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It has been near three weeks since the body of a young girl was found in the waters of the public loutra in the city of Athenia. Much drama and scandal has happened since, including the harvest festival and a recent fire in the province of Aetaea. With no family member ready to claim the dead girl as their own, investigations have been carried out by the Master Informer @cicero to attempt to identify the girl. No clues were left at the loutra, no garment or jewellery on the girl to identify her. With the water logging of the body, even those who had seen her face would have been unable to comment on her profession or life. The only means of identifying the body has been patience. By waiting for reports of missing individuals to filter through the Senate's administration system or via the Athenian guard, it has taken this long to find the answers the Master Informer has sought.
During an afternoon in the Inner Circle, seeing to personal matters, the Master @cicero and his wife @elysia are stopped on their carriage ride by a calling voice. A young scribe from the Senate, given the strictest instruction to find Master @cicero with immediate effect, calls for the carriage to stop so that he might pass on the information discovered at the Senate. That a young woman, fitting the height, build and hair colour of the girl found dead in the loutra was reported as missing by the steward of the House of Antonis.
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The participants in this particular Quest are: @elysia @cicero @hebe @marietta
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It has been near three weeks since the body of a young girl was found in the waters of the public loutra in the city of Athenia. Much drama and scandal has happened since, including the harvest festival and a recent fire in the province of Aetaea. With no family member ready to claim the dead girl as their own, investigations have been carried out by the Master Informer @cicero to attempt to identify the girl. No clues were left at the loutra, no garment or jewellery on the girl to identify her. With the water logging of the body, even those who had seen her face would have been unable to comment on her profession or life. The only means of identifying the body has been patience. By waiting for reports of missing individuals to filter through the Senate's administration system or via the Athenian guard, it has taken this long to find the answers the Master Informer has sought.
During an afternoon in the Inner Circle, seeing to personal matters, the Master @cicero and his wife @elysia are stopped on their carriage ride by a calling voice. A young scribe from the Senate, given the strictest instruction to find Master @cicero with immediate effect, calls for the carriage to stop so that he might pass on the information discovered at the Senate. That a young woman, fitting the height, build and hair colour of the girl found dead in the loutra was reported as missing by the steward of the House of Antonis.
How It Works Quest Rules
A Quest works on a similar principle to a DnD style game. Firstly, all players post in order to get their character into the game and into the story. Then a Decisions post is made by the staff admin, directed at one particular player. This is then immediately responded to by that player and then an Outcome post created afterwards. (There should be no posts from any characters other than the character making the 'Decision' between the Decision and Outcome posts.) Then all players post once more (in whatever order they like) and a new Decisions post is made, this time directed at someone else. The Decisions posts will normally go in a strict order so that everyone gets a go but may be prone to shifting in case a particular character works well for a situation, so keep an eye out. All Decisions and Outcomes posts will work similar to curveballs, throwing situations at your character and sparking dice rolls for certain outcomes. If you are unsure at any point on how to go about replying to this thread, use the DM Group that has been made on Discord.
The participants in this particular Quest are: @elysia @cicero @hebe @marietta
Please not that this particular Quest 'Take My Heart' was created on request by the members in question rather than through a sign up. If you are interested in partaking, please message JD on Discord. If you have a plot idea that you think would work better as a Quest than as a normal group thread, then feel free to ask a member of our staff team about how to go about it. Please note that Quests are generally rare and are only created for plots such as searches, investigations, and hunts for significant quarry/items.
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It has been near three weeks since the body of a young girl was found in the waters of the public loutra in the city of Athenia. Much drama and scandal has happened since, including the harvest festival and a recent fire in the province of Aetaea. With no family member ready to claim the dead girl as their own, investigations have been carried out by the Master Informer @cicero to attempt to identify the girl. No clues were left at the loutra, no garment or jewellery on the girl to identify her. With the water logging of the body, even those who had seen her face would have been unable to comment on her profession or life. The only means of identifying the body has been patience. By waiting for reports of missing individuals to filter through the Senate's administration system or via the Athenian guard, it has taken this long to find the answers the Master Informer has sought.
During an afternoon in the Inner Circle, seeing to personal matters, the Master @cicero and his wife @elysia are stopped on their carriage ride by a calling voice. A young scribe from the Senate, given the strictest instruction to find Master @cicero with immediate effect, calls for the carriage to stop so that he might pass on the information discovered at the Senate. That a young woman, fitting the height, build and hair colour of the girl found dead in the loutra was reported as missing by the steward of the House of Antonis.
How It Works Quest Rules
A Quest works on a similar principle to a DnD style game. Firstly, all players post in order to get their character into the game and into the story. Then a Decisions post is made by the staff admin, directed at one particular player. This is then immediately responded to by that player and then an Outcome post created afterwards. (There should be no posts from any characters other than the character making the 'Decision' between the Decision and Outcome posts.) Then all players post once more (in whatever order they like) and a new Decisions post is made, this time directed at someone else. The Decisions posts will normally go in a strict order so that everyone gets a go but may be prone to shifting in case a particular character works well for a situation, so keep an eye out. All Decisions and Outcomes posts will work similar to curveballs, throwing situations at your character and sparking dice rolls for certain outcomes. If you are unsure at any point on how to go about replying to this thread, use the DM Group that has been made on Discord.
