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In the middle of the central plateia lives a fountain. Its base wide, circular and with a walled enclosure the height of mid shin, it has a constant supply of water in its shallow depths, the figure in the centre offering a pretty stream emitted from points of Poseidon's trident. The water shines and shimmers in the daylight hours but this time there is something more obvious making itself sparkle in its depths...
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In the middle of the central plateia lives a fountain. Its base wide, circular and with a walled enclosure the height of mid shin, it has a constant supply of water in its shallow depths, the figure in the centre offering a pretty stream emitted from points of Poseidon's trident. The water shines and shimmers in the daylight hours but this time there is something more obvious making itself sparkle in its depths...
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In the middle of the central plateia lives a fountain. Its base wide, circular and with a walled enclosure the height of mid shin, it has a constant supply of water in its shallow depths, the figure in the centre offering a pretty stream emitted from points of Poseidon's trident. The water shines and shimmers in the daylight hours but this time there is something more obvious making itself sparkle in its depths...
Hector swore he was in Athenia more often than he was in Arcana these days, and it soured his mood spectacularly. A few days had passed since the Festival and until he had some answers - particularly for the whereabouts of his daughter, Ariadne - then he was not going back to Arcana for the time being. Additionally, it seemed that the city was not alight with rumor and the heated fervor of needed answers as well. It had already met his ears that, soon, the Senate could meet.
It took a day or two before Hector made his way to the outer edges of the city, asking merchants and workers if they had seen someone meeting his daughter's description.
The autumn had been unseasonably warm as well, only adding to his irritation further. He knew he would need to return to Arcana in the days to come - already he sent missives to his Lieutenants there, keeping them informed as to his whereabouts and ensuring that business as usual carried on at the barracks. He held a specific trust in those men and knew that, in time, one of them would rise into his position someday.
The prickle of salt sweat managed to make it's way across his brow and trickled down his back, dampening his deep blue chiton with darker spots along his spine and around the neck. When training and involved in purposeful work, a bit of sweat would not bother him, but as his eyes landed on the gleaming fountain in the middle of the Plateia, the temptation of a bit of cool, refreshing water on his skin could not be passed up. He was hesitant to go to the Loutra given his last visit there had been horribly eventful.
A true bath could wait for him back home in Arcana in a few days time.
Walking over with purpose, he saw a few people sitting on the edge, speaking in hushed tones. It felt that everyone in Athenia only spoke in whispers now since the chaos of the festival. Eyes darted from face to face, both eyeing him lightly before they stood to move along the streets.
With his knees bracing against the stone of the fountain, he dipped a hand into the water and splashed it across his face, taking his now-cooled hand down the back of his neck. It did wonders for his mood, given how particularly sour it had become. He repeated this twice more.
As he wiped the water from his eyes, a glint of something beneath the surface caught his eyes. He blinked as if to be sure that it was not the sunlight on the water, but sure enough...something was there.
Leaning forward again, with his brows pressed together, he dipped his hand below the surface and reached for it...
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Hector swore he was in Athenia more often than he was in Arcana these days, and it soured his mood spectacularly. A few days had passed since the Festival and until he had some answers - particularly for the whereabouts of his daughter, Ariadne - then he was not going back to Arcana for the time being. Additionally, it seemed that the city was not alight with rumor and the heated fervor of needed answers as well. It had already met his ears that, soon, the Senate could meet.
It took a day or two before Hector made his way to the outer edges of the city, asking merchants and workers if they had seen someone meeting his daughter's description.
The autumn had been unseasonably warm as well, only adding to his irritation further. He knew he would need to return to Arcana in the days to come - already he sent missives to his Lieutenants there, keeping them informed as to his whereabouts and ensuring that business as usual carried on at the barracks. He held a specific trust in those men and knew that, in time, one of them would rise into his position someday.
The prickle of salt sweat managed to make it's way across his brow and trickled down his back, dampening his deep blue chiton with darker spots along his spine and around the neck. When training and involved in purposeful work, a bit of sweat would not bother him, but as his eyes landed on the gleaming fountain in the middle of the Plateia, the temptation of a bit of cool, refreshing water on his skin could not be passed up. He was hesitant to go to the Loutra given his last visit there had been horribly eventful.
A true bath could wait for him back home in Arcana in a few days time.
Walking over with purpose, he saw a few people sitting on the edge, speaking in hushed tones. It felt that everyone in Athenia only spoke in whispers now since the chaos of the festival. Eyes darted from face to face, both eyeing him lightly before they stood to move along the streets.
