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“Of course not, where would the fun be? If I was to marry you, it would be for your fire, your adventurous nature. Why would I want you shackled to the home as a broodmare? That would be very counterintuitive to the whole relationship.”
Kaia gave an amused smirk at that. If only he knew the adventure she would be interested in partaking. There would be no way he as a military officer would condone what her family does—married or not. Marriage just wasn’t really a possibility, though that was why speaking hypothetically was fun she supposed.
“That is not to say that I would not want kids, in particular at least one son. My father taught me almost all that I know, and I would like to pass down his lessons to a new generation, hopefully one that starts on better footing than he or I did.”
Kaia gave a sly chuckle at that. She understood the notion of course. From what she understood of royals and nobles, a son meant inheriting the family’s wealth and assets. Beyond that, Kaia figured wanting sons came down more to be a pride thing.
“Never be too quick to dismiss a daughter, we are just as capable,” Kaia insisted, still smirking. “Whatever a son can be taught, a daughter can learn.”
There was no doubt that Hektos or even Kaia’s own father Agolois would have wanted a son, but Kaia was sure that both she and Aea were just as capable—if not more—than any son could have been in their place.
“You’ve no desire to settle down with a permanent home? I find that even with all of my travels it is relaxing to sleep in a permanent bed that is your own. To sit at my own desk as I read various reports, no matter how boring. I could never lead the life of a farmer, tied to my land. I might like to own a vineyard someday, with people to work it while I spend my time on campaign. I had not considered how I would act if my hypothetical spouse and I were in a fight. I suppose if she was someone like you that I could trust to defend herself, then I would be happy to fight alongside her, as a fellow warrior.”
The thought of having a bed or a desk within a home was just as foreign to Kaia as the idea of staying somewhere permanently. She’d never really been inside a house before. She’d been in taverns, but not a house owned by someone. She wondered what it would be like to sleep in a bed under a roof, instead of on old furs under the stars. It was an attractive fantasy, but not something permanent. If the price for her freedom was never having a home of walls and furnishings, then she guessed it was a fair price to pay.
“No, not to stay,” Kaia answered thoughtfully. “There is so much to see, I could not imagine throwing that away in order to stay in one place. Perhaps having residences in various areas to stay in when nearby would be nice, but I cannot see how I would ever be in the position to have enough wealth to afford that,” Kaia added. She could see Alexandros’ appeal for wanting a vineyard in his name while away. Kaia could see the sense in it, but also had to wonder just how wealthy it was to be a Colchin captain. The comment about being a fellow warrior made Kaia smile despite herself.
“Perhaps when we next meet you will be more willing to talk about yourself, for now, however, I will let you feign your simple life. I know there has to be more to you than being a huntress with a pretty face, just as there is more to me than a soldier with a handsome face. As for my stories, there are plenty. I have spent my life on the battlefield, first as a mercenary and now as an officer. My swords and I have been through many harrowing duels and melees. What would you like to hear?”
Kaia gave a small nod of her head at him catching her deflection. She wondered if he truly did believe they would meet again. She supposed it wasn’t impossible, but certainly more unlikely than not. Stranger things had happened though.
“What of your times as a mercenary?” Kaia asked with honest curiosity. Perhaps someday if she and Aea managed to avoid being married off, they could become mercenaries. They could certainly fight well enough and no doubt the pay was reasonable. “Why did you stop and decide to become an officer?” Kaia added. She had to wonder if he ever thought about returning to the life, but then she remembered his comment about sitting at his desk and returning to his own bed and dismissed the query. As profitable as Kaia imagined being a mercenary to be, she supposed being an officer was moreso.
At her playful taunt that she may have ruined women for him, Alexandros gave a healthy laugh in response. “Woe to the unmarried women of Greece if this is true! Alexandros the Breathetaker had his breath taken away! Imagine the rumors! If you do ruin all other women for me, then, besides crushing countless dreams all across the kingdoms, I will be forced to track you down and pay whatever price your father asks. I don’t think I could settle for less if you proved that all other women were inferior to you.”
“The breathtaker,” Kaia echoed, unable to hide her playful mirth. Can’t say I’ve heard of him. A self proclaimed title then?” she teased, unable to help herself.
“But if that be the case,” Kaia continued, “I might have to suggest my father ask for at least four goats.”
The teasing was fun, though Kaia had never expected to speak so freely about marriage, especially with a man. She wasn’t so sure of social expectations around discussing the topic, but as far as she was concerned, it seemed like a harmless play of words. However, Kaia hardly doubted that Hektos would allow Agolois to refuse if Alexandros ever did decide to hunt her down. Given his penchant for women though, Kaia doubted it would ever come to that. Perhaps he would think back on the night as a fun memory, but her name and perhaps even her features would blend into the rest of the women of his past. It was no matter, just a simple way of the world.
With Aea ready to fight her opponent, Kaia grinned with eager excitement. The man was a solid opponent, there was no denying that. Aea had certainly reached up high to ensure the best return on her wager. Even as she began to circle the man, bets were still being made against her.
“I hope you are right. That man is one of the best warriors I have ever seen. I hope she doesn’t underestimate him either.”
Kaia understood the warning and gave a nod. The opponent was not like their usual targets, but then Aea was likely not his usual foe either. It would be an interesting fight, though if Kaia had money to bet, she would put it on Aea.
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“Of course not, where would the fun be? If I was to marry you, it would be for your fire, your adventurous nature. Why would I want you shackled to the home as a broodmare? That would be very counterintuitive to the whole relationship.”
Kaia gave an amused smirk at that. If only he knew the adventure she would be interested in partaking. There would be no way he as a military officer would condone what her family does—married or not. Marriage just wasn’t really a possibility, though that was why speaking hypothetically was fun she supposed.
“That is not to say that I would not want kids, in particular at least one son. My father taught me almost all that I know, and I would like to pass down his lessons to a new generation, hopefully one that starts on better footing than he or I did.”
Kaia gave a sly chuckle at that. She understood the notion of course. From what she understood of royals and nobles, a son meant inheriting the family’s wealth and assets. Beyond that, Kaia figured wanting sons came down more to be a pride thing.
“Never be too quick to dismiss a daughter, we are just as capable,” Kaia insisted, still smirking. “Whatever a son can be taught, a daughter can learn.”
There was no doubt that Hektos or even Kaia’s own father Agolois would have wanted a son, but Kaia was sure that both she and Aea were just as capable—if not more—than any son could have been in their place.
“You’ve no desire to settle down with a permanent home? I find that even with all of my travels it is relaxing to sleep in a permanent bed that is your own. To sit at my own desk as I read various reports, no matter how boring. I could never lead the life of a farmer, tied to my land. I might like to own a vineyard someday, with people to work it while I spend my time on campaign. I had not considered how I would act if my hypothetical spouse and I were in a fight. I suppose if she was someone like you that I could trust to defend herself, then I would be happy to fight alongside her, as a fellow warrior.”
The thought of having a bed or a desk within a home was just as foreign to Kaia as the idea of staying somewhere permanently. She’d never really been inside a house before. She’d been in taverns, but not a house owned by someone. She wondered what it would be like to sleep in a bed under a roof, instead of on old furs under the stars. It was an attractive fantasy, but not something permanent. If the price for her freedom was never having a home of walls and furnishings, then she guessed it was a fair price to pay.
“No, not to stay,” Kaia answered thoughtfully. “There is so much to see, I could not imagine throwing that away in order to stay in one place. Perhaps having residences in various areas to stay in when nearby would be nice, but I cannot see how I would ever be in the position to have enough wealth to afford that,” Kaia added. She could see Alexandros’ appeal for wanting a vineyard in his name while away. Kaia could see the sense in it, but also had to wonder just how wealthy it was to be a Colchin captain. The comment about being a fellow warrior made Kaia smile despite herself.
“Perhaps when we next meet you will be more willing to talk about yourself, for now, however, I will let you feign your simple life. I know there has to be more to you than being a huntress with a pretty face, just as there is more to me than a soldier with a handsome face. As for my stories, there are plenty. I have spent my life on the battlefield, first as a mercenary and now as an officer. My swords and I have been through many harrowing duels and melees. What would you like to hear?”
Kaia gave a small nod of her head at him catching her deflection. She wondered if he truly did believe they would meet again. She supposed it wasn’t impossible, but certainly more unlikely than not. Stranger things had happened though.
“What of your times as a mercenary?” Kaia asked with honest curiosity. Perhaps someday if she and Aea managed to avoid being married off, they could become mercenaries. They could certainly fight well enough and no doubt the pay was reasonable. “Why did you stop and decide to become an officer?” Kaia added. She had to wonder if he ever thought about returning to the life, but then she remembered his comment about sitting at his desk and returning to his own bed and dismissed the query. As profitable as Kaia imagined being a mercenary to be, she supposed being an officer was moreso.
At her playful taunt that she may have ruined women for him, Alexandros gave a healthy laugh in response. “Woe to the unmarried women of Greece if this is true! Alexandros the Breathetaker had his breath taken away! Imagine the rumors! If you do ruin all other women for me, then, besides crushing countless dreams all across the kingdoms, I will be forced to track you down and pay whatever price your father asks. I don’t think I could settle for less if you proved that all other women were inferior to you.”
“The breathtaker,” Kaia echoed, unable to hide her playful mirth. Can’t say I’ve heard of him. A self proclaimed title then?” she teased, unable to help herself.
“But if that be the case,” Kaia continued, “I might have to suggest my father ask for at least four goats.”
The teasing was fun, though Kaia had never expected to speak so freely about marriage, especially with a man. She wasn’t so sure of social expectations around discussing the topic, but as far as she was concerned, it seemed like a harmless play of words. However, Kaia hardly doubted that Hektos would allow Agolois to refuse if Alexandros ever did decide to hunt her down. Given his penchant for women though, Kaia doubted it would ever come to that. Perhaps he would think back on the night as a fun memory, but her name and perhaps even her features would blend into the rest of the women of his past. It was no matter, just a simple way of the world.
With Aea ready to fight her opponent, Kaia grinned with eager excitement. The man was a solid opponent, there was no denying that. Aea had certainly reached up high to ensure the best return on her wager. Even as she began to circle the man, bets were still being made against her.
“I hope you are right. That man is one of the best warriors I have ever seen. I hope she doesn’t underestimate him either.”
Kaia understood the warning and gave a nod. The opponent was not like their usual targets, but then Aea was likely not his usual foe either. It would be an interesting fight, though if Kaia had money to bet, she would put it on Aea.
“Of course not, where would the fun be? If I was to marry you, it would be for your fire, your adventurous nature. Why would I want you shackled to the home as a broodmare? That would be very counterintuitive to the whole relationship.”
Kaia gave an amused smirk at that. If only he knew the adventure she would be interested in partaking. There would be no way he as a military officer would condone what her family does—married or not. Marriage just wasn’t really a possibility, though that was why speaking hypothetically was fun she supposed.
“That is not to say that I would not want kids, in particular at least one son. My father taught me almost all that I know, and I would like to pass down his lessons to a new generation, hopefully one that starts on better footing than he or I did.”
Kaia gave a sly chuckle at that. She understood the notion of course. From what she understood of royals and nobles, a son meant inheriting the family’s wealth and assets. Beyond that, Kaia figured wanting sons came down more to be a pride thing.
“Never be too quick to dismiss a daughter, we are just as capable,” Kaia insisted, still smirking. “Whatever a son can be taught, a daughter can learn.”
There was no doubt that Hektos or even Kaia’s own father Agolois would have wanted a son, but Kaia was sure that both she and Aea were just as capable—if not more—than any son could have been in their place.
“You’ve no desire to settle down with a permanent home? I find that even with all of my travels it is relaxing to sleep in a permanent bed that is your own. To sit at my own desk as I read various reports, no matter how boring. I could never lead the life of a farmer, tied to my land. I might like to own a vineyard someday, with people to work it while I spend my time on campaign. I had not considered how I would act if my hypothetical spouse and I were in a fight. I suppose if she was someone like you that I could trust to defend herself, then I would be happy to fight alongside her, as a fellow warrior.”
The thought of having a bed or a desk within a home was just as foreign to Kaia as the idea of staying somewhere permanently. She’d never really been inside a house before. She’d been in taverns, but not a house owned by someone. She wondered what it would be like to sleep in a bed under a roof, instead of on old furs under the stars. It was an attractive fantasy, but not something permanent. If the price for her freedom was never having a home of walls and furnishings, then she guessed it was a fair price to pay.
“No, not to stay,” Kaia answered thoughtfully. “There is so much to see, I could not imagine throwing that away in order to stay in one place. Perhaps having residences in various areas to stay in when nearby would be nice, but I cannot see how I would ever be in the position to have enough wealth to afford that,” Kaia added. She could see Alexandros’ appeal for wanting a vineyard in his name while away. Kaia could see the sense in it, but also had to wonder just how wealthy it was to be a Colchin captain. The comment about being a fellow warrior made Kaia smile despite herself.
“Perhaps when we next meet you will be more willing to talk about yourself, for now, however, I will let you feign your simple life. I know there has to be more to you than being a huntress with a pretty face, just as there is more to me than a soldier with a handsome face. As for my stories, there are plenty. I have spent my life on the battlefield, first as a mercenary and now as an officer. My swords and I have been through many harrowing duels and melees. What would you like to hear?”
Kaia gave a small nod of her head at him catching her deflection. She wondered if he truly did believe they would meet again. She supposed it wasn’t impossible, but certainly more unlikely than not. Stranger things had happened though.
“What of your times as a mercenary?” Kaia asked with honest curiosity. Perhaps someday if she and Aea managed to avoid being married off, they could become mercenaries. They could certainly fight well enough and no doubt the pay was reasonable. “Why did you stop and decide to become an officer?” Kaia added. She had to wonder if he ever thought about returning to the life, but then she remembered his comment about sitting at his desk and returning to his own bed and dismissed the query. As profitable as Kaia imagined being a mercenary to be, she supposed being an officer was moreso.
At her playful taunt that she may have ruined women for him, Alexandros gave a healthy laugh in response. “Woe to the unmarried women of Greece if this is true! Alexandros the Breathetaker had his breath taken away! Imagine the rumors! If you do ruin all other women for me, then, besides crushing countless dreams all across the kingdoms, I will be forced to track you down and pay whatever price your father asks. I don’t think I could settle for less if you proved that all other women were inferior to you.”
