grimy disposition. It was disgusting, and he couldn't help himself but be curious about the nature of their inclined position. He knew who the two were immediately, of course. It was his best friend and her other best friend, Marietta of Antonis and Sofia of Marikas. He'd been keeping his distance from the former, intent on keeping her away from the scrutiny he was under. He sought both to protect her and insulate himself, intent on keeping his meetings with others (save for her sister, meetings that of course he kept secret) to a minimum.
Then, he saw the cause. A litter of abandoned kittens, creatures who rolled around in the dirt and looked a part of it. Abandoned and left alone, certainly the creatures would perish without some sort of pity given to them. It wasn't Elias' problem, but as he looked to Danae to gauge her reaction, he could see the girl's heart breaking in the look in her eyes. Danae had never taken the lessons he had, in both acting and as a politician, to keep emotions under check at all times. While the lord truly didn't feel anything for these creatures, he saw an opportunity when it came. Where Danae had to ask for permission, the Headlord plucked a kitten from the ground, making sure not to place his knees on the surface as he cradled a kitten and brought it up for his sister to take.
Once she did, he was keep to look over his digits and make sure there were no stray hairs on the skin. It wouldn't do for him to at any point to look anything but pristine, and he rose to his feet before he asked,
"What do the two of you plan to do with them?" He suffused just a hint of concern into his voice.
It wasn't that he cared so much as he sought to make his sister think he did. If it was as simple as an animal without a home to break through the aether of this girl's brain, then he'd do it if only to get his mother off his back.
The company Elias of Stravos kept was often more significant than this.
The Headlord of Stravos did not regret his treatment of his sister in the court. She deserved to feel some sort of reprimand for her actions, given that his mother would've never done so of her own accord. After that meeting, he'd defended his action to the matriarch of the Stravos family and even now still believed it to be the correct approach. But now, he was paying for it by being compelled to go to the market with Danae. For what cause? Nothing but a bit of sibling bonding time in the most public and vulnerable sort of space for doing so. He'd rather have taken her to the palace, but it was sensible, at the very least. Seeing Elias pass time with his sister only did him a service, the nobility of the court could see as they passed by, or heard tell of Elias and Danae of Stravos as siblings that cared for one another.
It wasn't false, at least on the brother's part. He cared for Danae, having seen the young girl's birth and her coming of age to womanhood. She was intelligent, even if she proved time and time again that she had no ability to use it for the common good of the family. Selfish, loathsome, inept socially. Only the first was a thing that Elias of Stravos shared with her, and it was that commonality that perhaps could give way to some form of understanding. But, then she spoke aloud, scoffing at the notion of being in front of a jewelry stall and he could already begin his anger coming to rise. How was it that young women so near in age as Danae and Evi could be so utterly different? Where one was beautiful and proud the other was almost mangy, unable to pass even a moment outside of her comfort zone.
"Maybe," he told her, at last the smirk curving his lips as he let his fingers draw along a silver circlet. He took that and a set of rings, intent on giving the first item to Evi as a gift before he noticed that Danae's attention was drifting along to something else. Elias didn't blame her. If he hadn't found some sort of purpose in this, then it would be nothing more than superficial nonsense and a failed effort at getting individuals with only a name in common to get some sort of better graces. But, no. There was nothing in the moment that could get him to accept his sister as anything but some naive girl trying to step her toes into the territory of males. And there was little he could do save for perhaps taking the throne of Athenia that would convince Danae that he deserved it.
It's crossing a lake of fire, he ruminated before he said,
"It's just a little while longer. Then, you can --" he cut himself off as he caught the same thing his sister was looking at. Immediately, revulsion hit upon his senses as he saw two royal women bent on their knees like common whores. The poors stepped on these grounds with these uncovered feet and their grimy disposition. It was disgusting, and he couldn't help himself but be curious about the nature of their inclined position. He knew who the two were immediately, of course. It was his best friend and her other best friend, Marietta of Antonis and Sofia of Marikas. He'd been keeping his distance from the former, intent on keeping her away from the scrutiny he was under. He sought both to protect her and insulate himself, intent on keeping his meetings with others (save for her sister, meetings that of course he kept secret) to a minimum.
Then, he saw the cause. A litter of abandoned kittens, creatures who rolled around in the dirt and looked a part of it. Abandoned and left alone, certainly the creatures would perish without some sort of pity given to them. It wasn't Elias' problem, but as he looked to Danae to gauge her reaction, he could see the girl's heart breaking in the look in her eyes. Danae had never taken the lessons he had, in both acting and as a politician, to keep emotions under check at all times. While the lord truly didn't feel anything for these creatures, he saw an opportunity when it came. Where Danae had to ask for permission, the Headlord plucked a kitten from the ground, making sure not to place his knees on the surface as he cradled a kitten and brought it up for his sister to take.
Once she did, he was keep to look over his digits and make sure there were no stray hairs on the skin. It wouldn't do for him to at any point to look anything but pristine, and he rose to his feet before he asked,
"What do the two of you plan to do with them?" He suffused just a hint of concern into his voice.
It wasn't that he cared so much as he sought to make his sister think he did. If it was as simple as an animal without a home to break through the aether of this girl's brain, then he'd do it if only to get his mother off his back.
