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Adelpha wasn't exactly what one would call an extrovert. She wasn't shy. Moreso it was just that she never felt understood. So many times she had argued with her Father, and even her childhood friends have branched off to their own vastly different lives, no longer seeing eye to eye on things such as war. As far as she could guess, they were probably all married with families of their own. Out of the four of them, only Adelpha didn't change. She was too stubborn to.
Instead of her family's home, Adelpha had her own small house on the beach. It was the perfect place for her to enjoy her solitude. And it was a solitude that she used well. She was an artist, mostly delving in painting on canvas or stone. Her home reflected as much, with art supplies and various started projects dotted everywhere. It was a mess, albeit an organized mess in her mind. Yet it wasn't as though she was going to host any parties, nor bring over any guests. Adelpha's home was her sanctuary from everyone.
The beach itself was a different manner. It was riskier being so out in the open. Yet there were times when she couldn't help but be out there painting the sea. Today was one of those days. The weather was calm and even the ocean seemed almost still as though it was holding it's breath. One could almost see far beneath the water to the ocean floor. And that was the scene that she was trying to capture today as she applied the colours to the canvas with her brush. Adelpha worked almost like a woman possessed, lost in the world that she was trying to create. At least there everything made sense and she was well understood.
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Adelpha wasn't exactly what one would call an extrovert. She wasn't shy. Moreso it was just that she never felt understood. So many times she had argued with her Father, and even her childhood friends have branched off to their own vastly different lives, no longer seeing eye to eye on things such as war. As far as she could guess, they were probably all married with families of their own. Out of the four of them, only Adelpha didn't change. She was too stubborn to.
Instead of her family's home, Adelpha had her own small house on the beach. It was the perfect place for her to enjoy her solitude. And it was a solitude that she used well. She was an artist, mostly delving in painting on canvas or stone. Her home reflected as much, with art supplies and various started projects dotted everywhere. It was a mess, albeit an organized mess in her mind. Yet it wasn't as though she was going to host any parties, nor bring over any guests. Adelpha's home was her sanctuary from everyone.
The beach itself was a different manner. It was riskier being so out in the open. Yet there were times when she couldn't help but be out there painting the sea. Today was one of those days. The weather was calm and even the ocean seemed almost still as though it was holding it's breath. One could almost see far beneath the water to the ocean floor. And that was the scene that she was trying to capture today as she applied the colours to the canvas with her brush. Adelpha worked almost like a woman possessed, lost in the world that she was trying to create. At least there everything made sense and she was well understood.
Adelpha wasn't exactly what one would call an extrovert. She wasn't shy. Moreso it was just that she never felt understood. So many times she had argued with her Father, and even her childhood friends have branched off to their own vastly different lives, no longer seeing eye to eye on things such as war. As far as she could guess, they were probably all married with families of their own. Out of the four of them, only Adelpha didn't change. She was too stubborn to.
Instead of her family's home, Adelpha had her own small house on the beach. It was the perfect place for her to enjoy her solitude. And it was a solitude that she used well. She was an artist, mostly delving in painting on canvas or stone. Her home reflected as much, with art supplies and various started projects dotted everywhere. It was a mess, albeit an organized mess in her mind. Yet it wasn't as though she was going to host any parties, nor bring over any guests. Adelpha's home was her sanctuary from everyone.
The beach itself was a different manner. It was riskier being so out in the open. Yet there were times when she couldn't help but be out there painting the sea. Today was one of those days. The weather was calm and even the ocean seemed almost still as though it was holding it's breath. One could almost see far beneath the water to the ocean floor. And that was the scene that she was trying to capture today as she applied the colours to the canvas with her brush. Adelpha worked almost like a woman possessed, lost in the world that she was trying to create. At least there everything made sense and she was well understood.
Saro’s life was based around the water, he was born upon the waves, and he had lived most of his life upon them. Even when they had made it to dry land, he liked to spend time by the water. He had been working that day, moving things to sell off of the boat and helping haul supplies back on the boat so they were ready to go for the next voyage. Now the work was done, at least for now and Saro was free to do what ever he wanted. He planned on hitting up some local taverns, but before that he just wanted to be close to the water. The smell of it was home, and perhaps he would even wade in, feel the cool water against his skin.
He was walking down the beach at a slow pace, his long hair blowing gently in the breeze as he walked and looked around, enjoying the soft sounds of the waves as they rolled up onto the beach. He had taken his boots off and was walking barefoot partially in the water, feeling the small stones and such that made up the beaches of rocky Colchis.
Normally when he went on these walks there was no one there, anyone who was by the water would be at the ports, and not many people took random walks along the beach. At least not in his experience. It was rare for him to ever run into anyone.
But today seemed like it was going to be different. Ahead of him he could see a woman, standing there painting. Peculiar. He thought it odd that someone would paint so close to water that could be blown by the wind, or birds that could swoop in and knock things over. He thought for a moment, on whether he should approach her or just leave her to it and head the other way.
But Saro was nothing if not adventurous.
He headed for the woman, calling out when he was still a little ways away so that he did not spook her or something.
“Hello there.” The pirate called out, flashing a charming smile as he approached. He didn’t get too close, in case she spooked easily or something. You never knew with people, even with the small and innocent looking women, they could pose a threat if they had a knife or something.
“I’m Saro.” He said, introducing himself with a little bow, the grin still on his face as he did so.
“And what may I ask, is your name?” He asked, wondering if she was going to talk to him, or perhaps she would ask him to leave. Or perhaps she wouldn’t even notice him as he stood there, she seemed very engrossed in her painting. He leaned over to take a look, and though it wasn’t finished, he guessed that it was of the ocean view in front of her.
“Wow, beautiful painting.” He commented, motioning to the picture in question.
