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It had been a long and tedious day thus far and Nephele sighed as the first throbbings of a headache made itself known in a most insistent and crude manner. The circling anger in her thoughts would not leave her be and it had gotten under her skin with ease, this day of hers. Not even a challenging day that she might pour her energies into overcoming, no. Instead, she had spent the majority of it in stubborn silence as her father had lectured her upon her duties, both what were hers and what weren't. Stripped of any responsibility in the day to day running of the stables they kept in the city proper, she had been ordered to make herself palatable to a future husband and to put more effort into her future social obligations. The thing she desired the least and couldn't be considered any worse at if she tried. At least, if you asked her father.
It had been a tense and sour day, to say the least. But the one bright point of it was her mother, as always. The more easy going lady expected no less from her only daughter but at the very least she actually saw her daughter for who she was instead of who she wasn't. As part of her new direction, she had been given an allowance to update her wardrobe and outfit herself to her station properly. A chance to spend a day shopping with her mother was no small boon, and Nephele felt her furrowed brow relax at the memory. Even if she found being in public, with all of its noise and expectations grating, at the very least it was doing things with the one she loved.
A new set of chitons to replace the ones she had worn ragged riding, a new hair comb delicately wrought into a pair of roses and a pair of amber droplet earrings her mother had insisted perfectly matched her eyes. Even if for a detested reason, the trip had made her day that little bit better. So it was only with a small amount of pride that her mother had done the makeup upon her face and arranged her hair just so before shooing her out the door, just after her father had retired for the evening. Elegantly dressed in the new cloth, defying orders even whilst they were followed to the letter, there was a measure of vindication there.
So why could she not banish the lingering resentment from her mind? Her mouth curved down once more, eyes dark with frustration as her hand tightened around her lyre, the other fisted in her dress. At another pure note that soared from the lady at the stage, her eyes narrowed and a spike of jealousy lanced through her. All this work on her poetry skills and her singing voice, and she could not even compare to a poor woman, one who worked the crowd for her supper? It rankled in her gut and her eyes fixed on the woman once more, lip curled back in an unconscious snarl, if subtle on her normally emotionless face. Nephele settled back into her chair, nettled and guilty in uneven measure even as the jealousy circled her mind like a lion waiting to pounce.
And pounce it did, amber eyes sharp as the woman settled at the table next to hers, self control swept from her grasp like the tide of the deep ocean. "How did you get so good at singing?" The overtones of a snarl rang in the younger woman spoke, one which left little misinterpretations as to what she meant, reasons aside.
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It had been a long and tedious day thus far and Nephele sighed as the first throbbings of a headache made itself known in a most insistent and crude manner. The circling anger in her thoughts would not leave her be and it had gotten under her skin with ease, this day of hers. Not even a challenging day that she might pour her energies into overcoming, no. Instead, she had spent the majority of it in stubborn silence as her father had lectured her upon her duties, both what were hers and what weren't. Stripped of any responsibility in the day to day running of the stables they kept in the city proper, she had been ordered to make herself palatable to a future husband and to put more effort into her future social obligations. The thing she desired the least and couldn't be considered any worse at if she tried. At least, if you asked her father.
It had been a tense and sour day, to say the least. But the one bright point of it was her mother, as always. The more easy going lady expected no less from her only daughter but at the very least she actually saw her daughter for who she was instead of who she wasn't. As part of her new direction, she had been given an allowance to update her wardrobe and outfit herself to her station properly. A chance to spend a day shopping with her mother was no small boon, and Nephele felt her furrowed brow relax at the memory. Even if she found being in public, with all of its noise and expectations grating, at the very least it was doing things with the one she loved.
A new set of chitons to replace the ones she had worn ragged riding, a new hair comb delicately wrought into a pair of roses and a pair of amber droplet earrings her mother had insisted perfectly matched her eyes. Even if for a detested reason, the trip had made her day that little bit better. So it was only with a small amount of pride that her mother had done the makeup upon her face and arranged her hair just so before shooing her out the door, just after her father had retired for the evening. Elegantly dressed in the new cloth, defying orders even whilst they were followed to the letter, there was a measure of vindication there.
So why could she not banish the lingering resentment from her mind? Her mouth curved down once more, eyes dark with frustration as her hand tightened around her lyre, the other fisted in her dress. At another pure note that soared from the lady at the stage, her eyes narrowed and a spike of jealousy lanced through her. All this work on her poetry skills and her singing voice, and she could not even compare to a poor woman, one who worked the crowd for her supper? It rankled in her gut and her eyes fixed on the woman once more, lip curled back in an unconscious snarl, if subtle on her normally emotionless face. Nephele settled back into her chair, nettled and guilty in uneven measure even as the jealousy circled her mind like a lion waiting to pounce.
And pounce it did, amber eyes sharp as the woman settled at the table next to hers, self control swept from her grasp like the tide of the deep ocean. "How did you get so good at singing?" The overtones of a snarl rang in the younger woman spoke, one which left little misinterpretations as to what she meant, reasons aside.
It had been a long and tedious day thus far and Nephele sighed as the first throbbings of a headache made itself known in a most insistent and crude manner. The circling anger in her thoughts would not leave her be and it had gotten under her skin with ease, this day of hers. Not even a challenging day that she might pour her energies into overcoming, no. Instead, she had spent the majority of it in stubborn silence as her father had lectured her upon her duties, both what were hers and what weren't. Stripped of any responsibility in the day to day running of the stables they kept in the city proper, she had been ordered to make herself palatable to a future husband and to put more effort into her future social obligations. The thing she desired the least and couldn't be considered any worse at if she tried. At least, if you asked her father.
It had been a tense and sour day, to say the least. But the one bright point of it was her mother, as always. The more easy going lady expected no less from her only daughter but at the very least she actually saw her daughter for who she was instead of who she wasn't. As part of her new direction, she had been given an allowance to update her wardrobe and outfit herself to her station properly. A chance to spend a day shopping with her mother was no small boon, and Nephele felt her furrowed brow relax at the memory. Even if she found being in public, with all of its noise and expectations grating, at the very least it was doing things with the one she loved.
A new set of chitons to replace the ones she had worn ragged riding, a new hair comb delicately wrought into a pair of roses and a pair of amber droplet earrings her mother had insisted perfectly matched her eyes. Even if for a detested reason, the trip had made her day that little bit better. So it was only with a small amount of pride that her mother had done the makeup upon her face and arranged her hair just so before shooing her out the door, just after her father had retired for the evening. Elegantly dressed in the new cloth, defying orders even whilst they were followed to the letter, there was a measure of vindication there.
So why could she not banish the lingering resentment from her mind? Her mouth curved down once more, eyes dark with frustration as her hand tightened around her lyre, the other fisted in her dress. At another pure note that soared from the lady at the stage, her eyes narrowed and a spike of jealousy lanced through her. All this work on her poetry skills and her singing voice, and she could not even compare to a poor woman, one who worked the crowd for her supper? It rankled in her gut and her eyes fixed on the woman once more, lip curled back in an unconscious snarl, if subtle on her normally emotionless face. Nephele settled back into her chair, nettled and guilty in uneven measure even as the jealousy circled her mind like a lion waiting to pounce.
And pounce it did, amber eyes sharp as the woman settled at the table next to hers, self control swept from her grasp like the tide of the deep ocean. "How did you get so good at singing?" The overtones of a snarl rang in the younger woman spoke, one which left little misinterpretations as to what she meant, reasons aside.
It had been eight years since. Zenais had spent the first year after she had arrived on the shores of Taengea, Vasiliadon specifically, doing odd jobs and working as a tavern maiden. Not a wench, thank god. The brunette didn't think she would ever bend down to such depths. If at all she had no memory she could keep safe of her long gone lover in the Kingdom she had left, she wanted to keep that last memory of them in bed a nice one, untainted by the words and disastrous followings of her failed attempt at saving her family. It was after her first year, that she was heard singing in the kitchens, and was placed front and center of the night crowd for the tavern's patrons, to view her performance.
Zenais had not been eager to - she wanted to keep her head down, her identity hidden. There was no reason for her to publicize to the world who she was, a former nobleman's daughter shamed and stripped of her title because of her uncalculated, illogical way of attempting to save her father from debts, her House from bankruptcy. Now not only did she not have a house, she lost her family, and her heart along with it.
One would think that the time would've dulled the pain, and it had. It just never went away. Everyday as Zenais performed, she would be reminded of the time, however briefly. But luckily for her, she never let it affect her. Her voice was sweet, like a nightingale. She had often sang as her mother played the harp back in Lyncaea, back when her life was still uncomplicated, and she had a sure future.
Now she wasn't even sure if she would survive the next month, sometimes.
But she tried. The coin she earned was little, but sufficient. Enough for her to save some, gain clothes, and splurge once a year on a nice chiton necessary when it came to performing. In months such as these, warm as the nights were, Zenais opted for her thinner, lighter gown. A mix of teal and white, the bottom layer of the peoplos was white, and was overlaid with a sheer teal clothe that was bounded around her waist by a golden, woven belt. On her shoulders, the chiton was held up by golden clasps, and was sleeveless, leaving her bronzed skin to be seen by all. Her brunette locks were half braided up, held up by twine and a rose stuffed in it from the remains of the Flower Festival just a few days earlier.
