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At first, Nana had found herself quite upset with her elder sister's disappearance. Granted, Olympia was, at that time, in danger of losing her life, but the blonde could not overlook the fact she had taken Selene along instead of her. Yet, after sailing herself to Midas, and learning that Pia did not have the time to properly pack, and instead had to borrow the majority of her attire from Evras of Kotas, Nana could only offer her sincerest condolences and a promise that she would see to the rebuilding of her elder sister's wardrobe.
And now, here they were, back in Vasiliadon, and Nana had never felt more suited to a task. She could only hope that she would be able to deliver.
With Tisiphone balanced in a sling on her hip, Nana milled about the room with a sense of importance as she instructed the servants as to where to place which trunk. Of course, being a doting sister, and having a keen sense of taste when it came to clothing, Nana had contacted the finest merchants and weavers in the city for Pia to peruse their stock from the comfort of their own home.
After several chests were placed down and opened and the sisters left alone, Nana turned to her sister (who had taken the opportunity of rest Nana provided by seeing to Tisiphone to sprawl out on a chaise) with a noticeable sparkle in her eyes.
Though the two were practically inseparable as small children, as years went on the time they shared started to dwindle, so the opportunity to dress Pia up could not thrill her more. And the promise of assembling a wardrobe for her new niece at the same time was a very exciting thought for the blonde.
Though she had not expected she could ever love a child of Stephanos' lineage, what with his immaturity and very punchable face, her immense love for Pia and the fact the couple now seemed to be on good terms quickly shot her expectations out of the water, and she found herself fully enamored with the little blonde.
In spending time with Tisiphone, she had found she'd learned quite a bit about maturity and responsibility. Before, the thought of marrying and taking care of children was absolutely abhorrent to her, a job she could leave for a nursemaid when her time to bear offspring came. But now, those thoughts had been turned on their head. If anything, spending time with Tisiphone had made her all the more excited at the prospect of marrying and starting a family of her own. If only the war would end soon, she and Timaeus could get married and get right to it. But, she would just have to be patient in that regard. As patient as Nana of Leventi could be, anyway.
Shifting Tisiphone to her other arm, Nana giggled at the brunette lazing on the couch before her, joking, "You should get a fresco done like that. You look so daring," before looking down at the little princess on her hip with a warm smile on her face.
"And you, my little sweet, look positively radiant today," she remarked, giving the little Mikaelidas a peck on the forehead before turning around to see to the silks she'd had brought in. "Now, let's see what we can find for your Mama, hmm?"
Taking a better hold of her niece as she reached down into one of the crates, Nana pulled out a peacock blue bolt of silk that sat at the top of the stack, letting out a hum of approval, and a giggle at her niece's coos of agreement. Once again speaking to Tisiphone, she admitted, "I will hand it to you, Tisi, you have exquisite taste. No doubt you get that from our side of the family," though she had to quickly hold the fabric far away from the little girl to avoid her getting any slobber on the bolt with her grasping hands.
Returning to where Pia rested on the chaise, Nana gave her sister a knowing look and displayed the fabric, before prompting her, "Personally, I think this is a great color on you, and Tisiphone here seems to agree with me, seeing as she is adamant at getting her hands on it," she added, gesturing towards the reaching infant, "But tell me your thoughts, Sweet Pea."
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At first, Nana had found herself quite upset with her elder sister's disappearance. Granted, Olympia was, at that time, in danger of losing her life, but the blonde could not overlook the fact she had taken Selene along instead of her. Yet, after sailing herself to Midas, and learning that Pia did not have the time to properly pack, and instead had to borrow the majority of her attire from Evras of Kotas, Nana could only offer her sincerest condolences and a promise that she would see to the rebuilding of her elder sister's wardrobe.
And now, here they were, back in Vasiliadon, and Nana had never felt more suited to a task. She could only hope that she would be able to deliver.
With Tisiphone balanced in a sling on her hip, Nana milled about the room with a sense of importance as she instructed the servants as to where to place which trunk. Of course, being a doting sister, and having a keen sense of taste when it came to clothing, Nana had contacted the finest merchants and weavers in the city for Pia to peruse their stock from the comfort of their own home.
After several chests were placed down and opened and the sisters left alone, Nana turned to her sister (who had taken the opportunity of rest Nana provided by seeing to Tisiphone to sprawl out on a chaise) with a noticeable sparkle in her eyes.
Though the two were practically inseparable as small children, as years went on the time they shared started to dwindle, so the opportunity to dress Pia up could not thrill her more. And the promise of assembling a wardrobe for her new niece at the same time was a very exciting thought for the blonde.
Though she had not expected she could ever love a child of Stephanos' lineage, what with his immaturity and very punchable face, her immense love for Pia and the fact the couple now seemed to be on good terms quickly shot her expectations out of the water, and she found herself fully enamored with the little blonde.
In spending time with Tisiphone, she had found she'd learned quite a bit about maturity and responsibility. Before, the thought of marrying and taking care of children was absolutely abhorrent to her, a job she could leave for a nursemaid when her time to bear offspring came. But now, those thoughts had been turned on their head. If anything, spending time with Tisiphone had made her all the more excited at the prospect of marrying and starting a family of her own. If only the war would end soon, she and Timaeus could get married and get right to it. But, she would just have to be patient in that regard. As patient as Nana of Leventi could be, anyway.
Shifting Tisiphone to her other arm, Nana giggled at the brunette lazing on the couch before her, joking, "You should get a fresco done like that. You look so daring," before looking down at the little princess on her hip with a warm smile on her face.