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Saro’s life was based around the water, he was born upon the waves, and he had lived most of his life upon them. Even when they had made it to dry land, he liked to spend time by the water. He had been working that day, moving things to sell off of the boat and helping haul supplies back on the boat so they were ready to go for the next voyage. Now the work was done, at least for now and Saro was free to do what ever he wanted. He planned on hitting up some local taverns, but before that he just wanted to be close to the water. The smell of it was home, and perhaps he would even wade in, feel the cool water against his skin.
He was walking down the beach at a slow pace, his long hair blowing gently in the breeze as he walked and looked around, enjoying the soft sounds of the waves as they rolled up onto the beach. He had taken his boots off and was walking barefoot partially in the water, feeling the small stones and such that made up the beaches of rocky Colchis.
Normally when he went on these walks there was no one there, anyone who was by the water would be at the ports, and not many people took random walks along the beach. At least not in his experience. It was rare for him to ever run into anyone.
But today seemed like it was going to be different. Ahead of him he could see a woman, standing there painting. Peculiar. He thought it odd that someone would paint so close to water that could be blown by the wind, or birds that could swoop in and knock things over. He thought for a moment, on whether he should approach her or just leave her to it and head the other way.
But Saro was nothing if not adventurous.
He headed for the woman, calling out when he was still a little ways away so that he did not spook her or something.
“Hello there.” The pirate called out, flashing a charming smile as he approached. He didn’t get too close, in case she spooked easily or something. You never knew with people, even with the small and innocent looking women, they could pose a threat if they had a knife or something.
“I’m Saro.” He said, introducing himself with a little bow, the grin still on his face as he did so.
“And what may I ask, is your name?” He asked, wondering if she was going to talk to him, or perhaps she would ask him to leave. Or perhaps she wouldn’t even notice him as he stood there, she seemed very engrossed in her painting. He leaned over to take a look, and though it wasn’t finished, he guessed that it was of the ocean view in front of her.
“Wow, beautiful painting.” He commented, motioning to the picture in question.
Saro’s life was based around the water, he was born upon the waves, and he had lived most of his life upon them. Even when they had made it to dry land, he liked to spend time by the water. He had been working that day, moving things to sell off of the boat and helping haul supplies back on the boat so they were ready to go for the next voyage. Now the work was done, at least for now and Saro was free to do what ever he wanted. He planned on hitting up some local taverns, but before that he just wanted to be close to the water. The smell of it was home, and perhaps he would even wade in, feel the cool water against his skin.
He was walking down the beach at a slow pace, his long hair blowing gently in the breeze as he walked and looked around, enjoying the soft sounds of the waves as they rolled up onto the beach. He had taken his boots off and was walking barefoot partially in the water, feeling the small stones and such that made up the beaches of rocky Colchis.
Normally when he went on these walks there was no one there, anyone who was by the water would be at the ports, and not many people took random walks along the beach. At least not in his experience. It was rare for him to ever run into anyone.
But today seemed like it was going to be different. Ahead of him he could see a woman, standing there painting. Peculiar. He thought it odd that someone would paint so close to water that could be blown by the wind, or birds that could swoop in and knock things over. He thought for a moment, on whether he should approach her or just leave her to it and head the other way.
But Saro was nothing if not adventurous.
He headed for the woman, calling out when he was still a little ways away so that he did not spook her or something.
“Hello there.” The pirate called out, flashing a charming smile as he approached. He didn’t get too close, in case she spooked easily or something. You never knew with people, even with the small and innocent looking women, they could pose a threat if they had a knife or something.
“I’m Saro.” He said, introducing himself with a little bow, the grin still on his face as he did so.
“And what may I ask, is your name?” He asked, wondering if she was going to talk to him, or perhaps she would ask him to leave. Or perhaps she wouldn’t even notice him as he stood there, she seemed very engrossed in her painting. He leaned over to take a look, and though it wasn’t finished, he guessed that it was of the ocean view in front of her.
“Wow, beautiful painting.” He commented, motioning to the picture in question.
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The air was calm, so it was quite easy to hear Saro's voice. Adelpha's hand moved, bringing the brush across the canvas in a broad stroke as she blended a few colours together, creating the illusion of a vast depth to the water.
Once that was done, she turned to look at the man as he introduced himself. He was polite, if anything, and certainly curious about her work. And it was easy to tell that he wasn't a local. But that didn't exactly make him bad.
"I'm Adelpha. Nice to meet you." Their encounter was sure to be brief. Most of her encounters with people were. Such a thing brought her less to worry about and less trouble. It gave her a lot of peace that some people only dreamed of having.
Yet at times it was too quiet as well. There were moments that her own company just wasn't enough. Maybe she needed to get herself a pet. She had never had a pet before.
"Thank you. I like to capture some of what I see. The ocean is beautiful, with much below the surface." The same could be said about people too, herself included. "Do you dabble in the arts yourself?" For all she knew, Saro could make jewelry or something.
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The air was calm, so it was quite easy to hear Saro's voice. Adelpha's hand moved, bringing the brush across the canvas in a broad stroke as she blended a few colours together, creating the illusion of a vast depth to the water.
Once that was done, she turned to look at the man as he introduced himself. He was polite, if anything, and certainly curious about her work. And it was easy to tell that he wasn't a local. But that didn't exactly make him bad.
"I'm Adelpha. Nice to meet you." Their encounter was sure to be brief. Most of her encounters with people were. Such a thing brought her less to worry about and less trouble. It gave her a lot of peace that some people only dreamed of having.
Yet at times it was too quiet as well. There were moments that her own company just wasn't enough. Maybe she needed to get herself a pet. She had never had a pet before.
"Thank you. I like to capture some of what I see. The ocean is beautiful, with much below the surface." The same could be said about people too, herself included. "Do you dabble in the arts yourself?" For all she knew, Saro could make jewelry or something.
