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Occasionally, Nike took her advantages when she could. Don't get her wrong, she was a very efficient Commander who got to her rank in this day through pure hard work. Many suspected, or even whispered and spread rumors that she was a star act in sucking up to Vangelis, and that was what had earned her the coveted position as both the crown prince's bodyguard and trusted Commander, but Nike was not one to listen to gossips and rumors. She got what she wanted through hard work and effort, and that was enough for her.
But sometimes, just sometimes, she liked to take advantage of the unlikely friendship she shared with her General and Prince.
Raising a brow when he humored her, Nike rolled her eyes as she snickered. "Who else better to discuss about women with, really?". Despite having lived as a man over the past decade or so, sometimes she wondered if Vangelis truly believed of her as one of the men. Like it or not, she still had her woman's intuition, something that was less training and more of a natural thing that she would grow into. More then once, she's watched and hid laughter as her fellow comrades would gossip about females with her, and she'd dish out oddly accurate assistance for them, so much so that they suspected Nike to be an expert with women. She allowed that rumor to run, considering it at least better then the truth.
Still leaning on her haunches as she waited for his explanation, the woman swept her growing hair out of her eyes once the prince started speaking. Following his lead, she began picking up wood as well, loading up her arms with a load slightly lesser then his. Falling in step next to him, her brows furrowed as she tried to piece together what he just said in her mind's eye. "Why did she get angry with you?" was her first question, curious as to her anger. Had Vangelis not been returning her missives? Nike was fairly sure she's seen Vangelis wielding a pen more often these days, so surely that could not be the case.
Then, as if her mind cleared out the more she spoke to Vangelis, she paused in her steps next to him, and then gaped at her friend with an incredulous look. She kissed him, and then she got upset. "Hang on. She kissed you. Please tell me you kissed her back." Nike's tone was half begging as she spoke. Surely her friend was not so stupid as to not see why, could he not?
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Occasionally, Nike took her advantages when she could. Don't get her wrong, she was a very efficient Commander who got to her rank in this day through pure hard work. Many suspected, or even whispered and spread rumors that she was a star act in sucking up to Vangelis, and that was what had earned her the coveted position as both the crown prince's bodyguard and trusted Commander, but Nike was not one to listen to gossips and rumors. She got what she wanted through hard work and effort, and that was enough for her.
But sometimes, just sometimes, she liked to take advantage of the unlikely friendship she shared with her General and Prince.
Raising a brow when he humored her, Nike rolled her eyes as she snickered. "Who else better to discuss about women with, really?". Despite having lived as a man over the past decade or so, sometimes she wondered if Vangelis truly believed of her as one of the men. Like it or not, she still had her woman's intuition, something that was less training and more of a natural thing that she would grow into. More then once, she's watched and hid laughter as her fellow comrades would gossip about females with her, and she'd dish out oddly accurate assistance for them, so much so that they suspected Nike to be an expert with women. She allowed that rumor to run, considering it at least better then the truth.
Still leaning on her haunches as she waited for his explanation, the woman swept her growing hair out of her eyes once the prince started speaking. Following his lead, she began picking up wood as well, loading up her arms with a load slightly lesser then his. Falling in step next to him, her brows furrowed as she tried to piece together what he just said in her mind's eye. "Why did she get angry with you?" was her first question, curious as to her anger. Had Vangelis not been returning her missives? Nike was fairly sure she's seen Vangelis wielding a pen more often these days, so surely that could not be the case.
Then, as if her mind cleared out the more she spoke to Vangelis, she paused in her steps next to him, and then gaped at her friend with an incredulous look. She kissed him, and then she got upset. "Hang on. She kissed you. Please tell me you kissed her back." Nike's tone was half begging as she spoke. Surely her friend was not so stupid as to not see why, could he not?
