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Despite having politely insisted - and meant her words - that she was in no need of a horse or the other gifts of the Dimitrou family, Persephone had been forced to accept the present made unto her by Lord Gavriil in the form of a grey mare of wonderful temperament. The creature was the lightest of dove - almost white - with a dappling of darker grey over its back, hind quarters and the top of the arch of its neck. She sported a mane and tail of light charcoal and was a beautiful example of the livestock that was so famous in Taengea, she was sure.
The creature rode wonderfully too. Still young and exuberant - full of energy - but with a calm temperament that obeyed to her touch and the markings of the reins without a need for strong guidance. She was a beautiful thing.
Therefore, when Persephone was given her first day in which Iason was forced to handle some matters of barony with his father, the former Queen of Athenia had decided to take the mare out for a ride. The Lady Dorothea - whom Persephone was rapidly forming a strong friendship and attachment to - had offered to keep her company for the day but Persephone had politely declined. She felt the need to be by herself for a little while, she had explained. Time to consider her own thoughts. So much had happened over the last few weeks that she hadn't the time to truly reflect. And previous to now, she hadn't had the emotional stability to be able to do so with any sort of maturity or retrospective learning. In fact, she had kept all thoughts of any of the events back in Athenia to the far recesses of her mind and had tried to focus solely on the present. But that would not do forever.
She needed to come to terms with her past, if she was ever to move on with the future Iason and the Dimitrou family had given her.
Being assigned a single bodyguard - a far smaller retinue than the dozen or so she was used to travelling with - Persephone had acquiesced to having the young man follow her around the Dimitrou estate and his experience on the land ended up proving quite useful. He was able to confirm which paths through the woodland led to dead ends, which areas of meadows were a little bumpy or at risk of tripping her new mount. He was able to explain the different areas and what they were used for by the labourers of the province at different points in the season. He was an effective and diligent tour guide, and Persephone smiled and thanked him at every appropriate opportunity.
As they got closer to the eastern border of the Dimitrou province, however, Persephone heard the sound of the sea and was instantly captivated. Whilst sea travel had turned out to be something ill-advised with her belly, Persephone had always loved the ocean - how could she not, growing up in Athenia? - and she made her way directly towards the sounds. When she spotted a little open space just before a shallow cliff that led down to the waters, she had asked for her guard to mark the pathway and to allow her some privacy.
Unwilling to relent until Persephone had smiled sweetly and assured him of her confidence of safety, he had eventually offered her a bow from his saddle and taken the reins of her animal, allowing her to move off towards the open grass plain. It was there that she was standing, feeling the wind in her hair and the smell of the sea on her skin that Persephone's reverie was interrupted by a young woman clearly exploring the area and even more obviously, incredibly lost.
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Despite having politely insisted - and meant her words - that she was in no need of a horse or the other gifts of the Dimitrou family, Persephone had been forced to accept the present made unto her by Lord Gavriil in the form of a grey mare of wonderful temperament. The creature was the lightest of dove - almost white - with a dappling of darker grey over its back, hind quarters and the top of the arch of its neck. She sported a mane and tail of light charcoal and was a beautiful example of the livestock that was so famous in Taengea, she was sure.
The creature rode wonderfully too. Still young and exuberant - full of energy - but with a calm temperament that obeyed to her touch and the markings of the reins without a need for strong guidance. She was a beautiful thing.
Therefore, when Persephone was given her first day in which Iason was forced to handle some matters of barony with his father, the former Queen of Athenia had decided to take the mare out for a ride. The Lady Dorothea - whom Persephone was rapidly forming a strong friendship and attachment to - had offered to keep her company for the day but Persephone had politely declined. She felt the need to be by herself for a little while, she had explained. Time to consider her own thoughts. So much had happened over the last few weeks that she hadn't the time to truly reflect. And previous to now, she hadn't had the emotional stability to be able to do so with any sort of maturity or retrospective learning. In fact, she had kept all thoughts of any of the events back in Athenia to the far recesses of her mind and had tried to focus solely on the present. But that would not do forever.
She needed to come to terms with her past, if she was ever to move on with the future Iason and the Dimitrou family had given her.
Being assigned a single bodyguard - a far smaller retinue than the dozen or so she was used to travelling with - Persephone had acquiesced to having the young man follow her around the Dimitrou estate and his experience on the land ended up proving quite useful. He was able to confirm which paths through the woodland led to dead ends, which areas of meadows were a little bumpy or at risk of tripping her new mount. He was able to explain the different areas and what they were used for by the labourers of the province at different points in the season. He was an effective and diligent tour guide, and Persephone smiled and thanked him at every appropriate opportunity.
As they got closer to the eastern border of the Dimitrou province, however, Persephone heard the sound of the sea and was instantly captivated. Whilst sea travel had turned out to be something ill-advised with her belly, Persephone had always loved the ocean - how could she not, growing up in Athenia? - and she made her way directly towards the sounds. When she spotted a little open space just before a shallow cliff that led down to the waters, she had asked for her guard to mark the pathway and to allow her some privacy.
Unwilling to relent until Persephone had smiled sweetly and assured him of her confidence of safety, he had eventually offered her a bow from his saddle and taken the reins of her animal, allowing her to move off towards the open grass plain. It was there that she was standing, feeling the wind in her hair and the smell of the sea on her skin that Persephone's reverie was interrupted by a young woman clearly exploring the area and even more obviously, incredibly lost.
Despite having politely insisted - and meant her words - that she was in no need of a horse or the other gifts of the Dimitrou family, Persephone had been forced to accept the present made unto her by Lord Gavriil in the form of a grey mare of wonderful temperament. The creature was the lightest of dove - almost white - with a dappling of darker grey over its back, hind quarters and the top of the arch of its neck. She sported a mane and tail of light charcoal and was a beautiful example of the livestock that was so famous in Taengea, she was sure.
The creature rode wonderfully too. Still young and exuberant - full of energy - but with a calm temperament that obeyed to her touch and the markings of the reins without a need for strong guidance. She was a beautiful thing.
Therefore, when Persephone was given her first day in which Iason was forced to handle some matters of barony with his father, the former Queen of Athenia had decided to take the mare out for a ride. The Lady Dorothea - whom Persephone was rapidly forming a strong friendship and attachment to - had offered to keep her company for the day but Persephone had politely declined. She felt the need to be by herself for a little while, she had explained. Time to consider her own thoughts. So much had happened over the last few weeks that she hadn't the time to truly reflect. And previous to now, she hadn't had the emotional stability to be able to do so with any sort of maturity or retrospective learning. In fact, she had kept all thoughts of any of the events back in Athenia to the far recesses of her mind and had tried to focus solely on the present. But that would not do forever.
She needed to come to terms with her past, if she was ever to move on with the future Iason and the Dimitrou family had given her.
Being assigned a single bodyguard - a far smaller retinue than the dozen or so she was used to travelling with - Persephone had acquiesced to having the young man follow her around the Dimitrou estate and his experience on the land ended up proving quite useful. He was able to confirm which paths through the woodland led to dead ends, which areas of meadows were a little bumpy or at risk of tripping her new mount. He was able to explain the different areas and what they were used for by the labourers of the province at different points in the season. He was an effective and diligent tour guide, and Persephone smiled and thanked him at every appropriate opportunity.
As they got closer to the eastern border of the Dimitrou province, however, Persephone heard the sound of the sea and was instantly captivated. Whilst sea travel had turned out to be something ill-advised with her belly, Persephone had always loved the ocean - how could she not, growing up in Athenia? - and she made her way directly towards the sounds. When she spotted a little open space just before a shallow cliff that led down to the waters, she had asked for her guard to mark the pathway and to allow her some privacy.
Unwilling to relent until Persephone had smiled sweetly and assured him of her confidence of safety, he had eventually offered her a bow from his saddle and taken the reins of her animal, allowing her to move off towards the open grass plain. It was there that she was standing, feeling the wind in her hair and the smell of the sea on her skin that Persephone's reverie was interrupted by a young woman clearly exploring the area and even more obviously, incredibly lost.
Since coming to Meganea, finding a steady job had been trickier than she had expected. She had found herself taking on whatever small job anyone would hire an extra hand for. A few days previously she had found a job helping to unload various bales of wool for a spinner who she hoped might hire her own to help make yarn. However, after a couple of days of hauling wool and yarn, she had been dismissed once there was no longer any supplies left to carry around. This had left Chrysanthe scrambling for a job. She’d thankfully had enough spare money to keep her on her feet while she was between jobs, but thankfully that morning she had found another occupation, something she would never have anticipated, and yet something she had turned out to have quite a skill at doing.
Down near the dock, that morning Chrysanthe had noticed a woman sitting next to a pile of fishing nets. Chrysanthe watched as she sewed together the netting where it was torn. After standing and watching for several minutes, Chrysanthe noticed that what the fisherwoman was doing was not too dissimilar to the yarn-work which she had taught at the foundlings home. Satisfied that she could duplicate the woman’s work, Chrysanthe approached her offering to help repair the remaining nets for a small fee. Perhaps she hadn’t asked enough money for her services, because the woman accepted her help immediately. Chrysanthe had worked the day away mending nets with the fisherwoman. When it came time to head back to the room she had rented, Chrysanthe decided to take the scenic route along the coast. It was nice to be able to walk along the sea and listen to the waves.
A little while later, it had been clear that Chrysanthe didn’t know where she was going. Perhaps she had turned the wrong way along the beach, or maybe it was just that things looked different further from the coast. Perhaps she should have turned around sooner, but Chrysanthe kept spotting a hill or a tree that looked familiar until she got up near it. Eventually, she turned back towards the sound of the waves. Perhaps if she walked back down the beach the other way, she’d finally find what she was looking for. For a moment Chrysanthe sat down on a rock, looking out over the waves, she wasn’t even entirely sure what direction she needed to head anymore. No, she was sure, she was too far towards the coast and needed to head inland again, then she’d be back on the right track.
Chrysanthe stood and turned to head back away from the sea, picking her way through a field, when suddenly she spotted another woman there in the field with her. Chrysanthe made her way over to the woman. Her clothes seemed to mark her of higher rank than Chrysanthe, but she was never good at telling the rich apart from one another. “Good afternoon, my lady,” she added the title just to be careful. She never wanted to offend someone, just in case, it might land her in hot water. ”You wouldn’t happen to be able to direct me back towards town?” Chrysanthe asked sheepishly. ”That is, if it’s not too much trouble. It’s only, I’ve not been here very long, and it seems that I’ve gotten myself lost.” Chrysanthe smiled hopefully at the woman. With any luck, she’d be back in town in time for supper.,
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Since coming to Meganea, finding a steady job had been trickier than she had expected. She had found herself taking on whatever small job anyone would hire an extra hand for. A few days previously she had found a job helping to unload various bales of wool for a spinner who she hoped might hire her own to help make yarn. However, after a couple of days of hauling wool and yarn, she had been dismissed once there was no longer any supplies left to carry around. This had left Chrysanthe scrambling for a job. She’d thankfully had enough spare money to keep her on her feet while she was between jobs, but thankfully that morning she had found another occupation, something she would never have anticipated, and yet something she had turned out to have quite a skill at doing.