“The breathtaker,” Kaia echoed, unable to hide her playful mirth. Can’t say I’ve heard of him. A self proclaimed title then?” she teased, unable to help herself.
“But if that be the case,” Kaia continued, “I might have to suggest my father ask for at least four goats.”
The teasing was fun, though Kaia had never expected to speak so freely about marriage, especially with a man. She wasn’t so sure of social expectations around discussing the topic, but as far as she was concerned, it seemed like a harmless play of words. However, Kaia hardly doubted that Hektos would allow Agolois to refuse if Alexandros ever did decide to hunt her down. Given his penchant for women though, Kaia doubted it would ever come to that. Perhaps he would think back on the night as a fun memory, but her name and perhaps even her features would blend into the rest of the women of his past. It was no matter, just a simple way of the world.
With Aea ready to fight her opponent, Kaia grinned with eager excitement. The man was a solid opponent, there was no denying that. Aea had certainly reached up high to ensure the best return on her wager. Even as she began to circle the man, bets were still being made against her.
“I hope you are right. That man is one of the best warriors I have ever seen. I hope she doesn’t underestimate him either.”
Kaia understood the warning and gave a nod. The opponent was not like their usual targets, but then Aea was likely not his usual foe either. It would be an interesting fight, though if Kaia had money to bet, she would put it on Aea.
Like an ant hill that had been kicked over, Vasiliadon was a flurry of debauchery. All to honor a god. Gianna would ribbon through the press of bodies effortlessly, Ophelia on her arm like an opulent accessory, smiling at those around her, afforded bows and genuflections where she went, recognizable as she was. The Condos Rose had taken notice of a small clearing, a fighting ring as it were, spectators having formed a circle around them. Not one to deprive her friend of amusement, Gianna made a note to pay a visit to the ring in support of whatever antics were playing out. Ophelia might have been too modest to ask to indulge her curiosities, and Gianna knew as much. Her friend’s voice grounded her thoughts once more.
“Was that outfit made for today? My dressmaker insisted I wear this...It is very beautiful, but...at least last year's outfit covered my breasts.”
Gianna beamed radiantly, taking a moment to admire the see-through sheerness of the material that offered all who looked upon her a small taste of the details of her figure beneath her clothes. “It was indeed, and I rather love it,” the royal replied, having no qualms about being exposed as she was. Ophelia did not share such courage when it came to her body, and that was reasonable, especially given her aspirations regarding family name and acceptable unions. “Your dress is magnificent, my dear Ophelia. It is enough to suggest to others what a delectable morsel you are, without fully compromising your virtue,” Gianna answered, hoping to belay any concerns of self-consciousness.
Returning favors of compliments for knowledge, the princess was most intrigued by the explanation she was given regarding the exquisite character reclining in the shade.
“I do! They have attended several Taengean festivals before! It is a wonder you have never had the pleasure, but then perhaps you have and you simply do not recognize them. I have seen them in both their, uh, forms...The person you see there is Lord Mihail of Thanassi. However, Lord Mihail has another identity. There are times when he prefers to identify as female, and in doing so goes by the name Mimi. It may be that you have spotted Mihail before, not Mimi. Mihail is an excellent archer. I assume the phoenix metaphor Mimi has selected today is a nod to this festival's acceptance of her identity -- a very clever decision, and very artfully executed.”
Gianna’s model-like face reflected a rather charmed smile by the entire thing. Lord Mihail of Thanasi was a name she’d heard bandied about in the courts and social settings, yet thus far had never had quite the pleasure of making his acquaintance. And it would seem that would have to wait, for today, Mimi was present, and far too enticing a snack for the princess to pass by. “I absolutely MUST meet this Mimi,” Gianna answered definitively. “It seems a crime that I have not previously done so. Though I have seen you taking note of the activities there. Let us pay a visit to satiate your thirst for this...ring fight my sweet friend, a surprising yet delightful facet of your personality indeed. I did not know you were interested in such things. It will be easy to attend on our way to engage Mimi,” Gianna offered in compromise as they began to snake their way through the press of bodies. "Does this seem reasonable?" When Gianna was met with silence, her eyes tracked to her side in search of her darling friend. Where Ophelia had been standing moment earlier, she was now gone, leaving a vacant space and utter confusion from Gia. The princess looked about intently. "Ophelia?" Had she been swept out by a handsome stranger as they'd traversed the crowds? Perhaps she'd encountered another friend and become distracted. Gianna eased towards the fighting ring, pools of cocoa scanning about perimeter, across the spectators, should Ophelia have been shuffled ahead to indulge in the racy competition. So preoccupied was she with seeking out her friend, she failed to notice the tall and notoriously obvious Prince Vangelis in the ring, being challenged.
After several minutes of fruitless searching, Gianna's shoulders slumped a bit, the nearly translucent material of her drape nearly slipping down one arm as she nudged it back into place. Wherever Ophelia had disappeared off to, she would have to meet up with her beloved companion later. Instead, she set her eyes to the wondrous fashionista who semi-reclined beneath the shady boughs of a mature tree. As she went, people stopped and genuflected to her, the princess of Tangea, and she waved and smiled and graciously thanked them all, a regular showpiece, very comfortable in front of so many eyes and adoring sycophants.
As she approached this Mihail of Thanasi, one guard moronically started to stop her, taking a single step forward, perhaps out of some failure to recognize who she was. Gianna merely raised a flattened palm towards him, and he wisely fell silent, and back in line. Gianna's cool gaze moved up and down the dauntless Mimi, who appeared very much fitting for the highest echelons of the food chain, yet also exceedingly bored simultaneously. Gianna approached without hesitation, intimidated by any pretentiousness the Colchian exuded. It seemed that Gianna would invade Mimi's personal space, drawing extremely close to her and leaning down almost as if to study something intently. In a rather brazen move, Gia reached forward to touch her shoulder, the sensation of fingers curling both against fabric and skin included in the motion. But the gesture didn't linger, as she withdrew her hand just as quickly. Slowly, Gia's fingers uncurled, to reveal a cricket. Gia made no attempt to squash to toss away the insect. Instead, she rather cradled it, smiling before glancing towards the fashion pioneer. "My companion Toregene from the exotic orient tells me that crickets are a symbol of luck. It would see you are favored this day. Gianna," she offered herself. "And you must be....."
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Like an ant hill that had been kicked over, Vasiliadon was a flurry of debauchery. All to honor a god. Gianna would ribbon through the press of bodies effortlessly, Ophelia on her arm like an opulent accessory, smiling at those around her, afforded bows and genuflections where she went, recognizable as she was. The Condos Rose had taken notice of a small clearing, a fighting ring as it were, spectators having formed a circle around them. Not one to deprive her friend of amusement, Gianna made a note to pay a visit to the ring in support of whatever antics were playing out. Ophelia might have been too modest to ask to indulge her curiosities, and Gianna knew as much. Her friend’s voice grounded her thoughts once more.
“Was that outfit made for today? My dressmaker insisted I wear this...It is very beautiful, but...at least last year's outfit covered my breasts.”
Gianna beamed radiantly, taking a moment to admire the see-through sheerness of the material that offered all who looked upon her a small taste of the details of her figure beneath her clothes. “It was indeed, and I rather love it,” the royal replied, having no qualms about being exposed as she was. Ophelia did not share such courage when it came to her body, and that was reasonable, especially given her aspirations regarding family name and acceptable unions. “Your dress is magnificent, my dear Ophelia. It is enough to suggest to others what a delectable morsel you are, without fully compromising your virtue,” Gianna answered, hoping to belay any concerns of self-consciousness.
Returning favors of compliments for knowledge, the princess was most intrigued by the explanation she was given regarding the exquisite character reclining in the shade.
“I do! They have attended several Taengean festivals before! It is a wonder you have never had the pleasure, but then perhaps you have and you simply do not recognize them. I have seen them in both their, uh, forms...The person you see there is Lord Mihail of Thanassi. However, Lord Mihail has another identity. There are times when he prefers to identify as female, and in doing so goes by the name Mimi. It may be that you have spotted Mihail before, not Mimi. Mihail is an excellent archer. I assume the phoenix metaphor Mimi has selected today is a nod to this festival's acceptance of her identity -- a very clever decision, and very artfully executed.”
Gianna’s model-like face reflected a rather charmed smile by the entire thing. Lord Mihail of Thanasi was a name she’d heard bandied about in the courts and social settings, yet thus far had never had quite the pleasure of making his acquaintance. And it would seem that would have to wait, for today, Mimi was present, and far too enticing a snack for the princess to pass by. “I absolutely MUST meet this Mimi,” Gianna answered definitively. “It seems a crime that I have not previously done so. Though I have seen you taking note of the activities there. Let us pay a visit to satiate your thirst for this...ring fight my sweet friend, a surprising yet delightful facet of your personality indeed. I did not know you were interested in such things. It will be easy to attend on our way to engage Mimi,” Gianna offered in compromise as they began to snake their way through the press of bodies. "Does this seem reasonable?" When Gianna was met with silence, her eyes tracked to her side in search of her darling friend. Where Ophelia had been standing moment earlier, she was now gone, leaving a vacant space and utter confusion from Gia. The princess looked about intently. "Ophelia?" Had she been swept out by a handsome stranger as they'd traversed the crowds? Perhaps she'd encountered another friend and become distracted. Gianna eased towards the fighting ring, pools of cocoa scanning about perimeter, across the spectators, should Ophelia have been shuffled ahead to indulge in the racy competition. So preoccupied was she with seeking out her friend, she failed to notice the tall and notoriously obvious Prince Vangelis in the ring, being challenged.
After several minutes of fruitless searching, Gianna's shoulders slumped a bit, the nearly translucent material of her drape nearly slipping down one arm as she nudged it back into place. Wherever Ophelia had disappeared off to, she would have to meet up with her beloved companion later. Instead, she set her eyes to the wondrous fashionista who semi-reclined beneath the shady boughs of a mature tree. As she went, people stopped and genuflected to her, the princess of Tangea, and she waved and smiled and graciously thanked them all, a regular showpiece, very comfortable in front of so many eyes and adoring sycophants.
As she approached this Mihail of Thanasi, one guard moronically started to stop her, taking a single step forward, perhaps out of some failure to recognize who she was. Gianna merely raised a flattened palm towards him, and he wisely fell silent, and back in line. Gianna's cool gaze moved up and down the dauntless Mimi, who appeared very much fitting for the highest echelons of the food chain, yet also exceedingly bored simultaneously. Gianna approached without hesitation, intimidated by any pretentiousness the Colchian exuded. It seemed that Gianna would invade Mimi's personal space, drawing extremely close to her and leaning down almost as if to study something intently. In a rather brazen move, Gia reached forward to touch her shoulder, the sensation of fingers curling both against fabric and skin included in the motion. But the gesture didn't linger, as she withdrew her hand just as quickly. Slowly, Gia's fingers uncurled, to reveal a cricket. Gia made no attempt to squash to toss away the insect. Instead, she rather cradled it, smiling before glancing towards the fashion pioneer. "My companion Toregene from the exotic orient tells me that crickets are a symbol of luck. It would see you are favored this day. Gianna," she offered herself. "And you must be....."
Like an ant hill that had been kicked over, Vasiliadon was a flurry of debauchery. All to honor a god. Gianna would ribbon through the press of bodies effortlessly, Ophelia on her arm like an opulent accessory, smiling at those around her, afforded bows and genuflections where she went, recognizable as she was. The Condos Rose had taken notice of a small clearing, a fighting ring as it were, spectators having formed a circle around them. Not one to deprive her friend of amusement, Gianna made a note to pay a visit to the ring in support of whatever antics were playing out. Ophelia might have been too modest to ask to indulge her curiosities, and Gianna knew as much. Her friend’s voice grounded her thoughts once more.
“Was that outfit made for today? My dressmaker insisted I wear this...It is very beautiful, but...at least last year's outfit covered my breasts.”
Gianna beamed radiantly, taking a moment to admire the see-through sheerness of the material that offered all who looked upon her a small taste of the details of her figure beneath her clothes. “It was indeed, and I rather love it,” the royal replied, having no qualms about being exposed as she was. Ophelia did not share such courage when it came to her body, and that was reasonable, especially given her aspirations regarding family name and acceptable unions. “Your dress is magnificent, my dear Ophelia. It is enough to suggest to others what a delectable morsel you are, without fully compromising your virtue,” Gianna answered, hoping to belay any concerns of self-consciousness.
Returning favors of compliments for knowledge, the princess was most intrigued by the explanation she was given regarding the exquisite character reclining in the shade.
“I do! They have attended several Taengean festivals before! It is a wonder you have never had the pleasure, but then perhaps you have and you simply do not recognize them. I have seen them in both their, uh, forms...The person you see there is Lord Mihail of Thanassi. However, Lord Mihail has another identity. There are times when he prefers to identify as female, and in doing so goes by the name Mimi. It may be that you have spotted Mihail before, not Mimi. Mihail is an excellent archer. I assume the phoenix metaphor Mimi has selected today is a nod to this festival's acceptance of her identity -- a very clever decision, and very artfully executed.”
Gianna’s model-like face reflected a rather charmed smile by the entire thing. Lord Mihail of Thanasi was a name she’d heard bandied about in the courts and social settings, yet thus far had never had quite the pleasure of making his acquaintance. And it would seem that would have to wait, for today, Mimi was present, and far too enticing a snack for the princess to pass by. “I absolutely MUST meet this Mimi,” Gianna answered definitively. “It seems a crime that I have not previously done so. Though I have seen you taking note of the activities there. Let us pay a visit to satiate your thirst for this...ring fight my sweet friend, a surprising yet delightful facet of your personality indeed. I did not know you were interested in such things. It will be easy to attend on our way to engage Mimi,” Gianna offered in compromise as they began to snake their way through the press of bodies. "Does this seem reasonable?" When Gianna was met with silence, her eyes tracked to her side in search of her darling friend. Where Ophelia had been standing moment earlier, she was now gone, leaving a vacant space and utter confusion from Gia. The princess looked about intently. "Ophelia?" Had she been swept out by a handsome stranger as they'd traversed the crowds? Perhaps she'd encountered another friend and become distracted. Gianna eased towards the fighting ring, pools of cocoa scanning about perimeter, across the spectators, should Ophelia have been shuffled ahead to indulge in the racy competition. So preoccupied was she with seeking out her friend, she failed to notice the tall and notoriously obvious Prince Vangelis in the ring, being challenged.