Occasionally, Nike took her advantages when she could. Don't get her wrong, she was a very efficient Commander who got to her rank in this day through pure hard work. Many suspected, or even whispered and spread rumors that she was a star act in sucking up to Vangelis, and that was what had earned her the coveted position as both the crown prince's bodyguard and trusted Commander, but Nike was not one to listen to gossips and rumors. She got what she wanted through hard work and effort, and that was enough for her.
But sometimes, just sometimes, she liked to take advantage of the unlikely friendship she shared with her General and Prince.
Raising a brow when he humored her, Nike rolled her eyes as she snickered. "Who else better to discuss about women with, really?". Despite having lived as a man over the past decade or so, sometimes she wondered if Vangelis truly believed of her as one of the men. Like it or not, she still had her woman's intuition, something that was less training and more of a natural thing that she would grow into. More then once, she's watched and hid laughter as her fellow comrades would gossip about females with her, and she'd dish out oddly accurate assistance for them, so much so that they suspected Nike to be an expert with women. She allowed that rumor to run, considering it at least better then the truth.
Still leaning on her haunches as she waited for his explanation, the woman swept her growing hair out of her eyes once the prince started speaking. Following his lead, she began picking up wood as well, loading up her arms with a load slightly lesser then his. Falling in step next to him, her brows furrowed as she tried to piece together what he just said in her mind's eye. "Why did she get angry with you?" was her first question, curious as to her anger. Had Vangelis not been returning her missives? Nike was fairly sure she's seen Vangelis wielding a pen more often these days, so surely that could not be the case.
Then, as if her mind cleared out the more she spoke to Vangelis, she paused in her steps next to him, and then gaped at her friend with an incredulous look. She kissed him, and then she got upset. "Hang on. She kissed you. Please tell me you kissed her back." Nike's tone was half begging as she spoke. Surely her friend was not so stupid as to not see why, could he not?
Vangelis snorted again when Nike suggested that there was no better person for him to speak to with regards to women. Just a slight exhale through his nose that set a wrinkle to his brow and made a huffing noise until his breath. In some ways she was write - Nike was, after all, female. And whilst Vangelis was never able to forget that fact - just in case he placed her in some kind of situation that might expose her secret - he had never thought of her nor treated her as if she was a woman. Female, yes. Woman, no. Her biology was something neither of them could refute and it needed to be considered because it was important that Nike behave - and fight - in a way that negated the impact of her physical inferiority. Something they were both aware of and worked on, on a regular basis. But that didn't mean that she was a woman and certainly not a lady.
"Nike, besides biology, you're no more a woman than I am." He commented with a tone of good-natured jibing between decades-old friends. He turned his attention back to the task at hand as he set the pieces from his arms to the piles that were neatly stacked down either side of the cabin's walls, one foot inside the shack and the other still on the grass. Once he had offloaded, he stepped back to allow Nike to do the same, headed back for the pile of pieces he had accumulated over the last few hours of work.
"I told you, I have no idea." He commented when she asked him what the Lady Selene was angry about. "She thought that I was judging her in some way - which I was not, but she didn't let me get that far." He felt the grinding of fire beneath the natural gravel of his own timbre and realised that he was feeling a little defensive. He genuinely hadn't meant to insult Selene and he actually had tried to correct her on that point, despite not being given the chance to do so.
It was while he was stacking up a new set to be relocated that Nike asked him regarding the kiss, and he stood up, one arm supporting a few half dozen blocks and an addition piece held in the opposing hand.
"Not that it's any of your business-" He told her, pointing the block in her direction. "But I didn't exactly get the chance to. Whether I had wanted to or not."
His eyes narrowed as Nike came back out of the cabin with an expression in place.
"You can wipe that look off your face, Nike." He told her, pointing the block at her again. "I told you - I did nothing in this." And of that he was certain and refused to believe otherwise, no matter what his Commander might want to say. It had happened so quickly there hadn’t been anything for his shocked mind to do but just stand there and let it happen.
He finished loading up his second armful of firewood, noting that what was left would probably be a single trip for Nike and the last of the storage. If only relationships with people were as simply as the process and need of handling resources. Easy, efficient and effective.