The two kittens nearest to Marietta craned their neck. Their rough tongues lapped at the water in her hands. Her heart broke for them. The matted fur, the skeletal appearance, Marietta had to do something for them more than feeding them now. She couldn’t take the entire litter though, nor could Sofia. Marietta could maybe take two, but her family would have a fit if she brought more than that. Perhaps, though, a third could be smuggled in for Evi. Her sister did love animals. Hebe, however, could be a problem. She had lynxes that would one day grow large and pose a danger to these kittens.
There were seven babies that needed a home, and Marietta could only guarantee one for two of them. All over again her heart broke. How could she sentence four to die and two to live? Before Marietta could ponder this any further, a voice startled her, causing her to jump. “Oh, Lady Danae! Lord Elias!” Marietta hadn’t expected either of them to be here today. Honestly, Marietta hadn’t seen Elias at all these past few months. “Oh we w-”
Marietta cut off as one of the kittens, by far the largest on the litter, moved from its siblings. He wandered over to Elias and rubbed his head against him, with a soft mew.
“Aww!” Marietta said with wide eyes filled with jealousy. They then went to Danae who was holding a kitten in her hands. Perhaps these two were the solution that was needed that could save all of these kittens. Marietta didn’t have to play judge, jury, and executioner deeming which animal was worthy and which would have to succumb to hunger and thirst.
These kittens had hope all because of the generous hearts of the four royals that happened upon them. The poors around them had ignored these creatures, who were defenseless and in dire need of help. These four, however, could right that wrong that clearly the peasants will not. It was selfish, really, Marietta thought to herself. If they ask so much from royals, but they do not give to beings lesser than them, then what gives them the right to want?
“We should take some home.” Marietta said, looking between the other three. “I can take three. Evi would love a kitten, and I could handle two. We would be heroes if we saved these kittens from the dangers of the streets. It’s the least we can do.” They were duty-bound to protect these cats.
“What do you three think?” Marietta’s eyes were gleaming with excitement and happiness. “I can’t just sentence them to die. We all should do our part. And they’re all so friendly. .” Marietta’s eyes flickered to Sofia. “Oh, oh! I can talk about something other than painting too. Hebe talks about her lynxes all the time.” This, perhaps, was an unusual thing for a girl to say aloud, but so rarely did Marietta have anything else of interest to draw upon when speaking with strangers. Maybe talking about animals will garner their attention more. People loved adorable things after all.
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The two kittens nearest to Marietta craned their neck. Their rough tongues lapped at the water in her hands. Her heart broke for them. The matted fur, the skeletal appearance, Marietta had to do something for them more than feeding them now. She couldn’t take the entire litter though, nor could Sofia. Marietta could maybe take two, but her family would have a fit if she brought more than that. Perhaps, though, a third could be smuggled in for Evi. Her sister did love animals. Hebe, however, could be a problem. She had lynxes that would one day grow large and pose a danger to these kittens.
There were seven babies that needed a home, and Marietta could only guarantee one for two of them. All over again her heart broke. How could she sentence four to die and two to live? Before Marietta could ponder this any further, a voice startled her, causing her to jump. “Oh, Lady Danae! Lord Elias!” Marietta hadn’t expected either of them to be here today. Honestly, Marietta hadn’t seen Elias at all these past few months. “Oh we w-”
Marietta cut off as one of the kittens, by far the largest on the litter, moved from its siblings. He wandered over to Elias and rubbed his head against him, with a soft mew.
“Aww!” Marietta said with wide eyes filled with jealousy. They then went to Danae who was holding a kitten in her hands. Perhaps these two were the solution that was needed that could save all of these kittens. Marietta didn’t have to play judge, jury, and executioner deeming which animal was worthy and which would have to succumb to hunger and thirst.
These kittens had hope all because of the generous hearts of the four royals that happened upon them. The poors around them had ignored these creatures, who were defenseless and in dire need of help. These four, however, could right that wrong that clearly the peasants will not. It was selfish, really, Marietta thought to herself. If they ask so much from royals, but they do not give to beings lesser than them, then what gives them the right to want?
“We should take some home.” Marietta said, looking between the other three. “I can take three. Evi would love a kitten, and I could handle two. We would be heroes if we saved these kittens from the dangers of the streets. It’s the least we can do.” They were duty-bound to protect these cats.
“What do you three think?” Marietta’s eyes were gleaming with excitement and happiness. “I can’t just sentence them to die. We all should do our part. And they’re all so friendly. .” Marietta’s eyes flickered to Sofia. “Oh, oh! I can talk about something other than painting too. Hebe talks about her lynxes all the time.” This, perhaps, was an unusual thing for a girl to say aloud, but so rarely did Marietta have anything else of interest to draw upon when speaking with strangers. Maybe talking about animals will garner their attention more. People loved adorable things after all.
The two kittens nearest to Marietta craned their neck. Their rough tongues lapped at the water in her hands. Her heart broke for them. The matted fur, the skeletal appearance, Marietta had to do something for them more than feeding them now. She couldn’t take the entire litter though, nor could Sofia. Marietta could maybe take two, but her family would have a fit if she brought more than that. Perhaps, though, a third could be smuggled in for Evi. Her sister did love animals. Hebe, however, could be a problem. She had lynxes that would one day grow large and pose a danger to these kittens.
