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It had been a strange thing; to move away from Vasiliadon and his family and take up residence in what was now his own home. Euttica was not unfamiliar to him, it had been one of the provinces that his father had personally kept an eye on in the years gone by, but now its governance sat squarely upon the shoulders of Irakles’ eldest child, and Achilleas was determined not to disappoint.
He had petitioned for his old tutor to remain to offer some guidance where needed, Argus was a wise man, and a good deal more approachable that his father, but whilst his suggestion had been allowed, it had come with the strict reminder that any decision making was to come from Achilleas alone, and so he had done his best to abide by that.
Mostly, the Lords and commonfolk he had dealt with had been amicable and easy enough to work with, but there were a couple who Achilleas thought were disagreeable and obstinate for no good reason. It had been Argus who had pointed out how it might be difficult for these elder men to accept the rule of one so young. He didn’t see why it should be so - he had, after all, been trained for this his entire life. Whilst his Father might be second son by birth, he had always maintained his children would be raised as princes, and as eldest, Achilleas had been groomed for leadership since almost before he could walk. Now he had it, he wasn’t going to let some grumpy farmers ruin his chance to shine.
That was the sentiment underscoring his thoughts as he penned a strongly worded missive to one of those men who had been most objectionable, the baron requesting his attendance the following day so the matter of grain tax might be discussed again. He signed with a flourish before letting the ink dry and sealing the parchment with the lion head seal of the Mikaelidas.
Picking the excess wax off the gold signet ring he wore, Achilleas looked up as the housekeeper knocked and entered to announce his guest had arrived, and at that news, the young baron dismissed the idea of any more work to be done that day. He’d done enough hadn’t he?
Pushing back from the desk he sat behind, Achilleas wandered through the Kalospiti to the foyer, greeting his visitor with a warm embrace.
“Krysto! I am glad to see you.” And the smile that he wore said as much. Ever since his father had granted him the barony, Achilleas had been dying to show it off a little, proud of his new status. He drew back from his friend and waved an arm. “Come on then...do you want to look around?”
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It had been a strange thing; to move away from Vasiliadon and his family and take up residence in what was now his own home. Euttica was not unfamiliar to him, it had been one of the provinces that his father had personally kept an eye on in the years gone by, but now its governance sat squarely upon the shoulders of Irakles’ eldest child, and Achilleas was determined not to disappoint.
He had petitioned for his old tutor to remain to offer some guidance where needed, Argus was a wise man, and a good deal more approachable that his father, but whilst his suggestion had been allowed, it had come with the strict reminder that any decision making was to come from Achilleas alone, and so he had done his best to abide by that.
Mostly, the Lords and commonfolk he had dealt with had been amicable and easy enough to work with, but there were a couple who Achilleas thought were disagreeable and obstinate for no good reason. It had been Argus who had pointed out how it might be difficult for these elder men to accept the rule of one so young. He didn’t see why it should be so - he had, after all, been trained for this his entire life. Whilst his Father might be second son by birth, he had always maintained his children would be raised as princes, and as eldest, Achilleas had been groomed for leadership since almost before he could walk. Now he had it, he wasn’t going to let some grumpy farmers ruin his chance to shine.
That was the sentiment underscoring his thoughts as he penned a strongly worded missive to one of those men who had been most objectionable, the baron requesting his attendance the following day so the matter of grain tax might be discussed again. He signed with a flourish before letting the ink dry and sealing the parchment with the lion head seal of the Mikaelidas.
Picking the excess wax off the gold signet ring he wore, Achilleas looked up as the housekeeper knocked and entered to announce his guest had arrived, and at that news, the young baron dismissed the idea of any more work to be done that day. He’d done enough hadn’t he?
Pushing back from the desk he sat behind, Achilleas wandered through the Kalospiti to the foyer, greeting his visitor with a warm embrace.
“Krysto! I am glad to see you.” And the smile that he wore said as much. Ever since his father had granted him the barony, Achilleas had been dying to show it off a little, proud of his new status. He drew back from his friend and waved an arm. “Come on then...do you want to look around?”