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Vangelis snorted again when Nike suggested that there was no better person for him to speak to with regards to women. Just a slight exhale through his nose that set a wrinkle to his brow and made a huffing noise until his breath. In some ways she was write - Nike was, after all, female. And whilst Vangelis was never able to forget that fact - just in case he placed her in some kind of situation that might expose her secret - he had never thought of her nor treated her as if she was a woman. Female, yes. Woman, no. Her biology was something neither of them could refute and it needed to be considered because it was important that Nike behave - and fight - in a way that negated the impact of her physical inferiority. Something they were both aware of and worked on, on a regular basis. But that didn't mean that she was a woman and certainly not a lady.
"Nike, besides biology, you're no more a woman than I am." He commented with a tone of good-natured jibing between decades-old friends. He turned his attention back to the task at hand as he set the pieces from his arms to the piles that were neatly stacked down either side of the cabin's walls, one foot inside the shack and the other still on the grass. Once he had offloaded, he stepped back to allow Nike to do the same, headed back for the pile of pieces he had accumulated over the last few hours of work.
"I told you, I have no idea." He commented when she asked him what the Lady Selene was angry about. "She thought that I was judging her in some way - which I was not, but she didn't let me get that far." He felt the grinding of fire beneath the natural gravel of his own timbre and realised that he was feeling a little defensive. He genuinely hadn't meant to insult Selene and he actually had tried to correct her on that point, despite not being given the chance to do so.
It was while he was stacking up a new set to be relocated that Nike asked him regarding the kiss, and he stood up, one arm supporting a few half dozen blocks and an addition piece held in the opposing hand.
"Not that it's any of your business-" He told her, pointing the block in her direction. "But I didn't exactly get the chance to. Whether I had wanted to or not."
His eyes narrowed as Nike came back out of the cabin with an expression in place.
"You can wipe that look off your face, Nike." He told her, pointing the block at her again. "I told you - I did nothing in this." And of that he was certain and refused to believe otherwise, no matter what his Commander might want to say. It had happened so quickly there hadn’t been anything for his shocked mind to do but just stand there and let it happen.
He finished loading up his second armful of firewood, noting that what was left would probably be a single trip for Nike and the last of the storage. If only relationships with people were as simply as the process and need of handling resources. Easy, efficient and effective.
Vangelis snorted again when Nike suggested that there was no better person for him to speak to with regards to women. Just a slight exhale through his nose that set a wrinkle to his brow and made a huffing noise until his breath. In some ways she was write - Nike was, after all, female. And whilst Vangelis was never able to forget that fact - just in case he placed her in some kind of situation that might expose her secret - he had never thought of her nor treated her as if she was a woman. Female, yes. Woman, no. Her biology was something neither of them could refute and it needed to be considered because it was important that Nike behave - and fight - in a way that negated the impact of her physical inferiority. Something they were both aware of and worked on, on a regular basis. But that didn't mean that she was a woman and certainly not a lady.
"Nike, besides biology, you're no more a woman than I am." He commented with a tone of good-natured jibing between decades-old friends. He turned his attention back to the task at hand as he set the pieces from his arms to the piles that were neatly stacked down either side of the cabin's walls, one foot inside the shack and the other still on the grass. Once he had offloaded, he stepped back to allow Nike to do the same, headed back for the pile of pieces he had accumulated over the last few hours of work.
"I told you, I have no idea." He commented when she asked him what the Lady Selene was angry about. "She thought that I was judging her in some way - which I was not, but she didn't let me get that far." He felt the grinding of fire beneath the natural gravel of his own timbre and realised that he was feeling a little defensive. He genuinely hadn't meant to insult Selene and he actually had tried to correct her on that point, despite not being given the chance to do so.
It was while he was stacking up a new set to be relocated that Nike asked him regarding the kiss, and he stood up, one arm supporting a few half dozen blocks and an addition piece held in the opposing hand.