"And you, my little sweet, look positively radiant today," she remarked, giving the little Mikaelidas a peck on the forehead before turning around to see to the silks she'd had brought in. "Now, let's see what we can find for your Mama, hmm?"
Taking a better hold of her niece as she reached down into one of the crates, Nana pulled out a peacock blue bolt of silk that sat at the top of the stack, letting out a hum of approval, and a giggle at her niece's coos of agreement. Once again speaking to Tisiphone, she admitted, "I will hand it to you, Tisi, you have exquisite taste. No doubt you get that from our side of the family," though she had to quickly hold the fabric far away from the little girl to avoid her getting any slobber on the bolt with her grasping hands.
Returning to where Pia rested on the chaise, Nana gave her sister a knowing look and displayed the fabric, before prompting her, "Personally, I think this is a great color on you, and Tisiphone here seems to agree with me, seeing as she is adamant at getting her hands on it," she added, gesturing towards the reaching infant, "But tell me your thoughts, Sweet Pea."
At first, Nana had found herself quite upset with her elder sister's disappearance. Granted, Olympia was, at that time, in danger of losing her life, but the blonde could not overlook the fact she had taken Selene along instead of her. Yet, after sailing herself to Midas, and learning that Pia did not have the time to properly pack, and instead had to borrow the majority of her attire from Evras of Kotas, Nana could only offer her sincerest condolences and a promise that she would see to the rebuilding of her elder sister's wardrobe.
And now, here they were, back in Vasiliadon, and Nana had never felt more suited to a task. She could only hope that she would be able to deliver.
With Tisiphone balanced in a sling on her hip, Nana milled about the room with a sense of importance as she instructed the servants as to where to place which trunk. Of course, being a doting sister, and having a keen sense of taste when it came to clothing, Nana had contacted the finest merchants and weavers in the city for Pia to peruse their stock from the comfort of their own home.
After several chests were placed down and opened and the sisters left alone, Nana turned to her sister (who had taken the opportunity of rest Nana provided by seeing to Tisiphone to sprawl out on a chaise) with a noticeable sparkle in her eyes.
Though the two were practically inseparable as small children, as years went on the time they shared started to dwindle, so the opportunity to dress Pia up could not thrill her more. And the promise of assembling a wardrobe for her new niece at the same time was a very exciting thought for the blonde.
Though she had not expected she could ever love a child of Stephanos' lineage, what with his immaturity and very punchable face, her immense love for Pia and the fact the couple now seemed to be on good terms quickly shot her expectations out of the water, and she found herself fully enamored with the little blonde.
In spending time with Tisiphone, she had found she'd learned quite a bit about maturity and responsibility. Before, the thought of marrying and taking care of children was absolutely abhorrent to her, a job she could leave for a nursemaid when her time to bear offspring came. But now, those thoughts had been turned on their head. If anything, spending time with Tisiphone had made her all the more excited at the prospect of marrying and starting a family of her own. If only the war would end soon, she and Timaeus could get married and get right to it. But, she would just have to be patient in that regard. As patient as Nana of Leventi could be, anyway.
Shifting Tisiphone to her other arm, Nana giggled at the brunette lazing on the couch before her, joking, "You should get a fresco done like that. You look so daring," before looking down at the little princess on her hip with a warm smile on her face.
"And you, my little sweet, look positively radiant today," she remarked, giving the little Mikaelidas a peck on the forehead before turning around to see to the silks she'd had brought in. "Now, let's see what we can find for your Mama, hmm?"
Taking a better hold of her niece as she reached down into one of the crates, Nana pulled out a peacock blue bolt of silk that sat at the top of the stack, letting out a hum of approval, and a giggle at her niece's coos of agreement. Once again speaking to Tisiphone, she admitted, "I will hand it to you, Tisi, you have exquisite taste. No doubt you get that from our side of the family," though she had to quickly hold the fabric far away from the little girl to avoid her getting any slobber on the bolt with her grasping hands.
Returning to where Pia rested on the chaise, Nana gave her sister a knowing look and displayed the fabric, before prompting her, "Personally, I think this is a great color on you, and Tisiphone here seems to agree with me, seeing as she is adamant at getting her hands on it," she added, gesturing towards the reaching infant, "But tell me your thoughts, Sweet Pea."
The chance to lay down on a chaise and just observe for once was refreshing, ever since the birth of Tisiphone she had felt as if there was always something to be done. The baby needed fed, she needed changed, she wanted to be held. Having Selene and then Stephanos once he came around had been an incredible help, but there was a different sort of fatigue now. Even with the wet nurse her parents had engaged to assist in the care and feeding of her child, she felt exhausted since she had gotten home.
Perhaps it was just the fear of losing Stephanos to the war, or the anxiety of knowing that she was a deposed queen in a country that thought her husband guilty of treason. Whatever the case, she had been thrilled to pass Tisiphone over to her aunt and take the opportunity to rest her body and mind. She had been nauseous this morning, only able to take the simplest meal of bread and goats milk before things had settled. Of course now that her daughter had been born, her moon courses would be returning soon enough, and she supposed this might be the first of them coming back.
Looking over at her sister with a smile, Pia shook her head at the suggestion that a fresco should be done of her like this. While Stephanos had asked for drawings she doubted very much that there would be any call for her image to be immortalized in stone and glass. She had only been queen for about four months, barely enough to be etched in the scrolls of history.