It had been a strange thing; to move away from Vasiliadon and his family and take up residence in what was now his own home. Euttica was not unfamiliar to him, it had been one of the provinces that his father had personally kept an eye on in the years gone by, but now its governance sat squarely upon the shoulders of Irakles’ eldest child, and Achilleas was determined not to disappoint.
He had petitioned for his old tutor to remain to offer some guidance where needed, Argus was a wise man, and a good deal more approachable that his father, but whilst his suggestion had been allowed, it had come with the strict reminder that any decision making was to come from Achilleas alone, and so he had done his best to abide by that.
Mostly, the Lords and commonfolk he had dealt with had been amicable and easy enough to work with, but there were a couple who Achilleas thought were disagreeable and obstinate for no good reason. It had been Argus who had pointed out how it might be difficult for these elder men to accept the rule of one so young. He didn’t see why it should be so - he had, after all, been trained for this his entire life. Whilst his Father might be second son by birth, he had always maintained his children would be raised as princes, and as eldest, Achilleas had been groomed for leadership since almost before he could walk. Now he had it, he wasn’t going to let some grumpy farmers ruin his chance to shine.
That was the sentiment underscoring his thoughts as he penned a strongly worded missive to one of those men who had been most objectionable, the baron requesting his attendance the following day so the matter of grain tax might be discussed again. He signed with a flourish before letting the ink dry and sealing the parchment with the lion head seal of the Mikaelidas.
Picking the excess wax off the gold signet ring he wore, Achilleas looked up as the housekeeper knocked and entered to announce his guest had arrived, and at that news, the young baron dismissed the idea of any more work to be done that day. He’d done enough hadn’t he?
Pushing back from the desk he sat behind, Achilleas wandered through the Kalospiti to the foyer, greeting his visitor with a warm embrace.
“Krysto! I am glad to see you.” And the smile that he wore said as much. Ever since his father had granted him the barony, Achilleas had been dying to show it off a little, proud of his new status. He drew back from his friend and waved an arm. “Come on then...do you want to look around?”
It was rare that Krysto took any time at all away from his military and Order duties. They were his whole life, his whole purpose. At least, that was what he often told himself. It was odd, of all things, to be taking what one could actually call a vacation. He had been given his permission to take his leave of his duties for a few days, and though it initially made him anxious, the longer he sat astride his horse, the more relaxed he grew. This visit was going to go well. It wasn't as if he never saw Lord Achilleas, on the contrary, they saw one another often, but the chance to just be in his company, as Krysto often preferred it, was something that was hard not to jump at.
The ride from Vasiliadon to his home of Euttica was familiar, and for that reason, it seemed to drag on and on and on. It was not such a bad thing, for it gave him the time he needed to clear his mind and assert that he was to relax the next few days. Talk of work would be discouraged, Krysto was sure, and he welcomed such an escape, truthfully.
By early afternoon, the young soldier was riding up the path toward Kalospiti Kydos and looking more forward to seeing his friend than he had been even an hour before. The grounds, as always, were exceedingly beautiful and well taken-care of. Krysto had always admired them each and every time he had been here. But this time was different. It was Achilleas at the held of running this province and this home. The only thing that would eventually make things easier for the man would be when he married and his wife took over the running of the large homestead.
Making it up the path, through the gate, and dismounting before the steps of the manor, Krysto took a moment to brush the dust off of his clothes. One of the servants rushed inside quickly to alert the lord of the home to Krysto's presence, and before long Krysto and Achilleas were embracing one another as friends often did. It was a relief to see the young man so relaxed, rather than stressed at every single thing. "You speak as if we do not see one another often enough," Krysto teased lightly, "Perhaps you should take more time out of your day for good friends."
Krysto was joking, and his expression was easygoing. Looking around, the young man nodded. "I have been here many times before, but a tour without the shadow of Lord Irakles sounds rather delightful, doesn't it?" He was smirking now, leaning back and then letting go of Achilleas. "Where shall we start then, my lord?"