The participants in this particular Quest are: @elysia @cicero @hebe @marietta
Please not that this particular Quest 'Take My Heart' was created on request by the members in question rather than through a sign up. If you are interested in partaking, please message JD on Discord. If you have a plot idea that you think would work better as a Quest than as a normal group thread, then feel free to ask a member of our staff team about how to go about it. Please note that Quests are generally rare and are only created for plots such as searches, investigations, and hunts for significant quarry/items.
Elysia rarely rode in the carriage for good reason: it was stifling. With the fan she’d swiped from Lady Elora...Elathra? E...something - It was so hot that she couldn’t even remember the woman’s name - she fanned constant puffs of moving air against her face. The fine wisps of hair at her temples flew around in tiny wild swirls while Elysia lay her forehead against the tepid wood grain of the carriage’s window. They looked fine enough in this abysmal moving box but with the jolt of each ill placed stone, which left a space for the wheel to bash against the next stone and lurch the carriage up and forward, her spine begged for relief. This was added to the side to side swaying that came from having a team of two horses pulling and not being quite as practiced as they should be. Except for great distances, walking was preferable to the Master Informer’s wife and she stared out of the open window at the people strolling leisurely along.
She pulled at her dress, feeling a droplet of sweat rolling down between her breasts in the most provoking tickle. Her attention wandered to Cicero. He was the only other occupant in the carriage. Would it be so very unseemly to take care of the offending feeling? It would be highly improper to try. After all, ladies never itched, they never grew too hot, or, indeed, if the royals were to be believed, felt anything at all. They merely paraded around gracefully and looked divine. Meanwhile, here she was, looking divine and feeling like a sweaty sow sewn into this light blue dress which now boasted a lovely darker blue right between and under her breasts. They were perfectly framed. She had matching circles under each armpit and no doubt that when she stood up, her most spectacular butt would also be sweat framed to complete the picture.
This was a nightmare.
Her fan whirred even faster. The only saving grace she had was her white himation which lay coiled up beside her on the bench. It would cover the betrayals of her gown. She’d decided not to acknowledge the mishap and was again looking outside when she noticed a young scribe zipping across the square. The corners of her mouth twitched up because he looked utterly ridiculous with his adorable little hat flapping on his head, his robes fluttering in the wind, his face even pinker than hers with his exertion.
”Master Cicero!” the man bleated. It was hard to make out what he said right at first and the driver was the first one to understand.
”Master, a scribe,” came the deep drawl after the driver had turned and rapped a single knock on the carriage’s top. Elysia hated when he did that. It always gave her the weirdest buzzing feeling in the top of her head and it was something she couldn’t explain and never admitted to anyone. The worst was when pinecones fell on the carriage roof. The scribe halted right before her window once the carriage stopped, rather than her husband’s, so that she had to scoot away a little as the paunchy face absolutely reeked of garlic. Of course.
Elysia watched Cicero take in the man’s information: a young woman from Antonis house was missing. And she fitted the exact dimensions of the girl who’d been found floating in the loutra. Elysia’s fan stilled and she forgot her discomfort. Sitting up straighter, she smiled at Cicero.
“How interesting,” she said to him, then reached into her little purse to give the scribe his coin. It was tiresome to pay these messengers but it would look bad if they did not. “Will you go now?” she asked Cicero.
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Elysia rarely rode in the carriage for good reason: it was stifling. With the fan she’d swiped from Lady Elora...Elathra? E...something - It was so hot that she couldn’t even remember the woman’s name - she fanned constant puffs of moving air against her face. The fine wisps of hair at her temples flew around in tiny wild swirls while Elysia lay her forehead against the tepid wood grain of the carriage’s window. They looked fine enough in this abysmal moving box but with the jolt of each ill placed stone, which left a space for the wheel to bash against the next stone and lurch the carriage up and forward, her spine begged for relief. This was added to the side to side swaying that came from having a team of two horses pulling and not being quite as practiced as they should be. Except for great distances, walking was preferable to the Master Informer’s wife and she stared out of the open window at the people strolling leisurely along.
She pulled at her dress, feeling a droplet of sweat rolling down between her breasts in the most provoking tickle. Her attention wandered to Cicero. He was the only other occupant in the carriage. Would it be so very unseemly to take care of the offending feeling? It would be highly improper to try. After all, ladies never itched, they never grew too hot, or, indeed, if the royals were to be believed, felt anything at all. They merely paraded around gracefully and looked divine. Meanwhile, here she was, looking divine and feeling like a sweaty sow sewn into this light blue dress which now boasted a lovely darker blue right between and under her breasts. They were perfectly framed. She had matching circles under each armpit and no doubt that when she stood up, her most spectacular butt would also be sweat framed to complete the picture.
This was a nightmare.