As she finished her last note, holding it as it vibrated, the crowd in the tavern applauded loudly, and Zenais's smile was sweet and thankful as she curtsied daintily, before heading for her seat. The owner of the tavern always had her perform two pieces, take a break, and then continue again. The one time he had made her do it without a break, her voice had cracked, and he had never made that mistake again.
Picking up the gentle, cotton sheets she wore, Zenais seated prettily on the chair, her hands curling around the chalice of watered down wine she usually had waiting. The lips of the chalice had barely touched her own however, when a scathing remark had Zenais pausing in her motions, lowering the cup to stare at the bronzed skin, dark-haired lady looking at her as if she had insulted her. But had she? From a brief look, the misplaced Colchian was very sure she had never seen a lady with such looks before.
"Excuse me?" Zenais murmured, a tone which may surprise half. It did every time she spoke, for no one expected a tavern performer to have such a polished tone, accompanied with the regal way she held herself, and the choice of words she use. But then again, no one knew she was trained to be a noble lady at birth, either. "I am of the opinion that with enough practice, anyone can be good at an art of their choice. Am I to assume you have an issue with the matter, my lady?" She did not know of her position, but the first rule of thumb as a young noble girl was taught, was that when one was unsure, refer to them as 'my lady' or 'lord, as that would prevent any from being overtly offended.
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It had been eight years since. Zenais had spent the first year after she had arrived on the shores of Taengea, Vasiliadon specifically, doing odd jobs and working as a tavern maiden. Not a wench, thank god. The brunette didn't think she would ever bend down to such depths. If at all she had no memory she could keep safe of her long gone lover in the Kingdom she had left, she wanted to keep that last memory of them in bed a nice one, untainted by the words and disastrous followings of her failed attempt at saving her family. It was after her first year, that she was heard singing in the kitchens, and was placed front and center of the night crowd for the tavern's patrons, to view her performance.
Zenais had not been eager to - she wanted to keep her head down, her identity hidden. There was no reason for her to publicize to the world who she was, a former nobleman's daughter shamed and stripped of her title because of her uncalculated, illogical way of attempting to save her father from debts, her House from bankruptcy. Now not only did she not have a house, she lost her family, and her heart along with it.
One would think that the time would've dulled the pain, and it had. It just never went away. Everyday as Zenais performed, she would be reminded of the time, however briefly. But luckily for her, she never let it affect her. Her voice was sweet, like a nightingale. She had often sang as her mother played the harp back in Lyncaea, back when her life was still uncomplicated, and she had a sure future.
Now she wasn't even sure if she would survive the next month, sometimes.
But she tried. The coin she earned was little, but sufficient. Enough for her to save some, gain clothes, and splurge once a year on a nice chiton necessary when it came to performing. In months such as these, warm as the nights were, Zenais opted for her thinner, lighter gown. A mix of teal and white, the bottom layer of the peoplos was white, and was overlaid with a sheer teal clothe that was bounded around her waist by a golden, woven belt. On her shoulders, the chiton was held up by golden clasps, and was sleeveless, leaving her bronzed skin to be seen by all. Her brunette locks were half braided up, held up by twine and a rose stuffed in it from the remains of the Flower Festival just a few days earlier.
As she finished her last note, holding it as it vibrated, the crowd in the tavern applauded loudly, and Zenais's smile was sweet and thankful as she curtsied daintily, before heading for her seat. The owner of the tavern always had her perform two pieces, take a break, and then continue again. The one time he had made her do it without a break, her voice had cracked, and he had never made that mistake again.
Picking up the gentle, cotton sheets she wore, Zenais seated prettily on the chair, her hands curling around the chalice of watered down wine she usually had waiting. The lips of the chalice had barely touched her own however, when a scathing remark had Zenais pausing in her motions, lowering the cup to stare at the bronzed skin, dark-haired lady looking at her as if she had insulted her. But had she? From a brief look, the misplaced Colchian was very sure she had never seen a lady with such looks before.
"Excuse me?" Zenais murmured, a tone which may surprise half. It did every time she spoke, for no one expected a tavern performer to have such a polished tone, accompanied with the regal way she held herself, and the choice of words she use. But then again, no one knew she was trained to be a noble lady at birth, either. "I am of the opinion that with enough practice, anyone can be good at an art of their choice. Am I to assume you have an issue with the matter, my lady?" She did not know of her position, but the first rule of thumb as a young noble girl was taught, was that when one was unsure, refer to them as 'my lady' or 'lord, as that would prevent any from being overtly offended.
It had been eight years since. Zenais had spent the first year after she had arrived on the shores of Taengea, Vasiliadon specifically, doing odd jobs and working as a tavern maiden. Not a wench, thank god. The brunette didn't think she would ever bend down to such depths. If at all she had no memory she could keep safe of her long gone lover in the Kingdom she had left, she wanted to keep that last memory of them in bed a nice one, untainted by the words and disastrous followings of her failed attempt at saving her family. It was after her first year, that she was heard singing in the kitchens, and was placed front and center of the night crowd for the tavern's patrons, to view her performance.
Zenais had not been eager to - she wanted to keep her head down, her identity hidden. There was no reason for her to publicize to the world who she was, a former nobleman's daughter shamed and stripped of her title because of her uncalculated, illogical way of attempting to save her father from debts, her House from bankruptcy. Now not only did she not have a house, she lost her family, and her heart along with it.
One would think that the time would've dulled the pain, and it had. It just never went away. Everyday as Zenais performed, she would be reminded of the time, however briefly. But luckily for her, she never let it affect her. Her voice was sweet, like a nightingale. She had often sang as her mother played the harp back in Lyncaea, back when her life was still uncomplicated, and she had a sure future.
Now she wasn't even sure if she would survive the next month, sometimes.
But she tried. The coin she earned was little, but sufficient. Enough for her to save some, gain clothes, and splurge once a year on a nice chiton necessary when it came to performing. In months such as these, warm as the nights were, Zenais opted for her thinner, lighter gown. A mix of teal and white, the bottom layer of the peoplos was white, and was overlaid with a sheer teal clothe that was bounded around her waist by a golden, woven belt. On her shoulders, the chiton was held up by golden clasps, and was sleeveless, leaving her bronzed skin to be seen by all. Her brunette locks were half braided up, held up by twine and a rose stuffed in it from the remains of the Flower Festival just a few days earlier.
As she finished her last note, holding it as it vibrated, the crowd in the tavern applauded loudly, and Zenais's smile was sweet and thankful as she curtsied daintily, before heading for her seat. The owner of the tavern always had her perform two pieces, take a break, and then continue again. The one time he had made her do it without a break, her voice had cracked, and he had never made that mistake again.
Picking up the gentle, cotton sheets she wore, Zenais seated prettily on the chair, her hands curling around the chalice of watered down wine she usually had waiting. The lips of the chalice had barely touched her own however, when a scathing remark had Zenais pausing in her motions, lowering the cup to stare at the bronzed skin, dark-haired lady looking at her as if she had insulted her. But had she? From a brief look, the misplaced Colchian was very sure she had never seen a lady with such looks before.
"Excuse me?" Zenais murmured, a tone which may surprise half. It did every time she spoke, for no one expected a tavern performer to have such a polished tone, accompanied with the regal way she held herself, and the choice of words she use. But then again, no one knew she was trained to be a noble lady at birth, either. "I am of the opinion that with enough practice, anyone can be good at an art of their choice. Am I to assume you have an issue with the matter, my lady?" She did not know of her position, but the first rule of thumb as a young noble girl was taught, was that when one was unsure, refer to them as 'my lady' or 'lord, as that would prevent any from being overtly offended.
Nephele's gaze narrowed and she opened her mouth, only to be struck by the fact that she did not disagree. Was that not what she worked towards herself, the skill she had to reach for, to work and achieve? The realization was cold water on the fire of her pride and she closed her mouth, suddenly shamefaced. She had let an uncommon temper get the best of her, and worse, she had not thought it through in the slightest before had spoken, merely blurted out the hateful words once they sat on her tongue. Not only was it unbecoming, it was uncalled for.
But how to apologize? She didn't find herself in such a position very often and she knew her words often came out skewed upon the best of days. Still, there must be an attempt. Low born or no, the other woman deserved respect. Nephele's brow furrowed and she shook her head. "I-. No, it is not that I disagree. Apologies for the harsh tone, it has been a trying day and my temper was worse than I thought. Please forgive my rudeness. Is there any way I can make amends?" Hopefully that sufficed. Ruthlessly, Nephele stamped out the last glimmers of jealousy, determined not to sour this day more than it already had been. The lady was skilled, and that deserved praise, not scorn.
"What I meant to ask was far different, and I hope you'll permit me to ask again, hopefully more appropriately. How long have you practiced? You're quite skilled, and I cannot help but be jealous of it." Nephele hesitated before reaching for her own glass of wine, eager to hide her face behind it's rim. She had muddied this up quite thoroughly, and she wouldn't blame the other for refusing her company. Still, she hoped. She really was an excellent singer, and the jealousy only meant she had more knowledge than Nephele herself.
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Nephele's gaze narrowed and she opened her mouth, only to be struck by the fact that she did not disagree. Was that not what she worked towards herself, the skill she had to reach for, to work and achieve? The realization was cold water on the fire of her pride and she closed her mouth, suddenly shamefaced. She had let an uncommon temper get the best of her, and worse, she had not thought it through in the slightest before had spoken, merely blurted out the hateful words once they sat on her tongue. Not only was it unbecoming, it was uncalled for.
