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18 years old and a lot of years to live, Adrestus was feeling high and mighty. Honestly, they had already been sailing for a couple years and yet it felt like a lifetime. They had gone to places that, before they had left Athenia, Adrestus had never imagined he’d arrive at. This time, they were going to what he believed was even stranger then egypt- a kingdom called Bedoa. It was wild and filled with desert, and Adrestus was confused about their culture. There wasn’t any one queen or king, he wasn’t even sure about who was in charge. Who was Adre to judge, though? It was far to journey, too and he could already tell Sokari and Tim were getting tired of just seeing water. Adrestus felt restless himself, but he tried to keep himself busy by continuing to work with the crew on the ship. By 18, he had had a lot of experience…. But he would still agree that he would need practice. He even helped Tim in learning more knots, when he could engage his friend with that kind of thing. Drinking was also a fun past time on the ship. Because it was so far to go to Bedoa, however, they had to keep rations strict and tight, so it wasn’t like they could party every night. Which meant even more boredom.
Young adrestus wore a sailors outfit, and only 18 years old, had not yet grown into having a muscular body. He was quite thin from his adventures, and while he made sure to keep strong, he had big goals for keeping his body in shape. In his face it was obvious he hadn’t ever needed to work really hard in his life- up until this point it had all been about enjoyment and entertainment. Adrestus called out in relief when he saw land, and gave Tim a friendly tap on the back. “Almost there, Tim! I’m excited to see it!” Adrestus confessed. He reached over to push Sokari’s shoulder in a friendly way, smiling. They were going to reach Bedoa soon enough. They weren’t able to leave the ship right when it landed on the docks, instead they had to make sure it was tight and the ship was secure. They didn’t know much about this land- they didn’t need any thieves coming to steal their provisions on the ship. As the captain and crew went to buy rations, Adrestus focused on his friends. “Wait before you go Tim….” Adrestus spoke to his friend- he knew immediately they were wanting to meet girls. “Have a meal with me?” Adrestus felt a little uneasy, and his face showed it. Not knowing exactly where to get some good food among the shady vendors, Adrestus noticed someone who might be friendly.
"Hello?" The young sailor reached out to touch Neena’s arm, trying to get her attention. “What’s something good to eat here in Bedoa.” He asked, striking a smile towards her. “We are travelers, we have never been to this kingdom before.” Of course, he forgot that she probably couldn't speak his language, and Adre spoke only in greek.
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18 years old and a lot of years to live, Adrestus was feeling high and mighty. Honestly, they had already been sailing for a couple years and yet it felt like a lifetime. They had gone to places that, before they had left Athenia, Adrestus had never imagined he’d arrive at. This time, they were going to what he believed was even stranger then egypt- a kingdom called Bedoa. It was wild and filled with desert, and Adrestus was confused about their culture. There wasn’t any one queen or king, he wasn’t even sure about who was in charge. Who was Adre to judge, though? It was far to journey, too and he could already tell Sokari and Tim were getting tired of just seeing water. Adrestus felt restless himself, but he tried to keep himself busy by continuing to work with the crew on the ship. By 18, he had had a lot of experience…. But he would still agree that he would need practice. He even helped Tim in learning more knots, when he could engage his friend with that kind of thing. Drinking was also a fun past time on the ship. Because it was so far to go to Bedoa, however, they had to keep rations strict and tight, so it wasn’t like they could party every night. Which meant even more boredom.
Young adrestus wore a sailors outfit, and only 18 years old, had not yet grown into having a muscular body. He was quite thin from his adventures, and while he made sure to keep strong, he had big goals for keeping his body in shape. In his face it was obvious he hadn’t ever needed to work really hard in his life- up until this point it had all been about enjoyment and entertainment. Adrestus called out in relief when he saw land, and gave Tim a friendly tap on the back. “Almost there, Tim! I’m excited to see it!” Adrestus confessed. He reached over to push Sokari’s shoulder in a friendly way, smiling. They were going to reach Bedoa soon enough. They weren’t able to leave the ship right when it landed on the docks, instead they had to make sure it was tight and the ship was secure. They didn’t know much about this land- they didn’t need any thieves coming to steal their provisions on the ship. As the captain and crew went to buy rations, Adrestus focused on his friends. “Wait before you go Tim….” Adrestus spoke to his friend- he knew immediately they were wanting to meet girls. “Have a meal with me?” Adrestus felt a little uneasy, and his face showed it. Not knowing exactly where to get some good food among the shady vendors, Adrestus noticed someone who might be friendly.