Down near the dock, that morning Chrysanthe had noticed a woman sitting next to a pile of fishing nets. Chrysanthe watched as she sewed together the netting where it was torn. After standing and watching for several minutes, Chrysanthe noticed that what the fisherwoman was doing was not too dissimilar to the yarn-work which she had taught at the foundlings home. Satisfied that she could duplicate the woman’s work, Chrysanthe approached her offering to help repair the remaining nets for a small fee. Perhaps she hadn’t asked enough money for her services, because the woman accepted her help immediately. Chrysanthe had worked the day away mending nets with the fisherwoman. When it came time to head back to the room she had rented, Chrysanthe decided to take the scenic route along the coast. It was nice to be able to walk along the sea and listen to the waves.
A little while later, it had been clear that Chrysanthe didn’t know where she was going. Perhaps she had turned the wrong way along the beach, or maybe it was just that things looked different further from the coast. Perhaps she should have turned around sooner, but Chrysanthe kept spotting a hill or a tree that looked familiar until she got up near it. Eventually, she turned back towards the sound of the waves. Perhaps if she walked back down the beach the other way, she’d finally find what she was looking for. For a moment Chrysanthe sat down on a rock, looking out over the waves, she wasn’t even entirely sure what direction she needed to head anymore. No, she was sure, she was too far towards the coast and needed to head inland again, then she’d be back on the right track.
Chrysanthe stood and turned to head back away from the sea, picking her way through a field, when suddenly she spotted another woman there in the field with her. Chrysanthe made her way over to the woman. Her clothes seemed to mark her of higher rank than Chrysanthe, but she was never good at telling the rich apart from one another. “Good afternoon, my lady,” she added the title just to be careful. She never wanted to offend someone, just in case, it might land her in hot water. ”You wouldn’t happen to be able to direct me back towards town?” Chrysanthe asked sheepishly. ”That is, if it’s not too much trouble. It’s only, I’ve not been here very long, and it seems that I’ve gotten myself lost.” Chrysanthe smiled hopefully at the woman. With any luck, she’d be back in town in time for supper.,
Since coming to Meganea, finding a steady job had been trickier than she had expected. She had found herself taking on whatever small job anyone would hire an extra hand for. A few days previously she had found a job helping to unload various bales of wool for a spinner who she hoped might hire her own to help make yarn. However, after a couple of days of hauling wool and yarn, she had been dismissed once there was no longer any supplies left to carry around. This had left Chrysanthe scrambling for a job. She’d thankfully had enough spare money to keep her on her feet while she was between jobs, but thankfully that morning she had found another occupation, something she would never have anticipated, and yet something she had turned out to have quite a skill at doing.
Down near the dock, that morning Chrysanthe had noticed a woman sitting next to a pile of fishing nets. Chrysanthe watched as she sewed together the netting where it was torn. After standing and watching for several minutes, Chrysanthe noticed that what the fisherwoman was doing was not too dissimilar to the yarn-work which she had taught at the foundlings home. Satisfied that she could duplicate the woman’s work, Chrysanthe approached her offering to help repair the remaining nets for a small fee. Perhaps she hadn’t asked enough money for her services, because the woman accepted her help immediately. Chrysanthe had worked the day away mending nets with the fisherwoman. When it came time to head back to the room she had rented, Chrysanthe decided to take the scenic route along the coast. It was nice to be able to walk along the sea and listen to the waves.
A little while later, it had been clear that Chrysanthe didn’t know where she was going. Perhaps she had turned the wrong way along the beach, or maybe it was just that things looked different further from the coast. Perhaps she should have turned around sooner, but Chrysanthe kept spotting a hill or a tree that looked familiar until she got up near it. Eventually, she turned back towards the sound of the waves. Perhaps if she walked back down the beach the other way, she’d finally find what she was looking for. For a moment Chrysanthe sat down on a rock, looking out over the waves, she wasn’t even entirely sure what direction she needed to head anymore. No, she was sure, she was too far towards the coast and needed to head inland again, then she’d be back on the right track.
Chrysanthe stood and turned to head back away from the sea, picking her way through a field, when suddenly she spotted another woman there in the field with her. Chrysanthe made her way over to the woman. Her clothes seemed to mark her of higher rank than Chrysanthe, but she was never good at telling the rich apart from one another. “Good afternoon, my lady,” she added the title just to be careful. She never wanted to offend someone, just in case, it might land her in hot water. ”You wouldn’t happen to be able to direct me back towards town?” Chrysanthe asked sheepishly. ”That is, if it’s not too much trouble. It’s only, I’ve not been here very long, and it seems that I’ve gotten myself lost.” Chrysanthe smiled hopefully at the woman. With any luck, she’d be back in town in time for supper.,
The young woman who approached Persephone was of common standing and therefore of lower rank than herself but that was all she could tell of the girl at first glance, for she neither recognised her as someone she had met before, nor as one of the people she had seen and was trying to recognised the faces of, around the Dimitrou estate. Which meant she wasn't a maid or servant under Iason's family. Which in turn meant that she really was truly lost.
As the guardsman at the woodland's edge seemed to draw his horse forwards a few steps, Persephone put out a hand to slow his eagerness to defend her from someone who was clearly unarmed and had been scrambling around dirt roads and bracken most likely, attempting to find her way, and - instead - simply smiled at the girl from where she sat.
"That makes two of us." She told the girl with a soft and friendly curve to her lips that she hoped wasn't frightening after her guard had been overtly presumptuous. Persephone placed her hands on the rock she had found to sit on, braced her weight forwards and turned her torso so that she might speak with the girl. The wind caught at her hair and she reached up to secure it behind her ear.
"I have not long been in this part of the world, so I'm afraid I am none the wiser for helping you locate the town." She told the girl. She glanced at the man who stood with their two horses. "But if you'll permit me a little longer here by the water, I'll happily have my man guide me back home via the city limits and have you guided that way?" She offered a shared smile of knowledge between the two of them as she lowered her voice. "Patience he's not strong on, but I've found him very knowledgeable of the area. I'm sure he'll be able to set you back on the correct path."
Persephone glanced behind the young girl as if looking for answers as to her state of disorientation or perhaps curious as to where she had come from.
"You are alone?" She asked with a tone of concern.
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The young woman who approached Persephone was of common standing and therefore of lower rank than herself but that was all she could tell of the girl at first glance, for she neither recognised her as someone she had met before, nor as one of the people she had seen and was trying to recognised the faces of, around the Dimitrou estate. Which meant she wasn't a maid or servant under Iason's family. Which in turn meant that she really was truly lost.
As the guardsman at the woodland's edge seemed to draw his horse forwards a few steps, Persephone put out a hand to slow his eagerness to defend her from someone who was clearly unarmed and had been scrambling around dirt roads and bracken most likely, attempting to find her way, and - instead - simply smiled at the girl from where she sat.
"That makes two of us." She told the girl with a soft and friendly curve to her lips that she hoped wasn't frightening after her guard had been overtly presumptuous. Persephone placed her hands on the rock she had found to sit on, braced her weight forwards and turned her torso so that she might speak with the girl. The wind caught at her hair and she reached up to secure it behind her ear.
"I have not long been in this part of the world, so I'm afraid I am none the wiser for helping you locate the town." She told the girl. She glanced at the man who stood with their two horses. "But if you'll permit me a little longer here by the water, I'll happily have my man guide me back home via the city limits and have you guided that way?" She offered a shared smile of knowledge between the two of them as she lowered her voice. "Patience he's not strong on, but I've found him very knowledgeable of the area. I'm sure he'll be able to set you back on the correct path."
Persephone glanced behind the young girl as if looking for answers as to her state of disorientation or perhaps curious as to where she had come from.
"You are alone?" She asked with a tone of concern.
The young woman who approached Persephone was of common standing and therefore of lower rank than herself but that was all she could tell of the girl at first glance, for she neither recognised her as someone she had met before, nor as one of the people she had seen and was trying to recognised the faces of, around the Dimitrou estate. Which meant she wasn't a maid or servant under Iason's family. Which in turn meant that she really was truly lost.
As the guardsman at the woodland's edge seemed to draw his horse forwards a few steps, Persephone put out a hand to slow his eagerness to defend her from someone who was clearly unarmed and had been scrambling around dirt roads and bracken most likely, attempting to find her way, and - instead - simply smiled at the girl from where she sat.
"That makes two of us." She told the girl with a soft and friendly curve to her lips that she hoped wasn't frightening after her guard had been overtly presumptuous. Persephone placed her hands on the rock she had found to sit on, braced her weight forwards and turned her torso so that she might speak with the girl. The wind caught at her hair and she reached up to secure it behind her ear.
"I have not long been in this part of the world, so I'm afraid I am none the wiser for helping you locate the town." She told the girl. She glanced at the man who stood with their two horses. "But if you'll permit me a little longer here by the water, I'll happily have my man guide me back home via the city limits and have you guided that way?" She offered a shared smile of knowledge between the two of them as she lowered her voice. "Patience he's not strong on, but I've found him very knowledgeable of the area. I'm sure he'll be able to set you back on the correct path."
Persephone glanced behind the young girl as if looking for answers as to her state of disorientation or perhaps curious as to where she had come from.
"You are alone?" She asked with a tone of concern.
Chrysanthe wasn’t used to seeing someone of this woman’s rank who ever seemed to have anything in common with her, and yet here was this woman who was just as new and just as lost as she was in this place. Well maybe lost wasn’t the correct word, she had a man with her who knew where they were, and how to get back to civilization from here. So that was something different about them after all. But there was something about the woman that didn’t feel threatening to Chrysanthe. Perhaps it was the way that she seemed to genuinely take Chrysanthe’s opinion into consideration.
Chrysanthe was surprised that the lady was asking her whether or not she would allow them to stay by the water for longer. She wasn’t used to be given an option for what to do when, but she’d had plenty of experience recently in developing her own opinion on things. So she smiled along with the woman as she spoke of her man who knew the area, and then managed to reply with only a moment’s hesitation. ”Don’t let me rush you back. The water is very nice. I’ve been walking by it for a while.” Chrysanthe glanced out over the water. The breeze coming off the ocean was cooling and refreshing after her long walk, though it carried with it the chill of the changing seasons.
It struck Chrysanthe as odd that a lady of this woman’s station would be worried at Chrysanthe’s being out here alone. She had been more or less alone for much of her life, and this was only the second time anyone had expressed concern at that fact. The first time was when Rhode had found her on the streets of Vasiliadon and taken her into the foundling home that Rhode ran. ”Of course I’m alone. Why wouldn’t I be? Chrysanthe asked, her brow furrowing a bit in confusing. Noticing Persephone glancing behind her, Chrysanthe glanced back over her shoulder. ”No one’s followed me, have they?” She had no reason to think that anyone would have a reason to follow her, but she knew there could be people out there with bad intentions. She was suddenly thankful for the man who was escorting this lady.
There was no one behind her, thankfully, and once Chrysanthe was satisfied with this fact, she turned back to the woman. ”What’s your name?” Chrysanthe asked, genuinely curious. ”I’d like to be able to thank you properly for this favor once I’ve found a steady job.” It seemed only the right thing to do. Maybe the thanks of a poor woman like her wouldn’t mean too much to a proper lady who could afford a bodyguard to follow her around, but Chrysanthe hoped she could find a proper way to express her gratitude anyway.