But how to apologize? She didn't find herself in such a position very often and she knew her words often came out skewed upon the best of days. Still, there must be an attempt. Low born or no, the other woman deserved respect. Nephele's brow furrowed and she shook her head. "I-. No, it is not that I disagree. Apologies for the harsh tone, it has been a trying day and my temper was worse than I thought. Please forgive my rudeness. Is there any way I can make amends?" Hopefully that sufficed. Ruthlessly, Nephele stamped out the last glimmers of jealousy, determined not to sour this day more than it already had been. The lady was skilled, and that deserved praise, not scorn.
"What I meant to ask was far different, and I hope you'll permit me to ask again, hopefully more appropriately. How long have you practiced? You're quite skilled, and I cannot help but be jealous of it." Nephele hesitated before reaching for her own glass of wine, eager to hide her face behind it's rim. She had muddied this up quite thoroughly, and she wouldn't blame the other for refusing her company. Still, she hoped. She really was an excellent singer, and the jealousy only meant she had more knowledge than Nephele herself.
Nephele's gaze narrowed and she opened her mouth, only to be struck by the fact that she did not disagree. Was that not what she worked towards herself, the skill she had to reach for, to work and achieve? The realization was cold water on the fire of her pride and she closed her mouth, suddenly shamefaced. She had let an uncommon temper get the best of her, and worse, she had not thought it through in the slightest before had spoken, merely blurted out the hateful words once they sat on her tongue. Not only was it unbecoming, it was uncalled for.
But how to apologize? She didn't find herself in such a position very often and she knew her words often came out skewed upon the best of days. Still, there must be an attempt. Low born or no, the other woman deserved respect. Nephele's brow furrowed and she shook her head. "I-. No, it is not that I disagree. Apologies for the harsh tone, it has been a trying day and my temper was worse than I thought. Please forgive my rudeness. Is there any way I can make amends?" Hopefully that sufficed. Ruthlessly, Nephele stamped out the last glimmers of jealousy, determined not to sour this day more than it already had been. The lady was skilled, and that deserved praise, not scorn.
"What I meant to ask was far different, and I hope you'll permit me to ask again, hopefully more appropriately. How long have you practiced? You're quite skilled, and I cannot help but be jealous of it." Nephele hesitated before reaching for her own glass of wine, eager to hide her face behind it's rim. She had muddied this up quite thoroughly, and she wouldn't blame the other for refusing her company. Still, she hoped. She really was an excellent singer, and the jealousy only meant she had more knowledge than Nephele herself.
To her surprise, the dark haired young lady actually looked shamefaced. A little of Zenais's heckles reduced as Nephele shook her head. Instead of looking defensive, Zenais now looked merely curious with only a hint of her earlier irritation lingering whilst the stranger spoke. Upon the apology, Zenais eventually relaxed her tense shoulders, and offered a tentative smile, shaking her head gently. "No, tis alright. So long as you don't repeat it again." Another of her lessons as a nobleman's daughter had been to be gracious and not harbor grudges, something that Zenais did fairly easily. The girl was a natural pacifist who did not enjoy prolonged arguments.
But then again, neither did she enjoy hurting people.
A momentary lapse in her smile made Zenais bite her bottom lip, averting her eyes for a brief moment. The brunette only turned back to the dark haired one when the other spoke, the curious question returning the smile to her face. "I've been singing since I was a babe. My parents thought me talented, and hired a tutor for me, amongst other things." In truth, that tutor did not have to stay long, for Zenais took to singing like a duck to water. Often, she would spend evenings after dinner entertaining her father and Calix in the Alistaire mansion sitting room, with her mother accompanying on a harp. The small family had a grand time.
But those were all a distant memory Zenais should not harbor, really. Picking up her own chalice of wine, the performer sipped at the tart liquid, watered down due to the expense of such being provided to an employee of the tavern. Turning to the other, curiosity glimmered in Zenais's gaze as she asked, "Do you have interest in such matters, my lady?" she paused, and then gave a respectful dip of her head, the sort only upper-class nobility would have learned in their lessons, all out of place for a tavern performer.
But her training was not something Zenais easily forgot, and it was another facet that made her such an anomaly in Taengean's streets, for they do not know her history. To them, she was simply a very demure and graceful lower born woman. "Forgive me for my lack of manners. My name is Zenais of Lyncaea." It still felt odd, even after ten years, to not introduced of herself as 'Zenais of Alistaire', but she doubted she'd ever get used to it. She thought of her father and brother almost everyday afterall, even despite the time that had lapsed since the day she left Colchis.
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To her surprise, the dark haired young lady actually looked shamefaced. A little of Zenais's heckles reduced as Nephele shook her head. Instead of looking defensive, Zenais now looked merely curious with only a hint of her earlier irritation lingering whilst the stranger spoke. Upon the apology, Zenais eventually relaxed her tense shoulders, and offered a tentative smile, shaking her head gently. "No, tis alright. So long as you don't repeat it again." Another of her lessons as a nobleman's daughter had been to be gracious and not harbor grudges, something that Zenais did fairly easily. The girl was a natural pacifist who did not enjoy prolonged arguments.
But then again, neither did she enjoy hurting people.
A momentary lapse in her smile made Zenais bite her bottom lip, averting her eyes for a brief moment. The brunette only turned back to the dark haired one when the other spoke, the curious question returning the smile to her face. "I've been singing since I was a babe. My parents thought me talented, and hired a tutor for me, amongst other things." In truth, that tutor did not have to stay long, for Zenais took to singing like a duck to water. Often, she would spend evenings after dinner entertaining her father and Calix in the Alistaire mansion sitting room, with her mother accompanying on a harp. The small family had a grand time.
But those were all a distant memory Zenais should not harbor, really. Picking up her own chalice of wine, the performer sipped at the tart liquid, watered down due to the expense of such being provided to an employee of the tavern. Turning to the other, curiosity glimmered in Zenais's gaze as she asked, "Do you have interest in such matters, my lady?" she paused, and then gave a respectful dip of her head, the sort only upper-class nobility would have learned in their lessons, all out of place for a tavern performer.
But her training was not something Zenais easily forgot, and it was another facet that made her such an anomaly in Taengean's streets, for they do not know her history. To them, she was simply a very demure and graceful lower born woman. "Forgive me for my lack of manners. My name is Zenais of Lyncaea." It still felt odd, even after ten years, to not introduced of herself as 'Zenais of Alistaire', but she doubted she'd ever get used to it. She thought of her father and brother almost everyday afterall, even despite the time that had lapsed since the day she left Colchis.
To her surprise, the dark haired young lady actually looked shamefaced. A little of Zenais's heckles reduced as Nephele shook her head. Instead of looking defensive, Zenais now looked merely curious with only a hint of her earlier irritation lingering whilst the stranger spoke. Upon the apology, Zenais eventually relaxed her tense shoulders, and offered a tentative smile, shaking her head gently. "No, tis alright. So long as you don't repeat it again." Another of her lessons as a nobleman's daughter had been to be gracious and not harbor grudges, something that Zenais did fairly easily. The girl was a natural pacifist who did not enjoy prolonged arguments.
But then again, neither did she enjoy hurting people.
A momentary lapse in her smile made Zenais bite her bottom lip, averting her eyes for a brief moment. The brunette only turned back to the dark haired one when the other spoke, the curious question returning the smile to her face. "I've been singing since I was a babe. My parents thought me talented, and hired a tutor for me, amongst other things." In truth, that tutor did not have to stay long, for Zenais took to singing like a duck to water. Often, she would spend evenings after dinner entertaining her father and Calix in the Alistaire mansion sitting room, with her mother accompanying on a harp. The small family had a grand time.
But those were all a distant memory Zenais should not harbor, really. Picking up her own chalice of wine, the performer sipped at the tart liquid, watered down due to the expense of such being provided to an employee of the tavern. Turning to the other, curiosity glimmered in Zenais's gaze as she asked, "Do you have interest in such matters, my lady?" she paused, and then gave a respectful dip of her head, the sort only upper-class nobility would have learned in their lessons, all out of place for a tavern performer.
But her training was not something Zenais easily forgot, and it was another facet that made her such an anomaly in Taengean's streets, for they do not know her history. To them, she was simply a very demure and graceful lower born woman. "Forgive me for my lack of manners. My name is Zenais of Lyncaea." It still felt odd, even after ten years, to not introduced of herself as 'Zenais of Alistaire', but she doubted she'd ever get used to it. She thought of her father and brother almost everyday afterall, even despite the time that had lapsed since the day she left Colchis.
The statement made Nephele shake her head, certain of the fact she would not make a mistake twice. Not a perfect person by far, she knew that she made mistakes. But the same one over again was not often on her list of shortcomings. Still, she was glad to see the tension and frown fade. At the very least she hadn't soured things permanently. "It will not happen again, of that I can assure you." A serious look accompanied it, one more suited to her face than the naked resentment that had caused this mess. Her mother had expected nothing less from her, and the one true loyalty she held was to her mother and her approval. Frankly, if she had seen the way Nephele had done the other ill this day, she would have felt her mother's wrath for weeks afterward. A flicker of relief lit across her face and she gave silent thanks that her mother had not accompanied her this eve.