"Hello?" The young sailor reached out to touch Neena’s arm, trying to get her attention. “What’s something good to eat here in Bedoa.” He asked, striking a smile towards her. “We are travelers, we have never been to this kingdom before.” Of course, he forgot that she probably couldn't speak his language, and Adre spoke only in greek.
18 years old and a lot of years to live, Adrestus was feeling high and mighty. Honestly, they had already been sailing for a couple years and yet it felt like a lifetime. They had gone to places that, before they had left Athenia, Adrestus had never imagined he’d arrive at. This time, they were going to what he believed was even stranger then egypt- a kingdom called Bedoa. It was wild and filled with desert, and Adrestus was confused about their culture. There wasn’t any one queen or king, he wasn’t even sure about who was in charge. Who was Adre to judge, though? It was far to journey, too and he could already tell Sokari and Tim were getting tired of just seeing water. Adrestus felt restless himself, but he tried to keep himself busy by continuing to work with the crew on the ship. By 18, he had had a lot of experience…. But he would still agree that he would need practice. He even helped Tim in learning more knots, when he could engage his friend with that kind of thing. Drinking was also a fun past time on the ship. Because it was so far to go to Bedoa, however, they had to keep rations strict and tight, so it wasn’t like they could party every night. Which meant even more boredom.
Young adrestus wore a sailors outfit, and only 18 years old, had not yet grown into having a muscular body. He was quite thin from his adventures, and while he made sure to keep strong, he had big goals for keeping his body in shape. In his face it was obvious he hadn’t ever needed to work really hard in his life- up until this point it had all been about enjoyment and entertainment. Adrestus called out in relief when he saw land, and gave Tim a friendly tap on the back. “Almost there, Tim! I’m excited to see it!” Adrestus confessed. He reached over to push Sokari’s shoulder in a friendly way, smiling. They were going to reach Bedoa soon enough. They weren’t able to leave the ship right when it landed on the docks, instead they had to make sure it was tight and the ship was secure. They didn’t know much about this land- they didn’t need any thieves coming to steal their provisions on the ship. As the captain and crew went to buy rations, Adrestus focused on his friends. “Wait before you go Tim….” Adrestus spoke to his friend- he knew immediately they were wanting to meet girls. “Have a meal with me?” Adrestus felt a little uneasy, and his face showed it. Not knowing exactly where to get some good food among the shady vendors, Adrestus noticed someone who might be friendly.
"Hello?" The young sailor reached out to touch Neena’s arm, trying to get her attention. “What’s something good to eat here in Bedoa.” He asked, striking a smile towards her. “We are travelers, we have never been to this kingdom before.” Of course, he forgot that she probably couldn't speak his language, and Adre spoke only in greek.
Neena did not much like being a Queen.
It was ironic perhaps, given that so many little girls would dream of nothing more than to marry a fine or rich man and live a life of luxury and ease. She herself had found thoughts drifting through her head when she was very small - as all orphans did - of finding a family and a place to belong that didn't require her to sleep in the sand beneath a cart that held her masters.
But being a Queen was no fun.
Having once been a slave of the Zaire people, Neena could not disagree that she now slept in far better accommodations, she wore clothes that didn't itch so much and she didn't have to perform any more hard labour that left her hands peeling and her back hot from the sun. Not to mention the fact that she was able to sleep beside the man and woman that she loved every night.
There were far worse things to be than the second wife of a Leier.
But there was also the restrictions and the expectations. Being the woman of a powerful man meant being an addition to another person's life rather than holding one of your own. Her role as second wife held less independence than being the Leierin specifically (not that she would ever want to hold a role of such responsibilities) and meant that she was more an addition to Hasani than her own being. She was expected to support him in everything he did, to never disagree with him in public, to never turn away from such a union without anything but joy on her face and acceptance in her heart.
Metaphorically, the constant smiling was giving her cheek-ache.
And so, when the tribe had arrived at the port on the western edge of the desert, Neena had requested an afternoon away from the people and from her husband. She had wanted to explore without the people of her gesin looking to her with expectant eyes - like everything she did held a significance that they needed to pay attention to. She had requested to go alone, which Hasani had obviously refused to let happen and had assigned her a large black guard in the form of Jabari. A man who, despite a rough start had been a loyal follower of the man's second wife for several years. The man was large, imposing and blacker than night. So dark he looked glossy in the sunlight, he held blood from further south and Neena had always thought him oddly pretty.