Her fan whirred even faster. The only saving grace she had was her white himation which lay coiled up beside her on the bench. It would cover the betrayals of her gown. She’d decided not to acknowledge the mishap and was again looking outside when she noticed a young scribe zipping across the square. The corners of her mouth twitched up because he looked utterly ridiculous with his adorable little hat flapping on his head, his robes fluttering in the wind, his face even pinker than hers with his exertion.
”Master Cicero!” the man bleated. It was hard to make out what he said right at first and the driver was the first one to understand.
”Master, a scribe,” came the deep drawl after the driver had turned and rapped a single knock on the carriage’s top. Elysia hated when he did that. It always gave her the weirdest buzzing feeling in the top of her head and it was something she couldn’t explain and never admitted to anyone. The worst was when pinecones fell on the carriage roof. The scribe halted right before her window once the carriage stopped, rather than her husband’s, so that she had to scoot away a little as the paunchy face absolutely reeked of garlic. Of course.
Elysia watched Cicero take in the man’s information: a young woman from Antonis house was missing. And she fitted the exact dimensions of the girl who’d been found floating in the loutra. Elysia’s fan stilled and she forgot her discomfort. Sitting up straighter, she smiled at Cicero.
“How interesting,” she said to him, then reached into her little purse to give the scribe his coin. It was tiresome to pay these messengers but it would look bad if they did not. “Will you go now?” she asked Cicero.
Elysia rarely rode in the carriage for good reason: it was stifling. With the fan she’d swiped from Lady Elora...Elathra? E...something - It was so hot that she couldn’t even remember the woman’s name - she fanned constant puffs of moving air against her face. The fine wisps of hair at her temples flew around in tiny wild swirls while Elysia lay her forehead against the tepid wood grain of the carriage’s window. They looked fine enough in this abysmal moving box but with the jolt of each ill placed stone, which left a space for the wheel to bash against the next stone and lurch the carriage up and forward, her spine begged for relief. This was added to the side to side swaying that came from having a team of two horses pulling and not being quite as practiced as they should be. Except for great distances, walking was preferable to the Master Informer’s wife and she stared out of the open window at the people strolling leisurely along.
She pulled at her dress, feeling a droplet of sweat rolling down between her breasts in the most provoking tickle. Her attention wandered to Cicero. He was the only other occupant in the carriage. Would it be so very unseemly to take care of the offending feeling? It would be highly improper to try. After all, ladies never itched, they never grew too hot, or, indeed, if the royals were to be believed, felt anything at all. They merely paraded around gracefully and looked divine. Meanwhile, here she was, looking divine and feeling like a sweaty sow sewn into this light blue dress which now boasted a lovely darker blue right between and under her breasts. They were perfectly framed. She had matching circles under each armpit and no doubt that when she stood up, her most spectacular butt would also be sweat framed to complete the picture.
This was a nightmare.
Her fan whirred even faster. The only saving grace she had was her white himation which lay coiled up beside her on the bench. It would cover the betrayals of her gown. She’d decided not to acknowledge the mishap and was again looking outside when she noticed a young scribe zipping across the square. The corners of her mouth twitched up because he looked utterly ridiculous with his adorable little hat flapping on his head, his robes fluttering in the wind, his face even pinker than hers with his exertion.
”Master Cicero!” the man bleated. It was hard to make out what he said right at first and the driver was the first one to understand.
”Master, a scribe,” came the deep drawl after the driver had turned and rapped a single knock on the carriage’s top. Elysia hated when he did that. It always gave her the weirdest buzzing feeling in the top of her head and it was something she couldn’t explain and never admitted to anyone. The worst was when pinecones fell on the carriage roof. The scribe halted right before her window once the carriage stopped, rather than her husband’s, so that she had to scoot away a little as the paunchy face absolutely reeked of garlic. Of course.
Elysia watched Cicero take in the man’s information: a young woman from Antonis house was missing. And she fitted the exact dimensions of the girl who’d been found floating in the loutra. Elysia’s fan stilled and she forgot her discomfort. Sitting up straighter, she smiled at Cicero.
“How interesting,” she said to him, then reached into her little purse to give the scribe his coin. It was tiresome to pay these messengers but it would look bad if they did not. “Will you go now?” she asked Cicero.
There was something mildly amusing about bearing witness to Elysia’s battle to remain poised and elegant in the stifling heat. His dear wife was always so aware of how she appeared to others, it was one of the things that was most useful about her. She was terribly observant of the reactions of those around her, which was a pertinent trait for the wife of the Master of Secrets.
Of course, the incessant swishing of that infernal fan was less amusing, and Cicero eyed it, thinking it could hardly be providing much relief if the perspiration Elysia glowed with was a testament to its effectiveness.
“You are likely working up more of a sweat with that constant flailing of your arm,” he said crisply as the carriage bumped along. Attending some luncheon to be held by one of the senator’s wives would not normally have been enough to coax the master informer into formal attire on such a hot day, but since the senate had been at least partially reopened, Cicero had been trying to call upon those whom he could, trying to form a clearer picture of who knew what about the fires or their intended target.