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It was rare that Krysto took any time at all away from his military and Order duties. They were his whole life, his whole purpose. At least, that was what he often told himself. It was odd, of all things, to be taking what one could actually call a vacation. He had been given his permission to take his leave of his duties for a few days, and though it initially made him anxious, the longer he sat astride his horse, the more relaxed he grew. This visit was going to go well. It wasn't as if he never saw Lord Achilleas, on the contrary, they saw one another often, but the chance to just be in his company, as Krysto often preferred it, was something that was hard not to jump at.
The ride from Vasiliadon to his home of Euttica was familiar, and for that reason, it seemed to drag on and on and on. It was not such a bad thing, for it gave him the time he needed to clear his mind and assert that he was to relax the next few days. Talk of work would be discouraged, Krysto was sure, and he welcomed such an escape, truthfully.
By early afternoon, the young soldier was riding up the path toward Kalospiti Kydos and looking more forward to seeing his friend than he had been even an hour before. The grounds, as always, were exceedingly beautiful and well taken-care of. Krysto had always admired them each and every time he had been here. But this time was different. It was Achilleas at the held of running this province and this home. The only thing that would eventually make things easier for the man would be when he married and his wife took over the running of the large homestead.
Making it up the path, through the gate, and dismounting before the steps of the manor, Krysto took a moment to brush the dust off of his clothes. One of the servants rushed inside quickly to alert the lord of the home to Krysto's presence, and before long Krysto and Achilleas were embracing one another as friends often did. It was a relief to see the young man so relaxed, rather than stressed at every single thing. "You speak as if we do not see one another often enough," Krysto teased lightly, "Perhaps you should take more time out of your day for good friends."
Krysto was joking, and his expression was easygoing. Looking around, the young man nodded. "I have been here many times before, but a tour without the shadow of Lord Irakles sounds rather delightful, doesn't it?" He was smirking now, leaning back and then letting go of Achilleas. "Where shall we start then, my lord?"
It was rare that Krysto took any time at all away from his military and Order duties. They were his whole life, his whole purpose. At least, that was what he often told himself. It was odd, of all things, to be taking what one could actually call a vacation. He had been given his permission to take his leave of his duties for a few days, and though it initially made him anxious, the longer he sat astride his horse, the more relaxed he grew. This visit was going to go well. It wasn't as if he never saw Lord Achilleas, on the contrary, they saw one another often, but the chance to just be in his company, as Krysto often preferred it, was something that was hard not to jump at.
The ride from Vasiliadon to his home of Euttica was familiar, and for that reason, it seemed to drag on and on and on. It was not such a bad thing, for it gave him the time he needed to clear his mind and assert that he was to relax the next few days. Talk of work would be discouraged, Krysto was sure, and he welcomed such an escape, truthfully.
By early afternoon, the young soldier was riding up the path toward Kalospiti Kydos and looking more forward to seeing his friend than he had been even an hour before. The grounds, as always, were exceedingly beautiful and well taken-care of. Krysto had always admired them each and every time he had been here. But this time was different. It was Achilleas at the held of running this province and this home. The only thing that would eventually make things easier for the man would be when he married and his wife took over the running of the large homestead.
Making it up the path, through the gate, and dismounting before the steps of the manor, Krysto took a moment to brush the dust off of his clothes. One of the servants rushed inside quickly to alert the lord of the home to Krysto's presence, and before long Krysto and Achilleas were embracing one another as friends often did. It was a relief to see the young man so relaxed, rather than stressed at every single thing. "You speak as if we do not see one another often enough," Krysto teased lightly, "Perhaps you should take more time out of your day for good friends."
Krysto was joking, and his expression was easygoing. Looking around, the young man nodded. "I have been here many times before, but a tour without the shadow of Lord Irakles sounds rather delightful, doesn't it?" He was smirking now, leaning back and then letting go of Achilleas. "Where shall we start then, my lord?"