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Chrysanthe wasn’t used to seeing someone of this woman’s rank who ever seemed to have anything in common with her, and yet here was this woman who was just as new and just as lost as she was in this place. Well maybe lost wasn’t the correct word, she had a man with her who knew where they were, and how to get back to civilization from here. So that was something different about them after all. But there was something about the woman that didn’t feel threatening to Chrysanthe. Perhaps it was the way that she seemed to genuinely take Chrysanthe’s opinion into consideration.
Chrysanthe was surprised that the lady was asking her whether or not she would allow them to stay by the water for longer. She wasn’t used to be given an option for what to do when, but she’d had plenty of experience recently in developing her own opinion on things. So she smiled along with the woman as she spoke of her man who knew the area, and then managed to reply with only a moment’s hesitation. ”Don’t let me rush you back. The water is very nice. I’ve been walking by it for a while.” Chrysanthe glanced out over the water. The breeze coming off the ocean was cooling and refreshing after her long walk, though it carried with it the chill of the changing seasons.
It struck Chrysanthe as odd that a lady of this woman’s station would be worried at Chrysanthe’s being out here alone. She had been more or less alone for much of her life, and this was only the second time anyone had expressed concern at that fact. The first time was when Rhode had found her on the streets of Vasiliadon and taken her into the foundling home that Rhode ran. ”Of course I’m alone. Why wouldn’t I be? Chrysanthe asked, her brow furrowing a bit in confusing. Noticing Persephone glancing behind her, Chrysanthe glanced back over her shoulder. ”No one’s followed me, have they?” She had no reason to think that anyone would have a reason to follow her, but she knew there could be people out there with bad intentions. She was suddenly thankful for the man who was escorting this lady.
There was no one behind her, thankfully, and once Chrysanthe was satisfied with this fact, she turned back to the woman. ”What’s your name?” Chrysanthe asked, genuinely curious. ”I’d like to be able to thank you properly for this favor once I’ve found a steady job.” It seemed only the right thing to do. Maybe the thanks of a poor woman like her wouldn’t mean too much to a proper lady who could afford a bodyguard to follow her around, but Chrysanthe hoped she could find a proper way to express her gratitude anyway.
Chrysanthe wasn’t used to seeing someone of this woman’s rank who ever seemed to have anything in common with her, and yet here was this woman who was just as new and just as lost as she was in this place. Well maybe lost wasn’t the correct word, she had a man with her who knew where they were, and how to get back to civilization from here. So that was something different about them after all. But there was something about the woman that didn’t feel threatening to Chrysanthe. Perhaps it was the way that she seemed to genuinely take Chrysanthe’s opinion into consideration.
Chrysanthe was surprised that the lady was asking her whether or not she would allow them to stay by the water for longer. She wasn’t used to be given an option for what to do when, but she’d had plenty of experience recently in developing her own opinion on things. So she smiled along with the woman as she spoke of her man who knew the area, and then managed to reply with only a moment’s hesitation. ”Don’t let me rush you back. The water is very nice. I’ve been walking by it for a while.” Chrysanthe glanced out over the water. The breeze coming off the ocean was cooling and refreshing after her long walk, though it carried with it the chill of the changing seasons.
It struck Chrysanthe as odd that a lady of this woman’s station would be worried at Chrysanthe’s being out here alone. She had been more or less alone for much of her life, and this was only the second time anyone had expressed concern at that fact. The first time was when Rhode had found her on the streets of Vasiliadon and taken her into the foundling home that Rhode ran. ”Of course I’m alone. Why wouldn’t I be? Chrysanthe asked, her brow furrowing a bit in confusing. Noticing Persephone glancing behind her, Chrysanthe glanced back over her shoulder. ”No one’s followed me, have they?” She had no reason to think that anyone would have a reason to follow her, but she knew there could be people out there with bad intentions. She was suddenly thankful for the man who was escorting this lady.
There was no one behind her, thankfully, and once Chrysanthe was satisfied with this fact, she turned back to the woman. ”What’s your name?” Chrysanthe asked, genuinely curious. ”I’d like to be able to thank you properly for this favor once I’ve found a steady job.” It seemed only the right thing to do. Maybe the thanks of a poor woman like her wouldn’t mean too much to a proper lady who could afford a bodyguard to follow her around, but Chrysanthe hoped she could find a proper way to express her gratitude anyway.
Persephone found her features settling into an expression of calm exchange. Neither tense and threatened, nor overtly friendly: for the girl was obviously a stranger but equally of little threat. Even with her horrendously limited athletic ability, Persephone wasn't at all convinced that the girl could overpower her, should she turn out to be some kind of secretive antagonist. Instead, she allowed her expression to be calm and peaceful in the girl's company - hopefully encouraging her new associate to feel equally cordial.
When the young girl mentioned about the sea and how she had walked beside it admiring its beauty, Persephone's face broke into a bright smile as if the girl had complimented her personally; as if the ocean was some kind of possession or child of her own. It was a sensation she had often felt, being ruler of a kingdom so predominantly supported by the sea and holding one of the strongest naval and trading forces in the known world...
"It is beautiful, isn't it?" She said, looking back out over the water. "In my homeland, I live right beside the sea. I love how it's exactly the same ocean, regardless of where I am..." The was a brash and loud crash as a wave rolled into itself below them. Persephone chuckled a little. "And yet is entirely different as every second passes." Her smile appeared to turn saddened a little, as if memories of her home were turning her thoughts to despair. Persephone tried to push them away; to allow thoughts of the beautiful oceans of Athenia but banishing the accompanying notions of her sister and family's recent demise in that land.
She was provided a nice distraction when the girl queried why she would be anything by alone as she walked and Persephone's brows rose, immediately realising she had made a social fault. Of course, the young woman was alone. Not everyone had guards and retainers and ladies’ maids to cater to their every whim dogging every step they took.
"Apologies." Persephone responded and when the girl became anxious that someone might have followed her, Persephone raised her hands and made calming gestures. "No, no... I did not mean to suggest you were being followed. I suppose... I suppose I am just unused to the notion of being entirely alone." She gave a meaningful glance towards the man who stood beside their horses on the woodland side of cliff's clearing. The man appeared to stand straighter at her gesture in his direction. "I am, you see, never alone." She raised her brows and enlarged her eyes as if to communicate that this was the most ghastly of things, muttering the word "Never." and then pulling a face, hoping to put her new acquaintance at ease that her rank made her life no less easy or bearable than her own. Just different, with its own trials and tribulations.
When the young woman asked Persephone's name, the young Queen had to consider her options. For some reason, in that moment, she didn't particularly want to introduce herself as her true identity. Perhaps because she didn't exactly feel like Queen of Athenia anymore. Despite her possessing the crown, locked away in her chambers of the Dimitrou estate. She was already determined to let such thoughts leave her mind and focus on her life here in Taengea. Which she could hardly do if everyone she met treated her like Queen of her home kingdom. Deciding that, despite the girl's obvious low rank, she might know of the first name of foreign rulers - heard in gossip or story-telling in lower end taverns - Persephone settled for her nickname instead. She figured there had to be many young girls called Persephone and even more who used Perse as a shortened nickname of a plethora of other names.
"I am Perse." She told the young girl with a friendly smile that only broadened when the girl offered her recompense for her help. "And I claim only your pleasant company and your own name in exchange for the favour...?" She insisted, her gaze watching her new friend, clearly waiting on something to be able to call her...
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Persephone found her features settling into an expression of calm exchange. Neither tense and threatened, nor overtly friendly: for the girl was obviously a stranger but equally of little threat. Even with her horrendously limited athletic ability, Persephone wasn't at all convinced that the girl could overpower her, should she turn out to be some kind of secretive antagonist. Instead, she allowed her expression to be calm and peaceful in the girl's company - hopefully encouraging her new associate to feel equally cordial.
When the young girl mentioned about the sea and how she had walked beside it admiring its beauty, Persephone's face broke into a bright smile as if the girl had complimented her personally; as if the ocean was some kind of possession or child of her own. It was a sensation she had often felt, being ruler of a kingdom so predominantly supported by the sea and holding one of the strongest naval and trading forces in the known world...
"It is beautiful, isn't it?" She said, looking back out over the water. "In my homeland, I live right beside the sea. I love how it's exactly the same ocean, regardless of where I am..." The was a brash and loud crash as a wave rolled into itself below them. Persephone chuckled a little. "And yet is entirely different as every second passes." Her smile appeared to turn saddened a little, as if memories of her home were turning her thoughts to despair. Persephone tried to push them away; to allow thoughts of the beautiful oceans of Athenia but banishing the accompanying notions of her sister and family's recent demise in that land.
She was provided a nice distraction when the girl queried why she would be anything by alone as she walked and Persephone's brows rose, immediately realising she had made a social fault. Of course, the young woman was alone. Not everyone had guards and retainers and ladies’ maids to cater to their every whim dogging every step they took.
"Apologies." Persephone responded and when the girl became anxious that someone might have followed her, Persephone raised her hands and made calming gestures. "No, no... I did not mean to suggest you were being followed. I suppose... I suppose I am just unused to the notion of being entirely alone." She gave a meaningful glance towards the man who stood beside their horses on the woodland side of cliff's clearing. The man appeared to stand straighter at her gesture in his direction. "I am, you see, never alone." She raised her brows and enlarged her eyes as if to communicate that this was the most ghastly of things, muttering the word "Never." and then pulling a face, hoping to put her new acquaintance at ease that her rank made her life no less easy or bearable than her own. Just different, with its own trials and tribulations.
When the young woman asked Persephone's name, the young Queen had to consider her options. For some reason, in that moment, she didn't particularly want to introduce herself as her true identity. Perhaps because she didn't exactly feel like Queen of Athenia anymore. Despite her possessing the crown, locked away in her chambers of the Dimitrou estate. She was already determined to let such thoughts leave her mind and focus on her life here in Taengea. Which she could hardly do if everyone she met treated her like Queen of her home kingdom. Deciding that, despite the girl's obvious low rank, she might know of the first name of foreign rulers - heard in gossip or story-telling in lower end taverns - Persephone settled for her nickname instead. She figured there had to be many young girls called Persephone and even more who used Perse as a shortened nickname of a plethora of other names.
"I am Perse." She told the young girl with a friendly smile that only broadened when the girl offered her recompense for her help. "And I claim only your pleasant company and your own name in exchange for the favour...?" She insisted, her gaze watching her new friend, clearly waiting on something to be able to call her...
Persephone found her features settling into an expression of calm exchange. Neither tense and threatened, nor overtly friendly: for the girl was obviously a stranger but equally of little threat. Even with her horrendously limited athletic ability, Persephone wasn't at all convinced that the girl could overpower her, should she turn out to be some kind of secretive antagonist. Instead, she allowed her expression to be calm and peaceful in the girl's company - hopefully encouraging her new associate to feel equally cordial.
When the young girl mentioned about the sea and how she had walked beside it admiring its beauty, Persephone's face broke into a bright smile as if the girl had complimented her personally; as if the ocean was some kind of possession or child of her own. It was a sensation she had often felt, being ruler of a kingdom so predominantly supported by the sea and holding one of the strongest naval and trading forces in the known world...