After several minutes of fruitless searching, Gianna's shoulders slumped a bit, the nearly translucent material of her drape nearly slipping down one arm as she nudged it back into place. Wherever Ophelia had disappeared off to, she would have to meet up with her beloved companion later. Instead, she set her eyes to the wondrous fashionista who semi-reclined beneath the shady boughs of a mature tree. As she went, people stopped and genuflected to her, the princess of Tangea, and she waved and smiled and graciously thanked them all, a regular showpiece, very comfortable in front of so many eyes and adoring sycophants.
As she approached this Mihail of Thanasi, one guard moronically started to stop her, taking a single step forward, perhaps out of some failure to recognize who she was. Gianna merely raised a flattened palm towards him, and he wisely fell silent, and back in line. Gianna's cool gaze moved up and down the dauntless Mimi, who appeared very much fitting for the highest echelons of the food chain, yet also exceedingly bored simultaneously. Gianna approached without hesitation, intimidated by any pretentiousness the Colchian exuded. It seemed that Gianna would invade Mimi's personal space, drawing extremely close to her and leaning down almost as if to study something intently. In a rather brazen move, Gia reached forward to touch her shoulder, the sensation of fingers curling both against fabric and skin included in the motion. But the gesture didn't linger, as she withdrew her hand just as quickly. Slowly, Gia's fingers uncurled, to reveal a cricket. Gia made no attempt to squash to toss away the insect. Instead, she rather cradled it, smiling before glancing towards the fashion pioneer. "My companion Toregene from the exotic orient tells me that crickets are a symbol of luck. It would see you are favored this day. Gianna," she offered herself. "And you must be....."
Her full attention was now on her friend, the circle of fighters entirely forgotten. How, after all, could one possibly wish to view such a spectacle when the Princess Gianna stood before them? True, she and Gianna had indulged in each other's company for many years, but it never grew tiresome. Gianna was as dear to her as one could be, more precious than all the jewels in her collection.
'It was indeed,' the Princess gave in answer to her enquiry, gazing admirationally down at her outfit, which was displayed her perfect figure to perfection. 'And I rather love it.' At the other's comment about her own attire, the Condos Rose breathed a silent sigh of relief. The way Gianna phrased it, the dress was entirely appropriate, showing just enough of her skin to entice a potential suitor without fully compromising her virtue. That was something she could never do, for it was now more important than ever that she attract a husband. After all, she had vowed to declare her love to Evanthe, and she would, but doing so would mean that the girls would need a cover, a man to claim Ophelia's hand and cement their reputation as friends and nothing more. "As usual you are right; I was worrying over nothing," she smiled over at the golden-haired royal, lightly squeezing her arm. Gianna had proven to be right about many things recently, and for opening her eyes to these matters Ophelia would be eternally grateful. "It seems you are always right," she teased lightly, knowing that Gianna would catch the meaning of her little joke, but it would go right over the heads of any passers by who might happen to overhear.
As she explained the rather strange but charming story of Lord Mihail of Thanasi, she took careful note of Giana's expression. The Princess seemed intrigued, a fact that surprised her not in the least. Princess Mimi was, after all, a highly fascinating individual. 'I absolutely MUST meet this Mimi,' Gianna declared in a voice that would take no argument; not that Ophelia had the wish to dissuade her, for she too thought it only right that the two be introduced. 'It seems a crime that I have not previously done so. Though I have seen you taking note of the activities there. Let us pay a visit to satiate your thirst for this...ring fight my sweet friend, a surprising yet delightful facet of your personality indeed. I did not know you were interested in such things. It will be easy to attend on our way to engage Mimi.'
Ophelia's eyes widened slightly at Gianna's comment. She had not known that the girl had been observing her, though she ought not to be surprised. Gianna was, after all, known for her intuition. She had known about Evanthe, despite the best efforts of the White Rose to conceal her affections for her most beloved handmaid. "I am certain that she shall find Mihail a very engaging conversationalist," she murmured in response. "I had not realized that you had been taking note of where my eyes had wandered. In truth, I was merely surprised by the skill of one female fighter. They are all very brave."
She could make no objections as she was nudged towards the fighting pit. Her friend had no trepidation at all, no fear as to what they might see. There was a girl there -- the same girl as before, if she was not mistaken, though she had her back to Ophelia, so the Taengean could not see her face. And there was someone else, a man, but she recognized him immediately. Her family had gone to view his portrait when it had been believed that he might wed her sister. Her mouth fell agape, her cheeks aflame. She had met him only once at the wedding, and wished the ground would swallow her. Again, that same feeling gripped her. She held no ill will towards her sister for rejecting the Prince -- she had fallen in love with a very respectable gentleman after all -- but it was still rather embarrassing to come upon the man she had rejected.
"Prince Vangelis..." she whispered, turning to Gianna with wide, mortified eyes. "Gia, let's not watch anymore. I could not bear to have him notice me; I-I still fear to be around him. I know it is foolish, but..." she sighed, shaking her head in exasperation as the words that usually came to easily failed her "...I just feel so awkward around him!"
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Her full attention was now on her friend, the circle of fighters entirely forgotten. How, after all, could one possibly wish to view such a spectacle when the Princess Gianna stood before them? True, she and Gianna had indulged in each other's company for many years, but it never grew tiresome. Gianna was as dear to her as one could be, more precious than all the jewels in her collection.
'It was indeed,' the Princess gave in answer to her enquiry, gazing admirationally down at her outfit, which was displayed her perfect figure to perfection. 'And I rather love it.' At the other's comment about her own attire, the Condos Rose breathed a silent sigh of relief. The way Gianna phrased it, the dress was entirely appropriate, showing just enough of her skin to entice a potential suitor without fully compromising her virtue. That was something she could never do, for it was now more important than ever that she attract a husband. After all, she had vowed to declare her love to Evanthe, and she would, but doing so would mean that the girls would need a cover, a man to claim Ophelia's hand and cement their reputation as friends and nothing more. "As usual you are right; I was worrying over nothing," she smiled over at the golden-haired royal, lightly squeezing her arm. Gianna had proven to be right about many things recently, and for opening her eyes to these matters Ophelia would be eternally grateful. "It seems you are always right," she teased lightly, knowing that Gianna would catch the meaning of her little joke, but it would go right over the heads of any passers by who might happen to overhear.
As she explained the rather strange but charming story of Lord Mihail of Thanasi, she took careful note of Giana's expression. The Princess seemed intrigued, a fact that surprised her not in the least. Princess Mimi was, after all, a highly fascinating individual. 'I absolutely MUST meet this Mimi,' Gianna declared in a voice that would take no argument; not that Ophelia had the wish to dissuade her, for she too thought it only right that the two be introduced. 'It seems a crime that I have not previously done so. Though I have seen you taking note of the activities there. Let us pay a visit to satiate your thirst for this...ring fight my sweet friend, a surprising yet delightful facet of your personality indeed. I did not know you were interested in such things. It will be easy to attend on our way to engage Mimi.'
Ophelia's eyes widened slightly at Gianna's comment. She had not known that the girl had been observing her, though she ought not to be surprised. Gianna was, after all, known for her intuition. She had known about Evanthe, despite the best efforts of the White Rose to conceal her affections for her most beloved handmaid. "I am certain that she shall find Mihail a very engaging conversationalist," she murmured in response. "I had not realized that you had been taking note of where my eyes had wandered. In truth, I was merely surprised by the skill of one female fighter. They are all very brave."
She could make no objections as she was nudged towards the fighting pit. Her friend had no trepidation at all, no fear as to what they might see. There was a girl there -- the same girl as before, if she was not mistaken, though she had her back to Ophelia, so the Taengean could not see her face. And there was someone else, a man, but she recognized him immediately. Her family had gone to view his portrait when it had been believed that he might wed her sister. Her mouth fell agape, her cheeks aflame. She had met him only once at the wedding, and wished the ground would swallow her. Again, that same feeling gripped her. She held no ill will towards her sister for rejecting the Prince -- she had fallen in love with a very respectable gentleman after all -- but it was still rather embarrassing to come upon the man she had rejected.
"Prince Vangelis..." she whispered, turning to Gianna with wide, mortified eyes. "Gia, let's not watch anymore. I could not bear to have him notice me; I-I still fear to be around him. I know it is foolish, but..." she sighed, shaking her head in exasperation as the words that usually came to easily failed her "...I just feel so awkward around him!"
Her full attention was now on her friend, the circle of fighters entirely forgotten. How, after all, could one possibly wish to view such a spectacle when the Princess Gianna stood before them? True, she and Gianna had indulged in each other's company for many years, but it never grew tiresome. Gianna was as dear to her as one could be, more precious than all the jewels in her collection.
'It was indeed,' the Princess gave in answer to her enquiry, gazing admirationally down at her outfit, which was displayed her perfect figure to perfection. 'And I rather love it.' At the other's comment about her own attire, the Condos Rose breathed a silent sigh of relief. The way Gianna phrased it, the dress was entirely appropriate, showing just enough of her skin to entice a potential suitor without fully compromising her virtue. That was something she could never do, for it was now more important than ever that she attract a husband. After all, she had vowed to declare her love to Evanthe, and she would, but doing so would mean that the girls would need a cover, a man to claim Ophelia's hand and cement their reputation as friends and nothing more. "As usual you are right; I was worrying over nothing," she smiled over at the golden-haired royal, lightly squeezing her arm. Gianna had proven to be right about many things recently, and for opening her eyes to these matters Ophelia would be eternally grateful. "It seems you are always right," she teased lightly, knowing that Gianna would catch the meaning of her little joke, but it would go right over the heads of any passers by who might happen to overhear.
As she explained the rather strange but charming story of Lord Mihail of Thanasi, she took careful note of Giana's expression. The Princess seemed intrigued, a fact that surprised her not in the least. Princess Mimi was, after all, a highly fascinating individual. 'I absolutely MUST meet this Mimi,' Gianna declared in a voice that would take no argument; not that Ophelia had the wish to dissuade her, for she too thought it only right that the two be introduced. 'It seems a crime that I have not previously done so. Though I have seen you taking note of the activities there. Let us pay a visit to satiate your thirst for this...ring fight my sweet friend, a surprising yet delightful facet of your personality indeed. I did not know you were interested in such things. It will be easy to attend on our way to engage Mimi.'
Ophelia's eyes widened slightly at Gianna's comment. She had not known that the girl had been observing her, though she ought not to be surprised. Gianna was, after all, known for her intuition. She had known about Evanthe, despite the best efforts of the White Rose to conceal her affections for her most beloved handmaid. "I am certain that she shall find Mihail a very engaging conversationalist," she murmured in response. "I had not realized that you had been taking note of where my eyes had wandered. In truth, I was merely surprised by the skill of one female fighter. They are all very brave."
She could make no objections as she was nudged towards the fighting pit. Her friend had no trepidation at all, no fear as to what they might see. There was a girl there -- the same girl as before, if she was not mistaken, though she had her back to Ophelia, so the Taengean could not see her face. And there was someone else, a man, but she recognized him immediately. Her family had gone to view his portrait when it had been believed that he might wed her sister. Her mouth fell agape, her cheeks aflame. She had met him only once at the wedding, and wished the ground would swallow her. Again, that same feeling gripped her. She held no ill will towards her sister for rejecting the Prince -- she had fallen in love with a very respectable gentleman after all -- but it was still rather embarrassing to come upon the man she had rejected.
"Prince Vangelis..." she whispered, turning to Gianna with wide, mortified eyes. "Gia, let's not watch anymore. I could not bear to have him notice me; I-I still fear to be around him. I know it is foolish, but..." she sighed, shaking her head in exasperation as the words that usually came to easily failed her "...I just feel so awkward around him!"
“Never be too quick to dismiss a daughter, we are just as capable,” Kaia insisted, still smirking. “Whatever a son can be taught, a daughter can learn.”
Alexandros smiled and gave a nod as she spoke. “I had not meant to imply that a daughter could not learn these things or that I would not teach her all that I know. Perhaps we could have one of each, if that strikes your fancy.” He said with a teasing smirk. “I would like to have son to carry on my legacy and line. I have no intention of remaining just a Captain for the rest of my life. My eyes are set far higher, maybe you can empathize with such ambitions.”
“No, not to stay,” Kaia answered thoughtfully. “There is so much to see, I could not imagine throwing that away in order to stay in one place. Perhaps having residences in various areas to stay in when nearby would be nice, but I cannot see how I would ever be in the position to have enough wealth to afford that,”
Her words and philosophy were intriguing, and the point she made about multiple houses made sense to him. He did, Howe think that there might have been some confusion about what he meant. “I’m not saying that to have a permanent home would mean returning to it nightly. I mean a place where after you finish some travels, adventures, or a campaign that you can come back to. It could be be months before you return, but, whenever you do come back, you are home, in a bed that you own. I enjoy being away; I loved life on the road, but I find having a place that is mine to be incredibly relaxing.” He smiled as he spoke, thinking of his small house. It wasn’t much, but it was most certainly his.
“What of your times as a mercenary? Why did you stop and decide to become an officer?”
Alexandros thought for a few moments, trying to decide how much truth he was willing to give to someone who offered almost none in return. He decided in the interest of prying some honesty from her, perhaps he should tell the full truth. “I grew up in the company. My father lead the men, and he taught me from the time I could walk how to wield a sword, how to lead men, and how to survive as a soldier. He was a good man and a strong warrior. I started fighting when I was 15. I’ll never forget the carnage of that first battle, it was indescribable. I acted as champion for the first time later that year and spilled much blood in single combat. In the end, what made me become a Captain was the death of my father. He died when we were ambushed while on patrol. The men decided to follow one of his lieutenants instead of me. After that, I decided that perhaps steady work that would let me investigate as needed into the death of my father would be for the best. Which brings me all the way to here, where I met the beautiful Kaia at the Dionysa.” His smirk returned as he tried to lighten the mood from his heavy story of the past.