Hello there...
The air was calm, so it was quite easy to hear Saro's voice. Adelpha's hand moved, bringing the brush across the canvas in a broad stroke as she blended a few colours together, creating the illusion of a vast depth to the water.
Once that was done, she turned to look at the man as he introduced himself. He was polite, if anything, and certainly curious about her work. And it was easy to tell that he wasn't a local. But that didn't exactly make him bad.
"I'm Adelpha. Nice to meet you." Their encounter was sure to be brief. Most of her encounters with people were. Such a thing brought her less to worry about and less trouble. It gave her a lot of peace that some people only dreamed of having.
Yet at times it was too quiet as well. There were moments that her own company just wasn't enough. Maybe she needed to get herself a pet. She had never had a pet before.
"Thank you. I like to capture some of what I see. The ocean is beautiful, with much below the surface." The same could be said about people too, herself included. "Do you dabble in the arts yourself?" For all she knew, Saro could make jewelry or something.
Celine had a horrible headache today, the kind only salt air would cure. The springs were fine for breathing treatments or bathing, but she often found that they were generally too hot for much else, though she felt sure that if it were possible, water from the springs in some kind of pot or vase would warm her if she had a fever, or soothe muscle cramps. But today, thankfully, there was only a headache to worry about. Celine would probably always miss the views of the sea from Taengea, and she often wondered how the beach could be so close to somewhere that was so dry otherwise. But thank the gods there was a body of water anywhere near here at all.
She spotted Adelpha as she walked down the beach, but she was unsure if her friend would want company. Like Celine herself, Adelpha often painted, or had some other art project going on if not that. She stayed well out of the way at first, though she did stumble upon a good sitting spot that was close enough by to see her. It was only when she saw someone else walk up a few minutes later that she rose rather reluctantly from her spot. Some people seemed to like to stop and look at Adelpha's art, but this man wasn't quite like any she'd seen before. She was used to seeing soldiers in Colchis, but this man didn't appear to be one of those, nor a local either. He was oddly beautiful- though not as beautiful as Maximus to her, she reminded herself. Still, she studied his long hair and muscled body as though she were deciding just how to draw him- but she was half-tempted to also check for weapons, even if Adelpha would probably be able to defend herself in any case.
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Celine had a horrible headache today, the kind only salt air would cure. The springs were fine for breathing treatments or bathing, but she often found that they were generally too hot for much else, though she felt sure that if it were possible, water from the springs in some kind of pot or vase would warm her if she had a fever, or soothe muscle cramps. But today, thankfully, there was only a headache to worry about. Celine would probably always miss the views of the sea from Taengea, and she often wondered how the beach could be so close to somewhere that was so dry otherwise. But thank the gods there was a body of water anywhere near here at all.
She spotted Adelpha as she walked down the beach, but she was unsure if her friend would want company. Like Celine herself, Adelpha often painted, or had some other art project going on if not that. She stayed well out of the way at first, though she did stumble upon a good sitting spot that was close enough by to see her. It was only when she saw someone else walk up a few minutes later that she rose rather reluctantly from her spot. Some people seemed to like to stop and look at Adelpha's art, but this man wasn't quite like any she'd seen before. She was used to seeing soldiers in Colchis, but this man didn't appear to be one of those, nor a local either. He was oddly beautiful- though not as beautiful as Maximus to her, she reminded herself. Still, she studied his long hair and muscled body as though she were deciding just how to draw him- but she was half-tempted to also check for weapons, even if Adelpha would probably be able to defend herself in any case.
Celine had a horrible headache today, the kind only salt air would cure. The springs were fine for breathing treatments or bathing, but she often found that they were generally too hot for much else, though she felt sure that if it were possible, water from the springs in some kind of pot or vase would warm her if she had a fever, or soothe muscle cramps. But today, thankfully, there was only a headache to worry about. Celine would probably always miss the views of the sea from Taengea, and she often wondered how the beach could be so close to somewhere that was so dry otherwise. But thank the gods there was a body of water anywhere near here at all.
She spotted Adelpha as she walked down the beach, but she was unsure if her friend would want company. Like Celine herself, Adelpha often painted, or had some other art project going on if not that. She stayed well out of the way at first, though she did stumble upon a good sitting spot that was close enough by to see her. It was only when she saw someone else walk up a few minutes later that she rose rather reluctantly from her spot. Some people seemed to like to stop and look at Adelpha's art, but this man wasn't quite like any she'd seen before. She was used to seeing soldiers in Colchis, but this man didn't appear to be one of those, nor a local either. He was oddly beautiful- though not as beautiful as Maximus to her, she reminded herself. Still, she studied his long hair and muscled body as though she were deciding just how to draw him- but she was half-tempted to also check for weapons, even if Adelpha would probably be able to defend herself in any case.
He could appreciate what she said about the ocean. The ocean was his home, his place of birth. He held great respect for the water and everything it stood for. And while he could understand that she thought she knew the ocean, standing here now in front of it’s beauty, she truly did not know it. Not in the way he did, not in the way his family did. They spent their lives upon the waves, and she stood upon the beaches, simply painting the waves.
“No, I don’t have any talents in the way of art.” He stated with a friendly smile. It was true, he might have stolen precious paintings and what have you, but he never really had much appreciation for it. He could look at it, he could see what it was for the most part, but it didn’t inspire anything in him. It didn’t call to him or make him feel anything. He preferred to live his life as it was in front of him, to appreciate the beauty as it was happening, rather than captured by someone elses viewpoint.
“Do you often stand here and paint the ocean?” He asked curiously. He couldn’t imagine seeing the same thing every single day. Seeing the same scenery over and over. Saro needed change, he needed new experiences. Saro needed to move around, he was not someone who could stay put.