“Perhaps we do not” Achilleas replied. “Maybe my so-called good friends have not made enough time to come out here to see me, even in my new role as a baron. I shall have to speak to them.”
He shot Krysto a sideways look and a grin before drifting toward the left wing of the house. It was true that the young man might have visited before, but it was hardly a common occurrence to get a guided tour. Achilleas and Krysto had been more likely to tumble into the kitchen dusty and hot after training and then be shooed out again by the cook once they’d gotten their hands on warm bread and apple juice. And he could hardly disagree that it was a lot more relaxed knowing that his father wasn’t about to come around the corner and scold them for being too loud, or for shirking their responsibilities.
It had been strange at first, had taken a while for Achilleas to grow into the silence and quiet that came with living apart from his family. But he grew into well, and with it grew more confident in his duties as baron. Not that they were first and foremost on his mind now Krysto was here.
“That's the beauty of it, my friend. We can start wherever we want.” He ducked his head slightly to look out through the windows. Outside the sky was bright, and it was too tempting a thing to pass up. “We can go to the orchards. The peaches are very sweet.” There were some sweet farm girls too who worked there sometimes; Achilleas found himself distracted as he watched them wash the fruit in the courtyard before it got packed into crates. Not that such knowledge swayed his choice at all.
He led Krysto through the kalospiti and out through the courtyard at the back, following the stone pathways through the formal garden until they petered out and the orchards sloped down the hill before them. As they walked, the dark-haired lord turned to his friend. “How have things been in Vasiliadon? How are things with the Order?”
Achilleas was almost envious of his friend’s enrolment into the order. He would have been a lot more envious were it not for the barony, but still, there was something impressive about the sombre-faced men who served the city. And his own father was a member and other important Lords.
He reached up one long arm to snag a peach from the tree they walked beneath and tossed it easily toward his friend, trusting Krysto’s reactions. He had grown tall but had yet to come into the full muscle that his frame promised, and Achilleas hated that it made him look boyish still. He eyed Krysto slyly to see how they compared. “Is the training very hard?”
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“Perhaps we do not” Achilleas replied. “Maybe my so-called good friends have not made enough time to come out here to see me, even in my new role as a baron. I shall have to speak to them.”
He shot Krysto a sideways look and a grin before drifting toward the left wing of the house. It was true that the young man might have visited before, but it was hardly a common occurrence to get a guided tour. Achilleas and Krysto had been more likely to tumble into the kitchen dusty and hot after training and then be shooed out again by the cook once they’d gotten their hands on warm bread and apple juice. And he could hardly disagree that it was a lot more relaxed knowing that his father wasn’t about to come around the corner and scold them for being too loud, or for shirking their responsibilities.
It had been strange at first, had taken a while for Achilleas to grow into the silence and quiet that came with living apart from his family. But he grew into well, and with it grew more confident in his duties as baron. Not that they were first and foremost on his mind now Krysto was here.
“That's the beauty of it, my friend. We can start wherever we want.” He ducked his head slightly to look out through the windows. Outside the sky was bright, and it was too tempting a thing to pass up. “We can go to the orchards. The peaches are very sweet.” There were some sweet farm girls too who worked there sometimes; Achilleas found himself distracted as he watched them wash the fruit in the courtyard before it got packed into crates. Not that such knowledge swayed his choice at all.
He led Krysto through the kalospiti and out through the courtyard at the back, following the stone pathways through the formal garden until they petered out and the orchards sloped down the hill before them. As they walked, the dark-haired lord turned to his friend. “How have things been in Vasiliadon? How are things with the Order?”
Achilleas was almost envious of his friend’s enrolment into the order. He would have been a lot more envious were it not for the barony, but still, there was something impressive about the sombre-faced men who served the city. And his own father was a member and other important Lords.