"You're far too kind to me, I know I look a mess. They say your body is never the same after pregnancy but I had hoped to look a bit less..." Pia gestured vaguely at her frame. She had finally gotten herself to the point where she was not painfully thin from self starvation, but the swell of her stomach where she had carried her child for nine months stubbornly remained even three months on. It wasn't quite so bad, and could be hidden with draping a chiton properly, but the lingering pudge was driving her mad.
Sitting up to take a look at the fabric her daughter and sister had chosen, Olympia smiled and pressed a tickling kiss to the tip of the baby's nose before examining the material that was presented, holding it up against pale skin and dark hair for further reassurance. It was a beautiful shade she would normally adore, but even with the nurse she felt sallow and sleep deprived. "It is beautiful, she may inherit your taste in fashion. Auntie Nana will teach you well won't she?" A kick of chubby little legs and shriek of excitement at being spoken to had Pia reaching out to steady the little girl in her sling before she flailed her way out of it with a laugh. "It doesn't make me look too old and sick does it? I feel like everything does these days."
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The chance to lay down on a chaise and just observe for once was refreshing, ever since the birth of Tisiphone she had felt as if there was always something to be done. The baby needed fed, she needed changed, she wanted to be held. Having Selene and then Stephanos once he came around had been an incredible help, but there was a different sort of fatigue now. Even with the wet nurse her parents had engaged to assist in the care and feeding of her child, she felt exhausted since she had gotten home.
Perhaps it was just the fear of losing Stephanos to the war, or the anxiety of knowing that she was a deposed queen in a country that thought her husband guilty of treason. Whatever the case, she had been thrilled to pass Tisiphone over to her aunt and take the opportunity to rest her body and mind. She had been nauseous this morning, only able to take the simplest meal of bread and goats milk before things had settled. Of course now that her daughter had been born, her moon courses would be returning soon enough, and she supposed this might be the first of them coming back.
Looking over at her sister with a smile, Pia shook her head at the suggestion that a fresco should be done of her like this. While Stephanos had asked for drawings she doubted very much that there would be any call for her image to be immortalized in stone and glass. She had only been queen for about four months, barely enough to be etched in the scrolls of history.
"You're far too kind to me, I know I look a mess. They say your body is never the same after pregnancy but I had hoped to look a bit less..." Pia gestured vaguely at her frame. She had finally gotten herself to the point where she was not painfully thin from self starvation, but the swell of her stomach where she had carried her child for nine months stubbornly remained even three months on. It wasn't quite so bad, and could be hidden with draping a chiton properly, but the lingering pudge was driving her mad.
Sitting up to take a look at the fabric her daughter and sister had chosen, Olympia smiled and pressed a tickling kiss to the tip of the baby's nose before examining the material that was presented, holding it up against pale skin and dark hair for further reassurance. It was a beautiful shade she would normally adore, but even with the nurse she felt sallow and sleep deprived. "It is beautiful, she may inherit your taste in fashion. Auntie Nana will teach you well won't she?" A kick of chubby little legs and shriek of excitement at being spoken to had Pia reaching out to steady the little girl in her sling before she flailed her way out of it with a laugh. "It doesn't make me look too old and sick does it? I feel like everything does these days."
The chance to lay down on a chaise and just observe for once was refreshing, ever since the birth of Tisiphone she had felt as if there was always something to be done. The baby needed fed, she needed changed, she wanted to be held. Having Selene and then Stephanos once he came around had been an incredible help, but there was a different sort of fatigue now. Even with the wet nurse her parents had engaged to assist in the care and feeding of her child, she felt exhausted since she had gotten home.
Perhaps it was just the fear of losing Stephanos to the war, or the anxiety of knowing that she was a deposed queen in a country that thought her husband guilty of treason. Whatever the case, she had been thrilled to pass Tisiphone over to her aunt and take the opportunity to rest her body and mind. She had been nauseous this morning, only able to take the simplest meal of bread and goats milk before things had settled. Of course now that her daughter had been born, her moon courses would be returning soon enough, and she supposed this might be the first of them coming back.
Looking over at her sister with a smile, Pia shook her head at the suggestion that a fresco should be done of her like this. While Stephanos had asked for drawings she doubted very much that there would be any call for her image to be immortalized in stone and glass. She had only been queen for about four months, barely enough to be etched in the scrolls of history.
"You're far too kind to me, I know I look a mess. They say your body is never the same after pregnancy but I had hoped to look a bit less..." Pia gestured vaguely at her frame. She had finally gotten herself to the point where she was not painfully thin from self starvation, but the swell of her stomach where she had carried her child for nine months stubbornly remained even three months on. It wasn't quite so bad, and could be hidden with draping a chiton properly, but the lingering pudge was driving her mad.
Sitting up to take a look at the fabric her daughter and sister had chosen, Olympia smiled and pressed a tickling kiss to the tip of the baby's nose before examining the material that was presented, holding it up against pale skin and dark hair for further reassurance. It was a beautiful shade she would normally adore, but even with the nurse she felt sallow and sleep deprived. "It is beautiful, she may inherit your taste in fashion. Auntie Nana will teach you well won't she?" A kick of chubby little legs and shriek of excitement at being spoken to had Pia reaching out to steady the little girl in her sling before she flailed her way out of it with a laugh. "It doesn't make me look too old and sick does it? I feel like everything does these days."
Nana scoffed at her sister's suggestion that her pregnancy had perhaps ruined her figure, visibly rolling her eyes as she turned to the brunette.