“The breathtaker,” Kaia echoed, unable to hide her playful mirth. “Can’t say I’ve heard of him. A self proclaimed title then?”
He laughed at her joke, a broad smile across his face that reached fully into his blue eyes. “It was not self proclaimed, thank you very much. I earned that epithet after a duel with the champion of another mercenary band. He was a well respected warrior, who was slowing in his older age. One of my father’s friends said ‘Alexandros takes breathes in battle and on the streets.’ After that, the title kind of stuck. It grew more popular with each victory, but I suppose if you aren’t connected to the world of soldiers or mercenaries then perhaps it is new to you.” His teasing smirk once again appeared on his face.
“But if that be the case,” Kaia continued, “I might have to suggest my father ask for at least four goats.”
“Upping your price? That’s a bold strategy before you know if someone is going to buy or not, but it may work out, who knows? I think 4 goats might be fair for one as beautiful as you, but perhaps it is two few for the woman who ruins all later women.”
With Kaia’s nod accepting his point about Vangelis, Alexandros too turned to watch how the match would play out.
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“Never be too quick to dismiss a daughter, we are just as capable,” Kaia insisted, still smirking. “Whatever a son can be taught, a daughter can learn.”
Alexandros smiled and gave a nod as she spoke. “I had not meant to imply that a daughter could not learn these things or that I would not teach her all that I know. Perhaps we could have one of each, if that strikes your fancy.” He said with a teasing smirk. “I would like to have son to carry on my legacy and line. I have no intention of remaining just a Captain for the rest of my life. My eyes are set far higher, maybe you can empathize with such ambitions.”
“No, not to stay,” Kaia answered thoughtfully. “There is so much to see, I could not imagine throwing that away in order to stay in one place. Perhaps having residences in various areas to stay in when nearby would be nice, but I cannot see how I would ever be in the position to have enough wealth to afford that,”
Her words and philosophy were intriguing, and the point she made about multiple houses made sense to him. He did, Howe think that there might have been some confusion about what he meant. “I’m not saying that to have a permanent home would mean returning to it nightly. I mean a place where after you finish some travels, adventures, or a campaign that you can come back to. It could be be months before you return, but, whenever you do come back, you are home, in a bed that you own. I enjoy being away; I loved life on the road, but I find having a place that is mine to be incredibly relaxing.” He smiled as he spoke, thinking of his small house. It wasn’t much, but it was most certainly his.
“What of your times as a mercenary? Why did you stop and decide to become an officer?”
Alexandros thought for a few moments, trying to decide how much truth he was willing to give to someone who offered almost none in return. He decided in the interest of prying some honesty from her, perhaps he should tell the full truth. “I grew up in the company. My father lead the men, and he taught me from the time I could walk how to wield a sword, how to lead men, and how to survive as a soldier. He was a good man and a strong warrior. I started fighting when I was 15. I’ll never forget the carnage of that first battle, it was indescribable. I acted as champion for the first time later that year and spilled much blood in single combat. In the end, what made me become a Captain was the death of my father. He died when we were ambushed while on patrol. The men decided to follow one of his lieutenants instead of me. After that, I decided that perhaps steady work that would let me investigate as needed into the death of my father would be for the best. Which brings me all the way to here, where I met the beautiful Kaia at the Dionysa.” His smirk returned as he tried to lighten the mood from his heavy story of the past.
“The breathtaker,” Kaia echoed, unable to hide her playful mirth. “Can’t say I’ve heard of him. A self proclaimed title then?”
He laughed at her joke, a broad smile across his face that reached fully into his blue eyes. “It was not self proclaimed, thank you very much. I earned that epithet after a duel with the champion of another mercenary band. He was a well respected warrior, who was slowing in his older age. One of my father’s friends said ‘Alexandros takes breathes in battle and on the streets.’ After that, the title kind of stuck. It grew more popular with each victory, but I suppose if you aren’t connected to the world of soldiers or mercenaries then perhaps it is new to you.” His teasing smirk once again appeared on his face.
“But if that be the case,” Kaia continued, “I might have to suggest my father ask for at least four goats.”
“Upping your price? That’s a bold strategy before you know if someone is going to buy or not, but it may work out, who knows? I think 4 goats might be fair for one as beautiful as you, but perhaps it is two few for the woman who ruins all later women.”
With Kaia’s nod accepting his point about Vangelis, Alexandros too turned to watch how the match would play out.
“Never be too quick to dismiss a daughter, we are just as capable,” Kaia insisted, still smirking. “Whatever a son can be taught, a daughter can learn.”
Alexandros smiled and gave a nod as she spoke. “I had not meant to imply that a daughter could not learn these things or that I would not teach her all that I know. Perhaps we could have one of each, if that strikes your fancy.” He said with a teasing smirk. “I would like to have son to carry on my legacy and line. I have no intention of remaining just a Captain for the rest of my life. My eyes are set far higher, maybe you can empathize with such ambitions.”
“No, not to stay,” Kaia answered thoughtfully. “There is so much to see, I could not imagine throwing that away in order to stay in one place. Perhaps having residences in various areas to stay in when nearby would be nice, but I cannot see how I would ever be in the position to have enough wealth to afford that,”
Her words and philosophy were intriguing, and the point she made about multiple houses made sense to him. He did, Howe think that there might have been some confusion about what he meant. “I’m not saying that to have a permanent home would mean returning to it nightly. I mean a place where after you finish some travels, adventures, or a campaign that you can come back to. It could be be months before you return, but, whenever you do come back, you are home, in a bed that you own. I enjoy being away; I loved life on the road, but I find having a place that is mine to be incredibly relaxing.” He smiled as he spoke, thinking of his small house. It wasn’t much, but it was most certainly his.
“What of your times as a mercenary? Why did you stop and decide to become an officer?”
Alexandros thought for a few moments, trying to decide how much truth he was willing to give to someone who offered almost none in return. He decided in the interest of prying some honesty from her, perhaps he should tell the full truth. “I grew up in the company. My father lead the men, and he taught me from the time I could walk how to wield a sword, how to lead men, and how to survive as a soldier. He was a good man and a strong warrior. I started fighting when I was 15. I’ll never forget the carnage of that first battle, it was indescribable. I acted as champion for the first time later that year and spilled much blood in single combat. In the end, what made me become a Captain was the death of my father. He died when we were ambushed while on patrol. The men decided to follow one of his lieutenants instead of me. After that, I decided that perhaps steady work that would let me investigate as needed into the death of my father would be for the best. Which brings me all the way to here, where I met the beautiful Kaia at the Dionysa.” His smirk returned as he tried to lighten the mood from his heavy story of the past.
“The breathtaker,” Kaia echoed, unable to hide her playful mirth. “Can’t say I’ve heard of him. A self proclaimed title then?”
He laughed at her joke, a broad smile across his face that reached fully into his blue eyes. “It was not self proclaimed, thank you very much. I earned that epithet after a duel with the champion of another mercenary band. He was a well respected warrior, who was slowing in his older age. One of my father’s friends said ‘Alexandros takes breathes in battle and on the streets.’ After that, the title kind of stuck. It grew more popular with each victory, but I suppose if you aren’t connected to the world of soldiers or mercenaries then perhaps it is new to you.” His teasing smirk once again appeared on his face.
“But if that be the case,” Kaia continued, “I might have to suggest my father ask for at least four goats.”
“Upping your price? That’s a bold strategy before you know if someone is going to buy or not, but it may work out, who knows? I think 4 goats might be fair for one as beautiful as you, but perhaps it is two few for the woman who ruins all later women.”
With Kaia’s nod accepting his point about Vangelis, Alexandros too turned to watch how the match would play out.
“I had not meant to imply that a daughter could not learn these things or that I would not teach her all that I know. Perhaps we could have one of each, if that strikes your fancy.”
“We?” Kaia questioned, her brows raised in playful bemusement. “You haven’t even finished courting me yet,” she teased with a coy laugh.
“I would like to have son to carry on my legacy and line. I have no intention of remaining just a Captain for the rest of my life. My eyes are set far higher, maybe you can empathize with such ambitions.”
Kaia was curious at that. Growing up as one of the two daughters in their family group, Kaia was rather detached from the notion of needing sons to pay on the family line. She knew of the practise, but not in a familiar or relevant way. She supposed Alexandros was closer to nobility than commoner like herself, so the intent to have a son was far more practical for him than for her. Kaia had no name to pass on really. She was just Kaia, born in Almosis, daughter of Agolois and the ex-slave Callie.
As for wanting more though, of that Kaia could relate. Who would not want a better life for themselves or their children? As much as Kaia had assumed that she would have her own merry little band of bastards one day should she escape an arranged marriage, she never really stopped to think about what sort of life she would leave for them. If she had her way, she would be a successful mercenary herself, and would have enough riches to afford her children some comforts. Perhaps she would fancy a home for them to rest, so that they would not have to reach their eighteenth winter without ever sleeping under a solid roof.
However, unless Kaia married someone above her social standing, or managed to actually find people willing to pay her for her services, she couldn’t see any way to climb out of her current situation. That understanding only made her hunger for more.
“What ambitions take your fancy?” Kaia asked with honest curiosity, before she let a coy smirk return to her features. “I need to know what life to expect for my children,” Kaia added with a teasing laugh.
“I’m not saying that to have a permanent home would mean returning to it nightly. I mean a place where after you finish some travels, adventures, or a campaign that you can come back to. It could be months before you return, but, whenever you do come back, you are home, in a bed that you own. I enjoy being away; I loved life on the road, but I find having a place that is mine to be incredibly relaxing.”
Kaia remained silent for a moment in thought. The idea of having a home to always return to was still so foreign to her, but not necessarily unwelcome. Perhaps she would like to have somewhere to call hers. Maybe she’d then have a reason to have actual possessions beyond her weapons and clothing. The immediate factor that seemed least appealing to her, was the idea of being gone for weeks or months at a time, leaving her precious home and belongings unattended. She would need to leave someone behind to protect it, which would require her to then pay them. Kaia would have to make enough money to support herself, her children, Aea—although Kaia figured Aea would be just as instrumental in acquiring said wealth—and now someone else to guard her home. It was a daunting prospect. It made her appreciate the low costs living on the move truly had.
When Kaia asked Alexandros more of his days as a mercenary, she nearly thought he wasn’t going to share. However, whatever trepidation he felt about the subject was surpassed, so Kaia found herself listening not only for curiosity, but also to gauge just how likely it would be for her to pursue someday.
“I grew up in the company. My father lead the men, and he taught me from the time I could walk how to wield a sword, how to lead men, and how to survive as a soldier. He was a good man and a strong warrior. I started fighting when I was 15. I’ll never forget the carnage of that first battle, it was indescribable. I acted as champion for the first time later that year and spilled much blood in single combat. In the end, what made me become a Captain was the death of my father. He died when we were ambushed while on patrol. The men decided to follow one of his lieutenants instead of me. After that, I decided that perhaps steady work that would let me investigate as needed into the death of my father would be for the best. Which brings me all the way to here, where I met the beautiful Kaia at the Dionysa.”
Kaia’s expression sobered as Alexandros spoke about his father. Sometimes when she didn’t immediately fall asleep at the end of the night, Kaia would try to imagine what life would be like without the men. Sometimes she imagined her and Aea enjoying the freedom. Other times she found the thought of her and Aea being alone against the world terrifying. No matter the fantasy, Kaia would inevitably feel guilty for imagining her father and uncles away. One day Agolois would truly be gone, and she would think back on all the nights she’d fantasied about being on her own and feel nothing but regret. She loved her father. He was kind and patient. If not for him, Kaia likely would have been beaten for the few mistakes she’d made that made her uncles angry.
As much as Kaia loved Hektos, she was secretly glad he was not her father. His temper scared Kaia on more than one occasion, making her ever grateful for Agolois. Perhaps if Hektos were Kaia’s father, she’d feel less guilt one day, but even that thought made her feel ashamed of her thoughts. She was ever so glad no one else could hear what whispers her mind had.
“I’ve never fought in that sort of combat,” Kaia supplied thoughtfully. “Perhaps one day, once I’ve learnt how to properly wield a sword. I am sorry though to hear about your father. I could not imagine being without my own. I hope you find the answers you seek.”
Kaia finished the contents of her cup as she considered Alexandros’ past. He made being a mercenary sound a lot more honorable than she had expected. Well, besides those who betrayed him. Kaia wondered whether her expectation of the work was overly wrong, or whether Alexandros’ company was the expectation to the norm.
The little flattery at the end of his words was not lost on Kaia, earning him a sly smirk. The conversation moved to Alexandros’ reputation, and Kaia simply couldn’t help but make a playing comment at his expense. He took the jab well and smiled broadly in response.
“It was not self proclaimed, thank you very much. I earned that epithet after a duel with the champion of another mercenary band. He was a well respected warrior, who was slowing in his older age. One of my father’s friends said ‘Alexandros takes breathes in battle and on the streets.’ After that, the title kind of stuck. It grew more popular with each victory, but I suppose if you aren’t connected to the world of soldiers or mercenaries then perhaps it is new to you.”
Kaia couldn’t help but grin at his words of defence. “Ah, I see. Well, you’ve set rather high expectations. I do hope you can meet them,” Kaia teased.
“Upping your price? That’s a bold strategy before you know if someone is going to buy or not, but it may work out, who knows? I think 4 goats might be fair for one as beautiful as you, but perhaps it is two few for the woman who ruins all later women.”
Kaia laughed coyly and gave a playful shrug. “What can I say? I need to make it worth my father’s while.”
It was a little flattering to have ALexandros entertain the idea that she could possibly ruin all women for him. Given her lack of experience in comparison to him, she truly doubted it, but the game was fun all the same.
Turning her attention to Aea and the tall man, Kaia grinned. “Perhaps there will be a chance to fight once Aea has beaten your friend,” Kaia muses, throwing a sly sideways glance at Alexandros.
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“I had not meant to imply that a daughter could not learn these things or that I would not teach her all that I know. Perhaps we could have one of each, if that strikes your fancy.”
