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The battle had been far worse than Dorothea could have ever imagined. She knew that she was going to be participating in something worse than a hunt, but it was days later and she could still smell blood everywhere she went. By the gods blessings, she had so far been unscathed, a few cuts and bruises here and there were all that marred her for now. Others had not faired so well. Lieutenant Phaedra was injured and Zosime…it even hurt Dorothea to think of her. Likely dead somewhere on the battlefield. She knew there would be casualties, but wasn’t really prepared to know many of those who died. From their brief interactions, Dorothea had come to like and admire Zosi. It wasn’t fair.
The one good thing that had come from the days of fighting was that Dorothea no longer was an unknown factor to the archers around her. Her skill had been recognized and she had done a good job of understanding the mechanics of battle. It was a little disorienting at first, but all of her reading on the subject had actually paid off. Not to mention, she was a quick learner. And she was steadfast. Her nerves were certainly shaken, but she could separate them when it came time to fight. It was the same kind of concentration when she was hunting. She was quite good at blocking everything out.
It served her well here, though she was feeling rather numb at this point. Yet, she had to carry on. It wasn’t as if she could leave now because she was over it. Besides, as much as Dorothea would like to do that on some level, she also knew that she was helping in some small way. She had saved lives. Perhaps as many as she had taken. Now, that was what made her sick. She had never taken a life before. And for all she had thought about it, she still could not make a good justification for it besides the fact that those coming at her were going to kill someone on their side.
These unpleasant thoughts had been swirling in her head ever since the battle had taken a break and she’d had time to think of them. The Dimitrou hadn’t breathed a word to anyone else about what she was thinking, however, knowing that most everyone around her had been through far worse. Or at least, they had been through the exact same thing before. Dorothea didn’t want to betray just how green she was.
Despite her inexperience in battle, it was clear to Dorothea that their unit needed a leader. With Zosi missing and Phaedra injured, the other women archers seemed a bit lost. They tended to their tasks, preparing for the next battle, but it seemed to Dorothea that they kept looking around for direction. Finally, Dorothea decided that she would seek out what that direction would be. Even if Phaedra was injured, surely she would have some sort of plan for what was next. For who would take over. And since nobody seemed to have stepped up, Dorothea took it upon herself to find out.
Entering the medical tent, she looked about for their commander, knowing that she probably wasn’t welcome. It was only the belief that they needed to be prepared that propelled the young woman on. And her genuine concern for the lieutenant, who she knew must be hurting. In more ways than just physically.
After some direction, Dorothea made her way to Phaedra with some food and drink in hand. She didn’t know if the other woman would want any of it, but it was a peace offering of sorts. Locating Phaedra’s cot, Dorothea approached, taking in the blonde’s condition.
“Hello, Lieutenant. I brought you some food and drink if you’d like it. I came to see how you are.” And more, but it might be best to ease into this conversation.
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The battle had been far worse than Dorothea could have ever imagined. She knew that she was going to be participating in something worse than a hunt, but it was days later and she could still smell blood everywhere she went. By the gods blessings, she had so far been unscathed, a few cuts and bruises here and there were all that marred her for now. Others had not faired so well. Lieutenant Phaedra was injured and Zosime…it even hurt Dorothea to think of her. Likely dead somewhere on the battlefield. She knew there would be casualties, but wasn’t really prepared to know many of those who died. From their brief interactions, Dorothea had come to like and admire Zosi. It wasn’t fair.
The one good thing that had come from the days of fighting was that Dorothea no longer was an unknown factor to the archers around her. Her skill had been recognized and she had done a good job of understanding the mechanics of battle. It was a little disorienting at first, but all of her reading on the subject had actually paid off. Not to mention, she was a quick learner. And she was steadfast. Her nerves were certainly shaken, but she could separate them when it came time to fight. It was the same kind of concentration when she was hunting. She was quite good at blocking everything out.
It served her well here, though she was feeling rather numb at this point. Yet, she had to carry on. It wasn’t as if she could leave now because she was over it. Besides, as much as Dorothea would like to do that on some level, she also knew that she was helping in some small way. She had saved lives. Perhaps as many as she had taken. Now, that was what made her sick. She had never taken a life before. And for all she had thought about it, she still could not make a good justification for it besides the fact that those coming at her were going to kill someone on their side.