Accepting the escort despite her annoyance at having a shadow tailing her steps, Neena had headed out into the ramshackle city that had formed on the coast around the waterline and accepted the silent companion of the master trainer behind her. Instead, she turned her attention to the stalls, smelt the scents of roasting meat and baked fruit and felt her mouth water. It had been some months since she had been able to eat perishables that weren't dried and she was excited to try them out.
Having dressed down for the afternoon, in a simple kaftan tunic of green and purple that draped across her frame and was then tied in at her waist with a strip of black fabric, Neena looked wealthy compared to those around her - for the kaftan was clean and unworn - but not the regal position that she held. Only the man that followed her gave away her significance. And even then, it wasn't clear just whom she might be that required such a devoted follower that wore a simple loincloth of orange and yellow and walked with a spear longer than his own impressive height.
Feeling Jabari stiffen at her elbow, Neena looked round at the tap upon her arm with wide curious eyes as a pale foreigner spoke to her. After years sailing on a Grecian vessel, Neena knew the language he spoke, but Jabari did not.
'What did he say?' Jabari asked, his brow lowering in uncertainty over the man and his fingers tightening on the shaft of his spear. He had other weapons hidden on his body but the spear was his easiest go to.
"He means no harm." Neena said with an amused tone back at him, speaking in Bedoan and waving a hand of dismissal over the man's protectiveness. She then turned to speak with the Grecian directly and smiled.
"There are some delicious foods around here. Do you want something Greek to eat?" There were very few but the occasional northern traveller set up a vending stall along the ways. "Or something traditionally Bedoan?"
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Neena did not much like being a Queen.
It was ironic perhaps, given that so many little girls would dream of nothing more than to marry a fine or rich man and live a life of luxury and ease. She herself had found thoughts drifting through her head when she was very small - as all orphans did - of finding a family and a place to belong that didn't require her to sleep in the sand beneath a cart that held her masters.
But being a Queen was no fun.
Having once been a slave of the Zaire people, Neena could not disagree that she now slept in far better accommodations, she wore clothes that didn't itch so much and she didn't have to perform any more hard labour that left her hands peeling and her back hot from the sun. Not to mention the fact that she was able to sleep beside the man and woman that she loved every night.
There were far worse things to be than the second wife of a Leier.
But there was also the restrictions and the expectations. Being the woman of a powerful man meant being an addition to another person's life rather than holding one of your own. Her role as second wife held less independence than being the Leierin specifically (not that she would ever want to hold a role of such responsibilities) and meant that she was more an addition to Hasani than her own being. She was expected to support him in everything he did, to never disagree with him in public, to never turn away from such a union without anything but joy on her face and acceptance in her heart.
Metaphorically, the constant smiling was giving her cheek-ache.
And so, when the tribe had arrived at the port on the western edge of the desert, Neena had requested an afternoon away from the people and from her husband. She had wanted to explore without the people of her gesin looking to her with expectant eyes - like everything she did held a significance that they needed to pay attention to. She had requested to go alone, which Hasani had obviously refused to let happen and had assigned her a large black guard in the form of Jabari. A man who, despite a rough start had been a loyal follower of the man's second wife for several years. The man was large, imposing and blacker than night. So dark he looked glossy in the sunlight, he held blood from further south and Neena had always thought him oddly pretty.
Accepting the escort despite her annoyance at having a shadow tailing her steps, Neena had headed out into the ramshackle city that had formed on the coast around the waterline and accepted the silent companion of the master trainer behind her. Instead, she turned her attention to the stalls, smelt the scents of roasting meat and baked fruit and felt her mouth water. It had been some months since she had been able to eat perishables that weren't dried and she was excited to try them out.
Having dressed down for the afternoon, in a simple kaftan tunic of green and purple that draped across her frame and was then tied in at her waist with a strip of black fabric, Neena looked wealthy compared to those around her - for the kaftan was clean and unworn - but not the regal position that she held. Only the man that followed her gave away her significance. And even then, it wasn't clear just whom she might be that required such a devoted follower that wore a simple loincloth of orange and yellow and walked with a spear longer than his own impressive height.
Feeling Jabari stiffen at her elbow, Neena looked round at the tap upon her arm with wide curious eyes as a pale foreigner spoke to her. After years sailing on a Grecian vessel, Neena knew the language he spoke, but Jabari did not.
'What did he say?' Jabari asked, his brow lowering in uncertainty over the man and his fingers tightening on the shaft of his spear. He had other weapons hidden on his body but the spear was his easiest go to.
"He means no harm." Neena said with an amused tone back at him, speaking in Bedoan and waving a hand of dismissal over the man's protectiveness. She then turned to speak with the Grecian directly and smiled.