There were seven babies that needed a home, and Marietta could only guarantee one for two of them. All over again her heart broke. How could she sentence four to die and two to live? Before Marietta could ponder this any further, a voice startled her, causing her to jump. “Oh, Lady Danae! Lord Elias!” Marietta hadn’t expected either of them to be here today. Honestly, Marietta hadn’t seen Elias at all these past few months. “Oh we w-”
Marietta cut off as one of the kittens, by far the largest on the litter, moved from its siblings. He wandered over to Elias and rubbed his head against him, with a soft mew.
“Aww!” Marietta said with wide eyes filled with jealousy. They then went to Danae who was holding a kitten in her hands. Perhaps these two were the solution that was needed that could save all of these kittens. Marietta didn’t have to play judge, jury, and executioner deeming which animal was worthy and which would have to succumb to hunger and thirst.
These kittens had hope all because of the generous hearts of the four royals that happened upon them. The poors around them had ignored these creatures, who were defenseless and in dire need of help. These four, however, could right that wrong that clearly the peasants will not. It was selfish, really, Marietta thought to herself. If they ask so much from royals, but they do not give to beings lesser than them, then what gives them the right to want?
“We should take some home.” Marietta said, looking between the other three. “I can take three. Evi would love a kitten, and I could handle two. We would be heroes if we saved these kittens from the dangers of the streets. It’s the least we can do.” They were duty-bound to protect these cats.
“What do you three think?” Marietta’s eyes were gleaming with excitement and happiness. “I can’t just sentence them to die. We all should do our part. And they’re all so friendly. .” Marietta’s eyes flickered to Sofia. “Oh, oh! I can talk about something other than painting too. Hebe talks about her lynxes all the time.” This, perhaps, was an unusual thing for a girl to say aloud, but so rarely did Marietta have anything else of interest to draw upon when speaking with strangers. Maybe talking about animals will garner their attention more. People loved adorable things after all.
It was a pitiful sight, truly. Two royal women, kneeling in the dirt with scrawny, mewling kittens. Sofia knew how they must look, and even had the decency to look embarrassed at the sound of Stravos voices approaching. Elias and Danae? How embarrassing. Danae, she thought, might take a liking to their cause, but Elias was sure to look down upon them, both literally and figuratively. Hoping to avoid a prolonged look of judgment in his eyes, Sofia rose quickly to her feet to face the royal siblings, squirming kitten clutched in her arms. “Lord Elias, Lady Danae,” she mimicked Marietta’s greeting in a murmur, hoping the vibrations from her voice would soothe the stressed creature against her breast.
Sofia let Marietta do most of the talking this time. Her friend was the one with the gentle instincts, anyway. Perhaps her enthusiastic manner would be plaintive enough to earn the other kittens a home. As Etta was saying, the two of them could hardly save seven kittens alone. Though, by the look on Danae’s face, the younger girl would hardly take much convincing. As for Sofia herself… well, she was coming around to the idea of bringing home a kitten much more quickly than she would have thought.
She thought for a moment, meeting Marietta’s eyes and then staring down at the kitten in her own arms. Like its siblings, this one was mostly white, with unique brown and orange marks across its head and back. A quick check told her that it was a he, and he had resumed his pitiful mewling, staring up at her with half-lidded green eyes, not so different from her own. The last bit of her resolve broke. Marietta was right; they had a duty to save these poor creatures. There was little they could do for their starving kingdom, but taking care of kittens? Well, that was, in fact, the least they could do.
“I’d be glad to care for this one,” she said at last, giving the little animal a gentle scratch between the ears. Something about the fuzzy, weak creature stimulated her protective instincts, usually reserved for friends and family. Sofia was far from soft-hearted on most occasions, preferring to live strong and free, but how could she say no to this kitten’s little face and leave him in the dust to die? In fact, she was so enamored with the bundle in her arms that she almost forgot to be offended that Marietta seemed to think she would be indifferent about these little balls of fluff. So indifferent that she had to leverage conversation topics. Grinning slightly, though, Sofia knew it would be nice to get a break from the recipes for paints and techniques for positioning a model. “Your paintings are wonderful, Etta, do you think I don’t want to hear your brilliant mind at work?” she teased, glancing at the Stravos siblings with arched brows. Her mind was already made up, now it was up to Danae to convince her brother.
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It was a pitiful sight, truly. Two royal women, kneeling in the dirt with scrawny, mewling kittens. Sofia knew how they must look, and even had the decency to look embarrassed at the sound of Stravos voices approaching. Elias and Danae? How embarrassing. Danae, she thought, might take a liking to their cause, but Elias was sure to look down upon them, both literally and figuratively. Hoping to avoid a prolonged look of judgment in his eyes, Sofia rose quickly to her feet to face the royal siblings, squirming kitten clutched in her arms. “Lord Elias, Lady Danae,” she mimicked Marietta’s greeting in a murmur, hoping the vibrations from her voice would soothe the stressed creature against her breast.
Sofia let Marietta do most of the talking this time. Her friend was the one with the gentle instincts, anyway. Perhaps her enthusiastic manner would be plaintive enough to earn the other kittens a home. As Etta was saying, the two of them could hardly save seven kittens alone. Though, by the look on Danae’s face, the younger girl would hardly take much convincing. As for Sofia herself… well, she was coming around to the idea of bringing home a kitten much more quickly than she would have thought.