These unpleasant thoughts had been swirling in her head ever since the battle had taken a break and she’d had time to think of them. The Dimitrou hadn’t breathed a word to anyone else about what she was thinking, however, knowing that most everyone around her had been through far worse. Or at least, they had been through the exact same thing before. Dorothea didn’t want to betray just how green she was.
Despite her inexperience in battle, it was clear to Dorothea that their unit needed a leader. With Zosi missing and Phaedra injured, the other women archers seemed a bit lost. They tended to their tasks, preparing for the next battle, but it seemed to Dorothea that they kept looking around for direction. Finally, Dorothea decided that she would seek out what that direction would be. Even if Phaedra was injured, surely she would have some sort of plan for what was next. For who would take over. And since nobody seemed to have stepped up, Dorothea took it upon herself to find out.
Entering the medical tent, she looked about for their commander, knowing that she probably wasn’t welcome. It was only the belief that they needed to be prepared that propelled the young woman on. And her genuine concern for the lieutenant, who she knew must be hurting. In more ways than just physically.
After some direction, Dorothea made her way to Phaedra with some food and drink in hand. She didn’t know if the other woman would want any of it, but it was a peace offering of sorts. Locating Phaedra’s cot, Dorothea approached, taking in the blonde’s condition.
“Hello, Lieutenant. I brought you some food and drink if you’d like it. I came to see how you are.” And more, but it might be best to ease into this conversation.
The battle had been far worse than Dorothea could have ever imagined. She knew that she was going to be participating in something worse than a hunt, but it was days later and she could still smell blood everywhere she went. By the gods blessings, she had so far been unscathed, a few cuts and bruises here and there were all that marred her for now. Others had not faired so well. Lieutenant Phaedra was injured and Zosime…it even hurt Dorothea to think of her. Likely dead somewhere on the battlefield. She knew there would be casualties, but wasn’t really prepared to know many of those who died. From their brief interactions, Dorothea had come to like and admire Zosi. It wasn’t fair.
The one good thing that had come from the days of fighting was that Dorothea no longer was an unknown factor to the archers around her. Her skill had been recognized and she had done a good job of understanding the mechanics of battle. It was a little disorienting at first, but all of her reading on the subject had actually paid off. Not to mention, she was a quick learner. And she was steadfast. Her nerves were certainly shaken, but she could separate them when it came time to fight. It was the same kind of concentration when she was hunting. She was quite good at blocking everything out.
It served her well here, though she was feeling rather numb at this point. Yet, she had to carry on. It wasn’t as if she could leave now because she was over it. Besides, as much as Dorothea would like to do that on some level, she also knew that she was helping in some small way. She had saved lives. Perhaps as many as she had taken. Now, that was what made her sick. She had never taken a life before. And for all she had thought about it, she still could not make a good justification for it besides the fact that those coming at her were going to kill someone on their side.
These unpleasant thoughts had been swirling in her head ever since the battle had taken a break and she’d had time to think of them. The Dimitrou hadn’t breathed a word to anyone else about what she was thinking, however, knowing that most everyone around her had been through far worse. Or at least, they had been through the exact same thing before. Dorothea didn’t want to betray just how green she was.
Despite her inexperience in battle, it was clear to Dorothea that their unit needed a leader. With Zosi missing and Phaedra injured, the other women archers seemed a bit lost. They tended to their tasks, preparing for the next battle, but it seemed to Dorothea that they kept looking around for direction. Finally, Dorothea decided that she would seek out what that direction would be. Even if Phaedra was injured, surely she would have some sort of plan for what was next. For who would take over. And since nobody seemed to have stepped up, Dorothea took it upon herself to find out.
Entering the medical tent, she looked about for their commander, knowing that she probably wasn’t welcome. It was only the belief that they needed to be prepared that propelled the young woman on. And her genuine concern for the lieutenant, who she knew must be hurting. In more ways than just physically.
After some direction, Dorothea made her way to Phaedra with some food and drink in hand. She didn’t know if the other woman would want any of it, but it was a peace offering of sorts. Locating Phaedra’s cot, Dorothea approached, taking in the blonde’s condition.