Knowing what he knew of the fires and other circumstances surrounding them, there was a sense of a growing divide in the kingdom, and one that he was keen to keep abreast of though he had yet to be called on in any official capacity to report upon them. Some of his work just didn’t find its way into the monthly reports he delivered to the Palati. Shame.
Cicero himself could hardly claim to feel particularly at ease with the undercurrent of unrest in Athenia. So much so that he had made some cautionary enquiries with contacts in the other Grecian realms should there be a need for him to relocate his family swiftly and leave little trace of their passing. It was an uncomfortable line to straddle and so far he had been fortunate in that their so-called leader had not called upon him to provide any insight that he was not willing to share. The Stravos family were one he skirted around with caution, however.
Todays meet he was not expected to cause any issues, the baron at hand a Xanthos loyalist. It was more...checking a box as far as he was concerned. Though if they did not get there soon he feared they might expire in this sweaty confined space, and he gave an irritable sigh as the carriage jerked to a halt, preparing to tell their driver just what he thought of that until the man’s voice sounded and Cicero perked up a little.
When the information had been relayed, he glanced at Elysia. “Quite so.”
It was interesting. His investigations into the body found at the loutra had reached some very frustrating dead ends and then with the fires and his subsequent learnings, had rather taken a back seat. This though was something that should be followed up on sooner rather than later.
“I suppose so. How do you feel about lunching with the Antonis family instead? Amaxus- change of plan. Take us to the Antonis estate please.” He banged back upon the roof of the carriage. Thankfully the diversion was not a dramatic one, and so Elysia's upper lip was only gleaming a little more as they rolled to a halt outside the Antonis family's residences. Calling without an invitation might have been considered rude, but the spymaster had never been much concerned about that and so he stepped down from the carriage without hesitation, tucking the parchment from the scribe inside his robes as he turned to offer a hand to Elysia. The servants of the estate hurried to welcome the unannounced visitors and it was Cicero who at least gave them some context. "Yes, you may tell your Lord it is the master informer to see him? Or, your mistress. Tell somebody thankyou. And my esteemed wife would appreciate a spot in the shade."
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There was something mildly amusing about bearing witness to Elysia’s battle to remain poised and elegant in the stifling heat. His dear wife was always so aware of how she appeared to others, it was one of the things that was most useful about her. She was terribly observant of the reactions of those around her, which was a pertinent trait for the wife of the Master of Secrets.
Of course, the incessant swishing of that infernal fan was less amusing, and Cicero eyed it, thinking it could hardly be providing much relief if the perspiration Elysia glowed with was a testament to its effectiveness.
“You are likely working up more of a sweat with that constant flailing of your arm,” he said crisply as the carriage bumped along. Attending some luncheon to be held by one of the senator’s wives would not normally have been enough to coax the master informer into formal attire on such a hot day, but since the senate had been at least partially reopened, Cicero had been trying to call upon those whom he could, trying to form a clearer picture of who knew what about the fires or their intended target.
Knowing what he knew of the fires and other circumstances surrounding them, there was a sense of a growing divide in the kingdom, and one that he was keen to keep abreast of though he had yet to be called on in any official capacity to report upon them. Some of his work just didn’t find its way into the monthly reports he delivered to the Palati. Shame.
Cicero himself could hardly claim to feel particularly at ease with the undercurrent of unrest in Athenia. So much so that he had made some cautionary enquiries with contacts in the other Grecian realms should there be a need for him to relocate his family swiftly and leave little trace of their passing. It was an uncomfortable line to straddle and so far he had been fortunate in that their so-called leader had not called upon him to provide any insight that he was not willing to share. The Stravos family were one he skirted around with caution, however.
Todays meet he was not expected to cause any issues, the baron at hand a Xanthos loyalist. It was more...checking a box as far as he was concerned. Though if they did not get there soon he feared they might expire in this sweaty confined space, and he gave an irritable sigh as the carriage jerked to a halt, preparing to tell their driver just what he thought of that until the man’s voice sounded and Cicero perked up a little.
When the information had been relayed, he glanced at Elysia. “Quite so.”
It was interesting. His investigations into the body found at the loutra had reached some very frustrating dead ends and then with the fires and his subsequent learnings, had rather taken a back seat. This though was something that should be followed up on sooner rather than later.
“I suppose so. How do you feel about lunching with the Antonis family instead? Amaxus- change of plan. Take us to the Antonis estate please.” He banged back upon the roof of the carriage. Thankfully the diversion was not a dramatic one, and so Elysia's upper lip was only gleaming a little more as they rolled to a halt outside the Antonis family's residences. Calling without an invitation might have been considered rude, but the spymaster had never been much concerned about that and so he stepped down from the carriage without hesitation, tucking the parchment from the scribe inside his robes as he turned to offer a hand to Elysia. The servants of the estate hurried to welcome the unannounced visitors and it was Cicero who at least gave them some context. "Yes, you may tell your Lord it is the master informer to see him? Or, your mistress. Tell somebody thankyou. And my esteemed wife would appreciate a spot in the shade."