“We?” Kaia questioned, her brows raised in playful bemusement. “You haven’t even finished courting me yet,” she teased with a coy laugh.
“I would like to have son to carry on my legacy and line. I have no intention of remaining just a Captain for the rest of my life. My eyes are set far higher, maybe you can empathize with such ambitions.”
Kaia was curious at that. Growing up as one of the two daughters in their family group, Kaia was rather detached from the notion of needing sons to pay on the family line. She knew of the practise, but not in a familiar or relevant way. She supposed Alexandros was closer to nobility than commoner like herself, so the intent to have a son was far more practical for him than for her. Kaia had no name to pass on really. She was just Kaia, born in Almosis, daughter of Agolois and the ex-slave Callie.
As for wanting more though, of that Kaia could relate. Who would not want a better life for themselves or their children? As much as Kaia had assumed that she would have her own merry little band of bastards one day should she escape an arranged marriage, she never really stopped to think about what sort of life she would leave for them. If she had her way, she would be a successful mercenary herself, and would have enough riches to afford her children some comforts. Perhaps she would fancy a home for them to rest, so that they would not have to reach their eighteenth winter without ever sleeping under a solid roof.
However, unless Kaia married someone above her social standing, or managed to actually find people willing to pay her for her services, she couldn’t see any way to climb out of her current situation. That understanding only made her hunger for more.
“What ambitions take your fancy?” Kaia asked with honest curiosity, before she let a coy smirk return to her features. “I need to know what life to expect for my children,” Kaia added with a teasing laugh.
“I’m not saying that to have a permanent home would mean returning to it nightly. I mean a place where after you finish some travels, adventures, or a campaign that you can come back to. It could be months before you return, but, whenever you do come back, you are home, in a bed that you own. I enjoy being away; I loved life on the road, but I find having a place that is mine to be incredibly relaxing.”
Kaia remained silent for a moment in thought. The idea of having a home to always return to was still so foreign to her, but not necessarily unwelcome. Perhaps she would like to have somewhere to call hers. Maybe she’d then have a reason to have actual possessions beyond her weapons and clothing. The immediate factor that seemed least appealing to her, was the idea of being gone for weeks or months at a time, leaving her precious home and belongings unattended. She would need to leave someone behind to protect it, which would require her to then pay them. Kaia would have to make enough money to support herself, her children, Aea—although Kaia figured Aea would be just as instrumental in acquiring said wealth—and now someone else to guard her home. It was a daunting prospect. It made her appreciate the low costs living on the move truly had.
When Kaia asked Alexandros more of his days as a mercenary, she nearly thought he wasn’t going to share. However, whatever trepidation he felt about the subject was surpassed, so Kaia found herself listening not only for curiosity, but also to gauge just how likely it would be for her to pursue someday.
“I grew up in the company. My father lead the men, and he taught me from the time I could walk how to wield a sword, how to lead men, and how to survive as a soldier. He was a good man and a strong warrior. I started fighting when I was 15. I’ll never forget the carnage of that first battle, it was indescribable. I acted as champion for the first time later that year and spilled much blood in single combat. In the end, what made me become a Captain was the death of my father. He died when we were ambushed while on patrol. The men decided to follow one of his lieutenants instead of me. After that, I decided that perhaps steady work that would let me investigate as needed into the death of my father would be for the best. Which brings me all the way to here, where I met the beautiful Kaia at the Dionysa.”
Kaia’s expression sobered as Alexandros spoke about his father. Sometimes when she didn’t immediately fall asleep at the end of the night, Kaia would try to imagine what life would be like without the men. Sometimes she imagined her and Aea enjoying the freedom. Other times she found the thought of her and Aea being alone against the world terrifying. No matter the fantasy, Kaia would inevitably feel guilty for imagining her father and uncles away. One day Agolois would truly be gone, and she would think back on all the nights she’d fantasied about being on her own and feel nothing but regret. She loved her father. He was kind and patient. If not for him, Kaia likely would have been beaten for the few mistakes she’d made that made her uncles angry.
As much as Kaia loved Hektos, she was secretly glad he was not her father. His temper scared Kaia on more than one occasion, making her ever grateful for Agolois. Perhaps if Hektos were Kaia’s father, she’d feel less guilt one day, but even that thought made her feel ashamed of her thoughts. She was ever so glad no one else could hear what whispers her mind had.
“I’ve never fought in that sort of combat,” Kaia supplied thoughtfully. “Perhaps one day, once I’ve learnt how to properly wield a sword. I am sorry though to hear about your father. I could not imagine being without my own. I hope you find the answers you seek.”
Kaia finished the contents of her cup as she considered Alexandros’ past. He made being a mercenary sound a lot more honorable than she had expected. Well, besides those who betrayed him. Kaia wondered whether her expectation of the work was overly wrong, or whether Alexandros’ company was the expectation to the norm.
The little flattery at the end of his words was not lost on Kaia, earning him a sly smirk. The conversation moved to Alexandros’ reputation, and Kaia simply couldn’t help but make a playing comment at his expense. He took the jab well and smiled broadly in response.
“It was not self proclaimed, thank you very much. I earned that epithet after a duel with the champion of another mercenary band. He was a well respected warrior, who was slowing in his older age. One of my father’s friends said ‘Alexandros takes breathes in battle and on the streets.’ After that, the title kind of stuck. It grew more popular with each victory, but I suppose if you aren’t connected to the world of soldiers or mercenaries then perhaps it is new to you.”
Kaia couldn’t help but grin at his words of defence. “Ah, I see. Well, you’ve set rather high expectations. I do hope you can meet them,” Kaia teased.
“Upping your price? That’s a bold strategy before you know if someone is going to buy or not, but it may work out, who knows? I think 4 goats might be fair for one as beautiful as you, but perhaps it is two few for the woman who ruins all later women.”
Kaia laughed coyly and gave a playful shrug. “What can I say? I need to make it worth my father’s while.”
It was a little flattering to have ALexandros entertain the idea that she could possibly ruin all women for him. Given her lack of experience in comparison to him, she truly doubted it, but the game was fun all the same.
Turning her attention to Aea and the tall man, Kaia grinned. “Perhaps there will be a chance to fight once Aea has beaten your friend,” Kaia muses, throwing a sly sideways glance at Alexandros.
“I had not meant to imply that a daughter could not learn these things or that I would not teach her all that I know. Perhaps we could have one of each, if that strikes your fancy.”
“We?” Kaia questioned, her brows raised in playful bemusement. “You haven’t even finished courting me yet,” she teased with a coy laugh.
“I would like to have son to carry on my legacy and line. I have no intention of remaining just a Captain for the rest of my life. My eyes are set far higher, maybe you can empathize with such ambitions.”
Kaia was curious at that. Growing up as one of the two daughters in their family group, Kaia was rather detached from the notion of needing sons to pay on the family line. She knew of the practise, but not in a familiar or relevant way. She supposed Alexandros was closer to nobility than commoner like herself, so the intent to have a son was far more practical for him than for her. Kaia had no name to pass on really. She was just Kaia, born in Almosis, daughter of Agolois and the ex-slave Callie.
As for wanting more though, of that Kaia could relate. Who would not want a better life for themselves or their children? As much as Kaia had assumed that she would have her own merry little band of bastards one day should she escape an arranged marriage, she never really stopped to think about what sort of life she would leave for them. If she had her way, she would be a successful mercenary herself, and would have enough riches to afford her children some comforts. Perhaps she would fancy a home for them to rest, so that they would not have to reach their eighteenth winter without ever sleeping under a solid roof.
However, unless Kaia married someone above her social standing, or managed to actually find people willing to pay her for her services, she couldn’t see any way to climb out of her current situation. That understanding only made her hunger for more.
“What ambitions take your fancy?” Kaia asked with honest curiosity, before she let a coy smirk return to her features. “I need to know what life to expect for my children,” Kaia added with a teasing laugh.
“I’m not saying that to have a permanent home would mean returning to it nightly. I mean a place where after you finish some travels, adventures, or a campaign that you can come back to. It could be months before you return, but, whenever you do come back, you are home, in a bed that you own. I enjoy being away; I loved life on the road, but I find having a place that is mine to be incredibly relaxing.”
Kaia remained silent for a moment in thought. The idea of having a home to always return to was still so foreign to her, but not necessarily unwelcome. Perhaps she would like to have somewhere to call hers. Maybe she’d then have a reason to have actual possessions beyond her weapons and clothing. The immediate factor that seemed least appealing to her, was the idea of being gone for weeks or months at a time, leaving her precious home and belongings unattended. She would need to leave someone behind to protect it, which would require her to then pay them. Kaia would have to make enough money to support herself, her children, Aea—although Kaia figured Aea would be just as instrumental in acquiring said wealth—and now someone else to guard her home. It was a daunting prospect. It made her appreciate the low costs living on the move truly had.
When Kaia asked Alexandros more of his days as a mercenary, she nearly thought he wasn’t going to share. However, whatever trepidation he felt about the subject was surpassed, so Kaia found herself listening not only for curiosity, but also to gauge just how likely it would be for her to pursue someday.
“I grew up in the company. My father lead the men, and he taught me from the time I could walk how to wield a sword, how to lead men, and how to survive as a soldier. He was a good man and a strong warrior. I started fighting when I was 15. I’ll never forget the carnage of that first battle, it was indescribable. I acted as champion for the first time later that year and spilled much blood in single combat. In the end, what made me become a Captain was the death of my father. He died when we were ambushed while on patrol. The men decided to follow one of his lieutenants instead of me. After that, I decided that perhaps steady work that would let me investigate as needed into the death of my father would be for the best. Which brings me all the way to here, where I met the beautiful Kaia at the Dionysa.”
Kaia’s expression sobered as Alexandros spoke about his father. Sometimes when she didn’t immediately fall asleep at the end of the night, Kaia would try to imagine what life would be like without the men. Sometimes she imagined her and Aea enjoying the freedom. Other times she found the thought of her and Aea being alone against the world terrifying. No matter the fantasy, Kaia would inevitably feel guilty for imagining her father and uncles away. One day Agolois would truly be gone, and she would think back on all the nights she’d fantasied about being on her own and feel nothing but regret. She loved her father. He was kind and patient. If not for him, Kaia likely would have been beaten for the few mistakes she’d made that made her uncles angry.
As much as Kaia loved Hektos, she was secretly glad he was not her father. His temper scared Kaia on more than one occasion, making her ever grateful for Agolois. Perhaps if Hektos were Kaia’s father, she’d feel less guilt one day, but even that thought made her feel ashamed of her thoughts. She was ever so glad no one else could hear what whispers her mind had.
“I’ve never fought in that sort of combat,” Kaia supplied thoughtfully. “Perhaps one day, once I’ve learnt how to properly wield a sword. I am sorry though to hear about your father. I could not imagine being without my own. I hope you find the answers you seek.”
Kaia finished the contents of her cup as she considered Alexandros’ past. He made being a mercenary sound a lot more honorable than she had expected. Well, besides those who betrayed him. Kaia wondered whether her expectation of the work was overly wrong, or whether Alexandros’ company was the expectation to the norm.
The little flattery at the end of his words was not lost on Kaia, earning him a sly smirk. The conversation moved to Alexandros’ reputation, and Kaia simply couldn’t help but make a playing comment at his expense. He took the jab well and smiled broadly in response.
“It was not self proclaimed, thank you very much. I earned that epithet after a duel with the champion of another mercenary band. He was a well respected warrior, who was slowing in his older age. One of my father’s friends said ‘Alexandros takes breathes in battle and on the streets.’ After that, the title kind of stuck. It grew more popular with each victory, but I suppose if you aren’t connected to the world of soldiers or mercenaries then perhaps it is new to you.”
Kaia couldn’t help but grin at his words of defence. “Ah, I see. Well, you’ve set rather high expectations. I do hope you can meet them,” Kaia teased.
“Upping your price? That’s a bold strategy before you know if someone is going to buy or not, but it may work out, who knows? I think 4 goats might be fair for one as beautiful as you, but perhaps it is two few for the woman who ruins all later women.”
Kaia laughed coyly and gave a playful shrug. “What can I say? I need to make it worth my father’s while.”
It was a little flattering to have ALexandros entertain the idea that she could possibly ruin all women for him. Given her lack of experience in comparison to him, she truly doubted it, but the game was fun all the same.
Turning her attention to Aea and the tall man, Kaia grinned. “Perhaps there will be a chance to fight once Aea has beaten your friend,” Kaia muses, throwing a sly sideways glance at Alexandros.
“We?” Kaia questioned, her brows raised in playful bemusement. “You haven’t even finished courting me yet,”
He smirked at her playful teasing. He was truly enjoying this night and her company, but he wasn’t really sure where it was going to lead him. He still had the same goal in mind for the night, but he was also seeing the potential for a future here. “I haven’t? Huh, I thought that part was over.” He said playfully in return. “What would it take to have fully courted you? Anything special in mind? Or is it just paying your father?”
“What ambitions take your fancy?” Kaia asked with honest curiosity, before she let a coy smirk return to her features. “I need to know what life to expect for my children,”
Alexandros laughed as she played along with his hypothetical children. “I think you mean our children, don’t you?” He teased before he answered the question. “I’m looking to become a noble, with my own lands to rule. Working under the prince should give me a chance at life like that. Of course if that fails, maybe I’ll round up some mercenaries and go out into the northern frontier and carve out a little kingdom of my own. That could be very nice.” His words were light hearted, but there was truth in them.
“I’ve never fought in that sort of combat,” Kaia supplied thoughtfully. “Perhaps one day, once I’ve learnt how to properly wield a sword. I am sorry though to hear about your father. I could not imagine being without my own. I hope you find the answers you seek.”
He smiled graciously as she spoke of hoping he would find his answers. “I appreciate the sentiment very much. As for learning the sword, I would be more than willing to teach you. I’m not sure what you would do to pay for this instruction, but I’m sure something could be arranged. It’s been ages since I had a student worth teaching, perhaps you could be one?” He asked teasingly.
“Ah, I see. Well, you’ve set rather high expectations. I do hope you can meet them,”
He laughed playfully at her words, and fixed her with another sly smirk. “I’m more than willing to show you that I can meet and surpass anything you have in mind. The real question here is: can you live up to the expectations you’re setting for yourself? You talk like you’ve played this game before, but can you back it up when the time comes?”