“Hello, Lieutenant. I brought you some food and drink if you’d like it. I came to see how you are.” And more, but it might be best to ease into this conversation.
It had been hours since the day’s battle had ended, and there was still no news of Zosime. If Phaedra could have gone to search the battlefield herself, she would have, but instead, she was here, stuck in the healer’s tent. Whatever twist of fate had left her impaled through the leg was keeping her from doing exactly the thing that she needed to do. Regardless of what the healers had told her, Phaedra had taken it upon herself to attempt to make her way to the battlefield herself, but she was quickly forced to admit that her leg wasn’t going to hold her weight. She had been wrangled back to bed by the healers, with a scolding she thought was entirely unfair about reopening the wound.
Phaedra was forced to admit, there was nothing that she could do now. If they hadn’t found Zosi’s body by this point...No, Phaedra wasn’t going to allow herself that hope. She had seen what had happened to Zosime, there was no way she had walked off the battlefield. And if the Egyptians had taken her...Phaedra shuddered. No it would have been better for her to be dead. It would be better if they had a body though so she could have a proper burial. She hated the thought of Zosi stuck in the afterlife without the necessary coins to pay the ferryman Charon.
Then there was the matter of her soldiers. What was going to happen to them? Phaedra had always planned to have Zosime there to take over should she ever find herself out of commission. Zosi should have been there for this. Without her...well Phaedra hadn’t thought to plan for this eventuality. It was an oversight that she should have known better than to fall into at this stage of her career. But it was a circumstance that she had found it impossible to consider. Now she found herself here.
Her soldiers were smart, that much she was sure of. They’d find a way to work things out. She was sure of it. Or at least she was trying to convince herself of it. There was no use worrying about it when she was stuck here with nothing to think about but the pain in her leg.
Then the tent flap opened, and Dorothea entered. Although in their previous encounters, Phaedra had been skeptical that the woman was prepared for war, the woman had acquitted herself admirably so far. She had been made of tougher stuff than Phaedra had expected, and her shooting was like nothing Phaedra had ever seen. She was loathe to admit it, but likely the woman could even outshoot her.
Phaedra moved to prop herself up as the woman came in, despite her leg’s protestations at being jostled. She wasn’t about to suffer the indignity of addressing one of her soldiers while staring at the ceiling. “Thank you Dorothea,” Phaedra replied to her offer of food and drink. Honestly, the pain had been too distracting for her to think much about eating, but she knew she probably needed to eat. It was probably better that Dorothea had brought it than the healers, who she didn’t trust not to sneak painkillers into her food or drink that would leave her fuzzyheaded. That was not something she wanted right now, not when Zosi was still out there, unaccounted for.
“I don’t suppose there’s any news of Zosime?” Phaedra asked. It was the first thing on her mind any time someone came in with news of what was going on outside of this painfully confining tent.
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It had been hours since the day’s battle had ended, and there was still no news of Zosime. If Phaedra could have gone to search the battlefield herself, she would have, but instead, she was here, stuck in the healer’s tent. Whatever twist of fate had left her impaled through the leg was keeping her from doing exactly the thing that she needed to do. Regardless of what the healers had told her, Phaedra had taken it upon herself to attempt to make her way to the battlefield herself, but she was quickly forced to admit that her leg wasn’t going to hold her weight. She had been wrangled back to bed by the healers, with a scolding she thought was entirely unfair about reopening the wound.
Phaedra was forced to admit, there was nothing that she could do now. If they hadn’t found Zosi’s body by this point...No, Phaedra wasn’t going to allow herself that hope. She had seen what had happened to Zosime, there was no way she had walked off the battlefield. And if the Egyptians had taken her...Phaedra shuddered. No it would have been better for her to be dead. It would be better if they had a body though so she could have a proper burial. She hated the thought of Zosi stuck in the afterlife without the necessary coins to pay the ferryman Charon.