"Oh, come now, Sweet Pea. Would I lie to you?" She quirked an eyebrow at the new mother. "As we all know, I am the most beautiful of our family, so I am clearly an expert in this realm, and I can say without a doubt that after me, you, my dear, are the most beautiful of our family. Fotios may love to sell us off like prize pigs, but if he suggests anything less, his dementia has certainly begun to settle in."
As she bounced her niece in the sling, she gave her elder sister a warm look. In Nana's eyes, there was no-one more beautiful than Olympia. Perhaps favoritism clouded her judgment, but Nana would never admit such a thing.
Looking back to the silk she held in her hands, the blonde let out a sigh of exasperation at her elder sister's postnatal lack of confidence. "Truly, does this happen to every woman after giving birth? If so, I shouldn't hope to live to find out. Trust me, Pia, it would look stunning on you. Though, I have no doubt in my mind that you could wear a rug and make it look chic."
As Olympia spoke, Nana could feel Tisiphone start to squirm in her sling, causing the aunt to quickly grab a better hold of the infant as not to drop her. It seemed that even the affection of her mother was not enough to soothe the tenacious bundle of joy that was Tisiphone of Mikaelidas. Quickly flinging the bundle of silk from her hands to the bed, Nana pulled her niece from her sling and quickly brought her into her arms, holding her tight enough to prevent her slipping or squirming out of her grasp.
"She is certainly adamant, isn't she? I suppose she gets that from you," the younger sister said with a giggle. "I can only hope that I can instill my good taste in her. It simply wouldn't do for her to run around covered in grime like our dear little sister, now would it?"
As the young blonde shifted her niece to hold her up over her shoulder, she looked at her sister with a look of excitement. "Now, where were we? Oh! Right, clothing." After securing her hold on the infant in her arms, Nana made her way back to the large trunks full of silks and pulled out another long bolt of fabric, this one a simple white number embroidered at the edges with gold thread.
Turning around and displaying the piece as best she could with an infant in her arms, Nana looked expectantly to Olympia, simply asking, "Thoughts?" as she walked back to where the brunette sat.
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Nana scoffed at her sister's suggestion that her pregnancy had perhaps ruined her figure, visibly rolling her eyes as she turned to the brunette.
"Oh, come now, Sweet Pea. Would I lie to you?" She quirked an eyebrow at the new mother. "As we all know, I am the most beautiful of our family, so I am clearly an expert in this realm, and I can say without a doubt that after me, you, my dear, are the most beautiful of our family. Fotios may love to sell us off like prize pigs, but if he suggests anything less, his dementia has certainly begun to settle in."
As she bounced her niece in the sling, she gave her elder sister a warm look. In Nana's eyes, there was no-one more beautiful than Olympia. Perhaps favoritism clouded her judgment, but Nana would never admit such a thing.
Looking back to the silk she held in her hands, the blonde let out a sigh of exasperation at her elder sister's postnatal lack of confidence. "Truly, does this happen to every woman after giving birth? If so, I shouldn't hope to live to find out. Trust me, Pia, it would look stunning on you. Though, I have no doubt in my mind that you could wear a rug and make it look chic."
As Olympia spoke, Nana could feel Tisiphone start to squirm in her sling, causing the aunt to quickly grab a better hold of the infant as not to drop her. It seemed that even the affection of her mother was not enough to soothe the tenacious bundle of joy that was Tisiphone of Mikaelidas. Quickly flinging the bundle of silk from her hands to the bed, Nana pulled her niece from her sling and quickly brought her into her arms, holding her tight enough to prevent her slipping or squirming out of her grasp.
"She is certainly adamant, isn't she? I suppose she gets that from you," the younger sister said with a giggle. "I can only hope that I can instill my good taste in her. It simply wouldn't do for her to run around covered in grime like our dear little sister, now would it?"
As the young blonde shifted her niece to hold her up over her shoulder, she looked at her sister with a look of excitement. "Now, where were we? Oh! Right, clothing." After securing her hold on the infant in her arms, Nana made her way back to the large trunks full of silks and pulled out another long bolt of fabric, this one a simple white number embroidered at the edges with gold thread.
Turning around and displaying the piece as best she could with an infant in her arms, Nana looked expectantly to Olympia, simply asking, "Thoughts?" as she walked back to where the brunette sat.
Nana scoffed at her sister's suggestion that her pregnancy had perhaps ruined her figure, visibly rolling her eyes as she turned to the brunette.
"Oh, come now, Sweet Pea. Would I lie to you?" She quirked an eyebrow at the new mother. "As we all know, I am the most beautiful of our family, so I am clearly an expert in this realm, and I can say without a doubt that after me, you, my dear, are the most beautiful of our family. Fotios may love to sell us off like prize pigs, but if he suggests anything less, his dementia has certainly begun to settle in."
As she bounced her niece in the sling, she gave her elder sister a warm look. In Nana's eyes, there was no-one more beautiful than Olympia. Perhaps favoritism clouded her judgment, but Nana would never admit such a thing.
Looking back to the silk she held in her hands, the blonde let out a sigh of exasperation at her elder sister's postnatal lack of confidence. "Truly, does this happen to every woman after giving birth? If so, I shouldn't hope to live to find out. Trust me, Pia, it would look stunning on you. Though, I have no doubt in my mind that you could wear a rug and make it look chic."