She thought for a moment, meeting Marietta’s eyes and then staring down at the kitten in her own arms. Like its siblings, this one was mostly white, with unique brown and orange marks across its head and back. A quick check told her that it was a he, and he had resumed his pitiful mewling, staring up at her with half-lidded green eyes, not so different from her own. The last bit of her resolve broke. Marietta was right; they had a duty to save these poor creatures. There was little they could do for their starving kingdom, but taking care of kittens? Well, that was, in fact, the least they could do.
“I’d be glad to care for this one,” she said at last, giving the little animal a gentle scratch between the ears. Something about the fuzzy, weak creature stimulated her protective instincts, usually reserved for friends and family. Sofia was far from soft-hearted on most occasions, preferring to live strong and free, but how could she say no to this kitten’s little face and leave him in the dust to die? In fact, she was so enamored with the bundle in her arms that she almost forgot to be offended that Marietta seemed to think she would be indifferent about these little balls of fluff. So indifferent that she had to leverage conversation topics. Grinning slightly, though, Sofia knew it would be nice to get a break from the recipes for paints and techniques for positioning a model. “Your paintings are wonderful, Etta, do you think I don’t want to hear your brilliant mind at work?” she teased, glancing at the Stravos siblings with arched brows. Her mind was already made up, now it was up to Danae to convince her brother.
It was a pitiful sight, truly. Two royal women, kneeling in the dirt with scrawny, mewling kittens. Sofia knew how they must look, and even had the decency to look embarrassed at the sound of Stravos voices approaching. Elias and Danae? How embarrassing. Danae, she thought, might take a liking to their cause, but Elias was sure to look down upon them, both literally and figuratively. Hoping to avoid a prolonged look of judgment in his eyes, Sofia rose quickly to her feet to face the royal siblings, squirming kitten clutched in her arms. “Lord Elias, Lady Danae,” she mimicked Marietta’s greeting in a murmur, hoping the vibrations from her voice would soothe the stressed creature against her breast.
Sofia let Marietta do most of the talking this time. Her friend was the one with the gentle instincts, anyway. Perhaps her enthusiastic manner would be plaintive enough to earn the other kittens a home. As Etta was saying, the two of them could hardly save seven kittens alone. Though, by the look on Danae’s face, the younger girl would hardly take much convincing. As for Sofia herself… well, she was coming around to the idea of bringing home a kitten much more quickly than she would have thought.
She thought for a moment, meeting Marietta’s eyes and then staring down at the kitten in her own arms. Like its siblings, this one was mostly white, with unique brown and orange marks across its head and back. A quick check told her that it was a he, and he had resumed his pitiful mewling, staring up at her with half-lidded green eyes, not so different from her own. The last bit of her resolve broke. Marietta was right; they had a duty to save these poor creatures. There was little they could do for their starving kingdom, but taking care of kittens? Well, that was, in fact, the least they could do.
“I’d be glad to care for this one,” she said at last, giving the little animal a gentle scratch between the ears. Something about the fuzzy, weak creature stimulated her protective instincts, usually reserved for friends and family. Sofia was far from soft-hearted on most occasions, preferring to live strong and free, but how could she say no to this kitten’s little face and leave him in the dust to die? In fact, she was so enamored with the bundle in her arms that she almost forgot to be offended that Marietta seemed to think she would be indifferent about these little balls of fluff. So indifferent that she had to leverage conversation topics. Grinning slightly, though, Sofia knew it would be nice to get a break from the recipes for paints and techniques for positioning a model. “Your paintings are wonderful, Etta, do you think I don’t want to hear your brilliant mind at work?” she teased, glancing at the Stravos siblings with arched brows. Her mind was already made up, now it was up to Danae to convince her brother.
Danae was rather surprised by her brother’s actions when he finally was able to pull himself away from the shiny trinkets and pay attention to the girl who had wandered off. In all honesty, when the young Stravos had meandered over to Marietta and Sofia, she had expected to cuddle with a kitten for a moment before Elias would grow tired of waiting around for her. She would be called back to the boring task of pretending to take an interest in the wares that caught her brother’s eyes while utterly ignoring the ones that carried the items that she would be interested in.
However, it appeared that Elias had other plans as he not only joined the other girls but also scooped up a cat from off the ground for her. She wasn’t sure how to react when the mostly white kitten with orange and grey speckling was plopped into her arms. Granted, she was quick to get a firm grip on the kitten so it wouldn’t wriggle out of her grasp as she wasn’t some sort of simpleton who didn’t know how to hold an animal -- though if you asked Elias, he would probably say otherwise. Instead, the confusion came from how to respond to him doing such a simple thing. On the surface, it didn’t make sense as this was the sort of thing that was fairly simple and straightforward that it shouldn’t take an extra moment of thought, but this was an act of kindness coming from Elias. The same man who only a scant few weeks ago thought nothing of embarrassing her in front of the entire court for the crime of not understanding the subversion that was occurring around her. Not to mention the countless other little things that had tarnished the relationship between the two youngest Stravoses possibly beyond repair. Elias wasn’t the sort to do kind things when it came to Danae.
As confused as the girl was, Danae couldn’t allow herself to dwell greatly on the conundrum because of the two other girls that were here with them. After all, the whole point of this market trip was to publicly heal the divide that had formed at the court session. Having the sixteen-year-old question her brother on something that really did not deserve this much thought would be a bit counterproductive to the image that Circenia was forcing the siblings to send.