He reached up one long arm to snag a peach from the tree they walked beneath and tossed it easily toward his friend, trusting Krysto’s reactions. He had grown tall but had yet to come into the full muscle that his frame promised, and Achilleas hated that it made him look boyish still. He eyed Krysto slyly to see how they compared. “Is the training very hard?”
“Perhaps we do not” Achilleas replied. “Maybe my so-called good friends have not made enough time to come out here to see me, even in my new role as a baron. I shall have to speak to them.”
He shot Krysto a sideways look and a grin before drifting toward the left wing of the house. It was true that the young man might have visited before, but it was hardly a common occurrence to get a guided tour. Achilleas and Krysto had been more likely to tumble into the kitchen dusty and hot after training and then be shooed out again by the cook once they’d gotten their hands on warm bread and apple juice. And he could hardly disagree that it was a lot more relaxed knowing that his father wasn’t about to come around the corner and scold them for being too loud, or for shirking their responsibilities.
It had been strange at first, had taken a while for Achilleas to grow into the silence and quiet that came with living apart from his family. But he grew into well, and with it grew more confident in his duties as baron. Not that they were first and foremost on his mind now Krysto was here.
“That's the beauty of it, my friend. We can start wherever we want.” He ducked his head slightly to look out through the windows. Outside the sky was bright, and it was too tempting a thing to pass up. “We can go to the orchards. The peaches are very sweet.” There were some sweet farm girls too who worked there sometimes; Achilleas found himself distracted as he watched them wash the fruit in the courtyard before it got packed into crates. Not that such knowledge swayed his choice at all.
He led Krysto through the kalospiti and out through the courtyard at the back, following the stone pathways through the formal garden until they petered out and the orchards sloped down the hill before them. As they walked, the dark-haired lord turned to his friend. “How have things been in Vasiliadon? How are things with the Order?”
Achilleas was almost envious of his friend’s enrolment into the order. He would have been a lot more envious were it not for the barony, but still, there was something impressive about the sombre-faced men who served the city. And his own father was a member and other important Lords.
He reached up one long arm to snag a peach from the tree they walked beneath and tossed it easily toward his friend, trusting Krysto’s reactions. He had grown tall but had yet to come into the full muscle that his frame promised, and Achilleas hated that it made him look boyish still. He eyed Krysto slyly to see how they compared. “Is the training very hard?”
Krysto found himself smiling at Achilleas, taking the teasing in stride. It was true. Both of them were busy young men. Achilleas with his new barony and Krysto with his continued duties within the Order. He had spent years working with the Order, but mostly as an initiate. To be a full member of the Order now? It was refreshing. Now he was one of the men training new recruits. Some older than him. Some younger. It was work he enjoyed. Hard work. Worthwhile work. He felt fulfilled. Entirely.
Shoving his hands casually into the front of his chiton in order to appear somewhat shy, Krysto shrugged his shoulders a little. "I have made time now," Krysto admitted, "A few days worth of time with hopefully more to come," he said lightly. For now that he was no longer an initiate, he was free to explore the rest of his young life. He was not required to live within the Order House or take each of his meals there. So long as he completed his duties, he was also a free man. And that had turned his interests into new horizons.
The last few times he had been here, they had been training and his steps had really only taken him so far as the kitchen. Sometimes a spare room if it was too dark to return to his own home not too far away. But now? Now there was freedom here. The two friends could spend their time in one another's company doing literally anything that they wanted. That was the beauty of it, and Krysto gave a firm nod of agreement at that statement falling from Achilleas' mouth. "The orchards sound pleasant," the young soldier mused, looking more relaxed than he had in a while.
He was happy to follow whatever tour that Achilleas was going to give him, keeping up with the conversation between them in the process. He also found his gaze a little distracted by the women in the orchard, but those thoughts were for another day and another time. "Things with the Order are stable," Krysto hummed, flashing the other man a calm smile. "I enjoy my duties. I work hard. The people know me when they see me. Its... refreshing work," Krysto nodded.