"There are some delicious foods around here. Do you want something Greek to eat?" There were very few but the occasional northern traveller set up a vending stall along the ways. "Or something traditionally Bedoan?"
Neena did not much like being a Queen.
It was ironic perhaps, given that so many little girls would dream of nothing more than to marry a fine or rich man and live a life of luxury and ease. She herself had found thoughts drifting through her head when she was very small - as all orphans did - of finding a family and a place to belong that didn't require her to sleep in the sand beneath a cart that held her masters.
But being a Queen was no fun.
Having once been a slave of the Zaire people, Neena could not disagree that she now slept in far better accommodations, she wore clothes that didn't itch so much and she didn't have to perform any more hard labour that left her hands peeling and her back hot from the sun. Not to mention the fact that she was able to sleep beside the man and woman that she loved every night.
There were far worse things to be than the second wife of a Leier.
But there was also the restrictions and the expectations. Being the woman of a powerful man meant being an addition to another person's life rather than holding one of your own. Her role as second wife held less independence than being the Leierin specifically (not that she would ever want to hold a role of such responsibilities) and meant that she was more an addition to Hasani than her own being. She was expected to support him in everything he did, to never disagree with him in public, to never turn away from such a union without anything but joy on her face and acceptance in her heart.
Metaphorically, the constant smiling was giving her cheek-ache.
And so, when the tribe had arrived at the port on the western edge of the desert, Neena had requested an afternoon away from the people and from her husband. She had wanted to explore without the people of her gesin looking to her with expectant eyes - like everything she did held a significance that they needed to pay attention to. She had requested to go alone, which Hasani had obviously refused to let happen and had assigned her a large black guard in the form of Jabari. A man who, despite a rough start had been a loyal follower of the man's second wife for several years. The man was large, imposing and blacker than night. So dark he looked glossy in the sunlight, he held blood from further south and Neena had always thought him oddly pretty.
Accepting the escort despite her annoyance at having a shadow tailing her steps, Neena had headed out into the ramshackle city that had formed on the coast around the waterline and accepted the silent companion of the master trainer behind her. Instead, she turned her attention to the stalls, smelt the scents of roasting meat and baked fruit and felt her mouth water. It had been some months since she had been able to eat perishables that weren't dried and she was excited to try them out.
Having dressed down for the afternoon, in a simple kaftan tunic of green and purple that draped across her frame and was then tied in at her waist with a strip of black fabric, Neena looked wealthy compared to those around her - for the kaftan was clean and unworn - but not the regal position that she held. Only the man that followed her gave away her significance. And even then, it wasn't clear just whom she might be that required such a devoted follower that wore a simple loincloth of orange and yellow and walked with a spear longer than his own impressive height.
Feeling Jabari stiffen at her elbow, Neena looked round at the tap upon her arm with wide curious eyes as a pale foreigner spoke to her. After years sailing on a Grecian vessel, Neena knew the language he spoke, but Jabari did not.
'What did he say?' Jabari asked, his brow lowering in uncertainty over the man and his fingers tightening on the shaft of his spear. He had other weapons hidden on his body but the spear was his easiest go to.
"He means no harm." Neena said with an amused tone back at him, speaking in Bedoan and waving a hand of dismissal over the man's protectiveness. She then turned to speak with the Grecian directly and smiled.
"There are some delicious foods around here. Do you want something Greek to eat?" There were very few but the occasional northern traveller set up a vending stall along the ways. "Or something traditionally Bedoan?"
There was nothing more thrilling to Timaeus than getting the chance to explore a new shore. From the moment that the faint outline of Bedoa appeared on the horizon, he could feel his excitement rising with each passing moment. Although he loved being out at sea, he had been on this boat for what had to be at least the better part of a month. He longed for the chance to be able to walk on stable ground again and be able to stretch his legs without getting in the way of the ship's crew. The Colchian was practically chomping off the bit to get off the boat when it came into port and the gangway was lowered, welcoming this ragtag group of boys to a land and culture that was so vastly different than their own.