"It is beautiful, isn't it?" She said, looking back out over the water. "In my homeland, I live right beside the sea. I love how it's exactly the same ocean, regardless of where I am..." The was a brash and loud crash as a wave rolled into itself below them. Persephone chuckled a little. "And yet is entirely different as every second passes." Her smile appeared to turn saddened a little, as if memories of her home were turning her thoughts to despair. Persephone tried to push them away; to allow thoughts of the beautiful oceans of Athenia but banishing the accompanying notions of her sister and family's recent demise in that land.
She was provided a nice distraction when the girl queried why she would be anything by alone as she walked and Persephone's brows rose, immediately realising she had made a social fault. Of course, the young woman was alone. Not everyone had guards and retainers and ladies’ maids to cater to their every whim dogging every step they took.
"Apologies." Persephone responded and when the girl became anxious that someone might have followed her, Persephone raised her hands and made calming gestures. "No, no... I did not mean to suggest you were being followed. I suppose... I suppose I am just unused to the notion of being entirely alone." She gave a meaningful glance towards the man who stood beside their horses on the woodland side of cliff's clearing. The man appeared to stand straighter at her gesture in his direction. "I am, you see, never alone." She raised her brows and enlarged her eyes as if to communicate that this was the most ghastly of things, muttering the word "Never." and then pulling a face, hoping to put her new acquaintance at ease that her rank made her life no less easy or bearable than her own. Just different, with its own trials and tribulations.
When the young woman asked Persephone's name, the young Queen had to consider her options. For some reason, in that moment, she didn't particularly want to introduce herself as her true identity. Perhaps because she didn't exactly feel like Queen of Athenia anymore. Despite her possessing the crown, locked away in her chambers of the Dimitrou estate. She was already determined to let such thoughts leave her mind and focus on her life here in Taengea. Which she could hardly do if everyone she met treated her like Queen of her home kingdom. Deciding that, despite the girl's obvious low rank, she might know of the first name of foreign rulers - heard in gossip or story-telling in lower end taverns - Persephone settled for her nickname instead. She figured there had to be many young girls called Persephone and even more who used Perse as a shortened nickname of a plethora of other names.
"I am Perse." She told the young girl with a friendly smile that only broadened when the girl offered her recompense for her help. "And I claim only your pleasant company and your own name in exchange for the favour...?" She insisted, her gaze watching her new friend, clearly waiting on something to be able to call her...
Chrysanthe was amazed by the generosity this noblewoman seemed to be showing her. It was so unusual to have someone concerned that they might have upset her that Chrysanthe almost couldn’t believe that this woman was being nice to her for unselfish reasons. And yet, she seemed so genuine. Perhaps there really were people who were just this nice. Chrysanthe certainly wasn’t in any position to afford to be making life harder for herself unnecessarily, so she allowed herself to relax into the easy conversation going on between the two of them. Maybe this could be her first real friend out in the world.
She smiled broadly as the woman, Perse she now knew, asked for her name. “My name is Chrysanthe,” she answered. “Surely, that’s not the only thing you want from me,” she added after a moment’s hesitation. Looking back down and away. But after a moment Chrysanthe regretted calling out the woman so specifically on that point. She supposed that’s what she got for letting the guard down. Instead, she quickly tried to move the conversation on to something more conversational. She recalled how Perse had mentioned not being from this place either, and how she had lived near the ocean. That seemed like a safe enough topic for pleasant conversation
“You said you used to live near the sea where you’re from? Where’s that? I’d love to hear about other places, I’ve not had a chance to travel very much.” In Chrysanthe’s head, she imagined that Perse might have come from some majestic foreign place. Perhaps she had even seen a sea monster in her travels. That would have been a sight to behold. The question was only meant to be curious, and she would not have asked it had she known how emotional the topic was likely to be.
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Chrysanthe was amazed by the generosity this noblewoman seemed to be showing her. It was so unusual to have someone concerned that they might have upset her that Chrysanthe almost couldn’t believe that this woman was being nice to her for unselfish reasons. And yet, she seemed so genuine. Perhaps there really were people who were just this nice. Chrysanthe certainly wasn’t in any position to afford to be making life harder for herself unnecessarily, so she allowed herself to relax into the easy conversation going on between the two of them. Maybe this could be her first real friend out in the world.
She smiled broadly as the woman, Perse she now knew, asked for her name. “My name is Chrysanthe,” she answered. “Surely, that’s not the only thing you want from me,” she added after a moment’s hesitation. Looking back down and away. But after a moment Chrysanthe regretted calling out the woman so specifically on that point. She supposed that’s what she got for letting the guard down. Instead, she quickly tried to move the conversation on to something more conversational. She recalled how Perse had mentioned not being from this place either, and how she had lived near the ocean. That seemed like a safe enough topic for pleasant conversation
“You said you used to live near the sea where you’re from? Where’s that? I’d love to hear about other places, I’ve not had a chance to travel very much.” In Chrysanthe’s head, she imagined that Perse might have come from some majestic foreign place. Perhaps she had even seen a sea monster in her travels. That would have been a sight to behold. The question was only meant to be curious, and she would not have asked it had she known how emotional the topic was likely to be.
Chrysanthe was amazed by the generosity this noblewoman seemed to be showing her. It was so unusual to have someone concerned that they might have upset her that Chrysanthe almost couldn’t believe that this woman was being nice to her for unselfish reasons. And yet, she seemed so genuine. Perhaps there really were people who were just this nice. Chrysanthe certainly wasn’t in any position to afford to be making life harder for herself unnecessarily, so she allowed herself to relax into the easy conversation going on between the two of them. Maybe this could be her first real friend out in the world.
She smiled broadly as the woman, Perse she now knew, asked for her name. “My name is Chrysanthe,” she answered. “Surely, that’s not the only thing you want from me,” she added after a moment’s hesitation. Looking back down and away. But after a moment Chrysanthe regretted calling out the woman so specifically on that point. She supposed that’s what she got for letting the guard down. Instead, she quickly tried to move the conversation on to something more conversational. She recalled how Perse had mentioned not being from this place either, and how she had lived near the ocean. That seemed like a safe enough topic for pleasant conversation
“You said you used to live near the sea where you’re from? Where’s that? I’d love to hear about other places, I’ve not had a chance to travel very much.” In Chrysanthe’s head, she imagined that Perse might have come from some majestic foreign place. Perhaps she had even seen a sea monster in her travels. That would have been a sight to behold. The question was only meant to be curious, and she would not have asked it had she known how emotional the topic was likely to be.
When the young girl gave her name, Persephone smiled. Chrysanthe was so pretty a name. And quite elegant too for a young woman of clearly lower birth. She would have said so too (at least the complimentary part of it) if the girl hadn't mentioned her surprise at Persephone wanting nothing more from her.
Keeping her expression calm and friendly, Persephone was given the instant impression that this woman had few friends. Not because she wasn't lovely to talk to - for she was: engaging, animated and apparently very honest even if she didn't seem particularly educated - but because she was assuming Persephone to want something from her. It was an assumption that spoke volumes of the people whom she had interacted with up until now. And Persephone felt a spark of sympathy for her.
Luckily, the young girl turned the conversation elsewhere and Persephone was able to latch onto something else upon which to speak. She didn't wish to make the young girl uncomfortable in their first interaction as acquaintances and the subject of travel and her homeland were safe topics, so long as she could avoid any identifying information.
She nodded and smiled when the girl mentioned learning about far off places and never having the chance to travel herself.
"I am exactly the same as you, Chrysanthe." She said, in the hopes of forging some familiarity despite several obvious differences between the two. "I was raised with wealth and education so learnt a lot about far off lands. But this if the first time I've ever travelled away from Athenia, where I was born." Her smile brightened as she turned the conversation to Taengea instead of Athenia. "I am very much enjoying my time here, where it's so green and beautiful. I am finding that I greatly enjoy new place, but not so much the travelling." She pulled another face. "I like looking at the sea but being on it in a boat does not, apparently, suit my stomach." She said with a joking tone of voice...
She glanced over at the young woman to seek her words and opinions in return.
“Have you lived in Taengea all your life, Chrysanthe? Do you enjoy your homeland? What is it that you do here – for an occupation, I mean?” She hoped that her words came across – as they were – as genuine curiosity rather than nosey impertinence. For she found Chrysanthe almost a fascinating as the young girl found her and her clearly wealthy standard of life…
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When the young girl gave her name, Persephone smiled. Chrysanthe was so pretty a name. And quite elegant too for a young woman of clearly lower birth. She would have said so too (at least the complimentary part of it) if the girl hadn't mentioned her surprise at Persephone wanting nothing more from her.
Keeping her expression calm and friendly, Persephone was given the instant impression that this woman had few friends. Not because she wasn't lovely to talk to - for she was: engaging, animated and apparently very honest even if she didn't seem particularly educated - but because she was assuming Persephone to want something from her. It was an assumption that spoke volumes of the people whom she had interacted with up until now. And Persephone felt a spark of sympathy for her.
Luckily, the young girl turned the conversation elsewhere and Persephone was able to latch onto something else upon which to speak. She didn't wish to make the young girl uncomfortable in their first interaction as acquaintances and the subject of travel and her homeland were safe topics, so long as she could avoid any identifying information.
She nodded and smiled when the girl mentioned learning about far off places and never having the chance to travel herself.
"I am exactly the same as you, Chrysanthe." She said, in the hopes of forging some familiarity despite several obvious differences between the two. "I was raised with wealth and education so learnt a lot about far off lands. But this if the first time I've ever travelled away from Athenia, where I was born." Her smile brightened as she turned the conversation to Taengea instead of Athenia. "I am very much enjoying my time here, where it's so green and beautiful. I am finding that I greatly enjoy new place, but not so much the travelling." She pulled another face. "I like looking at the sea but being on it in a boat does not, apparently, suit my stomach." She said with a joking tone of voice...
She glanced over at the young woman to seek her words and opinions in return.
“Have you lived in Taengea all your life, Chrysanthe? Do you enjoy your homeland? What is it that you do here – for an occupation, I mean?” She hoped that her words came across – as they were – as genuine curiosity rather than nosey impertinence. For she found Chrysanthe almost a fascinating as the young girl found her and her clearly wealthy standard of life…
When the young girl gave her name, Persephone smiled. Chrysanthe was so pretty a name. And quite elegant too for a young woman of clearly lower birth. She would have said so too (at least the complimentary part of it) if the girl hadn't mentioned her surprise at Persephone wanting nothing more from her.
Keeping her expression calm and friendly, Persephone was given the instant impression that this woman had few friends. Not because she wasn't lovely to talk to - for she was: engaging, animated and apparently very honest even if she didn't seem particularly educated - but because she was assuming Persephone to want something from her. It was an assumption that spoke volumes of the people whom she had interacted with up until now. And Persephone felt a spark of sympathy for her.
Luckily, the young girl turned the conversation elsewhere and Persephone was able to latch onto something else upon which to speak. She didn't wish to make the young girl uncomfortable in their first interaction as acquaintances and the subject of travel and her homeland were safe topics, so long as she could avoid any identifying information.
She nodded and smiled when the girl mentioned learning about far off places and never having the chance to travel herself.