So, forcing herself to let the questions go, Danae was quick to murmur a quick note of gratitude to her brother, “Thank you.” She wasn’t sure if he heard it though as he quizzed the other girls on what they were going to do with the seven kittens that were now unexpectedly in the young nobles’ care. Danae didn’t pay much mind to the Antonis girl outlining her plan as she was far too distracted by the little furball in her arms. It must have been an odd sight to see the normally grumpy girl practically melt as she scratched behind the kitten’s ear -- causing it to purr. A small giggle snuck out of her as Sofia spoke next, leaving poor Danae completely unaware of the assumption that was forming around her that the Stravos siblings would fill the gap and provide homes for the last three kittens.
Or at least she was unaware until everyone’s eyes were boring into her, waiting to hear her thoughts on this plan.
With her innate anxieties making her acutely aware of the moment that the other two girls turned to her. The youngest of the group immediately flushed a bright red as that familiar and stifling feeling that came with being the center of attention rose up within her. She didn’t know what to say as, yes, there was a part of her that was on board with taking this kitten home and saving the cat from certain death on the streets. However, this uncharacteristically compassionate side was at war with her omnipresent logical side. Danae knew that animals of any kind were a lot of work and the girl could expect that she would receive little help from her family or the staff as they all had other things to concern themselves with than the wellbeing of one cat… let alone multiple kittens as it wouldn’t be fair to just leave the last one to die as there was no way Elias would take it in. Plus there were other factors that Danae couldn’t truly comprehend in the heat of the moment; like her father’s dogs. They were trained to hunt and attack anything smaller than them. These kittens would quickly become lunch if they were to get anywhere near them.
All of the logic of this moment told her that she should refuse and walk away from the cats before they got her into a world of trouble, but there was something that was much more powerful that was overriding this. Danae was lonely. In the wake of the Senate meeting, the court fiasco, and the new family plan of her father leaving them to support that wretched swan, the girl cloaked in the realization that she had no one she could turn to. Her father betrayed them. Her mother always favored Elias. Her siblings have always hated her. The concept of friends was almost non-existent in her world. As sad as it was, this kitten that was curled up in the young girl’s arm was already beginning to fill that gap within her by just reacting warmly to the girl. In this very moment, Elias could tell her ‘no, that this was a horrible idea’ and she wouldn’t hand that kitten over. Whether her logic agreed with her or not, this kitten was going home with her.
Letting the emotional side of her take control, the girl nodded and pulled the kitten in her arms a bit closer to her chest. This notion was affirmed with her saying, “Yes, I think I can give this little guy a home.” As she spoke, the girl scratched behind the kitten’s ear again, pulling a little purr out of him which made the young girl beam in response. However, it quickly faded as she remembered who was next to her and the thoughts he might have on the whole matter. As Danae noted earlier, Elias was not exactly known for his kindness towards the youngest of the Stravos brood and his position of Head of House meant that he could feasibly wield a decent amount of power to veto her decision if he either thought that it was a poor one or he was just feeling particularly spiteful. Not that she would fully listen to him after everything he had done to her in the past few weeks, but it wasn’t like she could kick up a fuss here either.
“What do you think Eli?” Danae asked her brother cautiously as she hugged the kitten a bit closer to her chest, “Maybe you can bring one to Emilia and I can take another one to Chara?” Her suggestion was based on the assumption that Elias wouldn’t want to take any of the kittens for himself and the girl quietly knew that Elias was trying to isolate and manipulate the princess. A charming new pet would certainly do the trick in that regard. As for Chara? It was unlikely that their older sister would accept such a gift, but even then it was far more likely just by how quickly Danae had bonded with the kitten that she as holding that this kitten’s sibling would be just as much of a fixture in Danae’s life as the one she was holding was bound to be.
However, that all depended on her brother agreeing, didn’t it?
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Danae was rather surprised by her brother’s actions when he finally was able to pull himself away from the shiny trinkets and pay attention to the girl who had wandered off. In all honesty, when the young Stravos had meandered over to Marietta and Sofia, she had expected to cuddle with a kitten for a moment before Elias would grow tired of waiting around for her. She would be called back to the boring task of pretending to take an interest in the wares that caught her brother’s eyes while utterly ignoring the ones that carried the items that she would be interested in.
However, it appeared that Elias had other plans as he not only joined the other girls but also scooped up a cat from off the ground for her. She wasn’t sure how to react when the mostly white kitten with orange and grey speckling was plopped into her arms. Granted, she was quick to get a firm grip on the kitten so it wouldn’t wriggle out of her grasp as she wasn’t some sort of simpleton who didn’t know how to hold an animal -- though if you asked Elias, he would probably say otherwise. Instead, the confusion came from how to respond to him doing such a simple thing. On the surface, it didn’t make sense as this was the sort of thing that was fairly simple and straightforward that it shouldn’t take an extra moment of thought, but this was an act of kindness coming from Elias. The same man who only a scant few weeks ago thought nothing of embarrassing her in front of the entire court for the crime of not understanding the subversion that was occurring around her. Not to mention the countless other little things that had tarnished the relationship between the two youngest Stravoses possibly beyond repair. Elias wasn’t the sort to do kind things when it came to Danae.