Nephele kept her attention on Zenais as she spoke, eyes darkly avid in the low light of the tavern. The smile suited her, and the story matched what Nephele had seen of her skill thus far. That sort of thing took years of practice, the sort Nephele didn't quite yet have under her belt, despite her earnest practice. Her mother had been distant at best from the normal affairs of Grecian society, and her father had encouraged practicality over 'flights of fancy' such as her poetic inclinations. "It suits you, and I'm not surprised. You have practice and talent both, that much is clear."
Nephele paused at the question, hand wrapped protectively about her lyre once more. It was true, she did and the other had little power over her day but the question still sent a prickle of defensive caution through her. But the lady had given her the truth even despite her ill manner, and she ought to do the same. "I do, yes. Lyric poetry more than pure song, but they run closely aligned. I hold a liking for both." She cautiously pushed her lyre closer to the edge of the table, one of the few possessions she had paid for with her own money. It was nothing overly fancy, but it was solid and well tuned. And if Nephele had carved flowers and stalks of delicate grass into its bottom edge, who was to notice?
As Zenais introduced herself, Nephele returned the polite gesture, something about her face sharpening in curiosity and a quietly impressed pleasure. It was rare to see such polite manners in the more relaxed atmospheres such as this. Not often did the people here have the social graces of the higher ranks of society, and rarely had the younger girl seen it displayed in this particular area of town. It was one of the reasons she was here, after all. Less people to comment on her inclinations to her father. Still, it by itself was merely an unusual and pleasant surprise, and Nephele smiled back, smile crooked but warm. "I do not think of the two of us, you need to apologize for lack of manners. Still, I ought to return the favour. My name is Nephele of Meganea. But, I do have a question, if you'll permit me. Your tutor, could you tell me their name? I want to improve my own skills, and if they taught you, I wish to learn from them, for they are clearly a good teacher."
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The statement made Nephele shake her head, certain of the fact she would not make a mistake twice. Not a perfect person by far, she knew that she made mistakes. But the same one over again was not often on her list of shortcomings. Still, she was glad to see the tension and frown fade. At the very least she hadn't soured things permanently. "It will not happen again, of that I can assure you." A serious look accompanied it, one more suited to her face than the naked resentment that had caused this mess. Her mother had expected nothing less from her, and the one true loyalty she held was to her mother and her approval. Frankly, if she had seen the way Nephele had done the other ill this day, she would have felt her mother's wrath for weeks afterward. A flicker of relief lit across her face and she gave silent thanks that her mother had not accompanied her this eve.
Nephele kept her attention on Zenais as she spoke, eyes darkly avid in the low light of the tavern. The smile suited her, and the story matched what Nephele had seen of her skill thus far. That sort of thing took years of practice, the sort Nephele didn't quite yet have under her belt, despite her earnest practice. Her mother had been distant at best from the normal affairs of Grecian society, and her father had encouraged practicality over 'flights of fancy' such as her poetic inclinations. "It suits you, and I'm not surprised. You have practice and talent both, that much is clear."
Nephele paused at the question, hand wrapped protectively about her lyre once more. It was true, she did and the other had little power over her day but the question still sent a prickle of defensive caution through her. But the lady had given her the truth even despite her ill manner, and she ought to do the same. "I do, yes. Lyric poetry more than pure song, but they run closely aligned. I hold a liking for both." She cautiously pushed her lyre closer to the edge of the table, one of the few possessions she had paid for with her own money. It was nothing overly fancy, but it was solid and well tuned. And if Nephele had carved flowers and stalks of delicate grass into its bottom edge, who was to notice?
As Zenais introduced herself, Nephele returned the polite gesture, something about her face sharpening in curiosity and a quietly impressed pleasure. It was rare to see such polite manners in the more relaxed atmospheres such as this. Not often did the people here have the social graces of the higher ranks of society, and rarely had the younger girl seen it displayed in this particular area of town. It was one of the reasons she was here, after all. Less people to comment on her inclinations to her father. Still, it by itself was merely an unusual and pleasant surprise, and Nephele smiled back, smile crooked but warm. "I do not think of the two of us, you need to apologize for lack of manners. Still, I ought to return the favour. My name is Nephele of Meganea. But, I do have a question, if you'll permit me. Your tutor, could you tell me their name? I want to improve my own skills, and if they taught you, I wish to learn from them, for they are clearly a good teacher."
The statement made Nephele shake her head, certain of the fact she would not make a mistake twice. Not a perfect person by far, she knew that she made mistakes. But the same one over again was not often on her list of shortcomings. Still, she was glad to see the tension and frown fade. At the very least she hadn't soured things permanently. "It will not happen again, of that I can assure you." A serious look accompanied it, one more suited to her face than the naked resentment that had caused this mess. Her mother had expected nothing less from her, and the one true loyalty she held was to her mother and her approval. Frankly, if she had seen the way Nephele had done the other ill this day, she would have felt her mother's wrath for weeks afterward. A flicker of relief lit across her face and she gave silent thanks that her mother had not accompanied her this eve.
Nephele kept her attention on Zenais as she spoke, eyes darkly avid in the low light of the tavern. The smile suited her, and the story matched what Nephele had seen of her skill thus far. That sort of thing took years of practice, the sort Nephele didn't quite yet have under her belt, despite her earnest practice. Her mother had been distant at best from the normal affairs of Grecian society, and her father had encouraged practicality over 'flights of fancy' such as her poetic inclinations. "It suits you, and I'm not surprised. You have practice and talent both, that much is clear."
Nephele paused at the question, hand wrapped protectively about her lyre once more. It was true, she did and the other had little power over her day but the question still sent a prickle of defensive caution through her. But the lady had given her the truth even despite her ill manner, and she ought to do the same. "I do, yes. Lyric poetry more than pure song, but they run closely aligned. I hold a liking for both." She cautiously pushed her lyre closer to the edge of the table, one of the few possessions she had paid for with her own money. It was nothing overly fancy, but it was solid and well tuned. And if Nephele had carved flowers and stalks of delicate grass into its bottom edge, who was to notice?
As Zenais introduced herself, Nephele returned the polite gesture, something about her face sharpening in curiosity and a quietly impressed pleasure. It was rare to see such polite manners in the more relaxed atmospheres such as this. Not often did the people here have the social graces of the higher ranks of society, and rarely had the younger girl seen it displayed in this particular area of town. It was one of the reasons she was here, after all. Less people to comment on her inclinations to her father. Still, it by itself was merely an unusual and pleasant surprise, and Nephele smiled back, smile crooked but warm. "I do not think of the two of us, you need to apologize for lack of manners. Still, I ought to return the favour. My name is Nephele of Meganea. But, I do have a question, if you'll permit me. Your tutor, could you tell me their name? I want to improve my own skills, and if they taught you, I wish to learn from them, for they are clearly a good teacher."
The tavern performed dipped her head respectfully to the praise. In truth, while she was used to receiving praise as a kid, it had been a good ten years since anyone besides the other tavern girls actually praised her. The owner of the tavern, while nice, was not someone who was generous with kind words. And the bawdy people she performed for showed 'praise' through sidling up to her with inappropriate touches and suggestive, lewd remarks, all of which Zenais had no interest in.
So to hear genuine delight and appreciation at her performance was a refreshing change Zenais enjoyed, and she in turn returned the appreciation to the bronzed skin young lady opposite her. Watching as Nephele's hands closed over the lyre she had, she gingerly reached out to touch the instrument when the other pushed it at her. Zenais was more well versed with the harp herself, but a lyre was not that much different, and a satisfied smile curled her lips when she plucked at one of the strings.
"It is a beautifully made instrument. And I would enjoy hearing you perform, if you would grant me that boon." Zenais replied, as she returned the instrument to Nephele. "It has been a long time since I held an instrument, so I thank you for allowing me the chance." Harps were expensive and larger to procure compared to the lyre that her companion had. Back in Lyncaea, Proteus of Alistaire had procured a large one that was taller then her by a head, and Zenais had her own room to practice in. She would entertain her father's guests when they came for dinner, and it was obvious she was her father's pride and joy. But the harp had been reclaimed, as was the rest of the Alistaire lands when they had been stripped of their title.
"Tis a pleasure to meet you, Lady Nephele." Zenais replied, her smile pleasant and calm. The girl was quick to note that the other was not of noble born, based on her last name. For that, Zenais was thankful. Ever since fleeing Colchis, she had been antsy everytime there was nobility involved. Already, her friendship, as tenuous as it was, to the princess of Taengea, already had her on end. "I have to apologize however, that even if I could provide you a name to my tutor, that it would help you naught. I am from Colchis, and my tutor resides there as well. I have left the Kingdom nigh on ten years now however, and have no updates as to whether my old tutor still survives." she paused, and then cocked her head, as if an idea was forming in her head.
"However, if you'd like, I could offer assistance? I do not claim myself a tutor by any means, but I could watch as you perform for me. If you do not mind, that is."
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The tavern performed dipped her head respectfully to the praise. In truth, while she was used to receiving praise as a kid, it had been a good ten years since anyone besides the other tavern girls actually praised her. The owner of the tavern, while nice, was not someone who was generous with kind words. And the bawdy people she performed for showed 'praise' through sidling up to her with inappropriate touches and suggestive, lewd remarks, all of which Zenais had no interest in.