With his knees bracing against the stone of the fountain, he dipped a hand into the water and splashed it across his face, taking his now-cooled hand down the back of his neck. It did wonders for his mood, given how particularly sour it had become. He repeated this twice more.
As he wiped the water from his eyes, a glint of something beneath the surface caught his eyes. He blinked as if to be sure that it was not the sunlight on the water, but sure enough...something was there.
Leaning forward again, with his brows pressed together, he dipped his hand below the surface and reached for it...
Hector swore he was in Athenia more often than he was in Arcana these days, and it soured his mood spectacularly. A few days had passed since the Festival and until he had some answers - particularly for the whereabouts of his daughter, Ariadne - then he was not going back to Arcana for the time being. Additionally, it seemed that the city was not alight with rumor and the heated fervor of needed answers as well. It had already met his ears that, soon, the Senate could meet.
It took a day or two before Hector made his way to the outer edges of the city, asking merchants and workers if they had seen someone meeting his daughter's description.
The autumn had been unseasonably warm as well, only adding to his irritation further. He knew he would need to return to Arcana in the days to come - already he sent missives to his Lieutenants there, keeping them informed as to his whereabouts and ensuring that business as usual carried on at the barracks. He held a specific trust in those men and knew that, in time, one of them would rise into his position someday.
The prickle of salt sweat managed to make it's way across his brow and trickled down his back, dampening his deep blue chiton with darker spots along his spine and around the neck. When training and involved in purposeful work, a bit of sweat would not bother him, but as his eyes landed on the gleaming fountain in the middle of the Plateia, the temptation of a bit of cool, refreshing water on his skin could not be passed up. He was hesitant to go to the Loutra given his last visit there had been horribly eventful.
A true bath could wait for him back home in Arcana in a few days time.
Walking over with purpose, he saw a few people sitting on the edge, speaking in hushed tones. It felt that everyone in Athenia only spoke in whispers now since the chaos of the festival. Eyes darted from face to face, both eyeing him lightly before they stood to move along the streets.
With his knees bracing against the stone of the fountain, he dipped a hand into the water and splashed it across his face, taking his now-cooled hand down the back of his neck. It did wonders for his mood, given how particularly sour it had become. He repeated this twice more.
As he wiped the water from his eyes, a glint of something beneath the surface caught his eyes. He blinked as if to be sure that it was not the sunlight on the water, but sure enough...something was there.
Leaning forward again, with his brows pressed together, he dipped his hand below the surface and reached for it...
Diamond in a Pond Hidden Prize
From the shallow depths, @hector pulls a blue stone. Hidden by water of a similar sky blue, it isn't until it was pulled from the fountain that its clear to be seen... A large blue diamond. From its size, the piece is worth a substantial sum and from its fine cut and shape it's no mere trinket: but a piece designed and cut for purpose. Belonging likely to a rich woman or household, it's impossible to tell the true owner of such a piece when nearly every noble and royal in Athenia had clustered around this fountain just a short while ago for the harvest festival. Anyone, after all, could have dropped it...
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From the shallow depths, @hector pulls a blue stone. Hidden by water of a similar sky blue, it isn't until it was pulled from the fountain that its clear to be seen... A large blue diamond. From its size, the piece is worth a substantial sum and from its fine cut and shape it's no mere trinket: but a piece designed and cut for purpose. Belonging likely to a rich woman or household, it's impossible to tell the true owner of such a piece when nearly every noble and royal in Athenia had clustered around this fountain just a short while ago for the harvest festival. Anyone, after all, could have dropped it...
Diamond in a Pond Hidden Prize
From the shallow depths, @hector pulls a blue stone. Hidden by water of a similar sky blue, it isn't until it was pulled from the fountain that its clear to be seen... A large blue diamond. From its size, the piece is worth a substantial sum and from its fine cut and shape it's no mere trinket: but a piece designed and cut for purpose. Belonging likely to a rich woman or household, it's impossible to tell the true owner of such a piece when nearly every noble and royal in Athenia had clustered around this fountain just a short while ago for the harvest festival. Anyone, after all, could have dropped it...
Hector's brow furrowed as his caught the object with his fingertips, pulling it from the water and letting it roll into his hand.
Frozen for a moment at the sight of the gemstone, he blinked in disbelief before curling his hand around it and obscuring it from the sight of others in the plaza. Dipping his other hand back down in the fountain once more to bring the cool waters to his face for one last moment of relief, he walked away from the central area, skirting towards the edge of a quieter corner street before looking at the stone in his hand.
Always a superstitious man, Hector tried to find meaning of the things in his life, seeing most happenings as guided by the hands of the gods. Everything could be a test, even the most simple of things.