The mention of training had Krysto lifting a dark eyebrow at his friend. "It is somewhat harder than what they gave us in the military service," the man hummed lightly. "It takes a lot of time and effort. You know how much time I spent as an initiate," Krysto mused with a smile, "But its worthwhile. When you join, I'm sure you will find it the same," and then his blue gaze cast out toward the orchards again. He just barely caught sight of the peach being tossed his way, catching it with one hand and grinning. He was starving and this looked perfectly edible. Juicy and delicious, even. Krysto took a bite of the fruit, chewing slowly as they walked together.
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Krysto found himself smiling at Achilleas, taking the teasing in stride. It was true. Both of them were busy young men. Achilleas with his new barony and Krysto with his continued duties within the Order. He had spent years working with the Order, but mostly as an initiate. To be a full member of the Order now? It was refreshing. Now he was one of the men training new recruits. Some older than him. Some younger. It was work he enjoyed. Hard work. Worthwhile work. He felt fulfilled. Entirely.
Shoving his hands casually into the front of his chiton in order to appear somewhat shy, Krysto shrugged his shoulders a little. "I have made time now," Krysto admitted, "A few days worth of time with hopefully more to come," he said lightly. For now that he was no longer an initiate, he was free to explore the rest of his young life. He was not required to live within the Order House or take each of his meals there. So long as he completed his duties, he was also a free man. And that had turned his interests into new horizons.
The last few times he had been here, they had been training and his steps had really only taken him so far as the kitchen. Sometimes a spare room if it was too dark to return to his own home not too far away. But now? Now there was freedom here. The two friends could spend their time in one another's company doing literally anything that they wanted. That was the beauty of it, and Krysto gave a firm nod of agreement at that statement falling from Achilleas' mouth. "The orchards sound pleasant," the young soldier mused, looking more relaxed than he had in a while.
He was happy to follow whatever tour that Achilleas was going to give him, keeping up with the conversation between them in the process. He also found his gaze a little distracted by the women in the orchard, but those thoughts were for another day and another time. "Things with the Order are stable," Krysto hummed, flashing the other man a calm smile. "I enjoy my duties. I work hard. The people know me when they see me. Its... refreshing work," Krysto nodded.
The mention of training had Krysto lifting a dark eyebrow at his friend. "It is somewhat harder than what they gave us in the military service," the man hummed lightly. "It takes a lot of time and effort. You know how much time I spent as an initiate," Krysto mused with a smile, "But its worthwhile. When you join, I'm sure you will find it the same," and then his blue gaze cast out toward the orchards again. He just barely caught sight of the peach being tossed his way, catching it with one hand and grinning. He was starving and this looked perfectly edible. Juicy and delicious, even. Krysto took a bite of the fruit, chewing slowly as they walked together.
Krysto found himself smiling at Achilleas, taking the teasing in stride. It was true. Both of them were busy young men. Achilleas with his new barony and Krysto with his continued duties within the Order. He had spent years working with the Order, but mostly as an initiate. To be a full member of the Order now? It was refreshing. Now he was one of the men training new recruits. Some older than him. Some younger. It was work he enjoyed. Hard work. Worthwhile work. He felt fulfilled. Entirely.
Shoving his hands casually into the front of his chiton in order to appear somewhat shy, Krysto shrugged his shoulders a little. "I have made time now," Krysto admitted, "A few days worth of time with hopefully more to come," he said lightly. For now that he was no longer an initiate, he was free to explore the rest of his young life. He was not required to live within the Order House or take each of his meals there. So long as he completed his duties, he was also a free man. And that had turned his interests into new horizons.
The last few times he had been here, they had been training and his steps had really only taken him so far as the kitchen. Sometimes a spare room if it was too dark to return to his own home not too far away. But now? Now there was freedom here. The two friends could spend their time in one another's company doing literally anything that they wanted. That was the beauty of it, and Krysto gave a firm nod of agreement at that statement falling from Achilleas' mouth. "The orchards sound pleasant," the young soldier mused, looking more relaxed than he had in a while.