"Not that it's any of your business-" He told her, pointing the block in her direction. "But I didn't exactly get the chance to. Whether I had wanted to or not."
His eyes narrowed as Nike came back out of the cabin with an expression in place.
"You can wipe that look off your face, Nike." He told her, pointing the block at her again. "I told you - I did nothing in this." And of that he was certain and refused to believe otherwise, no matter what his Commander might want to say. It had happened so quickly there hadn’t been anything for his shocked mind to do but just stand there and let it happen.
He finished loading up his second armful of firewood, noting that what was left would probably be a single trip for Nike and the last of the storage. If only relationships with people were as simply as the process and need of handling resources. Easy, efficient and effective.
It wasn't a surprising thing, in fact Nike would be thoroughly insulted if Vangelis started treating her like a woman, really. She's worked hard to be considered to be just as good as some men, if not better then others, and she rather enjoyed her hard work paying off. So to a certain extent, the knowledge of her biology between the two of them was simply a bit of information that she would use as a joke to him, as he would to her, but never did they seriously consider it a matter of discussion.
So she rolled her eyes at him, but her lips remained in an amused smile as she offloaded the pile of wood, and then turned to follow him back, looking for all the world as if the two military buddies were simply having a chat as it were any other day.
The woman highly doubted that Selene would have gotten so angry over no reason. The Leventi lady did not strike Nike as one of those brainless nitwits that she's occasionally seen Vangelis with, so she must have her reasons. The Commander did not at all trust that Vangelis had nothing to do with it though, but Nike recognized the grind of his voice as it grew rough. In turn, the woman raised a brow, but wisely chose to not comment on how quick e was to jump to his own defense - Gods be it for her to be the one to point out a perfectionist like her general could, Zeus forbid, be wrong.
Instead, she merely let him continue as she picked up more wood blocks.
Wearing a look of mock horror when Vangelis actually insinuated it wasn't any of her business (what, was he going to ask Athanasia for help? Not that the youngest Kotas princess was any better. And obviously, neither was the Athenian monarch in any better shape to help at this point really - what was going on with Greece?), the look melted into one of mild disbelief, as she mulled the situation in her head again.
But really, Nike didn't have to do so much thinking, because Vangelis gave her the answer she was thinking of just a few moments later. The moment Vangelis insisted he did 'nothing' in this. Her mind froze as she watched the man load up his second armful of firewood, her incredulous look pinning him as if seriously wondering if he was that stupid to be clueless in this matter... or did he really think himself faultless in this? "I think, Vangelis, that that may be the problem. Don't you think?" she asked, as she bent down to load up the remainder of the firewood in her arms, all while not letting her gaze move from pinning Vangelis down, intentionally wanting to make him squirm. "That you did nothing when a lady has made it so blatantly clear to you what she wants?" Sometimes, Nike wondered how he had Zanon and Silas as brothers, when Vangelis himself had the emotional equivalent of the firewood she now carried.
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It wasn't a surprising thing, in fact Nike would be thoroughly insulted if Vangelis started treating her like a woman, really. She's worked hard to be considered to be just as good as some men, if not better then others, and she rather enjoyed her hard work paying off. So to a certain extent, the knowledge of her biology between the two of them was simply a bit of information that she would use as a joke to him, as he would to her, but never did they seriously consider it a matter of discussion.
So she rolled her eyes at him, but her lips remained in an amused smile as she offloaded the pile of wood, and then turned to follow him back, looking for all the world as if the two military buddies were simply having a chat as it were any other day.
The woman highly doubted that Selene would have gotten so angry over no reason. The Leventi lady did not strike Nike as one of those brainless nitwits that she's occasionally seen Vangelis with, so she must have her reasons. The Commander did not at all trust that Vangelis had nothing to do with it though, but Nike recognized the grind of his voice as it grew rough. In turn, the woman raised a brow, but wisely chose to not comment on how quick e was to jump to his own defense - Gods be it for her to be the one to point out a perfectionist like her general could, Zeus forbid, be wrong.