Sokari had done a decent job of warning the boys that the land of Bedoa was nothing like the Grecian kingdoms that they had come from. Given that he was the only one of the group that had actually grown up in the African realm, he had a plethora of knowledge that the two Greeks did not. That was something that couldn't even really be contested as Timaeus knew precious little about Bedoa beyond the fact that there was very little water and the people did not make their deals with money. However, even this had to be cast in a shadow of doubt as Timaeus had only heard these tidbits as exaggerated stories shared between young children who were all eager for adventure. He had no idea that any of it was true before his friend had confirmed them. That only brought up a litany of new questions for the Colchian though as he had no idea how the Bedoans could function without money. The whole concept seemed so foreign to him that he was eager to see how it worked... but he was also worried about how he would fare if he ran into trouble and no way to pay his way out like he normally did when the walls came closing in. It wasn't something that he should have been proud of, but hey, if being a member of Grecian nobility came had perks, why shouldn't he take advantage of it?
This worry about not being able to understand the culture nagged his thoughts for a moment, but they were luckily quickly shaken away when Tim heard Adrestus nearby. Turning to his friend, the Colchian was quick to nod in affirmation that he would stay by the Athenian's side as he found a bite to eat. That had been his plan anyway as even though Tim was eager to explore all that Bedoa had to offer, it was safer to stick close to his friend as the boys got their bearings in regards to their new locale. With any luck, this odd sort of buddy system would hopefully keep the boys from getting lost in this new land. Plus it also didn't hurt that Timaeus could see that there was a certain aura of uneasiness surrounding his friend. Was Adre nervous about the whole no money thing too? Or was he jittery for some other reason? Tim knew Adrestus fairly well by this point as their bond from these adventures had gone so deep that they would not hesitate to call each other brothers. He knew that if there was something truly bothering the Nikolaos, he would be forthcoming with what was troubling him. The fact that he wasn't saying anything was a bit worrying, but Tim knew better than to push the Athenian. He would just have to keep an eye on Adre and make sure that his friend was alright. Given everything that the boys had gone through thus far, Timaeus would like to think that they did a good job of making sure the other was alright.
He let Adrestus take the lead as they left the ship with Tim pausing to turn to Sokari to extend the invitation as well. The Egyptian turned this down though. Tim wasn't sure why he would do that, but given how quickly that Adrestus was slipping away from them, he didn't have much of a chance to question him on it. Maybe that would be a topic for another day? Either way, the nineteen-year-old could see his friend quickly weaving through the crowd and moving further away from the dock. Shrugging his shoulders at the friend who was being left behind, Tim was quick to give chase, trying to make sure that the bright colors of Adre's tunic stayed within view as tried to keep up with the younger man. He called out to his friend, attempting to get the Athenian's attention, but it didn't seem to work.
Not that it mattered anymore. Timaeus could see how Adrestus had come to a stop just a bit further up ahead. Now that the momentary worry of either of them getting lost had faded from his mind, Tim was able to slow down and approach his friend without needing to come to a skidding stop. Which was a good thing as the first thing that the Colchian noticed when he came to his friend's side was the tall, lumbering man at Adre's side. Even though the Colchian was taller than most, this man seemed to tower over him thanks to the few extra inches and powerful frame. It was almost no comparison to the pair of lanky boys. The sheer size difference between the men caused Tim to nervously swallow as he practically shrunk under Jabari's disapproving glare. He was half-tempted to grab Adre's arm and pull him away to go find what basically equated to directions somewhere else.
However, the Greek words of reassurance from the Bedoan woman that Adre was conversing with forced Timaeus to give pause. Although he had noticed the woman as he approached, the sheer terror that her bodyguard had exuded had been rather distracting. Now that she commanded the boy's attention with the surprise of her speaking in their mother tongue, Timaeus was able to properly take note of the woman. Instantly, he could see that it had been a mistake to not direct his attention to her in the first place. She was clearly someone of importance based on the fine fabrics adorning her body and the sheer fact that she had the same innate regal air that all nobles and royals carried. There was a hint of awkwardness to her though, almost as if she either wasn't used to or she did not like the attention that came with this status she held. However, judging by the standoffish nature of the bodyguard at her side, this wasn't something that Timaeus was going to question or dwell on. It wasn't his place and he was not going to make it his either. Otherwise he had the sneaking suspicion that this Jabari fellow would not hesitate to reduce the gangly boy to little more than a toothpick.
Not knowing the customs of Bedoa, but not wanting to cause any further accidental offense, a bright red blush crawled up his cheeks as he gave a short bow. He could only hope that what he knew as a sign of respect was not taken in the opposite direction in Bedoa. Stepping in quickly to add a touch of formalities, Tim was quick to introduce the two boys. "Thank you for helping us. I'm Timaeus and he's Adrestus. It's a pleasure to meet you." He made sure to be as polite as he could be while he was unsure of her rank in the Bedoan culture. It was just easier if the boy's ranks were dropped for now as he doubted that they would matter here in a country where not many Greeks elected to go. He stepped back quickly though, allowing his friend to take charge of the conversation as Adre had been the first to approach her and it was his idea to go on the hunt for food as well. It should be his choice to decide what cuisine option that the boys indulged in as well. Timaeus obviously hoped for a Bedoan meal as he wanted to experience the entirety of the culture before them, but if his friend was homesick, he wasn't going to deny him either.