"I am exactly the same as you, Chrysanthe." She said, in the hopes of forging some familiarity despite several obvious differences between the two. "I was raised with wealth and education so learnt a lot about far off lands. But this if the first time I've ever travelled away from Athenia, where I was born." Her smile brightened as she turned the conversation to Taengea instead of Athenia. "I am very much enjoying my time here, where it's so green and beautiful. I am finding that I greatly enjoy new place, but not so much the travelling." She pulled another face. "I like looking at the sea but being on it in a boat does not, apparently, suit my stomach." She said with a joking tone of voice...
She glanced over at the young woman to seek her words and opinions in return.
“Have you lived in Taengea all your life, Chrysanthe? Do you enjoy your homeland? What is it that you do here – for an occupation, I mean?” She hoped that her words came across – as they were – as genuine curiosity rather than nosey impertinence. For she found Chrysanthe almost a fascinating as the young girl found her and her clearly wealthy standard of life…
Despite the woman’s words, Chrysanthe highly doubted that Perse was just like her. Not that she was about to contradict this woman after she’d been so nice to her. It was a relief to have someone who didn’t appear to want anything from her. She was too scared that it might all come crumbling down around her to want to test the boundaries of that generosity. So Chrysanthe just smiled and nodded and agreed with the woman.
“I’ve never had any chance to take a boat myself, my la…” no the woman had given her name and seemed to want to converse in a friendly manner. Here she might be willing to chance a less formal interaction “Perse.” She giggled nervously at her boldness. “Yes, I’ve lived in Taengea my whole life. This is the furthest I’ve ever been from Vasiliadon,” Chrysanthe answered Perse’s question, but not much more. She didn’t much want to talk about the history involving her childhood and how she’d come to live in Vasiliadon in the first place. It was a sad story and not the kind of thing one shared with a new friend.
Did she enjoy her homeland, that was a question, one she’d never even considered before. What would she even compare it to? Taengea was just a place she lived, nothing more. “I don’t know what you mean, ‘do I enjoy Taengea?’ It’s where I live, not a piece of clothing I can change. I’d never considered that I might live anywhere else.” Chrysanthe answered the question with a quizzical look. Who had the time to think about such things? Rich people must have a lot of free time on their hands to be concerned with whether or not they liked where they lived.
“As for what I do…well...” Chrysanthe fidgeted a bit nervously at the question, that had been something that had been worrying her a great deal as of late. Right now she didn’t really have much of a job, just a bunch of odd tasks that she could get people to pay her for that she had to go out and find each day. Her dream that she might find some sort of apprenticeship had vanished. No one seemed to be looking for someone who was already as old as she was. At least she still had some money that she had saved from the bangles she had sold, but even she knew that the money she was taking in was less than the money that was going back out. “I’ve been doing odd jobs here and there since I came to Meganea,” Chrysanthe admitted. For a moment she considered speaking of her job in Vasiliadon working with the orphaned children. As proud as she was of the job that she had done, she was ready to leave that life and never look back. There was no reason she needed to bring it up with her new friend.
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Despite the woman’s words, Chrysanthe highly doubted that Perse was just like her. Not that she was about to contradict this woman after she’d been so nice to her. It was a relief to have someone who didn’t appear to want anything from her. She was too scared that it might all come crumbling down around her to want to test the boundaries of that generosity. So Chrysanthe just smiled and nodded and agreed with the woman.
“I’ve never had any chance to take a boat myself, my la…” no the woman had given her name and seemed to want to converse in a friendly manner. Here she might be willing to chance a less formal interaction “Perse.” She giggled nervously at her boldness. “Yes, I’ve lived in Taengea my whole life. This is the furthest I’ve ever been from Vasiliadon,” Chrysanthe answered Perse’s question, but not much more. She didn’t much want to talk about the history involving her childhood and how she’d come to live in Vasiliadon in the first place. It was a sad story and not the kind of thing one shared with a new friend.
Did she enjoy her homeland, that was a question, one she’d never even considered before. What would she even compare it to? Taengea was just a place she lived, nothing more. “I don’t know what you mean, ‘do I enjoy Taengea?’ It’s where I live, not a piece of clothing I can change. I’d never considered that I might live anywhere else.” Chrysanthe answered the question with a quizzical look. Who had the time to think about such things? Rich people must have a lot of free time on their hands to be concerned with whether or not they liked where they lived.
“As for what I do…well...” Chrysanthe fidgeted a bit nervously at the question, that had been something that had been worrying her a great deal as of late. Right now she didn’t really have much of a job, just a bunch of odd tasks that she could get people to pay her for that she had to go out and find each day. Her dream that she might find some sort of apprenticeship had vanished. No one seemed to be looking for someone who was already as old as she was. At least she still had some money that she had saved from the bangles she had sold, but even she knew that the money she was taking in was less than the money that was going back out. “I’ve been doing odd jobs here and there since I came to Meganea,” Chrysanthe admitted. For a moment she considered speaking of her job in Vasiliadon working with the orphaned children. As proud as she was of the job that she had done, she was ready to leave that life and never look back. There was no reason she needed to bring it up with her new friend.
Despite the woman’s words, Chrysanthe highly doubted that Perse was just like her. Not that she was about to contradict this woman after she’d been so nice to her. It was a relief to have someone who didn’t appear to want anything from her. She was too scared that it might all come crumbling down around her to want to test the boundaries of that generosity. So Chrysanthe just smiled and nodded and agreed with the woman.
“I’ve never had any chance to take a boat myself, my la…” no the woman had given her name and seemed to want to converse in a friendly manner. Here she might be willing to chance a less formal interaction “Perse.” She giggled nervously at her boldness. “Yes, I’ve lived in Taengea my whole life. This is the furthest I’ve ever been from Vasiliadon,” Chrysanthe answered Perse’s question, but not much more. She didn’t much want to talk about the history involving her childhood and how she’d come to live in Vasiliadon in the first place. It was a sad story and not the kind of thing one shared with a new friend.
Did she enjoy her homeland, that was a question, one she’d never even considered before. What would she even compare it to? Taengea was just a place she lived, nothing more. “I don’t know what you mean, ‘do I enjoy Taengea?’ It’s where I live, not a piece of clothing I can change. I’d never considered that I might live anywhere else.” Chrysanthe answered the question with a quizzical look. Who had the time to think about such things? Rich people must have a lot of free time on their hands to be concerned with whether or not they liked where they lived.
“As for what I do…well...” Chrysanthe fidgeted a bit nervously at the question, that had been something that had been worrying her a great deal as of late. Right now she didn’t really have much of a job, just a bunch of odd tasks that she could get people to pay her for that she had to go out and find each day. Her dream that she might find some sort of apprenticeship had vanished. No one seemed to be looking for someone who was already as old as she was. At least she still had some money that she had saved from the bangles she had sold, but even she knew that the money she was taking in was less than the money that was going back out. “I’ve been doing odd jobs here and there since I came to Meganea,” Chrysanthe admitted. For a moment she considered speaking of her job in Vasiliadon working with the orphaned children. As proud as she was of the job that she had done, she was ready to leave that life and never look back. There was no reason she needed to bring it up with her new friend.
Amusing no doubt to the Gods that be, it was a natural thing that Persephone was as interested in Chrysanthe as the girl was in her. Whilst the young Queen had been born with everything an individual could want, she had not been graced with what she was beginning to realise life was all about: experiences. For each day as the Queen of a kingdom occurred more or less exactly the same. Oh, the meetings were different, the duties diverse. But all the while, she was Princess or Queen Persephone; never to put a foot wrong or experience anything of life outside the walls of the highest echelons of nobility.
The idea of simply going for a ride through the forest alone - without guard or ladies’ maid. The idea of walking through the forest alone... it was an entirely foreign concept that was making her realise just how much of the world she was missing and ignorant of, due to all her fine advantages of birth.
When the young girl commented that she had never thought to live anywhere else, Persephone smiled and offered a half shrug with one of her shoulders.
"I never thought that I would live anywhere by Athenia but here I am." She stated. "Perhaps, you shall travel one day also, if you wished it."
She then listened with interest as to how Chrysanthe saw things - as a finite state of how the world was rather than how it might be or how she wished it to be. It suggested a narrow or secluded view of opportunities and possibilities that Persephone had never been raised to acknowledge. Whilst she didn't let it show on her face, she began to wonder if Chrysanthe had received any education or had read very widely. She seemed an intelligent enough woman, phrasing her questions with poignancy and her eyes bright with understanding. How was it that her world view was so small?
Leaving the question that had clearly thrown her alone - she did not wish to make her new friend uncomfortable - Persephone's eyes brightened when the girl commented on having had several jobs and duties. Again - a diversity of life and experiences that Persephone had never experienced. She found herself eager to know more.
"What sort of jobs did you do?" Persephone asked her, with genuine enthusiasm. "I'm afraid that I was only raised to be noble and have little talent for anything else. You must be very skilled to be able to do so many different things..." Her tone was sincere and she meant the words she spoke. Persephone's mother had always insisted that if you did something and you did it to the best of your ability it was worth praise. Whether that was ruling a kingdom or stitching a dress.
King Minas had always made it clear to Persephone that being a monarch was no better or worse a role than any other job that was required for Athenia to continue to move forward and progress. And the second a ruler felt themselves to be superior - that the throne was the ultimate goal of ambition... they were doomed to lose themselves in greed and self-importance.
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Amusing no doubt to the Gods that be, it was a natural thing that Persephone was as interested in Chrysanthe as the girl was in her. Whilst the young Queen had been born with everything an individual could want, she had not been graced with what she was beginning to realise life was all about: experiences. For each day as the Queen of a kingdom occurred more or less exactly the same. Oh, the meetings were different, the duties diverse. But all the while, she was Princess or Queen Persephone; never to put a foot wrong or experience anything of life outside the walls of the highest echelons of nobility.
The idea of simply going for a ride through the forest alone - without guard or ladies’ maid. The idea of walking through the forest alone... it was an entirely foreign concept that was making her realise just how much of the world she was missing and ignorant of, due to all her fine advantages of birth.
When the young girl commented that she had never thought to live anywhere else, Persephone smiled and offered a half shrug with one of her shoulders.
"I never thought that I would live anywhere by Athenia but here I am." She stated. "Perhaps, you shall travel one day also, if you wished it."
She then listened with interest as to how Chrysanthe saw things - as a finite state of how the world was rather than how it might be or how she wished it to be. It suggested a narrow or secluded view of opportunities and possibilities that Persephone had never been raised to acknowledge. Whilst she didn't let it show on her face, she began to wonder if Chrysanthe had received any education or had read very widely. She seemed an intelligent enough woman, phrasing her questions with poignancy and her eyes bright with understanding. How was it that her world view was so small?
Leaving the question that had clearly thrown her alone - she did not wish to make her new friend uncomfortable - Persephone's eyes brightened when the girl commented on having had several jobs and duties. Again - a diversity of life and experiences that Persephone had never experienced. She found herself eager to know more.
"What sort of jobs did you do?" Persephone asked her, with genuine enthusiasm. "I'm afraid that I was only raised to be noble and have little talent for anything else. You must be very skilled to be able to do so many different things..." Her tone was sincere and she meant the words she spoke. Persephone's mother had always insisted that if you did something and you did it to the best of your ability it was worth praise. Whether that was ruling a kingdom or stitching a dress.