He had made that much clear in his lifetime, never staying any where for too long. Even here, now, Saro wasn’t likely to stay in Colchis for very long. There wasn’t anything interesting to him here, nothing that would keep his attention for long.
But at least for now, he could talk to this woman, perhaps she would have something interesting about her.
“Are you from around here?” He asked curiously.
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He could appreciate what she said about the ocean. The ocean was his home, his place of birth. He held great respect for the water and everything it stood for. And while he could understand that she thought she knew the ocean, standing here now in front of it’s beauty, she truly did not know it. Not in the way he did, not in the way his family did. They spent their lives upon the waves, and she stood upon the beaches, simply painting the waves.
“No, I don’t have any talents in the way of art.” He stated with a friendly smile. It was true, he might have stolen precious paintings and what have you, but he never really had much appreciation for it. He could look at it, he could see what it was for the most part, but it didn’t inspire anything in him. It didn’t call to him or make him feel anything. He preferred to live his life as it was in front of him, to appreciate the beauty as it was happening, rather than captured by someone elses viewpoint.
“Do you often stand here and paint the ocean?” He asked curiously. He couldn’t imagine seeing the same thing every single day. Seeing the same scenery over and over. Saro needed change, he needed new experiences. Saro needed to move around, he was not someone who could stay put.
He had made that much clear in his lifetime, never staying any where for too long. Even here, now, Saro wasn’t likely to stay in Colchis for very long. There wasn’t anything interesting to him here, nothing that would keep his attention for long.
But at least for now, he could talk to this woman, perhaps she would have something interesting about her.
“Are you from around here?” He asked curiously.
He could appreciate what she said about the ocean. The ocean was his home, his place of birth. He held great respect for the water and everything it stood for. And while he could understand that she thought she knew the ocean, standing here now in front of it’s beauty, she truly did not know it. Not in the way he did, not in the way his family did. They spent their lives upon the waves, and she stood upon the beaches, simply painting the waves.
“No, I don’t have any talents in the way of art.” He stated with a friendly smile. It was true, he might have stolen precious paintings and what have you, but he never really had much appreciation for it. He could look at it, he could see what it was for the most part, but it didn’t inspire anything in him. It didn’t call to him or make him feel anything. He preferred to live his life as it was in front of him, to appreciate the beauty as it was happening, rather than captured by someone elses viewpoint.
“Do you often stand here and paint the ocean?” He asked curiously. He couldn’t imagine seeing the same thing every single day. Seeing the same scenery over and over. Saro needed change, he needed new experiences. Saro needed to move around, he was not someone who could stay put.
He had made that much clear in his lifetime, never staying any where for too long. Even here, now, Saro wasn’t likely to stay in Colchis for very long. There wasn’t anything interesting to him here, nothing that would keep his attention for long.
But at least for now, he could talk to this woman, perhaps she would have something interesting about her.
“Are you from around here?” He asked curiously.
"Well that's okay. There's a lot of people that aren't very good at art. But they are very good at a lot of other things." Adelpha wouldn't elaborate too much. She wasn't very good at a lot of things. But it didn't really matter what she was good at or wasn't. Not in the grand scheme of things anyways.
She nodded to Saro's question. "It's one of my favourite spots. It's quiet here and usually sheltered from the wind. I have a few others located that way..." she pointed towards the rocky cliffs. "And right over...there too." Her finger pointing changed to a small wave as she noticed Celine standing there just a little way's off. It wasn't often that her childhood friend popped by. But normally as of late it only dealt with Maximus.
Adelpha then turned to the stranger. "Yes, born and raised. Though one day soon I'll be leaving. I'm not sure where or how, but I'll be going. You must be a great traveller. Where do you recommend?" The truth was that Adelpha didn't feel as though she fit in. And she didn't want to be sent off to war to die. Yet if she was to die on her travels, then she'd be fine with that. At least she'd die while going places and not doing what others expected of her to do. She'd be doing what she wanted.
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"Well that's okay. There's a lot of people that aren't very good at art. But they are very good at a lot of other things." Adelpha wouldn't elaborate too much. She wasn't very good at a lot of things. But it didn't really matter what she was good at or wasn't. Not in the grand scheme of things anyways.
She nodded to Saro's question. "It's one of my favourite spots. It's quiet here and usually sheltered from the wind. I have a few others located that way..." she pointed towards the rocky cliffs. "And right over...there too." Her finger pointing changed to a small wave as she noticed Celine standing there just a little way's off. It wasn't often that her childhood friend popped by. But normally as of late it only dealt with Maximus.
Adelpha then turned to the stranger. "Yes, born and raised. Though one day soon I'll be leaving. I'm not sure where or how, but I'll be going. You must be a great traveller. Where do you recommend?" The truth was that Adelpha didn't feel as though she fit in. And she didn't want to be sent off to war to die. Yet if she was to die on her travels, then she'd be fine with that. At least she'd die while going places and not doing what others expected of her to do. She'd be doing what she wanted.
"Well that's okay. There's a lot of people that aren't very good at art. But they are very good at a lot of other things." Adelpha wouldn't elaborate too much. She wasn't very good at a lot of things. But it didn't really matter what she was good at or wasn't. Not in the grand scheme of things anyways.
She nodded to Saro's question. "It's one of my favourite spots. It's quiet here and usually sheltered from the wind. I have a few others located that way..." she pointed towards the rocky cliffs. "And right over...there too." Her finger pointing changed to a small wave as she noticed Celine standing there just a little way's off. It wasn't often that her childhood friend popped by. But normally as of late it only dealt with Maximus.