As Olympia spoke, Nana could feel Tisiphone start to squirm in her sling, causing the aunt to quickly grab a better hold of the infant as not to drop her. It seemed that even the affection of her mother was not enough to soothe the tenacious bundle of joy that was Tisiphone of Mikaelidas. Quickly flinging the bundle of silk from her hands to the bed, Nana pulled her niece from her sling and quickly brought her into her arms, holding her tight enough to prevent her slipping or squirming out of her grasp.
"She is certainly adamant, isn't she? I suppose she gets that from you," the younger sister said with a giggle. "I can only hope that I can instill my good taste in her. It simply wouldn't do for her to run around covered in grime like our dear little sister, now would it?"
As the young blonde shifted her niece to hold her up over her shoulder, she looked at her sister with a look of excitement. "Now, where were we? Oh! Right, clothing." After securing her hold on the infant in her arms, Nana made her way back to the large trunks full of silks and pulled out another long bolt of fabric, this one a simple white number embroidered at the edges with gold thread.
Turning around and displaying the piece as best she could with an infant in her arms, Nana looked expectantly to Olympia, simply asking, "Thoughts?" as she walked back to where the brunette sat.
"Oh Nana, you're too sweet to me. I know well enough I look as if I'm carrying her still!" Pia sighed down at the curves that were still placed wrong, the weight was supposed to have fallen off of her if some were to be believed. Others insisted this was her life now and she should settle into her matronly figure. She had hoped given her resemblance to her mother in every other way that she might be able to look as stunning as Evelli even after five children.
As Nana swept Tisiphone away Olympia couldn't help but laugh, the little blonde girl bounced in her aunt's arms looked very much like a Leventi through and through in the moment, with the little wispy curls reminiscent of Nana, Imma, and Selene. It was also the mark of her Mikaelidas heritage, along with those blue eyes that were identical to Stephanos' own. She found herself weeping on occasion from how much she missed him. While he had not always been a perfect husband, she knew her heart was his alone even through the worst.
"Don't say such things Nana, you will live to become the matriarch of a grand family and your children will love and fear you." A chill had run down her spine at the suggestion that Nana would prefer to die than have to deal with her figure fading. She herself had been on the edge of that very eventuality, had Selene and Imeeya not taken care of her so diligently after Tisi's birth. Pia's expression now was one of warm affection, though she attempted to put an edge of disapproval on it as Nana disparaged their youngest sister. "Imma is very talented and sweet, and she's still just young. Not everyone grows up as picky as you about your clothing! She'll make us proud, you watch."
Seated on the bed, the middle Leventi allowed the younger to show off the fabrics that had been selected, giving an sigh of approval at the white trimmed in gold. It was perfectly simple yet elegant, the material speaking for itself about the wealth of the wearer.
"I love it, it's beautiful. And I think Tisi approves too."
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"Oh Nana, you're too sweet to me. I know well enough I look as if I'm carrying her still!" Pia sighed down at the curves that were still placed wrong, the weight was supposed to have fallen off of her if some were to be believed. Others insisted this was her life now and she should settle into her matronly figure. She had hoped given her resemblance to her mother in every other way that she might be able to look as stunning as Evelli even after five children.
As Nana swept Tisiphone away Olympia couldn't help but laugh, the little blonde girl bounced in her aunt's arms looked very much like a Leventi through and through in the moment, with the little wispy curls reminiscent of Nana, Imma, and Selene. It was also the mark of her Mikaelidas heritage, along with those blue eyes that were identical to Stephanos' own. She found herself weeping on occasion from how much she missed him. While he had not always been a perfect husband, she knew her heart was his alone even through the worst.
"Don't say such things Nana, you will live to become the matriarch of a grand family and your children will love and fear you." A chill had run down her spine at the suggestion that Nana would prefer to die than have to deal with her figure fading. She herself had been on the edge of that very eventuality, had Selene and Imeeya not taken care of her so diligently after Tisi's birth. Pia's expression now was one of warm affection, though she attempted to put an edge of disapproval on it as Nana disparaged their youngest sister. "Imma is very talented and sweet, and she's still just young. Not everyone grows up as picky as you about your clothing! She'll make us proud, you watch."
Seated on the bed, the middle Leventi allowed the younger to show off the fabrics that had been selected, giving an sigh of approval at the white trimmed in gold. It was perfectly simple yet elegant, the material speaking for itself about the wealth of the wearer.
"I love it, it's beautiful. And I think Tisi approves too."
"Oh Nana, you're too sweet to me. I know well enough I look as if I'm carrying her still!" Pia sighed down at the curves that were still placed wrong, the weight was supposed to have fallen off of her if some were to be believed. Others insisted this was her life now and she should settle into her matronly figure. She had hoped given her resemblance to her mother in every other way that she might be able to look as stunning as Evelli even after five children.
As Nana swept Tisiphone away Olympia couldn't help but laugh, the little blonde girl bounced in her aunt's arms looked very much like a Leventi through and through in the moment, with the little wispy curls reminiscent of Nana, Imma, and Selene. It was also the mark of her Mikaelidas heritage, along with those blue eyes that were identical to Stephanos' own. She found herself weeping on occasion from how much she missed him. While he had not always been a perfect husband, she knew her heart was his alone even through the worst.
"Don't say such things Nana, you will live to become the matriarch of a grand family and your children will love and fear you." A chill had run down her spine at the suggestion that Nana would prefer to die than have to deal with her figure fading. She herself had been on the edge of that very eventuality, had Selene and Imeeya not taken care of her so diligently after Tisi's birth. Pia's expression now was one of warm affection, though she attempted to put an edge of disapproval on it as Nana disparaged their youngest sister. "Imma is very talented and sweet, and she's still just young. Not everyone grows up as picky as you about your clothing! She'll make us proud, you watch."