King Minas had always made it clear to Persephone that being a monarch was no better or worse a role than any other job that was required for Athenia to continue to move forward and progress. And the second a ruler felt themselves to be superior - that the throne was the ultimate goal of ambition... they were doomed to lose themselves in greed and self-importance.
Amusing no doubt to the Gods that be, it was a natural thing that Persephone was as interested in Chrysanthe as the girl was in her. Whilst the young Queen had been born with everything an individual could want, she had not been graced with what she was beginning to realise life was all about: experiences. For each day as the Queen of a kingdom occurred more or less exactly the same. Oh, the meetings were different, the duties diverse. But all the while, she was Princess or Queen Persephone; never to put a foot wrong or experience anything of life outside the walls of the highest echelons of nobility.
The idea of simply going for a ride through the forest alone - without guard or ladies’ maid. The idea of walking through the forest alone... it was an entirely foreign concept that was making her realise just how much of the world she was missing and ignorant of, due to all her fine advantages of birth.
When the young girl commented that she had never thought to live anywhere else, Persephone smiled and offered a half shrug with one of her shoulders.
"I never thought that I would live anywhere by Athenia but here I am." She stated. "Perhaps, you shall travel one day also, if you wished it."
She then listened with interest as to how Chrysanthe saw things - as a finite state of how the world was rather than how it might be or how she wished it to be. It suggested a narrow or secluded view of opportunities and possibilities that Persephone had never been raised to acknowledge. Whilst she didn't let it show on her face, she began to wonder if Chrysanthe had received any education or had read very widely. She seemed an intelligent enough woman, phrasing her questions with poignancy and her eyes bright with understanding. How was it that her world view was so small?
Leaving the question that had clearly thrown her alone - she did not wish to make her new friend uncomfortable - Persephone's eyes brightened when the girl commented on having had several jobs and duties. Again - a diversity of life and experiences that Persephone had never experienced. She found herself eager to know more.
"What sort of jobs did you do?" Persephone asked her, with genuine enthusiasm. "I'm afraid that I was only raised to be noble and have little talent for anything else. You must be very skilled to be able to do so many different things..." Her tone was sincere and she meant the words she spoke. Persephone's mother had always insisted that if you did something and you did it to the best of your ability it was worth praise. Whether that was ruling a kingdom or stitching a dress.
King Minas had always made it clear to Persephone that being a monarch was no better or worse a role than any other job that was required for Athenia to continue to move forward and progress. And the second a ruler felt themselves to be superior - that the throne was the ultimate goal of ambition... they were doomed to lose themselves in greed and self-importance.
Chrysanthe did enjoy hearing about Athenia from Perse, but it seemed inconceivable that she might ever travel anywhere else. It seemed so glamorous to be able to live a life where one might be able to travel wherever they wanted to on a whim. So there was no reason to think that she should ever have the opportunity to travel. The idea was almost laughable. Chrysanthe smiled a bit as she answered the woman. “Oh, I’m not so sure about that, my lady. It does sound nice and all, but I doubt I could find a reason to.”
Chrysanthe was surprised that this noble woman seemed so interested in what she did for a job. It wasn’t like she ever did anything particularly interesting. She must seem so boring and dull to this woman who could have any amusement that she wished. Chrysanthe had spent most of her time just trying to make sure she had work for the day and a roof over her head at the end of it.
“Oh no, they’re not very skilled at all. I’d been hoping for some work weaving or sewing or something, but that’s not what they’ve been looking for. I was a bit lucky today to find work helping out with repairing nets. But mostly the work here is looking for people who can just lend an extra pair of hands but well…” Chrysathe looked down and her hands with a short laugh. “My hands aren’t very big, and I’m not that strong so…” Chrysanthe sighed a bit. “It’s been rough going,” Chrysanthe looked down for a moment, before she looked back up at Perse smiling. “But that’s alright, I’ll figure something out.” She didn’t want Perse to feel bad for her. She’d had enough of that for her lifetime. Much of her job at the orphanage involved capitalizing on the sympathies of people who had a few spare coins to donate. Chrysanthe was done with that, she was going to find her own way without anyone’s pity.
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Chrysanthe did enjoy hearing about Athenia from Perse, but it seemed inconceivable that she might ever travel anywhere else. It seemed so glamorous to be able to live a life where one might be able to travel wherever they wanted to on a whim. So there was no reason to think that she should ever have the opportunity to travel. The idea was almost laughable. Chrysanthe smiled a bit as she answered the woman. “Oh, I’m not so sure about that, my lady. It does sound nice and all, but I doubt I could find a reason to.”
Chrysanthe was surprised that this noble woman seemed so interested in what she did for a job. It wasn’t like she ever did anything particularly interesting. She must seem so boring and dull to this woman who could have any amusement that she wished. Chrysanthe had spent most of her time just trying to make sure she had work for the day and a roof over her head at the end of it.
“Oh no, they’re not very skilled at all. I’d been hoping for some work weaving or sewing or something, but that’s not what they’ve been looking for. I was a bit lucky today to find work helping out with repairing nets. But mostly the work here is looking for people who can just lend an extra pair of hands but well…” Chrysathe looked down and her hands with a short laugh. “My hands aren’t very big, and I’m not that strong so…” Chrysanthe sighed a bit. “It’s been rough going,” Chrysanthe looked down for a moment, before she looked back up at Perse smiling. “But that’s alright, I’ll figure something out.” She didn’t want Perse to feel bad for her. She’d had enough of that for her lifetime. Much of her job at the orphanage involved capitalizing on the sympathies of people who had a few spare coins to donate. Chrysanthe was done with that, she was going to find her own way without anyone’s pity.
Chrysanthe did enjoy hearing about Athenia from Perse, but it seemed inconceivable that she might ever travel anywhere else. It seemed so glamorous to be able to live a life where one might be able to travel wherever they wanted to on a whim. So there was no reason to think that she should ever have the opportunity to travel. The idea was almost laughable. Chrysanthe smiled a bit as she answered the woman. “Oh, I’m not so sure about that, my lady. It does sound nice and all, but I doubt I could find a reason to.”
Chrysanthe was surprised that this noble woman seemed so interested in what she did for a job. It wasn’t like she ever did anything particularly interesting. She must seem so boring and dull to this woman who could have any amusement that she wished. Chrysanthe had spent most of her time just trying to make sure she had work for the day and a roof over her head at the end of it.
“Oh no, they’re not very skilled at all. I’d been hoping for some work weaving or sewing or something, but that’s not what they’ve been looking for. I was a bit lucky today to find work helping out with repairing nets. But mostly the work here is looking for people who can just lend an extra pair of hands but well…” Chrysathe looked down and her hands with a short laugh. “My hands aren’t very big, and I’m not that strong so…” Chrysanthe sighed a bit. “It’s been rough going,” Chrysanthe looked down for a moment, before she looked back up at Perse smiling. “But that’s alright, I’ll figure something out.” She didn’t want Perse to feel bad for her. She’d had enough of that for her lifetime. Much of her job at the orphanage involved capitalizing on the sympathies of people who had a few spare coins to donate. Chrysanthe was done with that, she was going to find her own way without anyone’s pity.
Persephone watched the young girl explain her manner of work with eyes that were neither sympathetic nor pitying. Instead, they were simply eager and invested in what Chrysanthe was saying. It might have been odd to the other girl but Persephone was genuinely interested in what the girl had to say and how she lived her life. Regardless of how much she attempted to visit the lower classes, the lives outside the privileged, there was a certain amount of sheltered naivete that Persephone could never shake from her role as princess and - in the future - as baroness of Chaoedia. She had, therefore, never really had the chance to understand others and the common people - how they lived their lives and how they saw the world. It was genuinely fascinating to someone who had never had to ponder or think on such trials or difficulties.
When the girl mentioned about things being 'rough', Persephone felt her heart go out to her. It was clear from her state of dress (perfectly acceptable yet obviously old with a lot of repair work) and her situation of walking through the woods alone looking for work wherever she could, that things were indeed difficult. That it must be more than a little scary to not know whether the next day would bring work, coin or food.
Persephone felt a sense of guilt worm its way around her belly. Here she was, worried for her path in life on whether she should be a baroness or a Queen - woes her - and this young woman didn't know if she would eat tomorrow.
Smiling to return the expression, Persephone nodded.
"I think you a lot stronger than you consider yourself to be." She told the girl simply. For she was sure that she would struggle to be so optimistic if her life was so left to the whims and needs of others for workmen. "I think it very courageous the way you live your life and hold such a strong optimism." She smiled again and reached over to pat the girl's hand just for a moment, not wanting to turn her fearful at the touch. "And I think you to have more talent than you suspect."
Looking out to the sea, Persephone's smile slipped away and her facial features settled into an expression of calm.
"I have only ever been allowed to do one thing and one thing only with my life." She said, as if to herself. "And to complete it to perfection." After a moment of thought she turned to look back at Chrysanthe. "Perhaps you could take it a surprising gift that you are given such liberty in your life to try so many different things...?"
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Persephone watched the young girl explain her manner of work with eyes that were neither sympathetic nor pitying. Instead, they were simply eager and invested in what Chrysanthe was saying. It might have been odd to the other girl but Persephone was genuinely interested in what the girl had to say and how she lived her life. Regardless of how much she attempted to visit the lower classes, the lives outside the privileged, there was a certain amount of sheltered naivete that Persephone could never shake from her role as princess and - in the future - as baroness of Chaoedia. She had, therefore, never really had the chance to understand others and the common people - how they lived their lives and how they saw the world. It was genuinely fascinating to someone who had never had to ponder or think on such trials or difficulties.
When the girl mentioned about things being 'rough', Persephone felt her heart go out to her. It was clear from her state of dress (perfectly acceptable yet obviously old with a lot of repair work) and her situation of walking through the woods alone looking for work wherever she could, that things were indeed difficult. That it must be more than a little scary to not know whether the next day would bring work, coin or food.
Persephone felt a sense of guilt worm its way around her belly. Here she was, worried for her path in life on whether she should be a baroness or a Queen - woes her - and this young woman didn't know if she would eat tomorrow.
Smiling to return the expression, Persephone nodded.
"I think you a lot stronger than you consider yourself to be." She told the girl simply. For she was sure that she would struggle to be so optimistic if her life was so left to the whims and needs of others for workmen. "I think it very courageous the way you live your life and hold such a strong optimism." She smiled again and reached over to pat the girl's hand just for a moment, not wanting to turn her fearful at the touch. "And I think you to have more talent than you suspect."
Looking out to the sea, Persephone's smile slipped away and her facial features settled into an expression of calm.
"I have only ever been allowed to do one thing and one thing only with my life." She said, as if to herself. "And to complete it to perfection." After a moment of thought she turned to look back at Chrysanthe. "Perhaps you could take it a surprising gift that you are given such liberty in your life to try so many different things...?"
Persephone watched the young girl explain her manner of work with eyes that were neither sympathetic nor pitying. Instead, they were simply eager and invested in what Chrysanthe was saying. It might have been odd to the other girl but Persephone was genuinely interested in what the girl had to say and how she lived her life. Regardless of how much she attempted to visit the lower classes, the lives outside the privileged, there was a certain amount of sheltered naivete that Persephone could never shake from her role as princess and - in the future - as baroness of Chaoedia. She had, therefore, never really had the chance to understand others and the common people - how they lived their lives and how they saw the world. It was genuinely fascinating to someone who had never had to ponder or think on such trials or difficulties.
