Purpose. Distraction. Whatever it was, it drove Leto to throw herself headlong into preoccupying her mind. With the calamity that surrounded the omen or blessing that was the whales beaching, the city had been alight with worrying minds. Leto found herself entirely guilty of becoming absorbed in the talk.

Frequently, she made her way through the market, trying to hear the news and learn of anything that was discovered. To some relief, the majority of the whale meat was untarnished and it did not seem that they were marked or scarred by any larger predator. That, in a sense, was a relief but offered no explanation behind it. Which led to the speculation - was it a blessing or a curse?

Prices for whale oil had dropped significantly with the drastic increase of supply, and became a cheaper alternative for the lamps. Yet, now, everything in Colchis seemed to have this odd, oceanic scent permeating the air. That alone kept current events on the tip of everyone's tongue, like a constant reminder of what happened. 

Leto found her correspondence with others increasing. Normally, she kept frequent missives flying between herself and Lady Iolanthe, who had been withdrawn to Arcanaes for some time now. Her missives, for now, seemed one sided as she had not heard a response in some weeks, but she kept them going, keeping her dear friend abreast of the happenings in Midas.

Then, there were those between herself and Lady Imeeya. Despite their difference in age and station, it seemed that a companionship was forming between them. They could keep one another's company with their no-nonsense and determined lack of frivolity. Their acquaintance was warming, now to the point of invitations to call upon House Drakos on her own arriving.

That was what brought her there today. With Magnus drawn away once again by suspicious activities in far away provinces, she was able to travel more freely and without consistent accompaniment. Iolanthe's gifts kept her confident enough not to seem an utter embarrassment. Today, she wore the dove-grey gown, adorned with a few striking dark stones on silver chains, making soft statements without being distracting. The only outlier there was Silanos' gold and sapphire bracelet that she never went without.

As she coiled her hair and draped it over her shoulder, Leto felt that she was getting the hang of this, and became more familiar with the painted face, upright posture, and confident air of the woman in the mirror.

Presenting the missive bearing the Drakos seal at the entrance to the Estate, Leto was permitted within. The houseservant who guided her seemed a bit...off...as if she were startled earlier and had not shaken the feeling.

"I will let my Lady know you have come, however...she may be indisposed."

"Is something the matter? Has something happened?" Leto asked, curiously, worried for her friend. It had seemed that a number of things had been on her mind lately, and if there was one thing she had surmised from her connection with Lady Imeeya, was that it would take something rather significant for her to be considered 'indisposed'.

It did not help that the houseservant all but buttoned her own lips by biting her lower one in response, glancing to and fro a moment as if considering to confess it, but deciding against.

"I will let her know of your arrival." With that, the girl dipped into a curtsey and departed, leaving Leto there with a furrowed brow of concern. 

Once again diving into distraction, Leto glanced around the parlor, drawn to the shelves of books along the wall and pulling one into her hands, reading the title page and flipping through it as she waited.