Adelpha then turned to the stranger. "Yes, born and raised. Though one day soon I'll be leaving. I'm not sure where or how, but I'll be going. You must be a great traveller. Where do you recommend?" The truth was that Adelpha didn't feel as though she fit in. And she didn't want to be sent off to war to die. Yet if she was to die on her travels, then she'd be fine with that. At least she'd die while going places and not doing what others expected of her to do. She'd be doing what she wanted.
Saro knew that well, he may not have been good at art, but there was much he was good at. Charming people, fighting, sailing, the list went on, though most of his skills only pertained to one specific career path. And that was that of a pirate. Having grown up on a pirate ship, he learned from these things from the best. His skills developed based on his environment and what he needed to be able to do in order to survive and in order to be useful to his crew. When most children would be playing with toys, Saro had been tying sails off and helping to cause distractions so things could be stolen without notice. To him, that was a normal life, though to most, they couldn’t imagine a child doing such things.
His gaze followed as the woman pointed, noting the other spots she said she went to paint. Not sure if that information would ever prove useful, but he liked to make note of such things. You never know when you needed to know something that might seem insignificant in the moment, he had learned that lesson over the years.
His eye also caught the woman who was standing in the distance, as Adelpha waved at her, his eyebrow raised.
“A friend of yours?” He asked her before waving at the stranger as well.
“Come on over and join us, don’t be shy!” He called out, two women held no threat to him, not that he planned on doing anything that would cause either of them to want to attack him. His intentions here were purely innocent, and it had been a coincidence that he had run into them on his walk upon the beach.
“Leaving? Any particular reason? From my experience, people don’t tend to just leave their homes for no reason.” He asked, turning his attention back to the woman in front of him. Strange indeed that she seemed so intent on just leaving. There was a story there, he was sure of it.
“I have been to many places, and would suggest most of them, but unfortunately most are not easily accessible to most travellers. You either need to have a crew to sail with you to such places, or extreme amounts of money to charter a ship to take you.” He stated. The only real places would be one of the other Greek kingdoms, or perhaps Africa. Though he did not know how far she wished to travel or what her intentions were with wanting to travel.
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Saro knew that well, he may not have been good at art, but there was much he was good at. Charming people, fighting, sailing, the list went on, though most of his skills only pertained to one specific career path. And that was that of a pirate. Having grown up on a pirate ship, he learned from these things from the best. His skills developed based on his environment and what he needed to be able to do in order to survive and in order to be useful to his crew. When most children would be playing with toys, Saro had been tying sails off and helping to cause distractions so things could be stolen without notice. To him, that was a normal life, though to most, they couldn’t imagine a child doing such things.
His gaze followed as the woman pointed, noting the other spots she said she went to paint. Not sure if that information would ever prove useful, but he liked to make note of such things. You never know when you needed to know something that might seem insignificant in the moment, he had learned that lesson over the years.
His eye also caught the woman who was standing in the distance, as Adelpha waved at her, his eyebrow raised.
“A friend of yours?” He asked her before waving at the stranger as well.
“Come on over and join us, don’t be shy!” He called out, two women held no threat to him, not that he planned on doing anything that would cause either of them to want to attack him. His intentions here were purely innocent, and it had been a coincidence that he had run into them on his walk upon the beach.
“Leaving? Any particular reason? From my experience, people don’t tend to just leave their homes for no reason.” He asked, turning his attention back to the woman in front of him. Strange indeed that she seemed so intent on just leaving. There was a story there, he was sure of it.
“I have been to many places, and would suggest most of them, but unfortunately most are not easily accessible to most travellers. You either need to have a crew to sail with you to such places, or extreme amounts of money to charter a ship to take you.” He stated. The only real places would be one of the other Greek kingdoms, or perhaps Africa. Though he did not know how far she wished to travel or what her intentions were with wanting to travel.
Saro knew that well, he may not have been good at art, but there was much he was good at. Charming people, fighting, sailing, the list went on, though most of his skills only pertained to one specific career path. And that was that of a pirate. Having grown up on a pirate ship, he learned from these things from the best. His skills developed based on his environment and what he needed to be able to do in order to survive and in order to be useful to his crew. When most children would be playing with toys, Saro had been tying sails off and helping to cause distractions so things could be stolen without notice. To him, that was a normal life, though to most, they couldn’t imagine a child doing such things.
His gaze followed as the woman pointed, noting the other spots she said she went to paint. Not sure if that information would ever prove useful, but he liked to make note of such things. You never know when you needed to know something that might seem insignificant in the moment, he had learned that lesson over the years.
His eye also caught the woman who was standing in the distance, as Adelpha waved at her, his eyebrow raised.
“A friend of yours?” He asked her before waving at the stranger as well.
“Come on over and join us, don’t be shy!” He called out, two women held no threat to him, not that he planned on doing anything that would cause either of them to want to attack him. His intentions here were purely innocent, and it had been a coincidence that he had run into them on his walk upon the beach.
“Leaving? Any particular reason? From my experience, people don’t tend to just leave their homes for no reason.” He asked, turning his attention back to the woman in front of him. Strange indeed that she seemed so intent on just leaving. There was a story there, he was sure of it.
“I have been to many places, and would suggest most of them, but unfortunately most are not easily accessible to most travellers. You either need to have a crew to sail with you to such places, or extreme amounts of money to charter a ship to take you.” He stated. The only real places would be one of the other Greek kingdoms, or perhaps Africa. Though he did not know how far she wished to travel or what her intentions were with wanting to travel.
"Yes, a childhood friend." Adelpha wasn't expecting any company at all, et alone another visit from Celine. As of late all of her friend's visits had been about her pining over Maximus. It was all rather silly in her mind, for she had never pined over anyone, nor had anyone pined over her. And that was the way that it would always be if her Father had his way.