When the girl mentioned about things being 'rough', Persephone felt her heart go out to her. It was clear from her state of dress (perfectly acceptable yet obviously old with a lot of repair work) and her situation of walking through the woods alone looking for work wherever she could, that things were indeed difficult. That it must be more than a little scary to not know whether the next day would bring work, coin or food.
Persephone felt a sense of guilt worm its way around her belly. Here she was, worried for her path in life on whether she should be a baroness or a Queen - woes her - and this young woman didn't know if she would eat tomorrow.
Smiling to return the expression, Persephone nodded.
"I think you a lot stronger than you consider yourself to be." She told the girl simply. For she was sure that she would struggle to be so optimistic if her life was so left to the whims and needs of others for workmen. "I think it very courageous the way you live your life and hold such a strong optimism." She smiled again and reached over to pat the girl's hand just for a moment, not wanting to turn her fearful at the touch. "And I think you to have more talent than you suspect."
Looking out to the sea, Persephone's smile slipped away and her facial features settled into an expression of calm.
"I have only ever been allowed to do one thing and one thing only with my life." She said, as if to herself. "And to complete it to perfection." After a moment of thought she turned to look back at Chrysanthe. "Perhaps you could take it a surprising gift that you are given such liberty in your life to try so many different things...?"
Chrysanthe could tell that Perse was kind and had good intentions but she seemed to think she was offering some kind of advice. The only problem is, Chrysanthe couldn’t quite figure out what the actual advice was. On the other hand, she didn’t want to look ungrateful. This was the most help that she’d received since she’d been in Meganea, but Chrysanthe didn’t really see any way Perse’s advice could actually be applied to any of her problems.
Chrysanthe met Persephone’s gaze with a confused look on her face. “Well, I mean...I’m not as strong as a man would be for lifting things,” Chrysanthe wasn’t exactly sure what Persephone was trying to get at with her being stronger than she knew. She had learned the limits of her own strength through trial and error and heavy lifting. She wasn’t built for manual labor, nor had she had much experience with such jobs, so she’d had little chance to build up her strength, even compared to other women. “That’s why it’s hard to find a job. They want someone who can help move things around for the reconstruction after the storm. And I don’t have much experience with horses either, or else maybe they’d let me handle a cart.”
As Persephone continued on her advice Chrysanthe started to worry that perhaps she had been too negative about her own life and given Perse the wrong impression. “Oh, I didn’t mean to say that I’m not grateful. I know I could be a lot worse off.” It was true, the fact that Chrysanthe had had the ability to go to Meganea in the first place was due to an incredible stroke of luck when she had been gifted jewelry.
“I’m sure you must do your job very well if it’s the only thing you’ve been able to work at your entire life. Are you a master crafter?” Chrysanthe had always been very impressed by craftspeople. She had been hoping that maybe she’d find someone who would take her on and train her. Maybe she had found some luck after all. “Are you looking for an apprentice? If that’s not too bold to ask.” Chrysanthe dropped her gaze, hoping that she had not been too outspoken. She worried that perhaps she had made an error in her excitement. She’d never heard of a noblewoman who was a crafter, but she wasn’t sure what else the woman could possibly be referring to.
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Chrysanthe could tell that Perse was kind and had good intentions but she seemed to think she was offering some kind of advice. The only problem is, Chrysanthe couldn’t quite figure out what the actual advice was. On the other hand, she didn’t want to look ungrateful. This was the most help that she’d received since she’d been in Meganea, but Chrysanthe didn’t really see any way Perse’s advice could actually be applied to any of her problems.
Chrysanthe met Persephone’s gaze with a confused look on her face. “Well, I mean...I’m not as strong as a man would be for lifting things,” Chrysanthe wasn’t exactly sure what Persephone was trying to get at with her being stronger than she knew. She had learned the limits of her own strength through trial and error and heavy lifting. She wasn’t built for manual labor, nor had she had much experience with such jobs, so she’d had little chance to build up her strength, even compared to other women. “That’s why it’s hard to find a job. They want someone who can help move things around for the reconstruction after the storm. And I don’t have much experience with horses either, or else maybe they’d let me handle a cart.”
As Persephone continued on her advice Chrysanthe started to worry that perhaps she had been too negative about her own life and given Perse the wrong impression. “Oh, I didn’t mean to say that I’m not grateful. I know I could be a lot worse off.” It was true, the fact that Chrysanthe had had the ability to go to Meganea in the first place was due to an incredible stroke of luck when she had been gifted jewelry.
“I’m sure you must do your job very well if it’s the only thing you’ve been able to work at your entire life. Are you a master crafter?” Chrysanthe had always been very impressed by craftspeople. She had been hoping that maybe she’d find someone who would take her on and train her. Maybe she had found some luck after all. “Are you looking for an apprentice? If that’s not too bold to ask.” Chrysanthe dropped her gaze, hoping that she had not been too outspoken. She worried that perhaps she had made an error in her excitement. She’d never heard of a noblewoman who was a crafter, but she wasn’t sure what else the woman could possibly be referring to.
Chrysanthe could tell that Perse was kind and had good intentions but she seemed to think she was offering some kind of advice. The only problem is, Chrysanthe couldn’t quite figure out what the actual advice was. On the other hand, she didn’t want to look ungrateful. This was the most help that she’d received since she’d been in Meganea, but Chrysanthe didn’t really see any way Perse’s advice could actually be applied to any of her problems.
Chrysanthe met Persephone’s gaze with a confused look on her face. “Well, I mean...I’m not as strong as a man would be for lifting things,” Chrysanthe wasn’t exactly sure what Persephone was trying to get at with her being stronger than she knew. She had learned the limits of her own strength through trial and error and heavy lifting. She wasn’t built for manual labor, nor had she had much experience with such jobs, so she’d had little chance to build up her strength, even compared to other women. “That’s why it’s hard to find a job. They want someone who can help move things around for the reconstruction after the storm. And I don’t have much experience with horses either, or else maybe they’d let me handle a cart.”
As Persephone continued on her advice Chrysanthe started to worry that perhaps she had been too negative about her own life and given Perse the wrong impression. “Oh, I didn’t mean to say that I’m not grateful. I know I could be a lot worse off.” It was true, the fact that Chrysanthe had had the ability to go to Meganea in the first place was due to an incredible stroke of luck when she had been gifted jewelry.
“I’m sure you must do your job very well if it’s the only thing you’ve been able to work at your entire life. Are you a master crafter?” Chrysanthe had always been very impressed by craftspeople. She had been hoping that maybe she’d find someone who would take her on and train her. Maybe she had found some luck after all. “Are you looking for an apprentice? If that’s not too bold to ask.” Chrysanthe dropped her gaze, hoping that she had not been too outspoken. She worried that perhaps she had made an error in her excitement. She’d never heard of a noblewoman who was a crafter, but she wasn’t sure what else the woman could possibly be referring to.
When Chrysanthe responded, Persephone smiled sweetly and encouragingly in her words, despite her mistaking her point. Her compliments had been more to do with the girl's character than her physical capabilities but such a notion seemed to have gone straight over the girl's head. Not wanting to embarrass her by making such a correction, Persephone let the topic be and listened intently to the girl situation.
It was clear that the young woman was living from task to task, shift to shift, coin to coin... she worked for a few days and could eat for the next few. It was an existence that was entirely separate from anything Persephone had known and while she knew it was foolish and, in many ways, pointless to feel sympathy for such a situation when there were so many peasants, servants and slaves or operated within the same reality, Persephone naturally seemed to like Chrysanthe and her optimistic joy and felt her heart go out to her.
Because, despite all trials and tribulations for her woman, the girl was still bright, cheerful and viewed the world with an innocence that Persephone had lost long ago. It seemed almost ironic that someone whose life had been so difficult would retain childlike wonder, whilst the princess who had been sheltered all her life was cynical.
When the girl asked if she was a master craftsman, Persephone laughed softly, the sound like pretty bells and shook her head. Long lengths of straight black hair tumbled around her shoulders.
"No." She determined, glancing at the girl. "I am not so impressive as that. I am..." What was she supposed to say? A Queen? A Baroness? Which was true and which was false at this point? "... I'm a member of the nobility. Which is, in and of itself, an occupation for women." All the glad-handing, posturing, ensuring of your appearance, elegance and raiment. The negotiations and politics that went on over wine upon visiting other women of the noble classes. It was true that regardless of any status as monarch, simply being noble as a profession in and of itself.
Knowing that this meant she could not offer an apprenticeship of the kind Chrysanthe meant, Perse felt guilt uncurl in her lower belly.
"I cannot offer you an apprenticeship, Chrysanthe but... perhaps an exchange?" She smiled softly... "You said that you have experience sewing, yes? You said that such a task was your hoped for profession?" Persephone thought quickly in order to be able to offer something to the girl. Her next words were fuelled partly by charity but also through genuine use. She would be a baroness in the future. Not a Queen. Which meant that she would need to learn to do some things herself. "Would you perhaps teach me to sew? I can pay you...?"
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When Chrysanthe responded, Persephone smiled sweetly and encouragingly in her words, despite her mistaking her point. Her compliments had been more to do with the girl's character than her physical capabilities but such a notion seemed to have gone straight over the girl's head. Not wanting to embarrass her by making such a correction, Persephone let the topic be and listened intently to the girl situation.
It was clear that the young woman was living from task to task, shift to shift, coin to coin... she worked for a few days and could eat for the next few. It was an existence that was entirely separate from anything Persephone had known and while she knew it was foolish and, in many ways, pointless to feel sympathy for such a situation when there were so many peasants, servants and slaves or operated within the same reality, Persephone naturally seemed to like Chrysanthe and her optimistic joy and felt her heart go out to her.
Because, despite all trials and tribulations for her woman, the girl was still bright, cheerful and viewed the world with an innocence that Persephone had lost long ago. It seemed almost ironic that someone whose life had been so difficult would retain childlike wonder, whilst the princess who had been sheltered all her life was cynical.
When the girl asked if she was a master craftsman, Persephone laughed softly, the sound like pretty bells and shook her head. Long lengths of straight black hair tumbled around her shoulders.
"No." She determined, glancing at the girl. "I am not so impressive as that. I am..." What was she supposed to say? A Queen? A Baroness? Which was true and which was false at this point? "... I'm a member of the nobility. Which is, in and of itself, an occupation for women." All the glad-handing, posturing, ensuring of your appearance, elegance and raiment. The negotiations and politics that went on over wine upon visiting other women of the noble classes. It was true that regardless of any status as monarch, simply being noble as a profession in and of itself.
Knowing that this meant she could not offer an apprenticeship of the kind Chrysanthe meant, Perse felt guilt uncurl in her lower belly.
"I cannot offer you an apprenticeship, Chrysanthe but... perhaps an exchange?" She smiled softly... "You said that you have experience sewing, yes? You said that such a task was your hoped for profession?" Persephone thought quickly in order to be able to offer something to the girl. Her next words were fuelled partly by charity but also through genuine use. She would be a baroness in the future. Not a Queen. Which meant that she would need to learn to do some things herself. "Would you perhaps teach me to sew? I can pay you...?"