He was happy to follow whatever tour that Achilleas was going to give him, keeping up with the conversation between them in the process. He also found his gaze a little distracted by the women in the orchard, but those thoughts were for another day and another time. "Things with the Order are stable," Krysto hummed, flashing the other man a calm smile. "I enjoy my duties. I work hard. The people know me when they see me. Its... refreshing work," Krysto nodded.
The mention of training had Krysto lifting a dark eyebrow at his friend. "It is somewhat harder than what they gave us in the military service," the man hummed lightly. "It takes a lot of time and effort. You know how much time I spent as an initiate," Krysto mused with a smile, "But its worthwhile. When you join, I'm sure you will find it the same," and then his blue gaze cast out toward the orchards again. He just barely caught sight of the peach being tossed his way, catching it with one hand and grinning. He was starving and this looked perfectly edible. Juicy and delicious, even. Krysto took a bite of the fruit, chewing slowly as they walked together.
Krysto always seemed fairly content with his lot in his life, Achilleas mused, as they wandered through the fruit groves. It was one of the things he liked about him; he was steady and calm and untaxing. Still, it didn’t mean he wasn’t immune to feeling a little competitive with him sometimes, and he could admit to being a little envious of the training that Krysto was getting through his work with the Order.
'It is somewhat harder than what they gave us in the military service. It takes a lot of time and effort. You know how much time I spent as an initiate. But its worthwhile. When you join, I'm sure you will find it the same'
Achilleas had worked hard at his training, still did, because nothing other than being the best would be enough to satisfy his father. He half-worried that perhaps Krysto would get the edge on him, and so pressed a little as to what exactly he’d been learning.
“But how does it differ to what we’ve already learned? Have you done anything new? You should show me.”
He took a bite of a peach he’d snagged for himself. They really were good and tasted ripe with the promise of the fine summer that lay ahead. Achilleas was beginning to relax into his new role he didn’t feel quite so out of place in the dikastirio now, and the freedom of living in Euttica definitely had its perks. Especially now with the long days and the balmy weather. Krysto being around just made it that much better.
“Tomorrow, we can go for a ride up into the mountains maybe. I don’t have to go back to Vasiliadon until Friday, when are you expected back? Will you stay here or with your family?”
Krysto’s family lived in the town, and Achilleas had come to know them reasonably well over the years too. Ever since the two boys had struck up an unlikely friendship in military training. Krysto was a good enough student that Irakles didn’t seem to mind too much his lower birth, either that or simply did not pay enough attention about where his eldest child disappeared to after his lessons were done.
Achilleas had spent many an afternoon sat around the small table in Krysto’s kitchen watching how his family interacted and comparing it - sometimes unfavourably - with his own home. It had been Krysto’s father who’d wrapped his wrist when he’d fallen from his first horse. A disagreeable creature that the boy had chosen just to prove he could master him, only it had taken its toll, and he’d hidden the injuries from his own family in fear his father would take the animal back and see it as a failure. Akylas had tutted though at the clumsy efforts Achilleas had made to strap up his arm and had made the boys come in and sit down so he might do it properly. But he hadn’t mentioned it to the Baron. It was exactly that sort of kindness that made the Mikaelidas boy feel so at home with his friend’s family, and so grateful for his friend.
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Krysto always seemed fairly content with his lot in his life, Achilleas mused, as they wandered through the fruit groves. It was one of the things he liked about him; he was steady and calm and untaxing. Still, it didn’t mean he wasn’t immune to feeling a little competitive with him sometimes, and he could admit to being a little envious of the training that Krysto was getting through his work with the Order.
'It is somewhat harder than what they gave us in the military service. It takes a lot of time and effort. You know how much time I spent as an initiate. But its worthwhile. When you join, I'm sure you will find it the same'
Achilleas had worked hard at his training, still did, because nothing other than being the best would be enough to satisfy his father. He half-worried that perhaps Krysto would get the edge on him, and so pressed a little as to what exactly he’d been learning.