Like finding a blue diamond in a fountain.
How many of the bedtime stories that he struggled to read to Ariadne and Ismene started in such a way? A person is given a gift they do not understand and they must decide what to do with it. Usually, these happenstances resulted in strenuous trials and tribulations for the heroes, with their hubris getting in the way of their success.
Hector was not going to let that happen.
He knew what to do.
The walk to the Temple of @athena was a familiar one, and though he had made his way there for prayers as the sun rose that morning, he felt that he could always find solace and sanctity within the arms of his patron goddess.
This, Hector knew, was a wise choice.
He was assured of this the moment that he crossed the near-empty chasm of the Temple, only a few priestesses doing the work of keeping the lamps lit and the floors cleaned for their goddess.
Kneeling before the towering golden figure of Athena, Goddess of War - which he knew well - and Wisdom - which he knew he lacked considerably - he pressed the diamond between his clasped hands for a solemn moment.
Then, he placed it at the feet of the virgin goddess, among the offerings of roses and candles.
Slowly standing and assured that he had done the right thing, Hector murmured a few words of gratitude and reverence before stepping back onto the streets of the capitol.
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Hector's brow furrowed as his caught the object with his fingertips, pulling it from the water and letting it roll into his hand.
Frozen for a moment at the sight of the gemstone, he blinked in disbelief before curling his hand around it and obscuring it from the sight of others in the plaza. Dipping his other hand back down in the fountain once more to bring the cool waters to his face for one last moment of relief, he walked away from the central area, skirting towards the edge of a quieter corner street before looking at the stone in his hand.
Always a superstitious man, Hector tried to find meaning of the things in his life, seeing most happenings as guided by the hands of the gods. Everything could be a test, even the most simple of things.
Like finding a blue diamond in a fountain.
How many of the bedtime stories that he struggled to read to Ariadne and Ismene started in such a way? A person is given a gift they do not understand and they must decide what to do with it. Usually, these happenstances resulted in strenuous trials and tribulations for the heroes, with their hubris getting in the way of their success.
Hector was not going to let that happen.
He knew what to do.
The walk to the Temple of @athena was a familiar one, and though he had made his way there for prayers as the sun rose that morning, he felt that he could always find solace and sanctity within the arms of his patron goddess.
This, Hector knew, was a wise choice.
He was assured of this the moment that he crossed the near-empty chasm of the Temple, only a few priestesses doing the work of keeping the lamps lit and the floors cleaned for their goddess.
Kneeling before the towering golden figure of Athena, Goddess of War - which he knew well - and Wisdom - which he knew he lacked considerably - he pressed the diamond between his clasped hands for a solemn moment.
Then, he placed it at the feet of the virgin goddess, among the offerings of roses and candles.
Slowly standing and assured that he had done the right thing, Hector murmured a few words of gratitude and reverence before stepping back onto the streets of the capitol.
Hector's brow furrowed as his caught the object with his fingertips, pulling it from the water and letting it roll into his hand.
Frozen for a moment at the sight of the gemstone, he blinked in disbelief before curling his hand around it and obscuring it from the sight of others in the plaza. Dipping his other hand back down in the fountain once more to bring the cool waters to his face for one last moment of relief, he walked away from the central area, skirting towards the edge of a quieter corner street before looking at the stone in his hand.
Always a superstitious man, Hector tried to find meaning of the things in his life, seeing most happenings as guided by the hands of the gods. Everything could be a test, even the most simple of things.
Like finding a blue diamond in a fountain.
How many of the bedtime stories that he struggled to read to Ariadne and Ismene started in such a way? A person is given a gift they do not understand and they must decide what to do with it. Usually, these happenstances resulted in strenuous trials and tribulations for the heroes, with their hubris getting in the way of their success.
Hector was not going to let that happen.
He knew what to do.
The walk to the Temple of @athena was a familiar one, and though he had made his way there for prayers as the sun rose that morning, he felt that he could always find solace and sanctity within the arms of his patron goddess.
This, Hector knew, was a wise choice.
He was assured of this the moment that he crossed the near-empty chasm of the Temple, only a few priestesses doing the work of keeping the lamps lit and the floors cleaned for their goddess.
Kneeling before the towering golden figure of Athena, Goddess of War - which he knew well - and Wisdom - which he knew he lacked considerably - he pressed the diamond between his clasped hands for a solemn moment.
Then, he placed it at the feet of the virgin goddess, among the offerings of roses and candles.
Slowly standing and assured that he had done the right thing, Hector murmured a few words of gratitude and reverence before stepping back onto the streets of the capitol.