Seated on the bed, the middle Leventi allowed the younger to show off the fabrics that had been selected, giving an sigh of approval at the white trimmed in gold. It was perfectly simple yet elegant, the material speaking for itself about the wealth of the wearer.
"I love it, it's beautiful. And I think Tisi approves too."
Nana smiled at her elder sister's affirmations, shrugging her shoulders and tilting her head in agreement. "If they cannot love me, I shall at least have them fear me, that is certain." Turning her gaze to Tisiphone, Nana studied the bundle of joy wriggling in her arms. Would her children be as radiant as her niece? She could only hope she had the patience to find out - there was no idea of how long the war would last.
Yet, one topic that always tested her patience - Imma. Nana could not help but wonder how it was that her siblings all seemed to put up with such barbarism. Nana was the picture of a lady - always neatly dressed and high-minded. Yet Imma, with her porcine eating habits and her messy appearance could do no wrong, where Nana often faced the sting of judgment from her family members. Was she living in a farce?
As she set the long swath of cloth back in the chest, Nana began her tirade. "You say this as if she is no older than Tisiphone! My darling Sweet Pea, the fact of the matter is that she is approaching marriageable age, and yet she acts like a common farmer's daughter! Mother has always been too soft on her - just because she was supposed to be a boy doesn't mean that she can act like one! Honestly..." Nana let out a sigh before handing Tisiphone back to her mother and flopping down unceremoniously beside her and laying down.
"At least I know I have nothing to worry about with Tisiphone. I always thought that out of all of us, you had the most tact. You are, truly, the most suited to being a mother..." She paused, staring up at the canopy that enveloped the frame of the bed, before continuing. "At this rate, I doubt that Selene will join you. Theodora will be alright, I'm sure. I like to think I shall do a good job of it, yet I worry that Mother will refuse any arrangements until after Selene is married. Timaeus could already be dead by that time... And Imma, oh, Imma. You've already heard what I have to say about her."
In such a lull of conversation, Nana suddenly was hit with an excellent idea. Shooting up from where she had reclined, Nana looked to Pia expectantly. "Pia, isn't wardrobe shopping just so... tiring? Perhaps we might have a servant fetch us some wine?"
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Nana smiled at her elder sister's affirmations, shrugging her shoulders and tilting her head in agreement. "If they cannot love me, I shall at least have them fear me, that is certain." Turning her gaze to Tisiphone, Nana studied the bundle of joy wriggling in her arms. Would her children be as radiant as her niece? She could only hope she had the patience to find out - there was no idea of how long the war would last.
Yet, one topic that always tested her patience - Imma. Nana could not help but wonder how it was that her siblings all seemed to put up with such barbarism. Nana was the picture of a lady - always neatly dressed and high-minded. Yet Imma, with her porcine eating habits and her messy appearance could do no wrong, where Nana often faced the sting of judgment from her family members. Was she living in a farce?
As she set the long swath of cloth back in the chest, Nana began her tirade. "You say this as if she is no older than Tisiphone! My darling Sweet Pea, the fact of the matter is that she is approaching marriageable age, and yet she acts like a common farmer's daughter! Mother has always been too soft on her - just because she was supposed to be a boy doesn't mean that she can act like one! Honestly..." Nana let out a sigh before handing Tisiphone back to her mother and flopping down unceremoniously beside her and laying down.
"At least I know I have nothing to worry about with Tisiphone. I always thought that out of all of us, you had the most tact. You are, truly, the most suited to being a mother..." She paused, staring up at the canopy that enveloped the frame of the bed, before continuing. "At this rate, I doubt that Selene will join you. Theodora will be alright, I'm sure. I like to think I shall do a good job of it, yet I worry that Mother will refuse any arrangements until after Selene is married. Timaeus could already be dead by that time... And Imma, oh, Imma. You've already heard what I have to say about her."
In such a lull of conversation, Nana suddenly was hit with an excellent idea. Shooting up from where she had reclined, Nana looked to Pia expectantly. "Pia, isn't wardrobe shopping just so... tiring? Perhaps we might have a servant fetch us some wine?"
Nana smiled at her elder sister's affirmations, shrugging her shoulders and tilting her head in agreement. "If they cannot love me, I shall at least have them fear me, that is certain." Turning her gaze to Tisiphone, Nana studied the bundle of joy wriggling in her arms. Would her children be as radiant as her niece? She could only hope she had the patience to find out - there was no idea of how long the war would last.
Yet, one topic that always tested her patience - Imma. Nana could not help but wonder how it was that her siblings all seemed to put up with such barbarism. Nana was the picture of a lady - always neatly dressed and high-minded. Yet Imma, with her porcine eating habits and her messy appearance could do no wrong, where Nana often faced the sting of judgment from her family members. Was she living in a farce?
As she set the long swath of cloth back in the chest, Nana began her tirade. "You say this as if she is no older than Tisiphone! My darling Sweet Pea, the fact of the matter is that she is approaching marriageable age, and yet she acts like a common farmer's daughter! Mother has always been too soft on her - just because she was supposed to be a boy doesn't mean that she can act like one! Honestly..." Nana let out a sigh before handing Tisiphone back to her mother and flopping down unceremoniously beside her and laying down.