Instead, she merely let him continue as she picked up more wood blocks.
Wearing a look of mock horror when Vangelis actually insinuated it wasn't any of her business (what, was he going to ask Athanasia for help? Not that the youngest Kotas princess was any better. And obviously, neither was the Athenian monarch in any better shape to help at this point really - what was going on with Greece?), the look melted into one of mild disbelief, as she mulled the situation in her head again.
But really, Nike didn't have to do so much thinking, because Vangelis gave her the answer she was thinking of just a few moments later. The moment Vangelis insisted he did 'nothing' in this. Her mind froze as she watched the man load up his second armful of firewood, her incredulous look pinning him as if seriously wondering if he was that stupid to be clueless in this matter... or did he really think himself faultless in this? "I think, Vangelis, that that may be the problem. Don't you think?" she asked, as she bent down to load up the remainder of the firewood in her arms, all while not letting her gaze move from pinning Vangelis down, intentionally wanting to make him squirm. "That you did nothing when a lady has made it so blatantly clear to you what she wants?" Sometimes, Nike wondered how he had Zanon and Silas as brothers, when Vangelis himself had the emotional equivalent of the firewood she now carried.
It wasn't a surprising thing, in fact Nike would be thoroughly insulted if Vangelis started treating her like a woman, really. She's worked hard to be considered to be just as good as some men, if not better then others, and she rather enjoyed her hard work paying off. So to a certain extent, the knowledge of her biology between the two of them was simply a bit of information that she would use as a joke to him, as he would to her, but never did they seriously consider it a matter of discussion.
So she rolled her eyes at him, but her lips remained in an amused smile as she offloaded the pile of wood, and then turned to follow him back, looking for all the world as if the two military buddies were simply having a chat as it were any other day.
The woman highly doubted that Selene would have gotten so angry over no reason. The Leventi lady did not strike Nike as one of those brainless nitwits that she's occasionally seen Vangelis with, so she must have her reasons. The Commander did not at all trust that Vangelis had nothing to do with it though, but Nike recognized the grind of his voice as it grew rough. In turn, the woman raised a brow, but wisely chose to not comment on how quick e was to jump to his own defense - Gods be it for her to be the one to point out a perfectionist like her general could, Zeus forbid, be wrong.
Instead, she merely let him continue as she picked up more wood blocks.
Wearing a look of mock horror when Vangelis actually insinuated it wasn't any of her business (what, was he going to ask Athanasia for help? Not that the youngest Kotas princess was any better. And obviously, neither was the Athenian monarch in any better shape to help at this point really - what was going on with Greece?), the look melted into one of mild disbelief, as she mulled the situation in her head again.
But really, Nike didn't have to do so much thinking, because Vangelis gave her the answer she was thinking of just a few moments later. The moment Vangelis insisted he did 'nothing' in this. Her mind froze as she watched the man load up his second armful of firewood, her incredulous look pinning him as if seriously wondering if he was that stupid to be clueless in this matter... or did he really think himself faultless in this? "I think, Vangelis, that that may be the problem. Don't you think?" she asked, as she bent down to load up the remainder of the firewood in her arms, all while not letting her gaze move from pinning Vangelis down, intentionally wanting to make him squirm. "That you did nothing when a lady has made it so blatantly clear to you what she wants?" Sometimes, Nike wondered how he had Zanon and Silas as brothers, when Vangelis himself had the emotional equivalent of the firewood she now carried.
As they had continued to work, Vangelis was not unaware of Nike's piercing - and judging - gaze. He knew what she was thinking. That he had somehow failed to handle the social interaction with Lady Selene. But, in truth, the entire thing had happened so quickly that Vangelis truly wasn't certain what any of it had meant. And he would challenge Nike to have been able to dissect it there in the moment. It had been quick, surprising and Vangelis had had no time to view the event in hindsight as Nike had come upon him immediately after, demanding to know what had happened when he himself hadn't quick established that within his own mind.