As they waited for Celine to approach if she chose to, Adelpha turned her attention back to her painting while she responded to his question. "I don't fit in here. My Father just wants me to go off to war to die and give the family honour since he never got a son. But I don't want to fight. I want to learn and create amazing pieces of art. Surely there are places that I could go where art is far more important than battles..." That was her hope anyways. Yet upon hearing that she needed a crew or a vast amount of money to charter one for herself, Adelpha knew that she had none of those things.
At least not yet.
"How much do I need to book passage for a ship already going to...wherever? I'm sure that if I sold everything, I could just have enough..." She'd even sell her home if she had to. Whatever it took.
As far as she could tell, Saro and people just like him were lucky. They could go wherever they wanted and weren't tied down by strict Fathers. But the grass was always greener on the other side. That was just the way things go.
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"Yes, a childhood friend." Adelpha wasn't expecting any company at all, et alone another visit from Celine. As of late all of her friend's visits had been about her pining over Maximus. It was all rather silly in her mind, for she had never pined over anyone, nor had anyone pined over her. And that was the way that it would always be if her Father had his way.
As they waited for Celine to approach if she chose to, Adelpha turned her attention back to her painting while she responded to his question. "I don't fit in here. My Father just wants me to go off to war to die and give the family honour since he never got a son. But I don't want to fight. I want to learn and create amazing pieces of art. Surely there are places that I could go where art is far more important than battles..." That was her hope anyways. Yet upon hearing that she needed a crew or a vast amount of money to charter one for herself, Adelpha knew that she had none of those things.
At least not yet.
"How much do I need to book passage for a ship already going to...wherever? I'm sure that if I sold everything, I could just have enough..." She'd even sell her home if she had to. Whatever it took.
As far as she could tell, Saro and people just like him were lucky. They could go wherever they wanted and weren't tied down by strict Fathers. But the grass was always greener on the other side. That was just the way things go.
"Yes, a childhood friend." Adelpha wasn't expecting any company at all, et alone another visit from Celine. As of late all of her friend's visits had been about her pining over Maximus. It was all rather silly in her mind, for she had never pined over anyone, nor had anyone pined over her. And that was the way that it would always be if her Father had his way.
As they waited for Celine to approach if she chose to, Adelpha turned her attention back to her painting while she responded to his question. "I don't fit in here. My Father just wants me to go off to war to die and give the family honour since he never got a son. But I don't want to fight. I want to learn and create amazing pieces of art. Surely there are places that I could go where art is far more important than battles..." That was her hope anyways. Yet upon hearing that she needed a crew or a vast amount of money to charter one for herself, Adelpha knew that she had none of those things.
At least not yet.
"How much do I need to book passage for a ship already going to...wherever? I'm sure that if I sold everything, I could just have enough..." She'd even sell her home if she had to. Whatever it took.
As far as she could tell, Saro and people just like him were lucky. They could go wherever they wanted and weren't tied down by strict Fathers. But the grass was always greener on the other side. That was just the way things go.
Saro had extended the invite to her friend, it was up to the other woman if she wanted to come over and join them or not. Seemed odd that she was just standing in the distance staring that them if he was being honest. Was she just trying to make sure Saro wasn’t going to hurt her friend? That was possible, though he wasn’t sure what she planned on doing about it if he did. By the time she would be able to get any where to get help, he could have done what ever he wanted and been long gone. Perhaps she just didn’t think about that.
“Well, surely he doesn’t want you to die.” Saro said with a little laugh as the woman explained why she wanted to leave. Though he supposed the survival rate when going off to war was not likely high. He wouldn’t know, he’d never fought in any wars. He held no loyalty to any land. His loyalties lay with the sea and with his crew.
“In all my travels, I have found few places that value art over war. Yet, they are out there.” He said simply with a shrug. He could think of a few places that held art in high esteem, but he wasn’t sure any would be welcoming to a Greek woman. Quite a few places were not fond of strangers.
“It would be up to who ever you’re trying to pay to take you somewhere.” He said with a shrug, vaguely wondering just how much she actually could get. If she could pay enough, he might be convinced to take her himself. She would have to settle for where ever they were sailing next, they wouldn’t make a voyage just because this random woman wanted to go some where different. But if she truly wanted to leave this place, then it shouldn’t matter where she went.
He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. Perhaps he had stumbled upon some money here, depending on how much she could actually come up with.
“If you are not picky with where you wish to go, I may have a way out for you, and soon.” He stated, gauging her interest. She wouldn’t take up a lot of room or food. Though, he would leave out the fact that her accommodations on the ship would be... less than ideal, and her food rations minimum. She didn’t need to know that.
“How much do you think you could pay for a trip? I can make a proposition to my Captain, and you could potentially join us when we sail from here. Start a new life on different shores.” He offered. If she was serious, she would see the offer as a blessing, as her way out. And Saro could pocket some of the money for himself, and the crew could add the rest to their growing stock. It was a win win, assuming she didn’t die upon the sea.
Sailing was a rough life, and few seemed to realize just how much it took.
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Saro had extended the invite to her friend, it was up to the other woman if she wanted to come over and join them or not. Seemed odd that she was just standing in the distance staring that them if he was being honest. Was she just trying to make sure Saro wasn’t going to hurt her friend? That was possible, though he wasn’t sure what she planned on doing about it if he did. By the time she would be able to get any where to get help, he could have done what ever he wanted and been long gone. Perhaps she just didn’t think about that.
“Well, surely he doesn’t want you to die.” Saro said with a little laugh as the woman explained why she wanted to leave. Though he supposed the survival rate when going off to war was not likely high. He wouldn’t know, he’d never fought in any wars. He held no loyalty to any land. His loyalties lay with the sea and with his crew.
“In all my travels, I have found few places that value art over war. Yet, they are out there.” He said simply with a shrug. He could think of a few places that held art in high esteem, but he wasn’t sure any would be welcoming to a Greek woman. Quite a few places were not fond of strangers.