So to hear genuine delight and appreciation at her performance was a refreshing change Zenais enjoyed, and she in turn returned the appreciation to the bronzed skin young lady opposite her. Watching as Nephele's hands closed over the lyre she had, she gingerly reached out to touch the instrument when the other pushed it at her. Zenais was more well versed with the harp herself, but a lyre was not that much different, and a satisfied smile curled her lips when she plucked at one of the strings.
"It is a beautifully made instrument. And I would enjoy hearing you perform, if you would grant me that boon." Zenais replied, as she returned the instrument to Nephele. "It has been a long time since I held an instrument, so I thank you for allowing me the chance." Harps were expensive and larger to procure compared to the lyre that her companion had. Back in Lyncaea, Proteus of Alistaire had procured a large one that was taller then her by a head, and Zenais had her own room to practice in. She would entertain her father's guests when they came for dinner, and it was obvious she was her father's pride and joy. But the harp had been reclaimed, as was the rest of the Alistaire lands when they had been stripped of their title.
"Tis a pleasure to meet you, Lady Nephele." Zenais replied, her smile pleasant and calm. The girl was quick to note that the other was not of noble born, based on her last name. For that, Zenais was thankful. Ever since fleeing Colchis, she had been antsy everytime there was nobility involved. Already, her friendship, as tenuous as it was, to the princess of Taengea, already had her on end. "I have to apologize however, that even if I could provide you a name to my tutor, that it would help you naught. I am from Colchis, and my tutor resides there as well. I have left the Kingdom nigh on ten years now however, and have no updates as to whether my old tutor still survives." she paused, and then cocked her head, as if an idea was forming in her head.
"However, if you'd like, I could offer assistance? I do not claim myself a tutor by any means, but I could watch as you perform for me. If you do not mind, that is."
The tavern performed dipped her head respectfully to the praise. In truth, while she was used to receiving praise as a kid, it had been a good ten years since anyone besides the other tavern girls actually praised her. The owner of the tavern, while nice, was not someone who was generous with kind words. And the bawdy people she performed for showed 'praise' through sidling up to her with inappropriate touches and suggestive, lewd remarks, all of which Zenais had no interest in.
So to hear genuine delight and appreciation at her performance was a refreshing change Zenais enjoyed, and she in turn returned the appreciation to the bronzed skin young lady opposite her. Watching as Nephele's hands closed over the lyre she had, she gingerly reached out to touch the instrument when the other pushed it at her. Zenais was more well versed with the harp herself, but a lyre was not that much different, and a satisfied smile curled her lips when she plucked at one of the strings.
"It is a beautifully made instrument. And I would enjoy hearing you perform, if you would grant me that boon." Zenais replied, as she returned the instrument to Nephele. "It has been a long time since I held an instrument, so I thank you for allowing me the chance." Harps were expensive and larger to procure compared to the lyre that her companion had. Back in Lyncaea, Proteus of Alistaire had procured a large one that was taller then her by a head, and Zenais had her own room to practice in. She would entertain her father's guests when they came for dinner, and it was obvious she was her father's pride and joy. But the harp had been reclaimed, as was the rest of the Alistaire lands when they had been stripped of their title.
"Tis a pleasure to meet you, Lady Nephele." Zenais replied, her smile pleasant and calm. The girl was quick to note that the other was not of noble born, based on her last name. For that, Zenais was thankful. Ever since fleeing Colchis, she had been antsy everytime there was nobility involved. Already, her friendship, as tenuous as it was, to the princess of Taengea, already had her on end. "I have to apologize however, that even if I could provide you a name to my tutor, that it would help you naught. I am from Colchis, and my tutor resides there as well. I have left the Kingdom nigh on ten years now however, and have no updates as to whether my old tutor still survives." she paused, and then cocked her head, as if an idea was forming in her head.
"However, if you'd like, I could offer assistance? I do not claim myself a tutor by any means, but I could watch as you perform for me. If you do not mind, that is."
Nephele clasped her hands together as Zenais accepted the lyre, unsure and uncomfortable. No one else besides her mother had touched it and there was something open and honest about it. While she was not a dishonest sort, she was reserved, and sharing with others ran counter to her learned experience thus far. It did not often go well if the person you opened yourself up to had no reason to keep your best interests safe. Even this small encounter was a step farther than she usually went, and some small misgivings were to be expected. But the elegant lady had gentle hands, and Nephele was both pleased and a little relieved at the pure note that Zenais strummed. Her delicate hands eagerly gathered it up when Zenais offered it, mouth quirked in thought. She'd come here to stretch her boundaries, and while there was a slightly more personal aspect to it, there was no reason not to. Zenais had proved herself kind and not prone to grudges, which was more than she could've hoped for. There was more reason she should, and Nephele nodded, mind decided. "I would be honored to. It's one of the reasons I'm here, after all."
Her smile dimmed a little at the roundabout denial, a good reason though it was. Zenais was from further than she had thought. She'd known she hailed from another kingdom by the province of her birth, but that her tutor would still be there was an option she'd hoped was not the case. Still, an even better option was given to her, and she hesitated a moment, torn between hope and the fear of prevailing upon the lady's hospitality. "I do not mind, certainly, if it would not be too presumptuous? Even if teaching doesn't come naturally, anything you have to tell me would be appreciated."
She tugged the lines of her chiton straight as she stood, her stomach filled to the brim with butterflies and nerves. Private performances to her mother and practice in the wild places of Meganea were a far cry from the busy tavern she'd picked, but she was determined all the same and her hand trembled but a hair as she arranged it just so against her side. There was no one there to interrupt, and so Nephele took the space laid aside for performers. She took a deep breath and let it go, and then she began to strum, chords slowly built until the start of her song.
While her fingers were not perfect and her experience somewhat thin, her lyrics and the depth of her expression is where she shone, and she knew it. Slow but sure, the nerves faded and she was able to put all her thought into the truth of her poetry and the emotions that echoed within her. The song of a bird and its journey from the gilded cage to its freedom and the perils that a truly free life held. The possibility of a fall, of the winds of the world with no care for fragile bones, of those that would prey upon it and the glow of the warm sun that made it all worth the trouble, in the end.
Nephele let out a shaky breath as she stepped away and towards Zenais' table, terribly aware of both the eyes that were upon her and the eyes that weren't. Still, even if her singing was not perfect and her hands unpracticed, it was her and that was what mattered. She gave Zenais a wobbly smile as she sat, silent as she awaited the other and her opinion.
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Nephele clasped her hands together as Zenais accepted the lyre, unsure and uncomfortable. No one else besides her mother had touched it and there was something open and honest about it. While she was not a dishonest sort, she was reserved, and sharing with others ran counter to her learned experience thus far. It did not often go well if the person you opened yourself up to had no reason to keep your best interests safe. Even this small encounter was a step farther than she usually went, and some small misgivings were to be expected. But the elegant lady had gentle hands, and Nephele was both pleased and a little relieved at the pure note that Zenais strummed. Her delicate hands eagerly gathered it up when Zenais offered it, mouth quirked in thought. She'd come here to stretch her boundaries, and while there was a slightly more personal aspect to it, there was no reason not to. Zenais had proved herself kind and not prone to grudges, which was more than she could've hoped for. There was more reason she should, and Nephele nodded, mind decided. "I would be honored to. It's one of the reasons I'm here, after all."
Her smile dimmed a little at the roundabout denial, a good reason though it was. Zenais was from further than she had thought. She'd known she hailed from another kingdom by the province of her birth, but that her tutor would still be there was an option she'd hoped was not the case. Still, an even better option was given to her, and she hesitated a moment, torn between hope and the fear of prevailing upon the lady's hospitality. "I do not mind, certainly, if it would not be too presumptuous? Even if teaching doesn't come naturally, anything you have to tell me would be appreciated."
She tugged the lines of her chiton straight as she stood, her stomach filled to the brim with butterflies and nerves. Private performances to her mother and practice in the wild places of Meganea were a far cry from the busy tavern she'd picked, but she was determined all the same and her hand trembled but a hair as she arranged it just so against her side. There was no one there to interrupt, and so Nephele took the space laid aside for performers. She took a deep breath and let it go, and then she began to strum, chords slowly built until the start of her song.
While her fingers were not perfect and her experience somewhat thin, her lyrics and the depth of her expression is where she shone, and she knew it. Slow but sure, the nerves faded and she was able to put all her thought into the truth of her poetry and the emotions that echoed within her. The song of a bird and its journey from the gilded cage to its freedom and the perils that a truly free life held. The possibility of a fall, of the winds of the world with no care for fragile bones, of those that would prey upon it and the glow of the warm sun that made it all worth the trouble, in the end.
Nephele let out a shaky breath as she stepped away and towards Zenais' table, terribly aware of both the eyes that were upon her and the eyes that weren't. Still, even if her singing was not perfect and her hands unpracticed, it was her and that was what mattered. She gave Zenais a wobbly smile as she sat, silent as she awaited the other and her opinion.
Nephele clasped her hands together as Zenais accepted the lyre, unsure and uncomfortable. No one else besides her mother had touched it and there was something open and honest about it. While she was not a dishonest sort, she was reserved, and sharing with others ran counter to her learned experience thus far. It did not often go well if the person you opened yourself up to had no reason to keep your best interests safe. Even this small encounter was a step farther than she usually went, and some small misgivings were to be expected. But the elegant lady had gentle hands, and Nephele was both pleased and a little relieved at the pure note that Zenais strummed. Her delicate hands eagerly gathered it up when Zenais offered it, mouth quirked in thought. She'd come here to stretch her boundaries, and while there was a slightly more personal aspect to it, there was no reason not to. Zenais had proved herself kind and not prone to grudges, which was more than she could've hoped for. There was more reason she should, and Nephele nodded, mind decided. "I would be honored to. It's one of the reasons I'm here, after all."