Holding the door to the cabin open for his Commander to finish offloading the last of the chopped firewood, Vangelis's expression had shut down and was becoming still stonier and his scowl deeper in tone.
"I'll not take responsibility for a miscommunication launched at me without warning." He simply stated, his words clipped and his tone final without being angry. It simply sounded emotionless and practical. "If your so determined for Lady Selene's happiness, Nike, you court her."
He punctuated his final word on the matter with the push of the wooden door and the slamming of the boards meeting frame. Picking up the peg that hung from a length of string on a hook, Vangelis slotted the locking mechanism into place to keep the door shut against the wind and rain.
Moving around Nike with a stare that told her that joking was now over and the subject was to be dropped, Vangelis headed towards the side of the shack and snatched up his shirt from the shadows of his frame. Bunching it into one of his hands and taking up his belt of sheathes and weapons, Vangelis fastened the affect in place but didn't replace the shirt. He would change when he reached his rooms back at the estate. The direction in which he struck out and started to walk, looking over his shoulder only once at his Commander.
"You can return with me if you can keep your romantic advice to yourself." He commented, with a firm but non-malicious tone.
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As they had continued to work, Vangelis was not unaware of Nike's piercing - and judging - gaze. He knew what she was thinking. That he had somehow failed to handle the social interaction with Lady Selene. But, in truth, the entire thing had happened so quickly that Vangelis truly wasn't certain what any of it had meant. And he would challenge Nike to have been able to dissect it there in the moment. It had been quick, surprising and Vangelis had had no time to view the event in hindsight as Nike had come upon him immediately after, demanding to know what had happened when he himself hadn't quick established that within his own mind.
Holding the door to the cabin open for his Commander to finish offloading the last of the chopped firewood, Vangelis's expression had shut down and was becoming still stonier and his scowl deeper in tone.
"I'll not take responsibility for a miscommunication launched at me without warning." He simply stated, his words clipped and his tone final without being angry. It simply sounded emotionless and practical. "If your so determined for Lady Selene's happiness, Nike, you court her."
He punctuated his final word on the matter with the push of the wooden door and the slamming of the boards meeting frame. Picking up the peg that hung from a length of string on a hook, Vangelis slotted the locking mechanism into place to keep the door shut against the wind and rain.
Moving around Nike with a stare that told her that joking was now over and the subject was to be dropped, Vangelis headed towards the side of the shack and snatched up his shirt from the shadows of his frame. Bunching it into one of his hands and taking up his belt of sheathes and weapons, Vangelis fastened the affect in place but didn't replace the shirt. He would change when he reached his rooms back at the estate. The direction in which he struck out and started to walk, looking over his shoulder only once at his Commander.
"You can return with me if you can keep your romantic advice to yourself." He commented, with a firm but non-malicious tone.
As they had continued to work, Vangelis was not unaware of Nike's piercing - and judging - gaze. He knew what she was thinking. That he had somehow failed to handle the social interaction with Lady Selene. But, in truth, the entire thing had happened so quickly that Vangelis truly wasn't certain what any of it had meant. And he would challenge Nike to have been able to dissect it there in the moment. It had been quick, surprising and Vangelis had had no time to view the event in hindsight as Nike had come upon him immediately after, demanding to know what had happened when he himself hadn't quick established that within his own mind.
Holding the door to the cabin open for his Commander to finish offloading the last of the chopped firewood, Vangelis's expression had shut down and was becoming still stonier and his scowl deeper in tone.
"I'll not take responsibility for a miscommunication launched at me without warning." He simply stated, his words clipped and his tone final without being angry. It simply sounded emotionless and practical. "If your so determined for Lady Selene's happiness, Nike, you court her."
He punctuated his final word on the matter with the push of the wooden door and the slamming of the boards meeting frame. Picking up the peg that hung from a length of string on a hook, Vangelis slotted the locking mechanism into place to keep the door shut against the wind and rain.