“But how does it differ to what we’ve already learned? Have you done anything new? You should show me.”
He took a bite of a peach he’d snagged for himself. They really were good and tasted ripe with the promise of the fine summer that lay ahead. Achilleas was beginning to relax into his new role he didn’t feel quite so out of place in the dikastirio now, and the freedom of living in Euttica definitely had its perks. Especially now with the long days and the balmy weather. Krysto being around just made it that much better.
“Tomorrow, we can go for a ride up into the mountains maybe. I don’t have to go back to Vasiliadon until Friday, when are you expected back? Will you stay here or with your family?”
Krysto’s family lived in the town, and Achilleas had come to know them reasonably well over the years too. Ever since the two boys had struck up an unlikely friendship in military training. Krysto was a good enough student that Irakles didn’t seem to mind too much his lower birth, either that or simply did not pay enough attention about where his eldest child disappeared to after his lessons were done.
Achilleas had spent many an afternoon sat around the small table in Krysto’s kitchen watching how his family interacted and comparing it - sometimes unfavourably - with his own home. It had been Krysto’s father who’d wrapped his wrist when he’d fallen from his first horse. A disagreeable creature that the boy had chosen just to prove he could master him, only it had taken its toll, and he’d hidden the injuries from his own family in fear his father would take the animal back and see it as a failure. Akylas had tutted though at the clumsy efforts Achilleas had made to strap up his arm and had made the boys come in and sit down so he might do it properly. But he hadn’t mentioned it to the Baron. It was exactly that sort of kindness that made the Mikaelidas boy feel so at home with his friend’s family, and so grateful for his friend.
Krysto always seemed fairly content with his lot in his life, Achilleas mused, as they wandered through the fruit groves. It was one of the things he liked about him; he was steady and calm and untaxing. Still, it didn’t mean he wasn’t immune to feeling a little competitive with him sometimes, and he could admit to being a little envious of the training that Krysto was getting through his work with the Order.
'It is somewhat harder than what they gave us in the military service. It takes a lot of time and effort. You know how much time I spent as an initiate. But its worthwhile. When you join, I'm sure you will find it the same'
Achilleas had worked hard at his training, still did, because nothing other than being the best would be enough to satisfy his father. He half-worried that perhaps Krysto would get the edge on him, and so pressed a little as to what exactly he’d been learning.
“But how does it differ to what we’ve already learned? Have you done anything new? You should show me.”
He took a bite of a peach he’d snagged for himself. They really were good and tasted ripe with the promise of the fine summer that lay ahead. Achilleas was beginning to relax into his new role he didn’t feel quite so out of place in the dikastirio now, and the freedom of living in Euttica definitely had its perks. Especially now with the long days and the balmy weather. Krysto being around just made it that much better.
“Tomorrow, we can go for a ride up into the mountains maybe. I don’t have to go back to Vasiliadon until Friday, when are you expected back? Will you stay here or with your family?”
Krysto’s family lived in the town, and Achilleas had come to know them reasonably well over the years too. Ever since the two boys had struck up an unlikely friendship in military training. Krysto was a good enough student that Irakles didn’t seem to mind too much his lower birth, either that or simply did not pay enough attention about where his eldest child disappeared to after his lessons were done.
Achilleas had spent many an afternoon sat around the small table in Krysto’s kitchen watching how his family interacted and comparing it - sometimes unfavourably - with his own home. It had been Krysto’s father who’d wrapped his wrist when he’d fallen from his first horse. A disagreeable creature that the boy had chosen just to prove he could master him, only it had taken its toll, and he’d hidden the injuries from his own family in fear his father would take the animal back and see it as a failure. Akylas had tutted though at the clumsy efforts Achilleas had made to strap up his arm and had made the boys come in and sit down so he might do it properly. But he hadn’t mentioned it to the Baron. It was exactly that sort of kindness that made the Mikaelidas boy feel so at home with his friend’s family, and so grateful for his friend.