Her smile dimmed a little at the roundabout denial, a good reason though it was. Zenais was from further than she had thought. She'd known she hailed from another kingdom by the province of her birth, but that her tutor would still be there was an option she'd hoped was not the case. Still, an even better option was given to her, and she hesitated a moment, torn between hope and the fear of prevailing upon the lady's hospitality. "I do not mind, certainly, if it would not be too presumptuous? Even if teaching doesn't come naturally, anything you have to tell me would be appreciated."
She tugged the lines of her chiton straight as she stood, her stomach filled to the brim with butterflies and nerves. Private performances to her mother and practice in the wild places of Meganea were a far cry from the busy tavern she'd picked, but she was determined all the same and her hand trembled but a hair as she arranged it just so against her side. There was no one there to interrupt, and so Nephele took the space laid aside for performers. She took a deep breath and let it go, and then she began to strum, chords slowly built until the start of her song.
While her fingers were not perfect and her experience somewhat thin, her lyrics and the depth of her expression is where she shone, and she knew it. Slow but sure, the nerves faded and she was able to put all her thought into the truth of her poetry and the emotions that echoed within her. The song of a bird and its journey from the gilded cage to its freedom and the perils that a truly free life held. The possibility of a fall, of the winds of the world with no care for fragile bones, of those that would prey upon it and the glow of the warm sun that made it all worth the trouble, in the end.
Nephele let out a shaky breath as she stepped away and towards Zenais' table, terribly aware of both the eyes that were upon her and the eyes that weren't. Still, even if her singing was not perfect and her hands unpracticed, it was her and that was what mattered. She gave Zenais a wobbly smile as she sat, silent as she awaited the other and her opinion.
She was careful with the instrument, and any eye could see clear as day, that Zenais was well versed in the way to handle such a delicate instrument. For someone who had not held a finely wrought one such as this, for Zenais it felt a little bit like coming home as she plucked at the string, and an involuntary smile curved her lips when the note twanged faintly in the boisterous tavern. To hear Nephele actually agree to her suggestion surprised Zenais. Many years hiding meant that Zenais' opinion of herself had sunk to almost nothing after the years, and that someone still thought her skills was of some worth came to a surprise. Afterall, she had spent the past eight or so years working at the mercy of drunken louts and barmen.
Following the other lady's lead, Zenais too, straightened up from her seat after taking a final sip of the watered down wine the tavern owner had provided for her. As her sheer yellow chiton fell to her ankles and just above the sandals she wore, Zenais stepped away to allow Nephele the space to move forward. While the tavern was noisy, and not everyone will hear the performance about to be given by the bronzed skin lady Zenais had been conversing with, at the very least some would put their conversations aside to listen, and it was that that happened. The few tables around them turned to listened, some with an appreciative smile. Further away, conversations and laughter still hummed, but in their immediate vicinity, ears were perked.
As she finished, the smattering of applause that came made the tavern performer smile, almost motherly as Nephele stepped back to the table they had shared. Gesturing, Zenais waited till Nephele took a seat, before she too resumed her position with a gentle nod. "Soft, but pretty enough. You practice, do you not?" she murmured, as she poured a measure of watered down wine from the jug, and pushed the receptacle of liquid to her. "Nerves get the best of you, which is a pity. Had you put that aside, I'm sure it would have been a spectacular performance, my lady."
Reaching over, she positioned Nephele's fingers, and then moved the hand usually used for holding the lyre up, so her fingers rested on the strings of music as well. "Eventually, you should get a tutor who would teach you how to play the lyre two handed. It would give a much greater range of notes and melodies, and I'm sure you would enjoy that." Playing two handed was a skill she had picked up much later, after her Colchian tutor had ensured that Zenais could've played the one-handed lyre melodies with her eyes closed. It required much more mastery and control, as one had to balance the instrument properly while ensuring they could still apply the appropriate force on the instrument while using both hands to pluck - but it was a skill well worth picking up, as it added a great deal more depth to melodies and tunes.
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She was careful with the instrument, and any eye could see clear as day, that Zenais was well versed in the way to handle such a delicate instrument. For someone who had not held a finely wrought one such as this, for Zenais it felt a little bit like coming home as she plucked at the string, and an involuntary smile curved her lips when the note twanged faintly in the boisterous tavern. To hear Nephele actually agree to her suggestion surprised Zenais. Many years hiding meant that Zenais' opinion of herself had sunk to almost nothing after the years, and that someone still thought her skills was of some worth came to a surprise. Afterall, she had spent the past eight or so years working at the mercy of drunken louts and barmen.
Following the other lady's lead, Zenais too, straightened up from her seat after taking a final sip of the watered down wine the tavern owner had provided for her. As her sheer yellow chiton fell to her ankles and just above the sandals she wore, Zenais stepped away to allow Nephele the space to move forward. While the tavern was noisy, and not everyone will hear the performance about to be given by the bronzed skin lady Zenais had been conversing with, at the very least some would put their conversations aside to listen, and it was that that happened. The few tables around them turned to listened, some with an appreciative smile. Further away, conversations and laughter still hummed, but in their immediate vicinity, ears were perked.
As she finished, the smattering of applause that came made the tavern performer smile, almost motherly as Nephele stepped back to the table they had shared. Gesturing, Zenais waited till Nephele took a seat, before she too resumed her position with a gentle nod. "Soft, but pretty enough. You practice, do you not?" she murmured, as she poured a measure of watered down wine from the jug, and pushed the receptacle of liquid to her. "Nerves get the best of you, which is a pity. Had you put that aside, I'm sure it would have been a spectacular performance, my lady."
Reaching over, she positioned Nephele's fingers, and then moved the hand usually used for holding the lyre up, so her fingers rested on the strings of music as well. "Eventually, you should get a tutor who would teach you how to play the lyre two handed. It would give a much greater range of notes and melodies, and I'm sure you would enjoy that." Playing two handed was a skill she had picked up much later, after her Colchian tutor had ensured that Zenais could've played the one-handed lyre melodies with her eyes closed. It required much more mastery and control, as one had to balance the instrument properly while ensuring they could still apply the appropriate force on the instrument while using both hands to pluck - but it was a skill well worth picking up, as it added a great deal more depth to melodies and tunes.
She was careful with the instrument, and any eye could see clear as day, that Zenais was well versed in the way to handle such a delicate instrument. For someone who had not held a finely wrought one such as this, for Zenais it felt a little bit like coming home as she plucked at the string, and an involuntary smile curved her lips when the note twanged faintly in the boisterous tavern. To hear Nephele actually agree to her suggestion surprised Zenais. Many years hiding meant that Zenais' opinion of herself had sunk to almost nothing after the years, and that someone still thought her skills was of some worth came to a surprise. Afterall, she had spent the past eight or so years working at the mercy of drunken louts and barmen.
Following the other lady's lead, Zenais too, straightened up from her seat after taking a final sip of the watered down wine the tavern owner had provided for her. As her sheer yellow chiton fell to her ankles and just above the sandals she wore, Zenais stepped away to allow Nephele the space to move forward. While the tavern was noisy, and not everyone will hear the performance about to be given by the bronzed skin lady Zenais had been conversing with, at the very least some would put their conversations aside to listen, and it was that that happened. The few tables around them turned to listened, some with an appreciative smile. Further away, conversations and laughter still hummed, but in their immediate vicinity, ears were perked.
As she finished, the smattering of applause that came made the tavern performer smile, almost motherly as Nephele stepped back to the table they had shared. Gesturing, Zenais waited till Nephele took a seat, before she too resumed her position with a gentle nod. "Soft, but pretty enough. You practice, do you not?" she murmured, as she poured a measure of watered down wine from the jug, and pushed the receptacle of liquid to her. "Nerves get the best of you, which is a pity. Had you put that aside, I'm sure it would have been a spectacular performance, my lady."
Reaching over, she positioned Nephele's fingers, and then moved the hand usually used for holding the lyre up, so her fingers rested on the strings of music as well. "Eventually, you should get a tutor who would teach you how to play the lyre two handed. It would give a much greater range of notes and melodies, and I'm sure you would enjoy that." Playing two handed was a skill she had picked up much later, after her Colchian tutor had ensured that Zenais could've played the one-handed lyre melodies with her eyes closed. It required much more mastery and control, as one had to balance the instrument properly while ensuring they could still apply the appropriate force on the instrument while using both hands to pluck - but it was a skill well worth picking up, as it added a great deal more depth to melodies and tunes.
There was a subtle hush to the surrounding area after she finished, one even she could not deny. The people had paid attention, and she had not fallen on entirely deaf ears. It is the same thrill it always was to her, and a proud flush managed to drown out the nerves for this small moment. It was the thing that had kept her returning to this small tavern, to this tiny moment in her otherwise strictly managed life. Not even the snide little voice that pointed out how few people watched, how scattered the applause had been could touch her now. It was a modest amount, but it was not nothing, not in the slightest.