Moving around Nike with a stare that told her that joking was now over and the subject was to be dropped, Vangelis headed towards the side of the shack and snatched up his shirt from the shadows of his frame. Bunching it into one of his hands and taking up his belt of sheathes and weapons, Vangelis fastened the affect in place but didn't replace the shirt. He would change when he reached his rooms back at the estate. The direction in which he struck out and started to walk, looking over his shoulder only once at his Commander.
"You can return with me if you can keep your romantic advice to yourself." He commented, with a firm but non-malicious tone.
If there was one thing her best friend was, it was without a doubt stubborn as a mule on a ledge. Nike was not stupid, and she recognized his clipped tone as he spoke that brokered no argument - it was the end of the discussion, and the fool didn't even bother trying to see her point. Maybe he just saw her as too much of a guy at this point, but one would think he didn't understand the way biology worked, that just because she was raised wholly as a male and had functioned as one over the past decade, it didn't mean she didn't think like a woman occasionally. She had lived the first twelve years of her life as a girl in the care of her parents afterall.
Or maybe he really didn't know.
Snorting a wry laugh at Vangelis's suggestion, she rolled her eyes and shot a dry look at him which he of course, entirely missed in his quest to perhaps ensure he had stockpiled the best pile of firewood in Taengea. Because of course, that was more important at this moment then trying to figure out why he just pissed off and scared off a woman who was clearly interested in him.
But god forbid she tried to help him. Because god forbid the great Vangelis of Kotas, General of the Red Knights and Crown Prince of Colchis, would need help.
Of course.
"I'm fairly certain I'd be a heck of alot better at it then you are." she muttered in clipped annoyance as she moved out of the shack, the Commander really didn't bother if he heard her - because Nike's had her fair share of ladies swooning over her. Because of her natural biological gender, she naturally knew how ladies wanted to be treated, and did so automatically, only realizing after they started batting lashes at her, what she had done.
Of late, she had tried to tone it down, but her fair features and angled cheekbones meant she passed off as a handsome man herself. It was a source of amusement for the men, and to a certain extent even between her and Vangelis, but at this point, she saw it serving a better purpose - because obviously Vangelis was hopeless at using his looks for a better purpose other then to get it hopelessly scarred.
Merely watching as he started towards the estate, the Commander resisted the urge to roll her eyes again at his comment, and instead of taking him up on his offer, headed towards where she had left her ride earlier. "I need to head to the stables anyway, and make sure this one is taken care of." Holding the reins, just before she got herself on horseback, Nike paused and then turned back to the man, "The occasional advice isn't bad, you know. Just because I've been your Commander over the past decade, doesn't mean I don't know how a woman thinks."
Without waiting for an answer, Nike swiftly got herself on to the back of the gelding, turned the beast around, and kicked her heels in to get the horse galloping back to the stables she had first got him from. It was a rare occasion when Nike of Acaris was actually annoyed at her best friend and General, because as much as she admired the man for his work ethic, talent and loyalty, and had harbored such admiration for years... he really was a fool.
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If there was one thing her best friend was, it was without a doubt stubborn as a mule on a ledge. Nike was not stupid, and she recognized his clipped tone as he spoke that brokered no argument - it was the end of the discussion, and the fool didn't even bother trying to see her point. Maybe he just saw her as too much of a guy at this point, but one would think he didn't understand the way biology worked, that just because she was raised wholly as a male and had functioned as one over the past decade, it didn't mean she didn't think like a woman occasionally. She had lived the first twelve years of her life as a girl in the care of her parents afterall.
Or maybe he really didn't know.
Snorting a wry laugh at Vangelis's suggestion, she rolled her eyes and shot a dry look at him which he of course, entirely missed in his quest to perhaps ensure he had stockpiled the best pile of firewood in Taengea. Because of course, that was more important at this moment then trying to figure out why he just pissed off and scared off a woman who was clearly interested in him.
But god forbid she tried to help him. Because god forbid the great Vangelis of Kotas, General of the Red Knights and Crown Prince of Colchis, would need help.
Of course.