“What can I say? I need to make it worth my father’s while.”
“I suppose you do need to make it worth his time, such is the way of our world.” He said with a shake of his head. “We’ll have to see what you can do before we establish such a price. I like the confidence, but confidence isn’t worth 4 goats. Ruining all other women, would be worth 4 goats, that’s undeniable.” He said with a playful grin on his face.
“Perhaps there will be a chance to fight once Aea has beaten your friend,”
Alexandros spluttered, nearly spitting out his wine at her words. “I would be amazed if she was to win, but I will agree to fight you afterwards. What will the stakes be? If I win, you come with me for the night, if you win...?”
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“We?” Kaia questioned, her brows raised in playful bemusement. “You haven’t even finished courting me yet,”
He smirked at her playful teasing. He was truly enjoying this night and her company, but he wasn’t really sure where it was going to lead him. He still had the same goal in mind for the night, but he was also seeing the potential for a future here. “I haven’t? Huh, I thought that part was over.” He said playfully in return. “What would it take to have fully courted you? Anything special in mind? Or is it just paying your father?”
“What ambitions take your fancy?” Kaia asked with honest curiosity, before she let a coy smirk return to her features. “I need to know what life to expect for my children,”
Alexandros laughed as she played along with his hypothetical children. “I think you mean our children, don’t you?” He teased before he answered the question. “I’m looking to become a noble, with my own lands to rule. Working under the prince should give me a chance at life like that. Of course if that fails, maybe I’ll round up some mercenaries and go out into the northern frontier and carve out a little kingdom of my own. That could be very nice.” His words were light hearted, but there was truth in them.
“I’ve never fought in that sort of combat,” Kaia supplied thoughtfully. “Perhaps one day, once I’ve learnt how to properly wield a sword. I am sorry though to hear about your father. I could not imagine being without my own. I hope you find the answers you seek.”
He smiled graciously as she spoke of hoping he would find his answers. “I appreciate the sentiment very much. As for learning the sword, I would be more than willing to teach you. I’m not sure what you would do to pay for this instruction, but I’m sure something could be arranged. It’s been ages since I had a student worth teaching, perhaps you could be one?” He asked teasingly.
“Ah, I see. Well, you’ve set rather high expectations. I do hope you can meet them,”
He laughed playfully at her words, and fixed her with another sly smirk. “I’m more than willing to show you that I can meet and surpass anything you have in mind. The real question here is: can you live up to the expectations you’re setting for yourself? You talk like you’ve played this game before, but can you back it up when the time comes?”
“What can I say? I need to make it worth my father’s while.”
“I suppose you do need to make it worth his time, such is the way of our world.” He said with a shake of his head. “We’ll have to see what you can do before we establish such a price. I like the confidence, but confidence isn’t worth 4 goats. Ruining all other women, would be worth 4 goats, that’s undeniable.” He said with a playful grin on his face.
“Perhaps there will be a chance to fight once Aea has beaten your friend,”
Alexandros spluttered, nearly spitting out his wine at her words. “I would be amazed if she was to win, but I will agree to fight you afterwards. What will the stakes be? If I win, you come with me for the night, if you win...?”
“We?” Kaia questioned, her brows raised in playful bemusement. “You haven’t even finished courting me yet,”
He smirked at her playful teasing. He was truly enjoying this night and her company, but he wasn’t really sure where it was going to lead him. He still had the same goal in mind for the night, but he was also seeing the potential for a future here. “I haven’t? Huh, I thought that part was over.” He said playfully in return. “What would it take to have fully courted you? Anything special in mind? Or is it just paying your father?”
“What ambitions take your fancy?” Kaia asked with honest curiosity, before she let a coy smirk return to her features. “I need to know what life to expect for my children,”
Alexandros laughed as she played along with his hypothetical children. “I think you mean our children, don’t you?” He teased before he answered the question. “I’m looking to become a noble, with my own lands to rule. Working under the prince should give me a chance at life like that. Of course if that fails, maybe I’ll round up some mercenaries and go out into the northern frontier and carve out a little kingdom of my own. That could be very nice.” His words were light hearted, but there was truth in them.
“I’ve never fought in that sort of combat,” Kaia supplied thoughtfully. “Perhaps one day, once I’ve learnt how to properly wield a sword. I am sorry though to hear about your father. I could not imagine being without my own. I hope you find the answers you seek.”
He smiled graciously as she spoke of hoping he would find his answers. “I appreciate the sentiment very much. As for learning the sword, I would be more than willing to teach you. I’m not sure what you would do to pay for this instruction, but I’m sure something could be arranged. It’s been ages since I had a student worth teaching, perhaps you could be one?” He asked teasingly.
“Ah, I see. Well, you’ve set rather high expectations. I do hope you can meet them,”
He laughed playfully at her words, and fixed her with another sly smirk. “I’m more than willing to show you that I can meet and surpass anything you have in mind. The real question here is: can you live up to the expectations you’re setting for yourself? You talk like you’ve played this game before, but can you back it up when the time comes?”
“What can I say? I need to make it worth my father’s while.”
“I suppose you do need to make it worth his time, such is the way of our world.” He said with a shake of his head. “We’ll have to see what you can do before we establish such a price. I like the confidence, but confidence isn’t worth 4 goats. Ruining all other women, would be worth 4 goats, that’s undeniable.” He said with a playful grin on his face.
“Perhaps there will be a chance to fight once Aea has beaten your friend,”
Alexandros spluttered, nearly spitting out his wine at her words. “I would be amazed if she was to win, but I will agree to fight you afterwards. What will the stakes be? If I win, you come with me for the night, if you win...?”
“I haven’t? Huh, I thought that part was over. What would it take to have fully courted you? Anything special in mind? Or is it just paying your father?”
“Oh no,” Kaia answered with an adamant shake of her head. “Payment comes with the proposal. Counting should see you showing me off to all your friends and showering me in lavish gifts,” Kaia added simply, though her expression gave away her amusement.
“I think you mean our children, don’t you? I’m looking to become a noble, with my own lands to rule. Working under the prince should give me a chance at life like that. Of course if that fails, maybe I’ll round up some mercenaries and go out into the northern frontier and carve out a little kingdom of my own. That could be very nice.”
It surprised Kaia to hear that one could aim to become a noble. Kaia had always understood it to be something one was born into—or married. No doubt it would take a lot of money and influence to be able to become a noble, both of which Kaia did not have. However, it was a nice piece of information to know that it was actually possible, even if the odds were stacked against her.
“Do you spend much time with the prince?” Kaia asked, barely able to fathom just casually working alongside royalty. Kaia had never even been close to one before. She doubted she would recognise one if she saw them, besides what she would imagine to be incredibly fancy clothing.
“Your own kingdom, that is quite ambitious,” Kaia agreed. “Do you spend much time up north?”
“I appreciate the sentiment very much. As for learning the sword, I would be more than willing to teach you. I’m not sure what you would do to pay for this instruction, but I’m sure something could be arranged. It’s been ages since I had a student worth teaching, perhaps you could be one?”
Kaia gave a devious smirk. She was no trained soldier, but she could hold her own, of that she was confident. There was little else to do when not working or surviving with her family besides honing her skills, so she’d spent a lot of time with her bow and daggers. She was far more proficient with a bow, but she doubted she would be allowed to use one in the ring even if she had hers with her.
“Hopefully you’re up for the challenge of training me, I do not like to lose,” Kaia joked, though she didn’t hate the idea of learning how to use a sword. She imagined it would be harder to be set with the menial tasks within the family if she was proficient with a sword. “I do agree, I’m sure we could come to some sort of agreement,” Kaia added, fully aware of what that ‘agreement’ would likely be, not that she was complaining. When she woke up that morning, she had not been expecting to sneak off to a rambunctious festival and find herself about to scamper off with an attractive officer. As far as her father and uncles were concerned, she was untouched and pure. What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them though.
“I’m more than willing to show you that I can meet and surpass anything you have in mind. The real question here is: can you live up to the expectations you’re setting for yourself? You talk like you’ve played this game before, but can you back it up when the time comes?”
Kaia laughed at that, before giving a little shrug. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep, take that as you will,” she teased coyly. She did hope she wasn’t bad though. She’d only been intimate the one time, so she was well aware that she lacked greatly in experience. However, she seemed to have already made a good impression, so she doubted she’d be disappointing.
“I suppose you do need to make it worth his time, such is the way of our world. We’ll have to see what you can do before we establish such a price. I like the confidence, but confidence isn’t worth 4 goats. Ruining all other women, would be worth 4 goats, that’s undeniable.”
“Hmmm, you see you’re getting a good deal from me at four goats. My father will ask for at least five. He doesn’t offer discounts,” Kaia reasoned with faux seriousness. She couldn’t keep a straight face though, and found a grin cracking across her face once more.
At her suggestion at fighting after Aea won, Alexandros actually spluttered at the comment. Kaia raised her brows quizzically, glancing back towards Aea who was taking pieces of fabric from members of the crowd.
“I would be amazed if she was to win, but I will agree to fight you afterwards. What will the stakes be? If I win, you come with me for the night, if you win...?”
Kaia had assumed she would be sneaking away with Alexandros at some point once she established that Aea was safe and well, but to hear that he considered that his prize was more flattering than Kaia had expected it to be. Given he was a mercenary and now an officer that worked with the prince, Kaia realistically knew her odds were pretty low. However she may win at least one round with him. Since the likelihood of her winning was near nonexistent, and he was likely going to get his prize one way or another, Kaia figured she may as well ask for something big for the sake of fun.
“Hmmm, maybe a sword. You see, I will need one to practise with once you start teaching me,” Kaia insisted with the same faux confidence as before, though not without smirking.
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“I haven’t? Huh, I thought that part was over. What would it take to have fully courted you? Anything special in mind? Or is it just paying your father?”
“Oh no,” Kaia answered with an adamant shake of her head. “Payment comes with the proposal. Counting should see you showing me off to all your friends and showering me in lavish gifts,” Kaia added simply, though her expression gave away her amusement.
“I think you mean our children, don’t you? I’m looking to become a noble, with my own lands to rule. Working under the prince should give me a chance at life like that. Of course if that fails, maybe I’ll round up some mercenaries and go out into the northern frontier and carve out a little kingdom of my own. That could be very nice.”
It surprised Kaia to hear that one could aim to become a noble. Kaia had always understood it to be something one was born into—or married. No doubt it would take a lot of money and influence to be able to become a noble, both of which Kaia did not have. However, it was a nice piece of information to know that it was actually possible, even if the odds were stacked against her.
“Do you spend much time with the prince?” Kaia asked, barely able to fathom just casually working alongside royalty. Kaia had never even been close to one before. She doubted she would recognise one if she saw them, besides what she would imagine to be incredibly fancy clothing.
“Your own kingdom, that is quite ambitious,” Kaia agreed. “Do you spend much time up north?”
“I appreciate the sentiment very much. As for learning the sword, I would be more than willing to teach you. I’m not sure what you would do to pay for this instruction, but I’m sure something could be arranged. It’s been ages since I had a student worth teaching, perhaps you could be one?”
Kaia gave a devious smirk. She was no trained soldier, but she could hold her own, of that she was confident. There was little else to do when not working or surviving with her family besides honing her skills, so she’d spent a lot of time with her bow and daggers. She was far more proficient with a bow, but she doubted she would be allowed to use one in the ring even if she had hers with her.
“Hopefully you’re up for the challenge of training me, I do not like to lose,” Kaia joked, though she didn’t hate the idea of learning how to use a sword. She imagined it would be harder to be set with the menial tasks within the family if she was proficient with a sword. “I do agree, I’m sure we could come to some sort of agreement,” Kaia added, fully aware of what that ‘agreement’ would likely be, not that she was complaining. When she woke up that morning, she had not been expecting to sneak off to a rambunctious festival and find herself about to scamper off with an attractive officer. As far as her father and uncles were concerned, she was untouched and pure. What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them though.
“I’m more than willing to show you that I can meet and surpass anything you have in mind. The real question here is: can you live up to the expectations you’re setting for yourself? You talk like you’ve played this game before, but can you back it up when the time comes?”
Kaia laughed at that, before giving a little shrug. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep, take that as you will,” she teased coyly. She did hope she wasn’t bad though. She’d only been intimate the one time, so she was well aware that she lacked greatly in experience. However, she seemed to have already made a good impression, so she doubted she’d be disappointing.
“I suppose you do need to make it worth his time, such is the way of our world. We’ll have to see what you can do before we establish such a price. I like the confidence, but confidence isn’t worth 4 goats. Ruining all other women, would be worth 4 goats, that’s undeniable.”
“Hmmm, you see you’re getting a good deal from me at four goats. My father will ask for at least five. He doesn’t offer discounts,” Kaia reasoned with faux seriousness. She couldn’t keep a straight face though, and found a grin cracking across her face once more.
At her suggestion at fighting after Aea won, Alexandros actually spluttered at the comment. Kaia raised her brows quizzically, glancing back towards Aea who was taking pieces of fabric from members of the crowd.
“I would be amazed if she was to win, but I will agree to fight you afterwards. What will the stakes be? If I win, you come with me for the night, if you win...?”
Kaia had assumed she would be sneaking away with Alexandros at some point once she established that Aea was safe and well, but to hear that he considered that his prize was more flattering than Kaia had expected it to be. Given he was a mercenary and now an officer that worked with the prince, Kaia realistically knew her odds were pretty low. However she may win at least one round with him. Since the likelihood of her winning was near nonexistent, and he was likely going to get his prize one way or another, Kaia figured she may as well ask for something big for the sake of fun.
“Hmmm, maybe a sword. You see, I will need one to practise with once you start teaching me,” Kaia insisted with the same faux confidence as before, though not without smirking.
“I haven’t? Huh, I thought that part was over. What would it take to have fully courted you? Anything special in mind? Or is it just paying your father?”
“Oh no,” Kaia answered with an adamant shake of her head. “Payment comes with the proposal. Counting should see you showing me off to all your friends and showering me in lavish gifts,” Kaia added simply, though her expression gave away her amusement.