There was something mildly amusing about bearing witness to Elysia’s battle to remain poised and elegant in the stifling heat. His dear wife was always so aware of how she appeared to others, it was one of the things that was most useful about her. She was terribly observant of the reactions of those around her, which was a pertinent trait for the wife of the Master of Secrets.
Of course, the incessant swishing of that infernal fan was less amusing, and Cicero eyed it, thinking it could hardly be providing much relief if the perspiration Elysia glowed with was a testament to its effectiveness.
“You are likely working up more of a sweat with that constant flailing of your arm,” he said crisply as the carriage bumped along. Attending some luncheon to be held by one of the senator’s wives would not normally have been enough to coax the master informer into formal attire on such a hot day, but since the senate had been at least partially reopened, Cicero had been trying to call upon those whom he could, trying to form a clearer picture of who knew what about the fires or their intended target.
Knowing what he knew of the fires and other circumstances surrounding them, there was a sense of a growing divide in the kingdom, and one that he was keen to keep abreast of though he had yet to be called on in any official capacity to report upon them. Some of his work just didn’t find its way into the monthly reports he delivered to the Palati. Shame.
Cicero himself could hardly claim to feel particularly at ease with the undercurrent of unrest in Athenia. So much so that he had made some cautionary enquiries with contacts in the other Grecian realms should there be a need for him to relocate his family swiftly and leave little trace of their passing. It was an uncomfortable line to straddle and so far he had been fortunate in that their so-called leader had not called upon him to provide any insight that he was not willing to share. The Stravos family were one he skirted around with caution, however.
Todays meet he was not expected to cause any issues, the baron at hand a Xanthos loyalist. It was more...checking a box as far as he was concerned. Though if they did not get there soon he feared they might expire in this sweaty confined space, and he gave an irritable sigh as the carriage jerked to a halt, preparing to tell their driver just what he thought of that until the man’s voice sounded and Cicero perked up a little.
When the information had been relayed, he glanced at Elysia. “Quite so.”
It was interesting. His investigations into the body found at the loutra had reached some very frustrating dead ends and then with the fires and his subsequent learnings, had rather taken a back seat. This though was something that should be followed up on sooner rather than later.
“I suppose so. How do you feel about lunching with the Antonis family instead? Amaxus- change of plan. Take us to the Antonis estate please.” He banged back upon the roof of the carriage. Thankfully the diversion was not a dramatic one, and so Elysia's upper lip was only gleaming a little more as they rolled to a halt outside the Antonis family's residences. Calling without an invitation might have been considered rude, but the spymaster had never been much concerned about that and so he stepped down from the carriage without hesitation, tucking the parchment from the scribe inside his robes as he turned to offer a hand to Elysia. The servants of the estate hurried to welcome the unannounced visitors and it was Cicero who at least gave them some context. "Yes, you may tell your Lord it is the master informer to see him? Or, your mistress. Tell somebody thankyou. And my esteemed wife would appreciate a spot in the shade."
Panamos had been a… busy month, to put it kindly. Between the riots, one of which found its way to her very home, the senate opening with quite a scene (in part thanks to Marietta and Hebe, but that shall be swept under the rug), and the very recent fires taking place in Aetaea, the events taking place would be one for the books.
It was no wonder the Antonis family delay in reporting Marietta’s missing handmaiden. Between fixing the damage done in the riot, replacing the food they had given away during that very same time, and now investigating the fires, the minds that were the heads of the Antonis were elsewhere. Meanwhile, the daughters sat as observers. Marietta was worried. In part it was for her handmaiden, who now gone three weeks she feared the worst. But with all the other problems, famine, riots, and this incessant heat Marietta knew not what to do.
It was almost a relief that Hebe was at home this day. While the rest of the Antonis was out, Sanasa and Evi gods know where, her mother dealing with staff and her father dealing with the fire aftermath, it was nice to have someone around. Marietta was often a fearful girl, and despite the grounds crawling with guards (the number seemingly increasing since the riots), and staff to spend time with… it felt empty without family. And while Marietta was typically the type of girl to prefer being alone and absolutely abhorred talking to people, with the uncertainty of the world around her solitude was also starting to become a… fearful prospect.
“Oh it’s too hot, Hebe.” Marietta whined as she continued to fan herself. Typically she would spend daylight in the gardens, or painting or playing her harp by the window. But the idea of being near the sun sounded absolutely dreadful. Any second longer in the middle of Apollo’s rays may eviscerate her.
To avoid the sun, Marietta sat in her youngest sister’s room, in a chair as far from the window as possible. Despite the shade, it did not stop the bead of sweat from dripping from her brow. “Sanasa was right. We should have gone swimming.” But that would have required leaving and that idea sounded far too scary to the girl anymore.
“Lady Marietta, Lady Hebe?” A servant had knocked at the door. “Master Cicero and his wife have arrived. They were led to the sitting room for some shade.”
Wait, what? No one was available. Marietta knew not of the other house except for the fact that her Uncle was not in the capital, but as far as this house was concerned she was the oldest currently here. And she did not know when her parents or Sanasa were set to return.