And Zenais' words were the touch of grounded criticism to the situation she could never be anything but appreciative of. Nothing but praise sounded like nothing so much as desperate untruth to her, and the true evaluation of her skills always went farther if someone wanted to convince her their words were genuine. "Thank you." She graciously accepted the wine with a small smile, a sip of the sweet wine within one that gave her time to ponder the words gifted to her. Criticism stung, but it was the healthy kind, one that would let her grow. "I do practice, as much as I'm able. But not often in public, the opportunities are not always available to me. I believe you are right on that front, although it is not an easy thing to rid oneself of. At least, not without more exposure."
Gently her fingers strummed the strings, notes idly plucked out as they talked, more a comfort note than any real melody. The fingers were welcome, and she let the other move them to where they should be, a different positioning, one that made sense when her second hand joined the first. It felt right, although her own experience with it was little better than nothing. "I will have to look into that. I think you are correct in that, although perhaps after I improve further." A furtive gleam came into her amber eyes after that, the abrupt blossom of an idea that sprouted and took root quickly. Perhaps one that was not meant to be, but it bore thinking about. But the situation had lit a hope in her, and it was not one to be denied. The worst that could happen is that she would be denied. That was not the worst thing in the world, surely.
"If I may broach the topic...I have no tutor. You are right, I would do far better with one. I know I did not make the best first impressions, but.." Nephele clasped both hands together, head bowed in quiet entreaty. The next words were quieter and yet more hopeful. "If I made it worth your while, would you consider tutoring me?"
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There was a subtle hush to the surrounding area after she finished, one even she could not deny. The people had paid attention, and she had not fallen on entirely deaf ears. It is the same thrill it always was to her, and a proud flush managed to drown out the nerves for this small moment. It was the thing that had kept her returning to this small tavern, to this tiny moment in her otherwise strictly managed life. Not even the snide little voice that pointed out how few people watched, how scattered the applause had been could touch her now. It was a modest amount, but it was not nothing, not in the slightest.
And Zenais' words were the touch of grounded criticism to the situation she could never be anything but appreciative of. Nothing but praise sounded like nothing so much as desperate untruth to her, and the true evaluation of her skills always went farther if someone wanted to convince her their words were genuine. "Thank you." She graciously accepted the wine with a small smile, a sip of the sweet wine within one that gave her time to ponder the words gifted to her. Criticism stung, but it was the healthy kind, one that would let her grow. "I do practice, as much as I'm able. But not often in public, the opportunities are not always available to me. I believe you are right on that front, although it is not an easy thing to rid oneself of. At least, not without more exposure."
Gently her fingers strummed the strings, notes idly plucked out as they talked, more a comfort note than any real melody. The fingers were welcome, and she let the other move them to where they should be, a different positioning, one that made sense when her second hand joined the first. It felt right, although her own experience with it was little better than nothing. "I will have to look into that. I think you are correct in that, although perhaps after I improve further." A furtive gleam came into her amber eyes after that, the abrupt blossom of an idea that sprouted and took root quickly. Perhaps one that was not meant to be, but it bore thinking about. But the situation had lit a hope in her, and it was not one to be denied. The worst that could happen is that she would be denied. That was not the worst thing in the world, surely.
"If I may broach the topic...I have no tutor. You are right, I would do far better with one. I know I did not make the best first impressions, but.." Nephele clasped both hands together, head bowed in quiet entreaty. The next words were quieter and yet more hopeful. "If I made it worth your while, would you consider tutoring me?"
There was a subtle hush to the surrounding area after she finished, one even she could not deny. The people had paid attention, and she had not fallen on entirely deaf ears. It is the same thrill it always was to her, and a proud flush managed to drown out the nerves for this small moment. It was the thing that had kept her returning to this small tavern, to this tiny moment in her otherwise strictly managed life. Not even the snide little voice that pointed out how few people watched, how scattered the applause had been could touch her now. It was a modest amount, but it was not nothing, not in the slightest.
And Zenais' words were the touch of grounded criticism to the situation she could never be anything but appreciative of. Nothing but praise sounded like nothing so much as desperate untruth to her, and the true evaluation of her skills always went farther if someone wanted to convince her their words were genuine. "Thank you." She graciously accepted the wine with a small smile, a sip of the sweet wine within one that gave her time to ponder the words gifted to her. Criticism stung, but it was the healthy kind, one that would let her grow. "I do practice, as much as I'm able. But not often in public, the opportunities are not always available to me. I believe you are right on that front, although it is not an easy thing to rid oneself of. At least, not without more exposure."
Gently her fingers strummed the strings, notes idly plucked out as they talked, more a comfort note than any real melody. The fingers were welcome, and she let the other move them to where they should be, a different positioning, one that made sense when her second hand joined the first. It felt right, although her own experience with it was little better than nothing. "I will have to look into that. I think you are correct in that, although perhaps after I improve further." A furtive gleam came into her amber eyes after that, the abrupt blossom of an idea that sprouted and took root quickly. Perhaps one that was not meant to be, but it bore thinking about. But the situation had lit a hope in her, and it was not one to be denied. The worst that could happen is that she would be denied. That was not the worst thing in the world, surely.
"If I may broach the topic...I have no tutor. You are right, I would do far better with one. I know I did not make the best first impressions, but.." Nephele clasped both hands together, head bowed in quiet entreaty. The next words were quieter and yet more hopeful. "If I made it worth your while, would you consider tutoring me?"
It was refreshing to see one who accepted constructive feedback without viewing it as criticism, and Nephele appeared to be one such person. Zenais smiled as she nodded whilst listening to the bronzed skin lady and her story. Not being able to find the time to practice is not surprising, for when one was caught up in the nitty gritty details of life, daily mundanes and surivivng in general, it was easy to forget.
To be asked to be one's tutor was a surprise however, and for a moment, Zenais blinked, finding herself at a loss for words when Nephele asked. Was she equipped to tutor? Between her job and the necessity to ensure she was available for performances at the drop of the hat, she doubted she'd be able to have the time, and neither did she think she would be able to do justice should she try.
So to her regret, the brunette had to politely decline. Shaking her head, Zenais was apologetic as she spoke. "I do not think I could do it justice, miss." she murmured. A thoughtful look did enter her eyes however, as she gave a glance over at the rest of the tavern, and where her employer was at the bar wiping glasses and chatting up with his customers.
"However, may I suggest, if you're able, to perhaps take up an apprenticeship here? There are some girls working under this roof who would be great at teaching. I..." she paused, glancing at the wine she had been holding, her eyes seemingly far away. After almost ten years hiding away, Zenais was beginning to think that perhaps, it is time for her to move on, to step out and do something with her life, instead of spending each day in fear of the next. "I am thinking of moving soon, and no longer work here. Would you want to take up an employment here? I could speak to Taras for you." she murmured, gesturing at the man at the bar, a question in her eyes for Nephele.
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It was refreshing to see one who accepted constructive feedback without viewing it as criticism, and Nephele appeared to be one such person. Zenais smiled as she nodded whilst listening to the bronzed skin lady and her story. Not being able to find the time to practice is not surprising, for when one was caught up in the nitty gritty details of life, daily mundanes and surivivng in general, it was easy to forget.
To be asked to be one's tutor was a surprise however, and for a moment, Zenais blinked, finding herself at a loss for words when Nephele asked. Was she equipped to tutor? Between her job and the necessity to ensure she was available for performances at the drop of the hat, she doubted she'd be able to have the time, and neither did she think she would be able to do justice should she try.
So to her regret, the brunette had to politely decline. Shaking her head, Zenais was apologetic as she spoke. "I do not think I could do it justice, miss." she murmured. A thoughtful look did enter her eyes however, as she gave a glance over at the rest of the tavern, and where her employer was at the bar wiping glasses and chatting up with his customers.
"However, may I suggest, if you're able, to perhaps take up an apprenticeship here? There are some girls working under this roof who would be great at teaching. I..." she paused, glancing at the wine she had been holding, her eyes seemingly far away. After almost ten years hiding away, Zenais was beginning to think that perhaps, it is time for her to move on, to step out and do something with her life, instead of spending each day in fear of the next. "I am thinking of moving soon, and no longer work here. Would you want to take up an employment here? I could speak to Taras for you." she murmured, gesturing at the man at the bar, a question in her eyes for Nephele.
It was refreshing to see one who accepted constructive feedback without viewing it as criticism, and Nephele appeared to be one such person. Zenais smiled as she nodded whilst listening to the bronzed skin lady and her story. Not being able to find the time to practice is not surprising, for when one was caught up in the nitty gritty details of life, daily mundanes and surivivng in general, it was easy to forget.
To be asked to be one's tutor was a surprise however, and for a moment, Zenais blinked, finding herself at a loss for words when Nephele asked. Was she equipped to tutor? Between her job and the necessity to ensure she was available for performances at the drop of the hat, she doubted she'd be able to have the time, and neither did she think she would be able to do justice should she try.
So to her regret, the brunette had to politely decline. Shaking her head, Zenais was apologetic as she spoke. "I do not think I could do it justice, miss." she murmured. A thoughtful look did enter her eyes however, as she gave a glance over at the rest of the tavern, and where her employer was at the bar wiping glasses and chatting up with his customers.