As confused as the girl was, Danae couldn’t allow herself to dwell greatly on the conundrum because of the two other girls that were here with them. After all, the whole point of this market trip was to publicly heal the divide that had formed at the court session. Having the sixteen-year-old question her brother on something that really did not deserve this much thought would be a bit counterproductive to the image that Circenia was forcing the siblings to send.
So, forcing herself to let the questions go, Danae was quick to murmur a quick note of gratitude to her brother, “Thank you.” She wasn’t sure if he heard it though as he quizzed the other girls on what they were going to do with the seven kittens that were now unexpectedly in the young nobles’ care. Danae didn’t pay much mind to the Antonis girl outlining her plan as she was far too distracted by the little furball in her arms. It must have been an odd sight to see the normally grumpy girl practically melt as she scratched behind the kitten’s ear -- causing it to purr. A small giggle snuck out of her as Sofia spoke next, leaving poor Danae completely unaware of the assumption that was forming around her that the Stravos siblings would fill the gap and provide homes for the last three kittens.
Or at least she was unaware until everyone’s eyes were boring into her, waiting to hear her thoughts on this plan.
With her innate anxieties making her acutely aware of the moment that the other two girls turned to her. The youngest of the group immediately flushed a bright red as that familiar and stifling feeling that came with being the center of attention rose up within her. She didn’t know what to say as, yes, there was a part of her that was on board with taking this kitten home and saving the cat from certain death on the streets. However, this uncharacteristically compassionate side was at war with her omnipresent logical side. Danae knew that animals of any kind were a lot of work and the girl could expect that she would receive little help from her family or the staff as they all had other things to concern themselves with than the wellbeing of one cat… let alone multiple kittens as it wouldn’t be fair to just leave the last one to die as there was no way Elias would take it in. Plus there were other factors that Danae couldn’t truly comprehend in the heat of the moment; like her father’s dogs. They were trained to hunt and attack anything smaller than them. These kittens would quickly become lunch if they were to get anywhere near them.
All of the logic of this moment told her that she should refuse and walk away from the cats before they got her into a world of trouble, but there was something that was much more powerful that was overriding this. Danae was lonely. In the wake of the Senate meeting, the court fiasco, and the new family plan of her father leaving them to support that wretched swan, the girl cloaked in the realization that she had no one she could turn to. Her father betrayed them. Her mother always favored Elias. Her siblings have always hated her. The concept of friends was almost non-existent in her world. As sad as it was, this kitten that was curled up in the young girl’s arm was already beginning to fill that gap within her by just reacting warmly to the girl. In this very moment, Elias could tell her ‘no, that this was a horrible idea’ and she wouldn’t hand that kitten over. Whether her logic agreed with her or not, this kitten was going home with her.
Letting the emotional side of her take control, the girl nodded and pulled the kitten in her arms a bit closer to her chest. This notion was affirmed with her saying, “Yes, I think I can give this little guy a home.” As she spoke, the girl scratched behind the kitten’s ear again, pulling a little purr out of him which made the young girl beam in response. However, it quickly faded as she remembered who was next to her and the thoughts he might have on the whole matter. As Danae noted earlier, Elias was not exactly known for his kindness towards the youngest of the Stravos brood and his position of Head of House meant that he could feasibly wield a decent amount of power to veto her decision if he either thought that it was a poor one or he was just feeling particularly spiteful. Not that she would fully listen to him after everything he had done to her in the past few weeks, but it wasn’t like she could kick up a fuss here either.
“What do you think Eli?” Danae asked her brother cautiously as she hugged the kitten a bit closer to her chest, “Maybe you can bring one to Emilia and I can take another one to Chara?” Her suggestion was based on the assumption that Elias wouldn’t want to take any of the kittens for himself and the girl quietly knew that Elias was trying to isolate and manipulate the princess. A charming new pet would certainly do the trick in that regard. As for Chara? It was unlikely that their older sister would accept such a gift, but even then it was far more likely just by how quickly Danae had bonded with the kitten that she as holding that this kitten’s sibling would be just as much of a fixture in Danae’s life as the one she was holding was bound to be.
However, that all depended on her brother agreeing, didn’t it?
Danae was rather surprised by her brother’s actions when he finally was able to pull himself away from the shiny trinkets and pay attention to the girl who had wandered off. In all honesty, when the young Stravos had meandered over to Marietta and Sofia, she had expected to cuddle with a kitten for a moment before Elias would grow tired of waiting around for her. She would be called back to the boring task of pretending to take an interest in the wares that caught her brother’s eyes while utterly ignoring the ones that carried the items that she would be interested in.
However, it appeared that Elias had other plans as he not only joined the other girls but also scooped up a cat from off the ground for her. She wasn’t sure how to react when the mostly white kitten with orange and grey speckling was plopped into her arms. Granted, she was quick to get a firm grip on the kitten so it wouldn’t wriggle out of her grasp as she wasn’t some sort of simpleton who didn’t know how to hold an animal -- though if you asked Elias, he would probably say otherwise. Instead, the confusion came from how to respond to him doing such a simple thing. On the surface, it didn’t make sense as this was the sort of thing that was fairly simple and straightforward that it shouldn’t take an extra moment of thought, but this was an act of kindness coming from Elias. The same man who only a scant few weeks ago thought nothing of embarrassing her in front of the entire court for the crime of not understanding the subversion that was occurring around her. Not to mention the countless other little things that had tarnished the relationship between the two youngest Stravoses possibly beyond repair. Elias wasn’t the sort to do kind things when it came to Danae.