"At least I know I have nothing to worry about with Tisiphone. I always thought that out of all of us, you had the most tact. You are, truly, the most suited to being a mother..." She paused, staring up at the canopy that enveloped the frame of the bed, before continuing. "At this rate, I doubt that Selene will join you. Theodora will be alright, I'm sure. I like to think I shall do a good job of it, yet I worry that Mother will refuse any arrangements until after Selene is married. Timaeus could already be dead by that time... And Imma, oh, Imma. You've already heard what I have to say about her."
In such a lull of conversation, Nana suddenly was hit with an excellent idea. Shooting up from where she had reclined, Nana looked to Pia expectantly. "Pia, isn't wardrobe shopping just so... tiring? Perhaps we might have a servant fetch us some wine?"
"Yes well, we were all supposed to be boys weren't we. I do agree its no excuse to spoil one over another. And now that Mama is pregnant again Imma will have to learn not to be the littlest anymore."
To think that her own daughter would be older than the next sibling was surreal, honestly one of the last things that she would have ever thought might happen. Taking the squealing infant from Nana, Pia rolled onto her side and laid Tisiphone on her back in the space between sisters. With a shriek of glee the girl reached for her toes, instantly trying to put them into her mouth between flailing excitedly and trying to grab her mother's fingers. This was the kind of scene she had imagined before the birth, spending time with her family and enjoying the little things of motherhood. Without Stephanos it was difficult, but in moments like this she could at least pretend.
Hearing the rundown of how her sisters might do in mothering, Pia gave a nod or a hum until she heard a name that she was familiar with, but had not realized that Nana had remembered. She looked over at her younger sister with eyes narrowed in suspicion, a smirk on her lips as she poked Nana with one of Tisi's feet. "Oh? Such concern for Baron Timaeus is it? Tisi did you know your auntie had feelings or is this just a secret to me?" Her voice and expression was animated, looking at her daughter before side eyeying her little sister.
"Wine yes, but we'll not be moving on from our topic yet. Tell me everything. Will there be a Leventi girl going to Colchis after all?"
Pia sat up and moved to the door, asking the servant outside to fetch them refreshment before returning to the bed and sitting up with an eager expression. In this position she felt even heavier with the way her stomach was shaped, like in the earlier days of her pregnancy. If she hadn't wanted to hear more about Nana's feelings for Timaeus she might have asked the girl what she thought. It wasn't possible, was it? She couldn't be with child again so soon, though..in the time before his departure since she had been physically able they had been intimate as often as they could. Knowing he was leaving had been a time of desperation and fear, and she'd needed to be with him.
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"Yes well, we were all supposed to be boys weren't we. I do agree its no excuse to spoil one over another. And now that Mama is pregnant again Imma will have to learn not to be the littlest anymore."
To think that her own daughter would be older than the next sibling was surreal, honestly one of the last things that she would have ever thought might happen. Taking the squealing infant from Nana, Pia rolled onto her side and laid Tisiphone on her back in the space between sisters. With a shriek of glee the girl reached for her toes, instantly trying to put them into her mouth between flailing excitedly and trying to grab her mother's fingers. This was the kind of scene she had imagined before the birth, spending time with her family and enjoying the little things of motherhood. Without Stephanos it was difficult, but in moments like this she could at least pretend.
Hearing the rundown of how her sisters might do in mothering, Pia gave a nod or a hum until she heard a name that she was familiar with, but had not realized that Nana had remembered. She looked over at her younger sister with eyes narrowed in suspicion, a smirk on her lips as she poked Nana with one of Tisi's feet. "Oh? Such concern for Baron Timaeus is it? Tisi did you know your auntie had feelings or is this just a secret to me?" Her voice and expression was animated, looking at her daughter before side eyeying her little sister.
"Wine yes, but we'll not be moving on from our topic yet. Tell me everything. Will there be a Leventi girl going to Colchis after all?"
Pia sat up and moved to the door, asking the servant outside to fetch them refreshment before returning to the bed and sitting up with an eager expression. In this position she felt even heavier with the way her stomach was shaped, like in the earlier days of her pregnancy. If she hadn't wanted to hear more about Nana's feelings for Timaeus she might have asked the girl what she thought. It wasn't possible, was it? She couldn't be with child again so soon, though..in the time before his departure since she had been physically able they had been intimate as often as they could. Knowing he was leaving had been a time of desperation and fear, and she'd needed to be with him.
"Yes well, we were all supposed to be boys weren't we. I do agree its no excuse to spoil one over another. And now that Mama is pregnant again Imma will have to learn not to be the littlest anymore."
To think that her own daughter would be older than the next sibling was surreal, honestly one of the last things that she would have ever thought might happen. Taking the squealing infant from Nana, Pia rolled onto her side and laid Tisiphone on her back in the space between sisters. With a shriek of glee the girl reached for her toes, instantly trying to put them into her mouth between flailing excitedly and trying to grab her mother's fingers. This was the kind of scene she had imagined before the birth, spending time with her family and enjoying the little things of motherhood. Without Stephanos it was difficult, but in moments like this she could at least pretend.
Hearing the rundown of how her sisters might do in mothering, Pia gave a nod or a hum until she heard a name that she was familiar with, but had not realized that Nana had remembered. She looked over at her younger sister with eyes narrowed in suspicion, a smirk on her lips as she poked Nana with one of Tisi's feet. "Oh? Such concern for Baron Timaeus is it? Tisi did you know your auntie had feelings or is this just a secret to me?" Her voice and expression was animated, looking at her daughter before side eyeying her little sister.