And it had to be Master Cicero of all people? He was quite uncomfortable to speak with. (Not that it meant anything, everyone was.) There was one saving gace… Hebe. Hebe could do the talking and Marietta would just… make sure it stayed on point. Which is to say… encourage her sister to tell them that no one but the two was around. All Marietta had to do was politely smile.
“Hebe, you’ve spoken to Master Cicero haven’t you? Let’s greet them and let them know mother and father are out.” Marietta said with a false chipper tone to her voice. “Shall we?”
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Panamos had been a… busy month, to put it kindly. Between the riots, one of which found its way to her very home, the senate opening with quite a scene (in part thanks to Marietta and Hebe, but that shall be swept under the rug), and the very recent fires taking place in Aetaea, the events taking place would be one for the books.
It was no wonder the Antonis family delay in reporting Marietta’s missing handmaiden. Between fixing the damage done in the riot, replacing the food they had given away during that very same time, and now investigating the fires, the minds that were the heads of the Antonis were elsewhere. Meanwhile, the daughters sat as observers. Marietta was worried. In part it was for her handmaiden, who now gone three weeks she feared the worst. But with all the other problems, famine, riots, and this incessant heat Marietta knew not what to do.
It was almost a relief that Hebe was at home this day. While the rest of the Antonis was out, Sanasa and Evi gods know where, her mother dealing with staff and her father dealing with the fire aftermath, it was nice to have someone around. Marietta was often a fearful girl, and despite the grounds crawling with guards (the number seemingly increasing since the riots), and staff to spend time with… it felt empty without family. And while Marietta was typically the type of girl to prefer being alone and absolutely abhorred talking to people, with the uncertainty of the world around her solitude was also starting to become a… fearful prospect.
“Oh it’s too hot, Hebe.” Marietta whined as she continued to fan herself. Typically she would spend daylight in the gardens, or painting or playing her harp by the window. But the idea of being near the sun sounded absolutely dreadful. Any second longer in the middle of Apollo’s rays may eviscerate her.
To avoid the sun, Marietta sat in her youngest sister’s room, in a chair as far from the window as possible. Despite the shade, it did not stop the bead of sweat from dripping from her brow. “Sanasa was right. We should have gone swimming.” But that would have required leaving and that idea sounded far too scary to the girl anymore.
“Lady Marietta, Lady Hebe?” A servant had knocked at the door. “Master Cicero and his wife have arrived. They were led to the sitting room for some shade.”
Wait, what? No one was available. Marietta knew not of the other house except for the fact that her Uncle was not in the capital, but as far as this house was concerned she was the oldest currently here. And she did not know when her parents or Sanasa were set to return.
And it had to be Master Cicero of all people? He was quite uncomfortable to speak with. (Not that it meant anything, everyone was.) There was one saving gace… Hebe. Hebe could do the talking and Marietta would just… make sure it stayed on point. Which is to say… encourage her sister to tell them that no one but the two was around. All Marietta had to do was politely smile.
“Hebe, you’ve spoken to Master Cicero haven’t you? Let’s greet them and let them know mother and father are out.” Marietta said with a false chipper tone to her voice. “Shall we?”
Panamos had been a… busy month, to put it kindly. Between the riots, one of which found its way to her very home, the senate opening with quite a scene (in part thanks to Marietta and Hebe, but that shall be swept under the rug), and the very recent fires taking place in Aetaea, the events taking place would be one for the books.
It was no wonder the Antonis family delay in reporting Marietta’s missing handmaiden. Between fixing the damage done in the riot, replacing the food they had given away during that very same time, and now investigating the fires, the minds that were the heads of the Antonis were elsewhere. Meanwhile, the daughters sat as observers. Marietta was worried. In part it was for her handmaiden, who now gone three weeks she feared the worst. But with all the other problems, famine, riots, and this incessant heat Marietta knew not what to do.
It was almost a relief that Hebe was at home this day. While the rest of the Antonis was out, Sanasa and Evi gods know where, her mother dealing with staff and her father dealing with the fire aftermath, it was nice to have someone around. Marietta was often a fearful girl, and despite the grounds crawling with guards (the number seemingly increasing since the riots), and staff to spend time with… it felt empty without family. And while Marietta was typically the type of girl to prefer being alone and absolutely abhorred talking to people, with the uncertainty of the world around her solitude was also starting to become a… fearful prospect.
“Oh it’s too hot, Hebe.” Marietta whined as she continued to fan herself. Typically she would spend daylight in the gardens, or painting or playing her harp by the window. But the idea of being near the sun sounded absolutely dreadful. Any second longer in the middle of Apollo’s rays may eviscerate her.
To avoid the sun, Marietta sat in her youngest sister’s room, in a chair as far from the window as possible. Despite the shade, it did not stop the bead of sweat from dripping from her brow. “Sanasa was right. We should have gone swimming.” But that would have required leaving and that idea sounded far too scary to the girl anymore.