Though as he waited for his friend to make the choice, Tim couldn't help the curious gaze that settled over Neena. The Colchian was intrigued by the fact that she knew nearly perfect Greek. That wasn't something that the boys saw often on their journey to explore the world. Not that it had ever been much of an obstacle as the boys could muddle their way through... but still he couldn't help wondering how a woman of clear status in Bedoa had learned the language. Timaeus silently hoped that it would be something that could come to light as the conversation progressed.
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There was nothing more thrilling to Timaeus than getting the chance to explore a new shore. From the moment that the faint outline of Bedoa appeared on the horizon, he could feel his excitement rising with each passing moment. Although he loved being out at sea, he had been on this boat for what had to be at least the better part of a month. He longed for the chance to be able to walk on stable ground again and be able to stretch his legs without getting in the way of the ship's crew. The Colchian was practically chomping off the bit to get off the boat when it came into port and the gangway was lowered, welcoming this ragtag group of boys to a land and culture that was so vastly different than their own.
Sokari had done a decent job of warning the boys that the land of Bedoa was nothing like the Grecian kingdoms that they had come from. Given that he was the only one of the group that had actually grown up in the African realm, he had a plethora of knowledge that the two Greeks did not. That was something that couldn't even really be contested as Timaeus knew precious little about Bedoa beyond the fact that there was very little water and the people did not make their deals with money. However, even this had to be cast in a shadow of doubt as Timaeus had only heard these tidbits as exaggerated stories shared between young children who were all eager for adventure. He had no idea that any of it was true before his friend had confirmed them. That only brought up a litany of new questions for the Colchian though as he had no idea how the Bedoans could function without money. The whole concept seemed so foreign to him that he was eager to see how it worked... but he was also worried about how he would fare if he ran into trouble and no way to pay his way out like he normally did when the walls came closing in. It wasn't something that he should have been proud of, but hey, if being a member of Grecian nobility came had perks, why shouldn't he take advantage of it?
This worry about not being able to understand the culture nagged his thoughts for a moment, but they were luckily quickly shaken away when Tim heard Adrestus nearby. Turning to his friend, the Colchian was quick to nod in affirmation that he would stay by the Athenian's side as he found a bite to eat. That had been his plan anyway as even though Tim was eager to explore all that Bedoa had to offer, it was safer to stick close to his friend as the boys got their bearings in regards to their new locale. With any luck, this odd sort of buddy system would hopefully keep the boys from getting lost in this new land. Plus it also didn't hurt that Timaeus could see that there was a certain aura of uneasiness surrounding his friend. Was Adre nervous about the whole no money thing too? Or was he jittery for some other reason? Tim knew Adrestus fairly well by this point as their bond from these adventures had gone so deep that they would not hesitate to call each other brothers. He knew that if there was something truly bothering the Nikolaos, he would be forthcoming with what was troubling him. The fact that he wasn't saying anything was a bit worrying, but Tim knew better than to push the Athenian. He would just have to keep an eye on Adre and make sure that his friend was alright. Given everything that the boys had gone through thus far, Timaeus would like to think that they did a good job of making sure the other was alright.
He let Adrestus take the lead as they left the ship with Tim pausing to turn to Sokari to extend the invitation as well. The Egyptian turned this down though. Tim wasn't sure why he would do that, but given how quickly that Adrestus was slipping away from them, he didn't have much of a chance to question him on it. Maybe that would be a topic for another day? Either way, the nineteen-year-old could see his friend quickly weaving through the crowd and moving further away from the dock. Shrugging his shoulders at the friend who was being left behind, Tim was quick to give chase, trying to make sure that the bright colors of Adre's tunic stayed within view as tried to keep up with the younger man. He called out to his friend, attempting to get the Athenian's attention, but it didn't seem to work.
Not that it mattered anymore. Timaeus could see how Adrestus had come to a stop just a bit further up ahead. Now that the momentary worry of either of them getting lost had faded from his mind, Tim was able to slow down and approach his friend without needing to come to a skidding stop. Which was a good thing as the first thing that the Colchian noticed when he came to his friend's side was the tall, lumbering man at Adre's side. Even though the Colchian was taller than most, this man seemed to tower over him thanks to the few extra inches and powerful frame. It was almost no comparison to the pair of lanky boys. The sheer size difference between the men caused Tim to nervously swallow as he practically shrunk under Jabari's disapproving glare. He was half-tempted to grab Adre's arm and pull him away to go find what basically equated to directions somewhere else.