"However, may I suggest, if you're able, to perhaps take up an apprenticeship here? There are some girls working under this roof who would be great at teaching. I..." she paused, glancing at the wine she had been holding, her eyes seemingly far away. After almost ten years hiding away, Zenais was beginning to think that perhaps, it is time for her to move on, to step out and do something with her life, instead of spending each day in fear of the next. "I am thinking of moving soon, and no longer work here. Would you want to take up an employment here? I could speak to Taras for you." she murmured, gesturing at the man at the bar, a question in her eyes for Nephele.
It was a reach and Nephele knew it, a shot in the dark, one she hadn't planned, so the pause was to be expected, the other lady caught as off guard as Nephele was in some ways. That didn't stop the little bubble of hope in her chest from rising as the lady adopted a thoughtful look, her eyes distant know. But she knew the answer before another word was spoken, the regretful look all she needed to see. She turned her gaze downward as she steeled herself, any inappropriate feelings from intruding. She had asked a stranger and while it wasn't an inappropriate question in her opinion, that didn't mean it had been anything close to certain, now matter how much Nephele planed to give Zenais return. No disappointment was welcome in her, so she shoved it down, and answered instead, small smile polite. "It was worth my asking."
Her counterpart's suggestion however, accompanied by her pensive look, almost distracted, was far different. An apprenticeship, employment, and a dedicated chance to practice. It was alluring, and Nephele broke out in a small, rueful smile. It sounded like a dream, if a small one. But she was too old for dreams any more, the time for that was past. Even if she might like to, she had expectations and responsibilities to live up to, her own and her family's. "Unfortunately, I too must decline. There has already been employment lined up for me, and even if that wasn't the case, my family would never permit it." The regret vanished from her face like a mirage instead Nephele offered polite curiosity. "Do you know where you want to move? I imagine you could get a job whenever you went."
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It was a reach and Nephele knew it, a shot in the dark, one she hadn't planned, so the pause was to be expected, the other lady caught as off guard as Nephele was in some ways. That didn't stop the little bubble of hope in her chest from rising as the lady adopted a thoughtful look, her eyes distant know. But she knew the answer before another word was spoken, the regretful look all she needed to see. She turned her gaze downward as she steeled herself, any inappropriate feelings from intruding. She had asked a stranger and while it wasn't an inappropriate question in her opinion, that didn't mean it had been anything close to certain, now matter how much Nephele planed to give Zenais return. No disappointment was welcome in her, so she shoved it down, and answered instead, small smile polite. "It was worth my asking."
Her counterpart's suggestion however, accompanied by her pensive look, almost distracted, was far different. An apprenticeship, employment, and a dedicated chance to practice. It was alluring, and Nephele broke out in a small, rueful smile. It sounded like a dream, if a small one. But she was too old for dreams any more, the time for that was past. Even if she might like to, she had expectations and responsibilities to live up to, her own and her family's. "Unfortunately, I too must decline. There has already been employment lined up for me, and even if that wasn't the case, my family would never permit it." The regret vanished from her face like a mirage instead Nephele offered polite curiosity. "Do you know where you want to move? I imagine you could get a job whenever you went."
It was a reach and Nephele knew it, a shot in the dark, one she hadn't planned, so the pause was to be expected, the other lady caught as off guard as Nephele was in some ways. That didn't stop the little bubble of hope in her chest from rising as the lady adopted a thoughtful look, her eyes distant know. But she knew the answer before another word was spoken, the regretful look all she needed to see. She turned her gaze downward as she steeled herself, any inappropriate feelings from intruding. She had asked a stranger and while it wasn't an inappropriate question in her opinion, that didn't mean it had been anything close to certain, now matter how much Nephele planed to give Zenais return. No disappointment was welcome in her, so she shoved it down, and answered instead, small smile polite. "It was worth my asking."
Her counterpart's suggestion however, accompanied by her pensive look, almost distracted, was far different. An apprenticeship, employment, and a dedicated chance to practice. It was alluring, and Nephele broke out in a small, rueful smile. It sounded like a dream, if a small one. But she was too old for dreams any more, the time for that was past. Even if she might like to, she had expectations and responsibilities to live up to, her own and her family's. "Unfortunately, I too must decline. There has already been employment lined up for me, and even if that wasn't the case, my family would never permit it." The regret vanished from her face like a mirage instead Nephele offered polite curiosity. "Do you know where you want to move? I imagine you could get a job whenever you went."
She truly did not wish to dissapoint the young lady, but for her to take up a mantle she was not ready for would be a disservice to the other, and it was a small, apologetic smile that Zenais shot the other in response to the smile Nephele gave her, another small tilt of her head in a sign of apology. The best offer she could give really, was a place where she could learn more, and since Zenais was planning on leaving soon anyhow, why not?
The question posed to her made her pause, her eyes falling to study the rim of the wine chalice she had been holding before, now empty. The rejection made Zenais raise a brow, and then gave a regretful smile. "That is a pity, miss. Would even a small amount of time not be possible for you? A few hours a week would benefit yourself greatly, if you so wish to brush your skills." she murmured, gently trying to coax. She could speak to the tavern master, for Konstanos was not someone who would reject, plus he's got a soft heart for his favorite performer. Zenais's nightingale like voice had given him many customers over the years, so he was somewhat beholden to her smaller requests.
Shaking her head when questions of her future was asked, she placed a finger on her lips in a hushing motion, glancing surreptiously at the counter again. "I have not decided yet, and my employer would be none too happy. But.... I think a decade here is more then enough time for me."
Pushing the chalice away once the music struck up again, she was soon summoned by a young girl, and Zenais gave one last smile at Nephele as she stood up, running a hand through her brunette curls, before she gave a small bow to Nephele. "I apologize for having to leave so abruptly, but my job beckons once again." the brunette paused, as if considering her next words, before speaking again. "Do not just let go of your dreams, Miss Nephele. It would be a shame for one's talent to not be nurtured."
With another friendly smile, Zenais walked off back to where the stage awaited her. It was dim on stage, but people knew who she was anyhow, and clapped as she returned. It was not a life Zenais wished to continue for much longer... but for now, it ensured she survived.
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She truly did not wish to dissapoint the young lady, but for her to take up a mantle she was not ready for would be a disservice to the other, and it was a small, apologetic smile that Zenais shot the other in response to the smile Nephele gave her, another small tilt of her head in a sign of apology. The best offer she could give really, was a place where she could learn more, and since Zenais was planning on leaving soon anyhow, why not?
The question posed to her made her pause, her eyes falling to study the rim of the wine chalice she had been holding before, now empty. The rejection made Zenais raise a brow, and then gave a regretful smile. "That is a pity, miss. Would even a small amount of time not be possible for you? A few hours a week would benefit yourself greatly, if you so wish to brush your skills." she murmured, gently trying to coax. She could speak to the tavern master, for Konstanos was not someone who would reject, plus he's got a soft heart for his favorite performer. Zenais's nightingale like voice had given him many customers over the years, so he was somewhat beholden to her smaller requests.
Shaking her head when questions of her future was asked, she placed a finger on her lips in a hushing motion, glancing surreptiously at the counter again. "I have not decided yet, and my employer would be none too happy. But.... I think a decade here is more then enough time for me."
Pushing the chalice away once the music struck up again, she was soon summoned by a young girl, and Zenais gave one last smile at Nephele as she stood up, running a hand through her brunette curls, before she gave a small bow to Nephele. "I apologize for having to leave so abruptly, but my job beckons once again." the brunette paused, as if considering her next words, before speaking again. "Do not just let go of your dreams, Miss Nephele. It would be a shame for one's talent to not be nurtured."
With another friendly smile, Zenais walked off back to where the stage awaited her. It was dim on stage, but people knew who she was anyhow, and clapped as she returned. It was not a life Zenais wished to continue for much longer... but for now, it ensured she survived.
She truly did not wish to dissapoint the young lady, but for her to take up a mantle she was not ready for would be a disservice to the other, and it was a small, apologetic smile that Zenais shot the other in response to the smile Nephele gave her, another small tilt of her head in a sign of apology. The best offer she could give really, was a place where she could learn more, and since Zenais was planning on leaving soon anyhow, why not?
The question posed to her made her pause, her eyes falling to study the rim of the wine chalice she had been holding before, now empty. The rejection made Zenais raise a brow, and then gave a regretful smile. "That is a pity, miss. Would even a small amount of time not be possible for you? A few hours a week would benefit yourself greatly, if you so wish to brush your skills." she murmured, gently trying to coax. She could speak to the tavern master, for Konstanos was not someone who would reject, plus he's got a soft heart for his favorite performer. Zenais's nightingale like voice had given him many customers over the years, so he was somewhat beholden to her smaller requests.
Shaking her head when questions of her future was asked, she placed a finger on her lips in a hushing motion, glancing surreptiously at the counter again. "I have not decided yet, and my employer would be none too happy. But.... I think a decade here is more then enough time for me."
Pushing the chalice away once the music struck up again, she was soon summoned by a young girl, and Zenais gave one last smile at Nephele as she stood up, running a hand through her brunette curls, before she gave a small bow to Nephele. "I apologize for having to leave so abruptly, but my job beckons once again." the brunette paused, as if considering her next words, before speaking again. "Do not just let go of your dreams, Miss Nephele. It would be a shame for one's talent to not be nurtured."
With another friendly smile, Zenais walked off back to where the stage awaited her. It was dim on stage, but people knew who she was anyhow, and clapped as she returned. It was not a life Zenais wished to continue for much longer... but for now, it ensured she survived.