“Lady Marietta, Lady Hebe?” A servant had knocked at the door. “Master Cicero and his wife have arrived. They were led to the sitting room for some shade.”
Wait, what? No one was available. Marietta knew not of the other house except for the fact that her Uncle was not in the capital, but as far as this house was concerned she was the oldest currently here. And she did not know when her parents or Sanasa were set to return.
And it had to be Master Cicero of all people? He was quite uncomfortable to speak with. (Not that it meant anything, everyone was.) There was one saving gace… Hebe. Hebe could do the talking and Marietta would just… make sure it stayed on point. Which is to say… encourage her sister to tell them that no one but the two was around. All Marietta had to do was politely smile.
“Hebe, you’ve spoken to Master Cicero haven’t you? Let’s greet them and let them know mother and father are out.” Marietta said with a false chipper tone to her voice. “Shall we?”
“Oh it’s too hot, Hebe.”
“He doesn’t think so,” Hebe replied, nodding toward the balcony where Helios, rather fittingly, was lying on the ground soaking up the sun. The three-month-old lynx looked so pretty with the light gilding his fur with gold. He had already had his morning walk, and soon she would take him out to the gardens again. He had to be taken outdoors several times a day. An enclosure was being built for him so that he could stay outside by himself and not wander off and eat the neighbors’ pets. She would be glad when he was large enough to lope beside her horse when she rode. He would get a lot of exercise then and she could take him to more places.
“And neither do I. The secret is to move so that you can feel the breeze.” The younger sister was dancing around her room, more slowly than usual because of the heat. There wasn’t actually a breeze. The coolness she felt was the light droplets of sweat on her skin. Hebe had always tolerated high temperatures well, perhaps because of her young age. Maybe when she grew up, she would feel as miserable as her sister.
Marietta had another reason to be miserable too. Her handmaiden had been missing for weeks now and she was worried about her. Her older sister was often anxious and apprehensive; it was just the way she was. With all the problems in the city, the uncertain political situation, and the Queen’s secret return, Hebe could understand why she felt jittery. She was braver and more optimistic than her sister. The handmaiden had probably run off with a man (eeeuuww) and Queen Persephone would take back her kingdom and set it to rights.
“Swimming ...” Hebe repeated longingly. She wished they had gone swimming too. Maybe that was where Sanasa was now. Evi was most likely at the library studying. The fourteen-year-old was surprised that Marietta wasn’t with her. She had been staying at home a lot lately, which was a bit strange, as was her presence in Hebe’s room. Marietta usually liked to be alone with her books, her music, and her art.
A servant knocked on the door, informing them that Master Cicero and his wife were in the sitting room waiting for them. Hebe blinked. Why had they come? She shouldn’t really be surprised, since Mistress Elysia had dropped in unannounced not long ago. She had brought sweets. Maybe she had some more with her today.
“Only once,” she answered. “When we told Elias he would never be our king because he’s a moron.” She never used the prefix ‘Lord’ when speaking of him. He didn’t deserve to be one. Maybe Queen Persephone would strip him of his title and throw him into the street to fend for himself. Chara and Danae wouldn’t be punished with him. Her cousins, to her knowledge, had done nothing to endanger Athenia.
“We have to greet them. It’s our duty since we’re the only ones at home.” That job would fall to her, Hebe knew, as she was not the least bit shy and enjoying acting as hostess. “Let’s go.” Helios stood up and bounded toward them. “No, not you,” she admonished, tapping him on the nose. “Did you know that Mistress Elysia is allergic to cats, Marietta?”
Pulling her sister by the hand, she practically skipped to the sitting room, forgetting that she was wearing nothing but a short plain peplos that reached to her knees. Her chocolate brown hair was arranged into one long braid that bounced against her back, and her small dainty feet were bare. “Master Cicero, Mistress Elysia,” she exclaimed as she entered the sitting room. “How pleasant to see you again. Our parents are not here right now. I’m not sure when they’ll be back.”
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“Oh it’s too hot, Hebe.”
“He doesn’t think so,” Hebe replied, nodding toward the balcony where Helios, rather fittingly, was lying on the ground soaking up the sun. The three-month-old lynx looked so pretty with the light gilding his fur with gold. He had already had his morning walk, and soon she would take him out to the gardens again. He had to be taken outdoors several times a day. An enclosure was being built for him so that he could stay outside by himself and not wander off and eat the neighbors’ pets. She would be glad when he was large enough to lope beside her horse when she rode. He would get a lot of exercise then and she could take him to more places.
“And neither do I. The secret is to move so that you can feel the breeze.” The younger sister was dancing around her room, more slowly than usual because of the heat. There wasn’t actually a breeze. The coolness she felt was the light droplets of sweat on her skin. Hebe had always tolerated high temperatures well, perhaps because of her young age. Maybe when she grew up, she would feel as miserable as her sister.
Marietta had another reason to be miserable too. Her handmaiden had been missing for weeks now and she was worried about her. Her older sister was often anxious and apprehensive; it was just the way she was. With all the problems in the city, the uncertain political situation, and the Queen’s secret return, Hebe could understand why she felt jittery. She was braver and more optimistic than her sister. The handmaiden had probably run off with a man (eeeuuww) and Queen Persephone would take back her kingdom and set it to rights.