However, the Greek words of reassurance from the Bedoan woman that Adre was conversing with forced Timaeus to give pause. Although he had noticed the woman as he approached, the sheer terror that her bodyguard had exuded had been rather distracting. Now that she commanded the boy's attention with the surprise of her speaking in their mother tongue, Timaeus was able to properly take note of the woman. Instantly, he could see that it had been a mistake to not direct his attention to her in the first place. She was clearly someone of importance based on the fine fabrics adorning her body and the sheer fact that she had the same innate regal air that all nobles and royals carried. There was a hint of awkwardness to her though, almost as if she either wasn't used to or she did not like the attention that came with this status she held. However, judging by the standoffish nature of the bodyguard at her side, this wasn't something that Timaeus was going to question or dwell on. It wasn't his place and he was not going to make it his either. Otherwise he had the sneaking suspicion that this Jabari fellow would not hesitate to reduce the gangly boy to little more than a toothpick.
Not knowing the customs of Bedoa, but not wanting to cause any further accidental offense, a bright red blush crawled up his cheeks as he gave a short bow. He could only hope that what he knew as a sign of respect was not taken in the opposite direction in Bedoa. Stepping in quickly to add a touch of formalities, Tim was quick to introduce the two boys. "Thank you for helping us. I'm Timaeus and he's Adrestus. It's a pleasure to meet you." He made sure to be as polite as he could be while he was unsure of her rank in the Bedoan culture. It was just easier if the boy's ranks were dropped for now as he doubted that they would matter here in a country where not many Greeks elected to go. He stepped back quickly though, allowing his friend to take charge of the conversation as Adre had been the first to approach her and it was his idea to go on the hunt for food as well. It should be his choice to decide what cuisine option that the boys indulged in as well. Timaeus obviously hoped for a Bedoan meal as he wanted to experience the entirety of the culture before them, but if his friend was homesick, he wasn't going to deny him either.
Though as he waited for his friend to make the choice, Tim couldn't help the curious gaze that settled over Neena. The Colchian was intrigued by the fact that she knew nearly perfect Greek. That wasn't something that the boys saw often on their journey to explore the world. Not that it had ever been much of an obstacle as the boys could muddle their way through... but still he couldn't help wondering how a woman of clear status in Bedoa had learned the language. Timaeus silently hoped that it would be something that could come to light as the conversation progressed.
There was nothing more thrilling to Timaeus than getting the chance to explore a new shore. From the moment that the faint outline of Bedoa appeared on the horizon, he could feel his excitement rising with each passing moment. Although he loved being out at sea, he had been on this boat for what had to be at least the better part of a month. He longed for the chance to be able to walk on stable ground again and be able to stretch his legs without getting in the way of the ship's crew. The Colchian was practically chomping off the bit to get off the boat when it came into port and the gangway was lowered, welcoming this ragtag group of boys to a land and culture that was so vastly different than their own.
Sokari had done a decent job of warning the boys that the land of Bedoa was nothing like the Grecian kingdoms that they had come from. Given that he was the only one of the group that had actually grown up in the African realm, he had a plethora of knowledge that the two Greeks did not. That was something that couldn't even really be contested as Timaeus knew precious little about Bedoa beyond the fact that there was very little water and the people did not make their deals with money. However, even this had to be cast in a shadow of doubt as Timaeus had only heard these tidbits as exaggerated stories shared between young children who were all eager for adventure. He had no idea that any of it was true before his friend had confirmed them. That only brought up a litany of new questions for the Colchian though as he had no idea how the Bedoans could function without money. The whole concept seemed so foreign to him that he was eager to see how it worked... but he was also worried about how he would fare if he ran into trouble and no way to pay his way out like he normally did when the walls came closing in. It wasn't something that he should have been proud of, but hey, if being a member of Grecian nobility came had perks, why shouldn't he take advantage of it?