"Wine yes, but we'll not be moving on from our topic yet. Tell me everything. Will there be a Leventi girl going to Colchis after all?"
Pia sat up and moved to the door, asking the servant outside to fetch them refreshment before returning to the bed and sitting up with an eager expression. In this position she felt even heavier with the way her stomach was shaped, like in the earlier days of her pregnancy. If she hadn't wanted to hear more about Nana's feelings for Timaeus she might have asked the girl what she thought. It wasn't possible, was it? She couldn't be with child again so soon, though..in the time before his departure since she had been physically able they had been intimate as often as they could. Knowing he was leaving had been a time of desperation and fear, and she'd needed to be with him.
As her sister reminded her of the fact of the expected arrival within the next handful of months, Nana's eyebrows furrowed. As much as she tried to be happy for her mother, that did not change the fact that she thought the pregnancy a risk - Mother was, after all, getting on in years. If she was to risk childbirth with a weakened state and a shriveling womb, Nana would not stop her, yet, her decision to continue on trying to have a son, even at the risk of death, was rash, even to her second-youngest daughter.
"I suppose it's you and me, then, in the middle. Mother's best work, gone unnoticed."
It seemed that her passing mention of Timaeus had not been lost on Pia, who quickly followed up with her own questions about the man - it had not been a particularly long visit to Midas, and Pia had been quite occupied with her bundle of joy, so it was understandable that she had not yet met Nana's paramour. In fact, the blonde thought it quite for the best - though her gravitation to the Valaoritis was undeniable, she could not help the sliver of embarrassment that sat behind her eyes at the fact that she had mistaken him for a Kotas.
Yet, she could not go on keeping secrets from Olympia - she was her most trusted confidante in the family, after all.
Turning her head from Pia with a demure smile, her eyes wandered about the room as she tried to look anywhere but directly at her sister.
"We shall simply have to wait and see, won't we? Timaeus is a beautiful specimen, that much is certain. And he cares for me, I trust. Our first outing was a horse race - I, of course, beat him. I want to act as if I have no feelings for him, but... he has left a stack of letters for me, and a dog, that I should not feel lonely while he is at the front. Perhaps..." she trailed, before looking back to her sister with a collected expression, "that wine, now?," as a servant knocked on the door to signal the retrieval.
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As her sister reminded her of the fact of the expected arrival within the next handful of months, Nana's eyebrows furrowed. As much as she tried to be happy for her mother, that did not change the fact that she thought the pregnancy a risk - Mother was, after all, getting on in years. If she was to risk childbirth with a weakened state and a shriveling womb, Nana would not stop her, yet, her decision to continue on trying to have a son, even at the risk of death, was rash, even to her second-youngest daughter.
"I suppose it's you and me, then, in the middle. Mother's best work, gone unnoticed."
It seemed that her passing mention of Timaeus had not been lost on Pia, who quickly followed up with her own questions about the man - it had not been a particularly long visit to Midas, and Pia had been quite occupied with her bundle of joy, so it was understandable that she had not yet met Nana's paramour. In fact, the blonde thought it quite for the best - though her gravitation to the Valaoritis was undeniable, she could not help the sliver of embarrassment that sat behind her eyes at the fact that she had mistaken him for a Kotas.
Yet, she could not go on keeping secrets from Olympia - she was her most trusted confidante in the family, after all.
Turning her head from Pia with a demure smile, her eyes wandered about the room as she tried to look anywhere but directly at her sister.
"We shall simply have to wait and see, won't we? Timaeus is a beautiful specimen, that much is certain. And he cares for me, I trust. Our first outing was a horse race - I, of course, beat him. I want to act as if I have no feelings for him, but... he has left a stack of letters for me, and a dog, that I should not feel lonely while he is at the front. Perhaps..." she trailed, before looking back to her sister with a collected expression, "that wine, now?," as a servant knocked on the door to signal the retrieval.
As her sister reminded her of the fact of the expected arrival within the next handful of months, Nana's eyebrows furrowed. As much as she tried to be happy for her mother, that did not change the fact that she thought the pregnancy a risk - Mother was, after all, getting on in years. If she was to risk childbirth with a weakened state and a shriveling womb, Nana would not stop her, yet, her decision to continue on trying to have a son, even at the risk of death, was rash, even to her second-youngest daughter.
"I suppose it's you and me, then, in the middle. Mother's best work, gone unnoticed."
It seemed that her passing mention of Timaeus had not been lost on Pia, who quickly followed up with her own questions about the man - it had not been a particularly long visit to Midas, and Pia had been quite occupied with her bundle of joy, so it was understandable that she had not yet met Nana's paramour. In fact, the blonde thought it quite for the best - though her gravitation to the Valaoritis was undeniable, she could not help the sliver of embarrassment that sat behind her eyes at the fact that she had mistaken him for a Kotas.
Yet, she could not go on keeping secrets from Olympia - she was her most trusted confidante in the family, after all.
Turning her head from Pia with a demure smile, her eyes wandered about the room as she tried to look anywhere but directly at her sister.
"We shall simply have to wait and see, won't we? Timaeus is a beautiful specimen, that much is certain. And he cares for me, I trust. Our first outing was a horse race - I, of course, beat him. I want to act as if I have no feelings for him, but... he has left a stack of letters for me, and a dog, that I should not feel lonely while he is at the front. Perhaps..." she trailed, before looking back to her sister with a collected expression, "that wine, now?," as a servant knocked on the door to signal the retrieval.