As confused as the girl was, Danae couldn’t allow herself to dwell greatly on the conundrum because of the two other girls that were here with them. After all, the whole point of this market trip was to publicly heal the divide that had formed at the court session. Having the sixteen-year-old question her brother on something that really did not deserve this much thought would be a bit counterproductive to the image that Circenia was forcing the siblings to send.
So, forcing herself to let the questions go, Danae was quick to murmur a quick note of gratitude to her brother, “Thank you.” She wasn’t sure if he heard it though as he quizzed the other girls on what they were going to do with the seven kittens that were now unexpectedly in the young nobles’ care. Danae didn’t pay much mind to the Antonis girl outlining her plan as she was far too distracted by the little furball in her arms. It must have been an odd sight to see the normally grumpy girl practically melt as she scratched behind the kitten’s ear -- causing it to purr. A small giggle snuck out of her as Sofia spoke next, leaving poor Danae completely unaware of the assumption that was forming around her that the Stravos siblings would fill the gap and provide homes for the last three kittens.
Or at least she was unaware until everyone’s eyes were boring into her, waiting to hear her thoughts on this plan.
With her innate anxieties making her acutely aware of the moment that the other two girls turned to her. The youngest of the group immediately flushed a bright red as that familiar and stifling feeling that came with being the center of attention rose up within her. She didn’t know what to say as, yes, there was a part of her that was on board with taking this kitten home and saving the cat from certain death on the streets. However, this uncharacteristically compassionate side was at war with her omnipresent logical side. Danae knew that animals of any kind were a lot of work and the girl could expect that she would receive little help from her family or the staff as they all had other things to concern themselves with than the wellbeing of one cat… let alone multiple kittens as it wouldn’t be fair to just leave the last one to die as there was no way Elias would take it in. Plus there were other factors that Danae couldn’t truly comprehend in the heat of the moment; like her father’s dogs. They were trained to hunt and attack anything smaller than them. These kittens would quickly become lunch if they were to get anywhere near them.
All of the logic of this moment told her that she should refuse and walk away from the cats before they got her into a world of trouble, but there was something that was much more powerful that was overriding this. Danae was lonely. In the wake of the Senate meeting, the court fiasco, and the new family plan of her father leaving them to support that wretched swan, the girl cloaked in the realization that she had no one she could turn to. Her father betrayed them. Her mother always favored Elias. Her siblings have always hated her. The concept of friends was almost non-existent in her world. As sad as it was, this kitten that was curled up in the young girl’s arm was already beginning to fill that gap within her by just reacting warmly to the girl. In this very moment, Elias could tell her ‘no, that this was a horrible idea’ and she wouldn’t hand that kitten over. Whether her logic agreed with her or not, this kitten was going home with her.
Letting the emotional side of her take control, the girl nodded and pulled the kitten in her arms a bit closer to her chest. This notion was affirmed with her saying, “Yes, I think I can give this little guy a home.” As she spoke, the girl scratched behind the kitten’s ear again, pulling a little purr out of him which made the young girl beam in response. However, it quickly faded as she remembered who was next to her and the thoughts he might have on the whole matter. As Danae noted earlier, Elias was not exactly known for his kindness towards the youngest of the Stravos brood and his position of Head of House meant that he could feasibly wield a decent amount of power to veto her decision if he either thought that it was a poor one or he was just feeling particularly spiteful. Not that she would fully listen to him after everything he had done to her in the past few weeks, but it wasn’t like she could kick up a fuss here either.
“What do you think Eli?” Danae asked her brother cautiously as she hugged the kitten a bit closer to her chest, “Maybe you can bring one to Emilia and I can take another one to Chara?” Her suggestion was based on the assumption that Elias wouldn’t want to take any of the kittens for himself and the girl quietly knew that Elias was trying to isolate and manipulate the princess. A charming new pet would certainly do the trick in that regard. As for Chara? It was unlikely that their older sister would accept such a gift, but even then it was far more likely just by how quickly Danae had bonded with the kitten that she as holding that this kitten’s sibling would be just as much of a fixture in Danae’s life as the one she was holding was bound to be.
However, that all depended on her brother agreeing, didn’t it?
With Elias giving a shrug, clearly showing no interest beyond his initial curiosity, Marietta smiled. The kittens were saved! Had he disapproved of Danae’s desires he would have actively voiced it. He was not one to do something that he had no desire of doing, after all. And Marietta would be able to rest easy knowing that the kittens had a home. They would be treated lavishly, she would be sure of it. Each family had wealth and would be able to give the cats all that they desired.
Marietta’s eye slid to the one that had gone to Elias. She wasn’t convinced that Elias would give it the love it deserved, and Emilia had a dog. Cats and dogs do not mix well together. Marietta would take home four. Two for herself, one for Evi, and the last could go to any Antonis member that wanted it. Perhaps her mother, or Sanasa, or Hebe should she desire an indoor cat as well. With that settled Marietta scooped up her four kittens and then promptly handed them to the servants.