When Chrysanthe responded, Persephone smiled sweetly and encouragingly in her words, despite her mistaking her point. Her compliments had been more to do with the girl's character than her physical capabilities but such a notion seemed to have gone straight over the girl's head. Not wanting to embarrass her by making such a correction, Persephone let the topic be and listened intently to the girl situation.
It was clear that the young woman was living from task to task, shift to shift, coin to coin... she worked for a few days and could eat for the next few. It was an existence that was entirely separate from anything Persephone had known and while she knew it was foolish and, in many ways, pointless to feel sympathy for such a situation when there were so many peasants, servants and slaves or operated within the same reality, Persephone naturally seemed to like Chrysanthe and her optimistic joy and felt her heart go out to her.
Because, despite all trials and tribulations for her woman, the girl was still bright, cheerful and viewed the world with an innocence that Persephone had lost long ago. It seemed almost ironic that someone whose life had been so difficult would retain childlike wonder, whilst the princess who had been sheltered all her life was cynical.
When the girl asked if she was a master craftsman, Persephone laughed softly, the sound like pretty bells and shook her head. Long lengths of straight black hair tumbled around her shoulders.
"No." She determined, glancing at the girl. "I am not so impressive as that. I am..." What was she supposed to say? A Queen? A Baroness? Which was true and which was false at this point? "... I'm a member of the nobility. Which is, in and of itself, an occupation for women." All the glad-handing, posturing, ensuring of your appearance, elegance and raiment. The negotiations and politics that went on over wine upon visiting other women of the noble classes. It was true that regardless of any status as monarch, simply being noble as a profession in and of itself.
Knowing that this meant she could not offer an apprenticeship of the kind Chrysanthe meant, Perse felt guilt uncurl in her lower belly.
"I cannot offer you an apprenticeship, Chrysanthe but... perhaps an exchange?" She smiled softly... "You said that you have experience sewing, yes? You said that such a task was your hoped for profession?" Persephone thought quickly in order to be able to offer something to the girl. Her next words were fuelled partly by charity but also through genuine use. She would be a baroness in the future. Not a Queen. Which meant that she would need to learn to do some things herself. "Would you perhaps teach me to sew? I can pay you...?"
Chrysanthe should have known that it would have been too convenient for all of her problems to be solved just like that. Her face dropped as all hope that this conversation could lead to a permanent position. This woman wasn’t a master crafter after all. She wouldn’t be able to offer her a position as an apprentice. Chrysanthe found it hard to believe that being a noblewoman was much of a job at all. She’d never seen a lady do a single thing that she would call work. They always had servants and slaves to attend to those things. It had always seemed to her to be such an easy life. Not that she would ever dare to say that to Perse. Clearly there were some things about the life of a noble that she did not understand.
Chrysanthe’s face lit up as Perse offered the possibility of an exchange. Perhaps she shouldn’t have lost hope so soon. Nobility did often have extra money to hire people on to help, though Chrysanthe would have never been so bold to ask. “Yes, I could teach you to sew, and even weave if you’d like,” Chrysanthe was grinning broadly. “I even managed to teach the children some simple knitting before. Not to imply that you’d have anything in common with a child, my lady.” Although the woman didn’t seem the type to be quick to take offense, Chrysanthe didn’t want to offer any chance of that happening, just in case she had judged her incorrectly. Chrysanthe was so used to working with the children back in Vasiliadon that it completely slipped her mind that Perse wouldn’t know what children she was referring to, as she had not wanted to bring up that chapter of her life when she had previously mentioned her occupation.
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Chrysanthe should have known that it would have been too convenient for all of her problems to be solved just like that. Her face dropped as all hope that this conversation could lead to a permanent position. This woman wasn’t a master crafter after all. She wouldn’t be able to offer her a position as an apprentice. Chrysanthe found it hard to believe that being a noblewoman was much of a job at all. She’d never seen a lady do a single thing that she would call work. They always had servants and slaves to attend to those things. It had always seemed to her to be such an easy life. Not that she would ever dare to say that to Perse. Clearly there were some things about the life of a noble that she did not understand.
Chrysanthe’s face lit up as Perse offered the possibility of an exchange. Perhaps she shouldn’t have lost hope so soon. Nobility did often have extra money to hire people on to help, though Chrysanthe would have never been so bold to ask. “Yes, I could teach you to sew, and even weave if you’d like,” Chrysanthe was grinning broadly. “I even managed to teach the children some simple knitting before. Not to imply that you’d have anything in common with a child, my lady.” Although the woman didn’t seem the type to be quick to take offense, Chrysanthe didn’t want to offer any chance of that happening, just in case she had judged her incorrectly. Chrysanthe was so used to working with the children back in Vasiliadon that it completely slipped her mind that Perse wouldn’t know what children she was referring to, as she had not wanted to bring up that chapter of her life when she had previously mentioned her occupation.
Chrysanthe should have known that it would have been too convenient for all of her problems to be solved just like that. Her face dropped as all hope that this conversation could lead to a permanent position. This woman wasn’t a master crafter after all. She wouldn’t be able to offer her a position as an apprentice. Chrysanthe found it hard to believe that being a noblewoman was much of a job at all. She’d never seen a lady do a single thing that she would call work. They always had servants and slaves to attend to those things. It had always seemed to her to be such an easy life. Not that she would ever dare to say that to Perse. Clearly there were some things about the life of a noble that she did not understand.
Chrysanthe’s face lit up as Perse offered the possibility of an exchange. Perhaps she shouldn’t have lost hope so soon. Nobility did often have extra money to hire people on to help, though Chrysanthe would have never been so bold to ask. “Yes, I could teach you to sew, and even weave if you’d like,” Chrysanthe was grinning broadly. “I even managed to teach the children some simple knitting before. Not to imply that you’d have anything in common with a child, my lady.” Although the woman didn’t seem the type to be quick to take offense, Chrysanthe didn’t want to offer any chance of that happening, just in case she had judged her incorrectly. Chrysanthe was so used to working with the children back in Vasiliadon that it completely slipped her mind that Perse wouldn’t know what children she was referring to, as she had not wanted to bring up that chapter of her life when she had previously mentioned her occupation.
When the young woman seemed to - accidentally at least - refer to her as a child (or rather, associate her level of skill with that of one), Persephone could not help the broad smile that brightened her pretty face. It had been a long time since she had met someone who was so genuinely open and said what came to mind rather than what they thought might aid their standing or position in the long run. Chrysanthe's sincerity and open friendliness reminded her of her now gone sister and whilst there was a sharp agony of sorrow in her heart at the reminder, Persephone felt a flipside of that grief in the sweetness the young Chrysanthe gave her. As if her shared openness with the late Princess Emilia was in some way a bridge back to her sister in some way...
Persephone pushed the bizarre and almost morbid thoughts to the back of her mind, embracing the natural closeness she was feeling for the girl that spoke like her nearest and dearest and decided to let her fears and judgement fall away entirely.
"I suspect that I have a great much in common with a child when it comes to the tasks you seem to know so well, Chrysanthe." She offered with a bowed head of humility. "I have not yet attempted any such tasks before and I would need a patient teacher. A mother, I'm sure would be naturally fitting of such a requirement, I think." Her words revealed her mistake. At the mention of children, Persephone had judged Chrysanthe's age as an adult and assumed them to be her own. Her charitable heart had spoken still louder at the thought of so young a mother having to support not one but plural children in the kind of task-to-task life that she led.
Guilt seeped in, as Persephone feared that she had asked the young lady to stay with her and keep her company, not at all suspecting that she was keeping her from her offspring - children that likely didn't see much of her when she was working.
"Must we hurry home?" Persephone asked, her brows drawing together to create a pretty fold between the jet-black lines of the features. "I do not wish to keep you from your family...?" She was already looking over her shoulder towards her guardsman, ready to inform him that they were ready to depart, if it was indeed needed that Chrysanthe tend to her children...
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When the young woman seemed to - accidentally at least - refer to her as a child (or rather, associate her level of skill with that of one), Persephone could not help the broad smile that brightened her pretty face. It had been a long time since she had met someone who was so genuinely open and said what came to mind rather than what they thought might aid their standing or position in the long run. Chrysanthe's sincerity and open friendliness reminded her of her now gone sister and whilst there was a sharp agony of sorrow in her heart at the reminder, Persephone felt a flipside of that grief in the sweetness the young Chrysanthe gave her. As if her shared openness with the late Princess Emilia was in some way a bridge back to her sister in some way...
Persephone pushed the bizarre and almost morbid thoughts to the back of her mind, embracing the natural closeness she was feeling for the girl that spoke like her nearest and dearest and decided to let her fears and judgement fall away entirely.
"I suspect that I have a great much in common with a child when it comes to the tasks you seem to know so well, Chrysanthe." She offered with a bowed head of humility. "I have not yet attempted any such tasks before and I would need a patient teacher. A mother, I'm sure would be naturally fitting of such a requirement, I think." Her words revealed her mistake. At the mention of children, Persephone had judged Chrysanthe's age as an adult and assumed them to be her own. Her charitable heart had spoken still louder at the thought of so young a mother having to support not one but plural children in the kind of task-to-task life that she led.
Guilt seeped in, as Persephone feared that she had asked the young lady to stay with her and keep her company, not at all suspecting that she was keeping her from her offspring - children that likely didn't see much of her when she was working.
"Must we hurry home?" Persephone asked, her brows drawing together to create a pretty fold between the jet-black lines of the features. "I do not wish to keep you from your family...?" She was already looking over her shoulder towards her guardsman, ready to inform him that they were ready to depart, if it was indeed needed that Chrysanthe tend to her children...
When the young woman seemed to - accidentally at least - refer to her as a child (or rather, associate her level of skill with that of one), Persephone could not help the broad smile that brightened her pretty face. It had been a long time since she had met someone who was so genuinely open and said what came to mind rather than what they thought might aid their standing or position in the long run. Chrysanthe's sincerity and open friendliness reminded her of her now gone sister and whilst there was a sharp agony of sorrow in her heart at the reminder, Persephone felt a flipside of that grief in the sweetness the young Chrysanthe gave her. As if her shared openness with the late Princess Emilia was in some way a bridge back to her sister in some way...
Persephone pushed the bizarre and almost morbid thoughts to the back of her mind, embracing the natural closeness she was feeling for the girl that spoke like her nearest and dearest and decided to let her fears and judgement fall away entirely.
"I suspect that I have a great much in common with a child when it comes to the tasks you seem to know so well, Chrysanthe." She offered with a bowed head of humility. "I have not yet attempted any such tasks before and I would need a patient teacher. A mother, I'm sure would be naturally fitting of such a requirement, I think." Her words revealed her mistake. At the mention of children, Persephone had judged Chrysanthe's age as an adult and assumed them to be her own. Her charitable heart had spoken still louder at the thought of so young a mother having to support not one but plural children in the kind of task-to-task life that she led.
Guilt seeped in, as Persephone feared that she had asked the young lady to stay with her and keep her company, not at all suspecting that she was keeping her from her offspring - children that likely didn't see much of her when she was working.
"Must we hurry home?" Persephone asked, her brows drawing together to create a pretty fold between the jet-black lines of the features. "I do not wish to keep you from your family...?" She was already looking over her shoulder towards her guardsman, ready to inform him that they were ready to depart, if it was indeed needed that Chrysanthe tend to her children...