“I think you mean our children, don’t you? I’m looking to become a noble, with my own lands to rule. Working under the prince should give me a chance at life like that. Of course if that fails, maybe I’ll round up some mercenaries and go out into the northern frontier and carve out a little kingdom of my own. That could be very nice.”
It surprised Kaia to hear that one could aim to become a noble. Kaia had always understood it to be something one was born into—or married. No doubt it would take a lot of money and influence to be able to become a noble, both of which Kaia did not have. However, it was a nice piece of information to know that it was actually possible, even if the odds were stacked against her.
“Do you spend much time with the prince?” Kaia asked, barely able to fathom just casually working alongside royalty. Kaia had never even been close to one before. She doubted she would recognise one if she saw them, besides what she would imagine to be incredibly fancy clothing.
“Your own kingdom, that is quite ambitious,” Kaia agreed. “Do you spend much time up north?”
“I appreciate the sentiment very much. As for learning the sword, I would be more than willing to teach you. I’m not sure what you would do to pay for this instruction, but I’m sure something could be arranged. It’s been ages since I had a student worth teaching, perhaps you could be one?”
Kaia gave a devious smirk. She was no trained soldier, but she could hold her own, of that she was confident. There was little else to do when not working or surviving with her family besides honing her skills, so she’d spent a lot of time with her bow and daggers. She was far more proficient with a bow, but she doubted she would be allowed to use one in the ring even if she had hers with her.
“Hopefully you’re up for the challenge of training me, I do not like to lose,” Kaia joked, though she didn’t hate the idea of learning how to use a sword. She imagined it would be harder to be set with the menial tasks within the family if she was proficient with a sword. “I do agree, I’m sure we could come to some sort of agreement,” Kaia added, fully aware of what that ‘agreement’ would likely be, not that she was complaining. When she woke up that morning, she had not been expecting to sneak off to a rambunctious festival and find herself about to scamper off with an attractive officer. As far as her father and uncles were concerned, she was untouched and pure. What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them though.
“I’m more than willing to show you that I can meet and surpass anything you have in mind. The real question here is: can you live up to the expectations you’re setting for yourself? You talk like you’ve played this game before, but can you back it up when the time comes?”
Kaia laughed at that, before giving a little shrug. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep, take that as you will,” she teased coyly. She did hope she wasn’t bad though. She’d only been intimate the one time, so she was well aware that she lacked greatly in experience. However, she seemed to have already made a good impression, so she doubted she’d be disappointing.
“I suppose you do need to make it worth his time, such is the way of our world. We’ll have to see what you can do before we establish such a price. I like the confidence, but confidence isn’t worth 4 goats. Ruining all other women, would be worth 4 goats, that’s undeniable.”
“Hmmm, you see you’re getting a good deal from me at four goats. My father will ask for at least five. He doesn’t offer discounts,” Kaia reasoned with faux seriousness. She couldn’t keep a straight face though, and found a grin cracking across her face once more.
At her suggestion at fighting after Aea won, Alexandros actually spluttered at the comment. Kaia raised her brows quizzically, glancing back towards Aea who was taking pieces of fabric from members of the crowd.
“I would be amazed if she was to win, but I will agree to fight you afterwards. What will the stakes be? If I win, you come with me for the night, if you win...?”
Kaia had assumed she would be sneaking away with Alexandros at some point once she established that Aea was safe and well, but to hear that he considered that his prize was more flattering than Kaia had expected it to be. Given he was a mercenary and now an officer that worked with the prince, Kaia realistically knew her odds were pretty low. However she may win at least one round with him. Since the likelihood of her winning was near nonexistent, and he was likely going to get his prize one way or another, Kaia figured she may as well ask for something big for the sake of fun.
“Hmmm, maybe a sword. You see, I will need one to practise with once you start teaching me,” Kaia insisted with the same faux confidence as before, though not without smirking.
“Oh no,” Kaia answered with an adamant shake of her head. “Payment comes with the proposal. Counting should see you showing me off to all your friends and showering me in lavish gifts,”
Alexandros could not hide his amusement and began to laugh as she described the difference between the courtship and the proposal. Once again he was impressed by Kaia’s quick wit. “Ah, well, now that I know what is required of me, we should be able to move forward. What is a lavish gift for a huntress like yourself? I suppose a high quality bow? Perhaps some arrows? New clothes? A pet? Once I know what to get you, the gifting can begin.” He spoke with a veneer of playfulness to keep up the game, but he was also genuinely curious to see what she would say.
“Do you spend much time with the prince?”
“It depends, some days I spend a lot of time with him, going over reports, inspecting the men, training. When he is away, I still communicate nearly daily with him by way of missives. With him being my direct superior, there is a lot of contact between us. Perhaps if you ask very, very nicely I might introduce you to him one day.” He say with a coy smirk. He knew well that she might speak with the prince very soon considering his proximity to them, but he would play things out as long as he could.
“Your own kingdom, that is quite ambitious,” Kaia agreed. “Do you spend much time up north?”
He smiled as she agreed that he was very ambitious. “No point in setting one’s goals low, why not aim for something lofty? Try your best to reach for it?” He asked these questions with a grin across his face. “I spend a lot of time in the north, constantly fighting the barbarians that raid into Colchian lands, and going into their lands to push them back. The fighting is intense there. When I was last there, I fought and killed a man who was taller than our friend in the ring by quite a bit”
“Hopefully you’re up for the challenge of training me, I do not like to lose,” Kaia joked, though she didn’t hate the idea of learning how to use a sword. She imagined it would be harder to be set with the menial tasks within the family if she was proficient with a sword. “I do agree, I’m sure we could come to some sort of agreement,”
He smiled warmly at her, glad to see the fire in her eyes as she spoke of wanting to be trained. “I assure you, I do not like to lose either, but it will take some time before you are ready to spar sword against sword. They are different than the daggers you are used to. I think you’ll pick it up quickly, though. We’ll worry about arrangements when the time comes, sound fair to you?” He asked still smiling. He was really hoping that he would be able to spend time with her and teach her how to use the sword to the best of her ability, but he knew it was far fetched.
“Hmmm, you see you’re getting a good deal from me at four goats. My father will ask for at least five. He doesn’t offer discounts,”
“I’m glad he doesn’t offer discounts, I would be concerned about not paying full price for someone who talks and acts like you do. So much confidence, would be off putting if you weren’t worth full price, don’t you agree? Perhaps I could give him drachmae instead of goats, though. Then he could buy his own livestock, instead of forcing me to buy animals I am not familiar with.” Alexandros said with a laugh and a smirk. The whole conversation seemed to be a mix of seriousness with teasing, and he was growing even more curious about how Kaia truly felt towards marriage.
“Hmmm, maybe a sword. You see, I will need one to practise with once you start teaching me,”
“Of course, that is a most reasonable ask. I will offer you your pick of swords should you beat me. Assuming that your father or uncle would not take it from you. I would hate to see your prize stolen by some other member of your family. Do you think they might would do that?” He asked sincerely. Her answer would determine whether or not he gave her a sword even if she lost their match.
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“Oh no,” Kaia answered with an adamant shake of her head. “Payment comes with the proposal. Counting should see you showing me off to all your friends and showering me in lavish gifts,”
Alexandros could not hide his amusement and began to laugh as she described the difference between the courtship and the proposal. Once again he was impressed by Kaia’s quick wit. “Ah, well, now that I know what is required of me, we should be able to move forward. What is a lavish gift for a huntress like yourself? I suppose a high quality bow? Perhaps some arrows? New clothes? A pet? Once I know what to get you, the gifting can begin.” He spoke with a veneer of playfulness to keep up the game, but he was also genuinely curious to see what she would say.
“Do you spend much time with the prince?”
“It depends, some days I spend a lot of time with him, going over reports, inspecting the men, training. When he is away, I still communicate nearly daily with him by way of missives. With him being my direct superior, there is a lot of contact between us. Perhaps if you ask very, very nicely I might introduce you to him one day.” He say with a coy smirk. He knew well that she might speak with the prince very soon considering his proximity to them, but he would play things out as long as he could.
“Your own kingdom, that is quite ambitious,” Kaia agreed. “Do you spend much time up north?”
He smiled as she agreed that he was very ambitious. “No point in setting one’s goals low, why not aim for something lofty? Try your best to reach for it?” He asked these questions with a grin across his face. “I spend a lot of time in the north, constantly fighting the barbarians that raid into Colchian lands, and going into their lands to push them back. The fighting is intense there. When I was last there, I fought and killed a man who was taller than our friend in the ring by quite a bit”
“Hopefully you’re up for the challenge of training me, I do not like to lose,” Kaia joked, though she didn’t hate the idea of learning how to use a sword. She imagined it would be harder to be set with the menial tasks within the family if she was proficient with a sword. “I do agree, I’m sure we could come to some sort of agreement,”
He smiled warmly at her, glad to see the fire in her eyes as she spoke of wanting to be trained. “I assure you, I do not like to lose either, but it will take some time before you are ready to spar sword against sword. They are different than the daggers you are used to. I think you’ll pick it up quickly, though. We’ll worry about arrangements when the time comes, sound fair to you?” He asked still smiling. He was really hoping that he would be able to spend time with her and teach her how to use the sword to the best of her ability, but he knew it was far fetched.
“Hmmm, you see you’re getting a good deal from me at four goats. My father will ask for at least five. He doesn’t offer discounts,”
“I’m glad he doesn’t offer discounts, I would be concerned about not paying full price for someone who talks and acts like you do. So much confidence, would be off putting if you weren’t worth full price, don’t you agree? Perhaps I could give him drachmae instead of goats, though. Then he could buy his own livestock, instead of forcing me to buy animals I am not familiar with.” Alexandros said with a laugh and a smirk. The whole conversation seemed to be a mix of seriousness with teasing, and he was growing even more curious about how Kaia truly felt towards marriage.
“Hmmm, maybe a sword. You see, I will need one to practise with once you start teaching me,”
“Of course, that is a most reasonable ask. I will offer you your pick of swords should you beat me. Assuming that your father or uncle would not take it from you. I would hate to see your prize stolen by some other member of your family. Do you think they might would do that?” He asked sincerely. Her answer would determine whether or not he gave her a sword even if she lost their match.
“Oh no,” Kaia answered with an adamant shake of her head. “Payment comes with the proposal. Counting should see you showing me off to all your friends and showering me in lavish gifts,”
Alexandros could not hide his amusement and began to laugh as she described the difference between the courtship and the proposal. Once again he was impressed by Kaia’s quick wit. “Ah, well, now that I know what is required of me, we should be able to move forward. What is a lavish gift for a huntress like yourself? I suppose a high quality bow? Perhaps some arrows? New clothes? A pet? Once I know what to get you, the gifting can begin.” He spoke with a veneer of playfulness to keep up the game, but he was also genuinely curious to see what she would say.
“Do you spend much time with the prince?”
“It depends, some days I spend a lot of time with him, going over reports, inspecting the men, training. When he is away, I still communicate nearly daily with him by way of missives. With him being my direct superior, there is a lot of contact between us. Perhaps if you ask very, very nicely I might introduce you to him one day.” He say with a coy smirk. He knew well that she might speak with the prince very soon considering his proximity to them, but he would play things out as long as he could.
“Your own kingdom, that is quite ambitious,” Kaia agreed. “Do you spend much time up north?”
He smiled as she agreed that he was very ambitious. “No point in setting one’s goals low, why not aim for something lofty? Try your best to reach for it?” He asked these questions with a grin across his face. “I spend a lot of time in the north, constantly fighting the barbarians that raid into Colchian lands, and going into their lands to push them back. The fighting is intense there. When I was last there, I fought and killed a man who was taller than our friend in the ring by quite a bit”
“Hopefully you’re up for the challenge of training me, I do not like to lose,” Kaia joked, though she didn’t hate the idea of learning how to use a sword. She imagined it would be harder to be set with the menial tasks within the family if she was proficient with a sword. “I do agree, I’m sure we could come to some sort of agreement,”
He smiled warmly at her, glad to see the fire in her eyes as she spoke of wanting to be trained. “I assure you, I do not like to lose either, but it will take some time before you are ready to spar sword against sword. They are different than the daggers you are used to. I think you’ll pick it up quickly, though. We’ll worry about arrangements when the time comes, sound fair to you?” He asked still smiling. He was really hoping that he would be able to spend time with her and teach her how to use the sword to the best of her ability, but he knew it was far fetched.
“Hmmm, you see you’re getting a good deal from me at four goats. My father will ask for at least five. He doesn’t offer discounts,”
“I’m glad he doesn’t offer discounts, I would be concerned about not paying full price for someone who talks and acts like you do. So much confidence, would be off putting if you weren’t worth full price, don’t you agree? Perhaps I could give him drachmae instead of goats, though. Then he could buy his own livestock, instead of forcing me to buy animals I am not familiar with.” Alexandros said with a laugh and a smirk. The whole conversation seemed to be a mix of seriousness with teasing, and he was growing even more curious about how Kaia truly felt towards marriage.
“Hmmm, maybe a sword. You see, I will need one to practise with once you start teaching me,”
“Of course, that is a most reasonable ask. I will offer you your pick of swords should you beat me. Assuming that your father or uncle would not take it from you. I would hate to see your prize stolen by some other member of your family. Do you think they might would do that?” He asked sincerely. Her answer would determine whether or not he gave her a sword even if she lost their match.
“Ah, well, now that I know what is required of me, we should be able to move forward. What is a lavish gift for a huntress like yourself? I suppose a high quality bow? Perhaps some arrows? New clothes? A pet? Once I know what to get you, the gifting can begin.”
“I would never say no to a bow or more arrows,” Kaia laughed, though that was of course true. Kaia diligently spent much of her time fletching her arrows, or sharpening the tips. Where possible, she salvaged the arrows—or parts of them—to minimise how much time she spent repairing or making new arrows, but even then, it was a lengthy process. It was well worth all the effort though. In a pinch, Kaia knew she could hunt for food to stay fed.
She knew they were playing games and for someone who wanted to one day be a true noble, it was unlikely he’d take someone like her as a wife. However, just for the sheer thought of amusement, Kaia tried to imagine Hektos and Agolois’ reactions to Alexandros approaching them with a gaggle of goats, with the intent to marry her. The shocked look on their faces was enough to make Kaia grin before she shook the thought away.