“Swimming ...” Hebe repeated longingly. She wished they had gone swimming too. Maybe that was where Sanasa was now. Evi was most likely at the library studying. The fourteen-year-old was surprised that Marietta wasn’t with her. She had been staying at home a lot lately, which was a bit strange, as was her presence in Hebe’s room. Marietta usually liked to be alone with her books, her music, and her art.
A servant knocked on the door, informing them that Master Cicero and his wife were in the sitting room waiting for them. Hebe blinked. Why had they come? She shouldn’t really be surprised, since Mistress Elysia had dropped in unannounced not long ago. She had brought sweets. Maybe she had some more with her today.
“Only once,” she answered. “When we told Elias he would never be our king because he’s a moron.” She never used the prefix ‘Lord’ when speaking of him. He didn’t deserve to be one. Maybe Queen Persephone would strip him of his title and throw him into the street to fend for himself. Chara and Danae wouldn’t be punished with him. Her cousins, to her knowledge, had done nothing to endanger Athenia.
“We have to greet them. It’s our duty since we’re the only ones at home.” That job would fall to her, Hebe knew, as she was not the least bit shy and enjoying acting as hostess. “Let’s go.” Helios stood up and bounded toward them. “No, not you,” she admonished, tapping him on the nose. “Did you know that Mistress Elysia is allergic to cats, Marietta?”
Pulling her sister by the hand, she practically skipped to the sitting room, forgetting that she was wearing nothing but a short plain peplos that reached to her knees. Her chocolate brown hair was arranged into one long braid that bounced against her back, and her small dainty feet were bare. “Master Cicero, Mistress Elysia,” she exclaimed as she entered the sitting room. “How pleasant to see you again. Our parents are not here right now. I’m not sure when they’ll be back.”
“Oh it’s too hot, Hebe.”
“He doesn’t think so,” Hebe replied, nodding toward the balcony where Helios, rather fittingly, was lying on the ground soaking up the sun. The three-month-old lynx looked so pretty with the light gilding his fur with gold. He had already had his morning walk, and soon she would take him out to the gardens again. He had to be taken outdoors several times a day. An enclosure was being built for him so that he could stay outside by himself and not wander off and eat the neighbors’ pets. She would be glad when he was large enough to lope beside her horse when she rode. He would get a lot of exercise then and she could take him to more places.
“And neither do I. The secret is to move so that you can feel the breeze.” The younger sister was dancing around her room, more slowly than usual because of the heat. There wasn’t actually a breeze. The coolness she felt was the light droplets of sweat on her skin. Hebe had always tolerated high temperatures well, perhaps because of her young age. Maybe when she grew up, she would feel as miserable as her sister.
Marietta had another reason to be miserable too. Her handmaiden had been missing for weeks now and she was worried about her. Her older sister was often anxious and apprehensive; it was just the way she was. With all the problems in the city, the uncertain political situation, and the Queen’s secret return, Hebe could understand why she felt jittery. She was braver and more optimistic than her sister. The handmaiden had probably run off with a man (eeeuuww) and Queen Persephone would take back her kingdom and set it to rights.
“Swimming ...” Hebe repeated longingly. She wished they had gone swimming too. Maybe that was where Sanasa was now. Evi was most likely at the library studying. The fourteen-year-old was surprised that Marietta wasn’t with her. She had been staying at home a lot lately, which was a bit strange, as was her presence in Hebe’s room. Marietta usually liked to be alone with her books, her music, and her art.
A servant knocked on the door, informing them that Master Cicero and his wife were in the sitting room waiting for them. Hebe blinked. Why had they come? She shouldn’t really be surprised, since Mistress Elysia had dropped in unannounced not long ago. She had brought sweets. Maybe she had some more with her today.
“Only once,” she answered. “When we told Elias he would never be our king because he’s a moron.” She never used the prefix ‘Lord’ when speaking of him. He didn’t deserve to be one. Maybe Queen Persephone would strip him of his title and throw him into the street to fend for himself. Chara and Danae wouldn’t be punished with him. Her cousins, to her knowledge, had done nothing to endanger Athenia.
“We have to greet them. It’s our duty since we’re the only ones at home.” That job would fall to her, Hebe knew, as she was not the least bit shy and enjoying acting as hostess. “Let’s go.” Helios stood up and bounded toward them. “No, not you,” she admonished, tapping him on the nose. “Did you know that Mistress Elysia is allergic to cats, Marietta?”
Pulling her sister by the hand, she practically skipped to the sitting room, forgetting that she was wearing nothing but a short plain peplos that reached to her knees. Her chocolate brown hair was arranged into one long braid that bounced against her back, and her small dainty feet were bare. “Master Cicero, Mistress Elysia,” she exclaimed as she entered the sitting room. “How pleasant to see you again. Our parents are not here right now. I’m not sure when they’ll be back.”