“It would be up to who ever you’re trying to pay to take you somewhere.” He said with a shrug, vaguely wondering just how much she actually could get. If she could pay enough, he might be convinced to take her himself. She would have to settle for where ever they were sailing next, they wouldn’t make a voyage just because this random woman wanted to go some where different. But if she truly wanted to leave this place, then it shouldn’t matter where she went.
He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. Perhaps he had stumbled upon some money here, depending on how much she could actually come up with.
“If you are not picky with where you wish to go, I may have a way out for you, and soon.” He stated, gauging her interest. She wouldn’t take up a lot of room or food. Though, he would leave out the fact that her accommodations on the ship would be... less than ideal, and her food rations minimum. She didn’t need to know that.
“How much do you think you could pay for a trip? I can make a proposition to my Captain, and you could potentially join us when we sail from here. Start a new life on different shores.” He offered. If she was serious, she would see the offer as a blessing, as her way out. And Saro could pocket some of the money for himself, and the crew could add the rest to their growing stock. It was a win win, assuming she didn’t die upon the sea.
Sailing was a rough life, and few seemed to realize just how much it took.
Saro had extended the invite to her friend, it was up to the other woman if she wanted to come over and join them or not. Seemed odd that she was just standing in the distance staring that them if he was being honest. Was she just trying to make sure Saro wasn’t going to hurt her friend? That was possible, though he wasn’t sure what she planned on doing about it if he did. By the time she would be able to get any where to get help, he could have done what ever he wanted and been long gone. Perhaps she just didn’t think about that.
“Well, surely he doesn’t want you to die.” Saro said with a little laugh as the woman explained why she wanted to leave. Though he supposed the survival rate when going off to war was not likely high. He wouldn’t know, he’d never fought in any wars. He held no loyalty to any land. His loyalties lay with the sea and with his crew.
“In all my travels, I have found few places that value art over war. Yet, they are out there.” He said simply with a shrug. He could think of a few places that held art in high esteem, but he wasn’t sure any would be welcoming to a Greek woman. Quite a few places were not fond of strangers.
“It would be up to who ever you’re trying to pay to take you somewhere.” He said with a shrug, vaguely wondering just how much she actually could get. If she could pay enough, he might be convinced to take her himself. She would have to settle for where ever they were sailing next, they wouldn’t make a voyage just because this random woman wanted to go some where different. But if she truly wanted to leave this place, then it shouldn’t matter where she went.
He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. Perhaps he had stumbled upon some money here, depending on how much she could actually come up with.
“If you are not picky with where you wish to go, I may have a way out for you, and soon.” He stated, gauging her interest. She wouldn’t take up a lot of room or food. Though, he would leave out the fact that her accommodations on the ship would be... less than ideal, and her food rations minimum. She didn’t need to know that.
“How much do you think you could pay for a trip? I can make a proposition to my Captain, and you could potentially join us when we sail from here. Start a new life on different shores.” He offered. If she was serious, she would see the offer as a blessing, as her way out. And Saro could pocket some of the money for himself, and the crew could add the rest to their growing stock. It was a win win, assuming she didn’t die upon the sea.
Sailing was a rough life, and few seemed to realize just how much it took.
Adelpha wished that she could be as lighthearted about the situation as Saro seemed to be. Maybe she just didn't word it correctly enough. "I just don't think that my chances are very high. I've not had a lot of training." Mostly because she avoided it, even so much so as to pretty much gone into hiding. Only her Father knew that she was a deserter and she avoided him like the plague. It was easy enough for her to stay off his radar. She didn't really stand out in any of the crowds and she was very glad to not be one of the beauties that caught everyone's attention. And she was glad to not be a noble. Of course maybe then she'd be spared having to go off to war. However then she'd be expected to marry and bare sons. Fortunately she didn't have to worry about those expectations either.
Her own spirits brightened however as he informed her that there were places out there that favoured art over war. That was fantastic to know. It wasn't just some dream or flight of fantasy as her Father would say. It was real. And that meant that there was a very real chance that she could find it.
That is of course if she could gather up enough money.
From what Saro was saying, it sounded as though she'd need quite a lot. The idea of selling her little house became more and more of a reality. It wasn't ideal, especially as she had told Celine that she'd try to come back some time. But this way there'd be no turning back, no backing out.
"I could sell my house and all my artwork. Surely that would be enough? I don't take much room, and I can bring some of my own food. How long of a journey would it be?" Adelpha wouldn't even bring much in the way of belongings either. Just a satchel would do, and one other bag. Yet she wouldn't be expecting anyone else to carry her things or even to bother with her really. "I won't be in anyone's way, and if your cook needs a helper, then I can pitch in." Hopefully that was enough to sweeten the pot.
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Adelpha wished that she could be as lighthearted about the situation as Saro seemed to be. Maybe she just didn't word it correctly enough. "I just don't think that my chances are very high. I've not had a lot of training." Mostly because she avoided it, even so much so as to pretty much gone into hiding. Only her Father knew that she was a deserter and she avoided him like the plague. It was easy enough for her to stay off his radar. She didn't really stand out in any of the crowds and she was very glad to not be one of the beauties that caught everyone's attention. And she was glad to not be a noble. Of course maybe then she'd be spared having to go off to war. However then she'd be expected to marry and bare sons. Fortunately she didn't have to worry about those expectations either.
Her own spirits brightened however as he informed her that there were places out there that favoured art over war. That was fantastic to know. It wasn't just some dream or flight of fantasy as her Father would say. It was real. And that meant that there was a very real chance that she could find it.
That is of course if she could gather up enough money.