"I'm fairly certain I'd be a heck of alot better at it then you are." she muttered in clipped annoyance as she moved out of the shack, the Commander really didn't bother if he heard her - because Nike's had her fair share of ladies swooning over her. Because of her natural biological gender, she naturally knew how ladies wanted to be treated, and did so automatically, only realizing after they started batting lashes at her, what she had done.
Of late, she had tried to tone it down, but her fair features and angled cheekbones meant she passed off as a handsome man herself. It was a source of amusement for the men, and to a certain extent even between her and Vangelis, but at this point, she saw it serving a better purpose - because obviously Vangelis was hopeless at using his looks for a better purpose other then to get it hopelessly scarred.
Merely watching as he started towards the estate, the Commander resisted the urge to roll her eyes again at his comment, and instead of taking him up on his offer, headed towards where she had left her ride earlier. "I need to head to the stables anyway, and make sure this one is taken care of." Holding the reins, just before she got herself on horseback, Nike paused and then turned back to the man, "The occasional advice isn't bad, you know. Just because I've been your Commander over the past decade, doesn't mean I don't know how a woman thinks."
Without waiting for an answer, Nike swiftly got herself on to the back of the gelding, turned the beast around, and kicked her heels in to get the horse galloping back to the stables she had first got him from. It was a rare occasion when Nike of Acaris was actually annoyed at her best friend and General, because as much as she admired the man for his work ethic, talent and loyalty, and had harbored such admiration for years... he really was a fool.
If there was one thing her best friend was, it was without a doubt stubborn as a mule on a ledge. Nike was not stupid, and she recognized his clipped tone as he spoke that brokered no argument - it was the end of the discussion, and the fool didn't even bother trying to see her point. Maybe he just saw her as too much of a guy at this point, but one would think he didn't understand the way biology worked, that just because she was raised wholly as a male and had functioned as one over the past decade, it didn't mean she didn't think like a woman occasionally. She had lived the first twelve years of her life as a girl in the care of her parents afterall.
Or maybe he really didn't know.
Snorting a wry laugh at Vangelis's suggestion, she rolled her eyes and shot a dry look at him which he of course, entirely missed in his quest to perhaps ensure he had stockpiled the best pile of firewood in Taengea. Because of course, that was more important at this moment then trying to figure out why he just pissed off and scared off a woman who was clearly interested in him.
But god forbid she tried to help him. Because god forbid the great Vangelis of Kotas, General of the Red Knights and Crown Prince of Colchis, would need help.
Of course.
"I'm fairly certain I'd be a heck of alot better at it then you are." she muttered in clipped annoyance as she moved out of the shack, the Commander really didn't bother if he heard her - because Nike's had her fair share of ladies swooning over her. Because of her natural biological gender, she naturally knew how ladies wanted to be treated, and did so automatically, only realizing after they started batting lashes at her, what she had done.
Of late, she had tried to tone it down, but her fair features and angled cheekbones meant she passed off as a handsome man herself. It was a source of amusement for the men, and to a certain extent even between her and Vangelis, but at this point, she saw it serving a better purpose - because obviously Vangelis was hopeless at using his looks for a better purpose other then to get it hopelessly scarred.
Merely watching as he started towards the estate, the Commander resisted the urge to roll her eyes again at his comment, and instead of taking him up on his offer, headed towards where she had left her ride earlier. "I need to head to the stables anyway, and make sure this one is taken care of." Holding the reins, just before she got herself on horseback, Nike paused and then turned back to the man, "The occasional advice isn't bad, you know. Just because I've been your Commander over the past decade, doesn't mean I don't know how a woman thinks."
Without waiting for an answer, Nike swiftly got herself on to the back of the gelding, turned the beast around, and kicked her heels in to get the horse galloping back to the stables she had first got him from. It was a rare occasion when Nike of Acaris was actually annoyed at her best friend and General, because as much as she admired the man for his work ethic, talent and loyalty, and had harbored such admiration for years... he really was a fool.