“Danae, Elias,” Marietta said with a large smile. “It was so lovely to run into the two of you today! Eli, we need to catch up. I haven’t seen you in ages. And Danae, we should meet again. Perhaps our new kittens can come together to play?” Marietta hadn’t exchanged much words to Danae. She had not been coming to court long. Had it been a year? Two? Aside from pleasantries exchanged when she had visited Elias in the Stravos home, Danae was a bit too young to have really spent much time with Marietta. Though, while she was shy, she should put an extra effort into getting to know her best friend’s youngest sister. It was only polite. Marietta should even think to bring Evi along. The two weren’t far in age, right? Were they friends?
Marietta’s eye slid to Elias. Maybe it was best that Evi stayed home.
“Lady Marietta?” The servant with one of the kittens said. “Lady Sotiria had wished for you to return home early today.”
“Oh, that’s right!” Marietta wrinkled her nose and looked at Sofia. She had completely forgotten that her father had business to discuss with Lord Panos and so her mother had invited the family to have dinner with the Antonis. It would be rude if the two daughters were late.
Marietta grabbed Sofia’s hand. “I’m sorry, you two. But it was lovely to see you.” With Sofia’s grip in her grasp she hurried away feeling proud of what the nobles have accomplished. The Antonis, Marikas, and Stravos were heroes of Athenia.
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With Elias giving a shrug, clearly showing no interest beyond his initial curiosity, Marietta smiled. The kittens were saved! Had he disapproved of Danae’s desires he would have actively voiced it. He was not one to do something that he had no desire of doing, after all. And Marietta would be able to rest easy knowing that the kittens had a home. They would be treated lavishly, she would be sure of it. Each family had wealth and would be able to give the cats all that they desired.
Marietta’s eye slid to the one that had gone to Elias. She wasn’t convinced that Elias would give it the love it deserved, and Emilia had a dog. Cats and dogs do not mix well together. Marietta would take home four. Two for herself, one for Evi, and the last could go to any Antonis member that wanted it. Perhaps her mother, or Sanasa, or Hebe should she desire an indoor cat as well. With that settled Marietta scooped up her four kittens and then promptly handed them to the servants.
“Danae, Elias,” Marietta said with a large smile. “It was so lovely to run into the two of you today! Eli, we need to catch up. I haven’t seen you in ages. And Danae, we should meet again. Perhaps our new kittens can come together to play?” Marietta hadn’t exchanged much words to Danae. She had not been coming to court long. Had it been a year? Two? Aside from pleasantries exchanged when she had visited Elias in the Stravos home, Danae was a bit too young to have really spent much time with Marietta. Though, while she was shy, she should put an extra effort into getting to know her best friend’s youngest sister. It was only polite. Marietta should even think to bring Evi along. The two weren’t far in age, right? Were they friends?
Marietta’s eye slid to Elias. Maybe it was best that Evi stayed home.
“Lady Marietta?” The servant with one of the kittens said. “Lady Sotiria had wished for you to return home early today.”
“Oh, that’s right!” Marietta wrinkled her nose and looked at Sofia. She had completely forgotten that her father had business to discuss with Lord Panos and so her mother had invited the family to have dinner with the Antonis. It would be rude if the two daughters were late.
Marietta grabbed Sofia’s hand. “I’m sorry, you two. But it was lovely to see you.” With Sofia’s grip in her grasp she hurried away feeling proud of what the nobles have accomplished. The Antonis, Marikas, and Stravos were heroes of Athenia.
With Elias giving a shrug, clearly showing no interest beyond his initial curiosity, Marietta smiled. The kittens were saved! Had he disapproved of Danae’s desires he would have actively voiced it. He was not one to do something that he had no desire of doing, after all. And Marietta would be able to rest easy knowing that the kittens had a home. They would be treated lavishly, she would be sure of it. Each family had wealth and would be able to give the cats all that they desired.
Marietta’s eye slid to the one that had gone to Elias. She wasn’t convinced that Elias would give it the love it deserved, and Emilia had a dog. Cats and dogs do not mix well together. Marietta would take home four. Two for herself, one for Evi, and the last could go to any Antonis member that wanted it. Perhaps her mother, or Sanasa, or Hebe should she desire an indoor cat as well. With that settled Marietta scooped up her four kittens and then promptly handed them to the servants.
“Danae, Elias,” Marietta said with a large smile. “It was so lovely to run into the two of you today! Eli, we need to catch up. I haven’t seen you in ages. And Danae, we should meet again. Perhaps our new kittens can come together to play?” Marietta hadn’t exchanged much words to Danae. She had not been coming to court long. Had it been a year? Two? Aside from pleasantries exchanged when she had visited Elias in the Stravos home, Danae was a bit too young to have really spent much time with Marietta. Though, while she was shy, she should put an extra effort into getting to know her best friend’s youngest sister. It was only polite. Marietta should even think to bring Evi along. The two weren’t far in age, right? Were they friends?
Marietta’s eye slid to Elias. Maybe it was best that Evi stayed home.
“Lady Marietta?” The servant with one of the kittens said. “Lady Sotiria had wished for you to return home early today.”
“Oh, that’s right!” Marietta wrinkled her nose and looked at Sofia. She had completely forgotten that her father had business to discuss with Lord Panos and so her mother had invited the family to have dinner with the Antonis. It would be rude if the two daughters were late.
Marietta grabbed Sofia’s hand. “I’m sorry, you two. But it was lovely to see you.” With Sofia’s grip in her grasp she hurried away feeling proud of what the nobles have accomplished. The Antonis, Marikas, and Stravos were heroes of Athenia.