Then there was the matter of her soldiers. What was going to happen to them? Phaedra had always planned to have Zosime there to take over should she ever find herself out of commission. Zosi should have been there for this. Without her...well Phaedra hadn’t thought to plan for this eventuality. It was an oversight that she should have known better than to fall into at this stage of her career. But it was a circumstance that she had found it impossible to consider. Now she found herself here.
Her soldiers were smart, that much she was sure of. They’d find a way to work things out. She was sure of it. Or at least she was trying to convince herself of it. There was no use worrying about it when she was stuck here with nothing to think about but the pain in her leg.
Then the tent flap opened, and Dorothea entered. Although in their previous encounters, Phaedra had been skeptical that the woman was prepared for war, the woman had acquitted herself admirably so far. She had been made of tougher stuff than Phaedra had expected, and her shooting was like nothing Phaedra had ever seen. She was loathe to admit it, but likely the woman could even outshoot her.
Phaedra moved to prop herself up as the woman came in, despite her leg’s protestations at being jostled. She wasn’t about to suffer the indignity of addressing one of her soldiers while staring at the ceiling. “Thank you Dorothea,” Phaedra replied to her offer of food and drink. Honestly, the pain had been too distracting for her to think much about eating, but she knew she probably needed to eat. It was probably better that Dorothea had brought it than the healers, who she didn’t trust not to sneak painkillers into her food or drink that would leave her fuzzyheaded. That was not something she wanted right now, not when Zosi was still out there, unaccounted for.
“I don’t suppose there’s any news of Zosime?” Phaedra asked. It was the first thing on her mind any time someone came in with news of what was going on outside of this painfully confining tent.
It had been hours since the day’s battle had ended, and there was still no news of Zosime. If Phaedra could have gone to search the battlefield herself, she would have, but instead, she was here, stuck in the healer’s tent. Whatever twist of fate had left her impaled through the leg was keeping her from doing exactly the thing that she needed to do. Regardless of what the healers had told her, Phaedra had taken it upon herself to attempt to make her way to the battlefield herself, but she was quickly forced to admit that her leg wasn’t going to hold her weight. She had been wrangled back to bed by the healers, with a scolding she thought was entirely unfair about reopening the wound.
Phaedra was forced to admit, there was nothing that she could do now. If they hadn’t found Zosi’s body by this point...No, Phaedra wasn’t going to allow herself that hope. She had seen what had happened to Zosime, there was no way she had walked off the battlefield. And if the Egyptians had taken her...Phaedra shuddered. No it would have been better for her to be dead. It would be better if they had a body though so she could have a proper burial. She hated the thought of Zosi stuck in the afterlife without the necessary coins to pay the ferryman Charon.
Then there was the matter of her soldiers. What was going to happen to them? Phaedra had always planned to have Zosime there to take over should she ever find herself out of commission. Zosi should have been there for this. Without her...well Phaedra hadn’t thought to plan for this eventuality. It was an oversight that she should have known better than to fall into at this stage of her career. But it was a circumstance that she had found it impossible to consider. Now she found herself here.
Her soldiers were smart, that much she was sure of. They’d find a way to work things out. She was sure of it. Or at least she was trying to convince herself of it. There was no use worrying about it when she was stuck here with nothing to think about but the pain in her leg.
Then the tent flap opened, and Dorothea entered. Although in their previous encounters, Phaedra had been skeptical that the woman was prepared for war, the woman had acquitted herself admirably so far. She had been made of tougher stuff than Phaedra had expected, and her shooting was like nothing Phaedra had ever seen. She was loathe to admit it, but likely the woman could even outshoot her.
Phaedra moved to prop herself up as the woman came in, despite her leg’s protestations at being jostled. She wasn’t about to suffer the indignity of addressing one of her soldiers while staring at the ceiling. “Thank you Dorothea,” Phaedra replied to her offer of food and drink. Honestly, the pain had been too distracting for her to think much about eating, but she knew she probably needed to eat. It was probably better that Dorothea had brought it than the healers, who she didn’t trust not to sneak painkillers into her food or drink that would leave her fuzzyheaded. That was not something she wanted right now, not when Zosi was still out there, unaccounted for.
“I don’t suppose there’s any news of Zosime?” Phaedra asked. It was the first thing on her mind any time someone came in with news of what was going on outside of this painfully confining tent.