This worry about not being able to understand the culture nagged his thoughts for a moment, but they were luckily quickly shaken away when Tim heard Adrestus nearby. Turning to his friend, the Colchian was quick to nod in affirmation that he would stay by the Athenian's side as he found a bite to eat. That had been his plan anyway as even though Tim was eager to explore all that Bedoa had to offer, it was safer to stick close to his friend as the boys got their bearings in regards to their new locale. With any luck, this odd sort of buddy system would hopefully keep the boys from getting lost in this new land. Plus it also didn't hurt that Timaeus could see that there was a certain aura of uneasiness surrounding his friend. Was Adre nervous about the whole no money thing too? Or was he jittery for some other reason? Tim knew Adrestus fairly well by this point as their bond from these adventures had gone so deep that they would not hesitate to call each other brothers. He knew that if there was something truly bothering the Nikolaos, he would be forthcoming with what was troubling him. The fact that he wasn't saying anything was a bit worrying, but Tim knew better than to push the Athenian. He would just have to keep an eye on Adre and make sure that his friend was alright. Given everything that the boys had gone through thus far, Timaeus would like to think that they did a good job of making sure the other was alright.
He let Adrestus take the lead as they left the ship with Tim pausing to turn to Sokari to extend the invitation as well. The Egyptian turned this down though. Tim wasn't sure why he would do that, but given how quickly that Adrestus was slipping away from them, he didn't have much of a chance to question him on it. Maybe that would be a topic for another day? Either way, the nineteen-year-old could see his friend quickly weaving through the crowd and moving further away from the dock. Shrugging his shoulders at the friend who was being left behind, Tim was quick to give chase, trying to make sure that the bright colors of Adre's tunic stayed within view as tried to keep up with the younger man. He called out to his friend, attempting to get the Athenian's attention, but it didn't seem to work.
Not that it mattered anymore. Timaeus could see how Adrestus had come to a stop just a bit further up ahead. Now that the momentary worry of either of them getting lost had faded from his mind, Tim was able to slow down and approach his friend without needing to come to a skidding stop. Which was a good thing as the first thing that the Colchian noticed when he came to his friend's side was the tall, lumbering man at Adre's side. Even though the Colchian was taller than most, this man seemed to tower over him thanks to the few extra inches and powerful frame. It was almost no comparison to the pair of lanky boys. The sheer size difference between the men caused Tim to nervously swallow as he practically shrunk under Jabari's disapproving glare. He was half-tempted to grab Adre's arm and pull him away to go find what basically equated to directions somewhere else.
However, the Greek words of reassurance from the Bedoan woman that Adre was conversing with forced Timaeus to give pause. Although he had noticed the woman as he approached, the sheer terror that her bodyguard had exuded had been rather distracting. Now that she commanded the boy's attention with the surprise of her speaking in their mother tongue, Timaeus was able to properly take note of the woman. Instantly, he could see that it had been a mistake to not direct his attention to her in the first place. She was clearly someone of importance based on the fine fabrics adorning her body and the sheer fact that she had the same innate regal air that all nobles and royals carried. There was a hint of awkwardness to her though, almost as if she either wasn't used to or she did not like the attention that came with this status she held. However, judging by the standoffish nature of the bodyguard at her side, this wasn't something that Timaeus was going to question or dwell on. It wasn't his place and he was not going to make it his either. Otherwise he had the sneaking suspicion that this Jabari fellow would not hesitate to reduce the gangly boy to little more than a toothpick.
Not knowing the customs of Bedoa, but not wanting to cause any further accidental offense, a bright red blush crawled up his cheeks as he gave a short bow. He could only hope that what he knew as a sign of respect was not taken in the opposite direction in Bedoa. Stepping in quickly to add a touch of formalities, Tim was quick to introduce the two boys. "Thank you for helping us. I'm Timaeus and he's Adrestus. It's a pleasure to meet you." He made sure to be as polite as he could be while he was unsure of her rank in the Bedoan culture. It was just easier if the boy's ranks were dropped for now as he doubted that they would matter here in a country where not many Greeks elected to go. He stepped back quickly though, allowing his friend to take charge of the conversation as Adre had been the first to approach her and it was his idea to go on the hunt for food as well. It should be his choice to decide what cuisine option that the boys indulged in as well. Timaeus obviously hoped for a Bedoan meal as he wanted to experience the entirety of the culture before them, but if his friend was homesick, he wasn't going to deny him either.
Though as he waited for his friend to make the choice, Tim couldn't help the curious gaze that settled over Neena. The Colchian was intrigued by the fact that she knew nearly perfect Greek. That wasn't something that the boys saw often on their journey to explore the world. Not that it had ever been much of an obstacle as the boys could muddle their way through... but still he couldn't help wondering how a woman of clear status in Bedoa had learned the language. Timaeus silently hoped that it would be something that could come to light as the conversation progressed.