From what Saro was saying, it sounded as though she'd need quite a lot. The idea of selling her little house became more and more of a reality. It wasn't ideal, especially as she had told Celine that she'd try to come back some time. But this way there'd be no turning back, no backing out.
"I could sell my house and all my artwork. Surely that would be enough? I don't take much room, and I can bring some of my own food. How long of a journey would it be?" Adelpha wouldn't even bring much in the way of belongings either. Just a satchel would do, and one other bag. Yet she wouldn't be expecting anyone else to carry her things or even to bother with her really. "I won't be in anyone's way, and if your cook needs a helper, then I can pitch in." Hopefully that was enough to sweeten the pot.
Adelpha wished that she could be as lighthearted about the situation as Saro seemed to be. Maybe she just didn't word it correctly enough. "I just don't think that my chances are very high. I've not had a lot of training." Mostly because she avoided it, even so much so as to pretty much gone into hiding. Only her Father knew that she was a deserter and she avoided him like the plague. It was easy enough for her to stay off his radar. She didn't really stand out in any of the crowds and she was very glad to not be one of the beauties that caught everyone's attention. And she was glad to not be a noble. Of course maybe then she'd be spared having to go off to war. However then she'd be expected to marry and bare sons. Fortunately she didn't have to worry about those expectations either.
Her own spirits brightened however as he informed her that there were places out there that favoured art over war. That was fantastic to know. It wasn't just some dream or flight of fantasy as her Father would say. It was real. And that meant that there was a very real chance that she could find it.
That is of course if she could gather up enough money.
From what Saro was saying, it sounded as though she'd need quite a lot. The idea of selling her little house became more and more of a reality. It wasn't ideal, especially as she had told Celine that she'd try to come back some time. But this way there'd be no turning back, no backing out.
"I could sell my house and all my artwork. Surely that would be enough? I don't take much room, and I can bring some of my own food. How long of a journey would it be?" Adelpha wouldn't even bring much in the way of belongings either. Just a satchel would do, and one other bag. Yet she wouldn't be expecting anyone else to carry her things or even to bother with her really. "I won't be in anyone's way, and if your cook needs a helper, then I can pitch in." Hopefully that was enough to sweeten the pot.
Celine startled a little when the attractive man whom she would perhaps like to paint called her over. She wondered for a few seconds if he had guessed her thoughts. As she made her way toward Adelpha and the man, she overheard a little of their conversation. So Adelpha might possibly be considering leaving again. Well, she couldn't quite blame her, knowing that Adelpha's father might want her to fight in the war, if it came to war with Egypt, which it seemed likely to.
She wouldn't panic just yet, though. While Max would almost certainly go to war if it came to that, there was still likely Basil who might remain close by. One could hope, anyway. Hope was all Celine had at this point, anyway. She had never not had at least one friend in Colchis, and she feared for her own sanity if she were left without anyone to turn to. Maybe it was just the memory fire in her childhood rearing its ugly head, but Celine sometimes felt as though, if she didn't do something to protect her friends, something terrible might happen.
Today, though, there was a headache she had to cure and a possible art subject she might meet.
She smiled as she ambled her way over to meet them. "Hello," she said to the man. "I'm Celine of Acaris, and you look rather...as though you might make a good painting subject if you don't mind my saying so." She wondered if he realized how much he seemed to resemble Poseidon, at least to her. With the wind in his hair and the waves in the background, Celine could just imagine him carrying a large trident.
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Celine startled a little when the attractive man whom she would perhaps like to paint called her over. She wondered for a few seconds if he had guessed her thoughts. As she made her way toward Adelpha and the man, she overheard a little of their conversation. So Adelpha might possibly be considering leaving again. Well, she couldn't quite blame her, knowing that Adelpha's father might want her to fight in the war, if it came to war with Egypt, which it seemed likely to.
She wouldn't panic just yet, though. While Max would almost certainly go to war if it came to that, there was still likely Basil who might remain close by. One could hope, anyway. Hope was all Celine had at this point, anyway. She had never not had at least one friend in Colchis, and she feared for her own sanity if she were left without anyone to turn to. Maybe it was just the memory fire in her childhood rearing its ugly head, but Celine sometimes felt as though, if she didn't do something to protect her friends, something terrible might happen.
Today, though, there was a headache she had to cure and a possible art subject she might meet.
She smiled as she ambled her way over to meet them. "Hello," she said to the man. "I'm Celine of Acaris, and you look rather...as though you might make a good painting subject if you don't mind my saying so." She wondered if he realized how much he seemed to resemble Poseidon, at least to her. With the wind in his hair and the waves in the background, Celine could just imagine him carrying a large trident.
Celine startled a little when the attractive man whom she would perhaps like to paint called her over. She wondered for a few seconds if he had guessed her thoughts. As she made her way toward Adelpha and the man, she overheard a little of their conversation. So Adelpha might possibly be considering leaving again. Well, she couldn't quite blame her, knowing that Adelpha's father might want her to fight in the war, if it came to war with Egypt, which it seemed likely to.
She wouldn't panic just yet, though. While Max would almost certainly go to war if it came to that, there was still likely Basil who might remain close by. One could hope, anyway. Hope was all Celine had at this point, anyway. She had never not had at least one friend in Colchis, and she feared for her own sanity if she were left without anyone to turn to. Maybe it was just the memory fire in her childhood rearing its ugly head, but Celine sometimes felt as though, if she didn't do something to protect her friends, something terrible might happen.
Today, though, there was a headache she had to cure and a possible art subject she might meet.
She smiled as she ambled her way over to meet them. "Hello," she said to the man. "I'm Celine of Acaris, and you look rather...as though you might make a good painting subject if you don't mind my saying so." She wondered if he realized how much he seemed to resemble Poseidon, at least to her. With the wind in his hair and the waves in the background, Celine could just imagine him carrying a large trident.