“It depends, some days I spend a lot of time with him, going over reports, inspecting the men, training. When he is away, I still communicate nearly daily with him by way of missives. With him being my direct superior, there is a lot of contact between us. Perhaps if you ask very, very nicely I might introduce you to him one day.”
Kaia’s eyes widened slightly at the officer’s words. “You can read and write?” she asked in awe, before wondering whether that was actually as uncommon as she was led to believe. Her understanding was that only the most wealthy and well educated of nobles, as well as royalty knew how to read and write. Even then likely only the men were taught. Kaia had always just assumed that she would never meet anyone with the ability to read and write. Now though, she was beginning to question her understanding of the art form. It made sense that Alexandros would need to make regular correspondence with the prince. Upon further thought, Kaia kicked herself for not realising sooner than Alexandros could read. He’d even mentioned reading reports at his desk, but she’d been so focused on the thought of a home with furnishings, she’d completely missed it.
Not wanting to appear inadequate, Kaia tried to find a way to smooth her blundering inquiry. “There was never a chance to learn for me,” Kaia added with a sheepish smile.
“I should like to meet the prince, perhaps he will have a spare few goats lying about,” Kaia teased in an attempt to draw attention away from her inability to read and write. She hoped it wasn’t too untoward to speak so freely about the prince, but figured Alexandros would know she was simply maintaining their game. The prospect of reading and writing had rather distracted her though. She wondered how hard it was to learn.
“No point in setting one’s goals low, why not aim for something lofty? Try your best to reach for it?”
“I can understand that,” Kaia agreed thoughtfully. She herself wanted more out of what she currently had in life. She wasn’t sure nobility would ever be likely for her, but it was an attractive idea nonetheless. She could imagine that she would rather enjoy leading something, whether it be a mercenary company or something similar.
“I spend a lot of time in the north, constantly fighting the barbarians that raid into Colchian lands, and going into their lands to push them back. The fighting is intense there. When I was last there, I fought and killed a man who was taller than our friend in the ring by quite a bit”
Kaia looked back towards the man towering high above Aea, before returning her gaze to Alexandros. She gave an impressed nod of her head in appreciation of his endeavours.
As the conversation shifted to that of him teaching her, Kaia warned him of her distaste for losing. One of her greatest flaws when fighting was getting lost in her own head. She could get so lost in the moment and react instinctively, rather than delivering calculated blows. So far, her flurries of instinctive fighting had not seen her seriously harmed or maimed, but it was a flaw even still. Kaia was relieved to notice though that the more proficient she got, the longer it took for her to enter such a state.
“I assure you, I do not like to lose either, but it will take some time before you are ready to spar sword against sword. They are different than the daggers you are used to. I think you’ll pick it up quickly, though. We’ll worry about arrangements when the time comes, sound fair to you?”
“That is fair,” Kaia agreed with a sly grin. She would have to be patient it seemed if she ever wanted to properly learn how to use a sword in battle. She knew her uncle Hektos was a skilled soldier in his youth, but he had shown her only the real basics in stances. Never had she been allowed to wield a real sword. She supposed if she were to teach someone how to shoot a bow, she would not allow a complete newcomer to use hers or her best arrows until they were at least somewhat practised.
“I’m glad he doesn’t offer discounts, I would be concerned about not paying full price for someone who talks and acts like you do. So much confidence, would be off putting if you weren’t worth full price, don’t you agree? Perhaps I could give him drachmae instead of goats, though. Then he could buy his own livestock, instead of forcing me to buy animals I am not familiar with.”
Kaia couldn’t help but give a laugh at the thought of Alexandros handing money over to Agolois. She wondered if he’d actually let her go. Then again, for a drachme, he probably would. “I’m sure he would find that agreeable,” Kaia answered with a smirk.
“Of course, that is a most reasonable ask. I will offer you your pick of swords should you beat me. Assuming that your father or uncle would not take it from you. I would hate to see your prize stolen by some other member of your family. Do you think they might would do that?”
It was a legitimate concern, though Kaia was sure she could simply convince them that she’d stolen it herself. Perhaps if she convinced Agolois to let her keep it to defend herself, he would prevent her uncles from taking it or selling it off.
“They would have to fight me for it,” Kaia answered solemnly, though still smirking. She knew she’d never win the sword, but if she did, she was sure she could convince Agolois to let her keep it.
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“Ah, well, now that I know what is required of me, we should be able to move forward. What is a lavish gift for a huntress like yourself? I suppose a high quality bow? Perhaps some arrows? New clothes? A pet? Once I know what to get you, the gifting can begin.”
“I would never say no to a bow or more arrows,” Kaia laughed, though that was of course true. Kaia diligently spent much of her time fletching her arrows, or sharpening the tips. Where possible, she salvaged the arrows—or parts of them—to minimise how much time she spent repairing or making new arrows, but even then, it was a lengthy process. It was well worth all the effort though. In a pinch, Kaia knew she could hunt for food to stay fed.
She knew they were playing games and for someone who wanted to one day be a true noble, it was unlikely he’d take someone like her as a wife. However, just for the sheer thought of amusement, Kaia tried to imagine Hektos and Agolois’ reactions to Alexandros approaching them with a gaggle of goats, with the intent to marry her. The shocked look on their faces was enough to make Kaia grin before she shook the thought away.
“It depends, some days I spend a lot of time with him, going over reports, inspecting the men, training. When he is away, I still communicate nearly daily with him by way of missives. With him being my direct superior, there is a lot of contact between us. Perhaps if you ask very, very nicely I might introduce you to him one day.”
Kaia’s eyes widened slightly at the officer’s words. “You can read and write?” she asked in awe, before wondering whether that was actually as uncommon as she was led to believe. Her understanding was that only the most wealthy and well educated of nobles, as well as royalty knew how to read and write. Even then likely only the men were taught. Kaia had always just assumed that she would never meet anyone with the ability to read and write. Now though, she was beginning to question her understanding of the art form. It made sense that Alexandros would need to make regular correspondence with the prince. Upon further thought, Kaia kicked herself for not realising sooner than Alexandros could read. He’d even mentioned reading reports at his desk, but she’d been so focused on the thought of a home with furnishings, she’d completely missed it.
Not wanting to appear inadequate, Kaia tried to find a way to smooth her blundering inquiry. “There was never a chance to learn for me,” Kaia added with a sheepish smile.
“I should like to meet the prince, perhaps he will have a spare few goats lying about,” Kaia teased in an attempt to draw attention away from her inability to read and write. She hoped it wasn’t too untoward to speak so freely about the prince, but figured Alexandros would know she was simply maintaining their game. The prospect of reading and writing had rather distracted her though. She wondered how hard it was to learn.
“No point in setting one’s goals low, why not aim for something lofty? Try your best to reach for it?”
“I can understand that,” Kaia agreed thoughtfully. She herself wanted more out of what she currently had in life. She wasn’t sure nobility would ever be likely for her, but it was an attractive idea nonetheless. She could imagine that she would rather enjoy leading something, whether it be a mercenary company or something similar.
“I spend a lot of time in the north, constantly fighting the barbarians that raid into Colchian lands, and going into their lands to push them back. The fighting is intense there. When I was last there, I fought and killed a man who was taller than our friend in the ring by quite a bit”
Kaia looked back towards the man towering high above Aea, before returning her gaze to Alexandros. She gave an impressed nod of her head in appreciation of his endeavours.
As the conversation shifted to that of him teaching her, Kaia warned him of her distaste for losing. One of her greatest flaws when fighting was getting lost in her own head. She could get so lost in the moment and react instinctively, rather than delivering calculated blows. So far, her flurries of instinctive fighting had not seen her seriously harmed or maimed, but it was a flaw even still. Kaia was relieved to notice though that the more proficient she got, the longer it took for her to enter such a state.
“I assure you, I do not like to lose either, but it will take some time before you are ready to spar sword against sword. They are different than the daggers you are used to. I think you’ll pick it up quickly, though. We’ll worry about arrangements when the time comes, sound fair to you?”
“That is fair,” Kaia agreed with a sly grin. She would have to be patient it seemed if she ever wanted to properly learn how to use a sword in battle. She knew her uncle Hektos was a skilled soldier in his youth, but he had shown her only the real basics in stances. Never had she been allowed to wield a real sword. She supposed if she were to teach someone how to shoot a bow, she would not allow a complete newcomer to use hers or her best arrows until they were at least somewhat practised.
“I’m glad he doesn’t offer discounts, I would be concerned about not paying full price for someone who talks and acts like you do. So much confidence, would be off putting if you weren’t worth full price, don’t you agree? Perhaps I could give him drachmae instead of goats, though. Then he could buy his own livestock, instead of forcing me to buy animals I am not familiar with.”
Kaia couldn’t help but give a laugh at the thought of Alexandros handing money over to Agolois. She wondered if he’d actually let her go. Then again, for a drachme, he probably would. “I’m sure he would find that agreeable,” Kaia answered with a smirk.
“Of course, that is a most reasonable ask. I will offer you your pick of swords should you beat me. Assuming that your father or uncle would not take it from you. I would hate to see your prize stolen by some other member of your family. Do you think they might would do that?”
It was a legitimate concern, though Kaia was sure she could simply convince them that she’d stolen it herself. Perhaps if she convinced Agolois to let her keep it to defend herself, he would prevent her uncles from taking it or selling it off.
“They would have to fight me for it,” Kaia answered solemnly, though still smirking. She knew she’d never win the sword, but if she did, she was sure she could convince Agolois to let her keep it.
“Ah, well, now that I know what is required of me, we should be able to move forward. What is a lavish gift for a huntress like yourself? I suppose a high quality bow? Perhaps some arrows? New clothes? A pet? Once I know what to get you, the gifting can begin.”
“I would never say no to a bow or more arrows,” Kaia laughed, though that was of course true. Kaia diligently spent much of her time fletching her arrows, or sharpening the tips. Where possible, she salvaged the arrows—or parts of them—to minimise how much time she spent repairing or making new arrows, but even then, it was a lengthy process. It was well worth all the effort though. In a pinch, Kaia knew she could hunt for food to stay fed.
She knew they were playing games and for someone who wanted to one day be a true noble, it was unlikely he’d take someone like her as a wife. However, just for the sheer thought of amusement, Kaia tried to imagine Hektos and Agolois’ reactions to Alexandros approaching them with a gaggle of goats, with the intent to marry her. The shocked look on their faces was enough to make Kaia grin before she shook the thought away.
“It depends, some days I spend a lot of time with him, going over reports, inspecting the men, training. When he is away, I still communicate nearly daily with him by way of missives. With him being my direct superior, there is a lot of contact between us. Perhaps if you ask very, very nicely I might introduce you to him one day.”
Kaia’s eyes widened slightly at the officer’s words. “You can read and write?” she asked in awe, before wondering whether that was actually as uncommon as she was led to believe. Her understanding was that only the most wealthy and well educated of nobles, as well as royalty knew how to read and write. Even then likely only the men were taught. Kaia had always just assumed that she would never meet anyone with the ability to read and write. Now though, she was beginning to question her understanding of the art form. It made sense that Alexandros would need to make regular correspondence with the prince. Upon further thought, Kaia kicked herself for not realising sooner than Alexandros could read. He’d even mentioned reading reports at his desk, but she’d been so focused on the thought of a home with furnishings, she’d completely missed it.
Not wanting to appear inadequate, Kaia tried to find a way to smooth her blundering inquiry. “There was never a chance to learn for me,” Kaia added with a sheepish smile.
“I should like to meet the prince, perhaps he will have a spare few goats lying about,” Kaia teased in an attempt to draw attention away from her inability to read and write. She hoped it wasn’t too untoward to speak so freely about the prince, but figured Alexandros would know she was simply maintaining their game. The prospect of reading and writing had rather distracted her though. She wondered how hard it was to learn.
“No point in setting one’s goals low, why not aim for something lofty? Try your best to reach for it?”
“I can understand that,” Kaia agreed thoughtfully. She herself wanted more out of what she currently had in life. She wasn’t sure nobility would ever be likely for her, but it was an attractive idea nonetheless. She could imagine that she would rather enjoy leading something, whether it be a mercenary company or something similar.
“I spend a lot of time in the north, constantly fighting the barbarians that raid into Colchian lands, and going into their lands to push them back. The fighting is intense there. When I was last there, I fought and killed a man who was taller than our friend in the ring by quite a bit”
Kaia looked back towards the man towering high above Aea, before returning her gaze to Alexandros. She gave an impressed nod of her head in appreciation of his endeavours.
As the conversation shifted to that of him teaching her, Kaia warned him of her distaste for losing. One of her greatest flaws when fighting was getting lost in her own head. She could get so lost in the moment and react instinctively, rather than delivering calculated blows. So far, her flurries of instinctive fighting had not seen her seriously harmed or maimed, but it was a flaw even still. Kaia was relieved to notice though that the more proficient she got, the longer it took for her to enter such a state.
“I assure you, I do not like to lose either, but it will take some time before you are ready to spar sword against sword. They are different than the daggers you are used to. I think you’ll pick it up quickly, though. We’ll worry about arrangements when the time comes, sound fair to you?”
“That is fair,” Kaia agreed with a sly grin. She would have to be patient it seemed if she ever wanted to properly learn how to use a sword in battle. She knew her uncle Hektos was a skilled soldier in his youth, but he had shown her only the real basics in stances. Never had she been allowed to wield a real sword. She supposed if she were to teach someone how to shoot a bow, she would not allow a complete newcomer to use hers or her best arrows until they were at least somewhat practised.
“I’m glad he doesn’t offer discounts, I would be concerned about not paying full price for someone who talks and acts like you do. So much confidence, would be off putting if you weren’t worth full price, don’t you agree? Perhaps I could give him drachmae instead of goats, though. Then he could buy his own livestock, instead of forcing me to buy animals I am not familiar with.”
Kaia couldn’t help but give a laugh at the thought of Alexandros handing money over to Agolois. She wondered if he’d actually let her go. Then again, for a drachme, he probably would. “I’m sure he would find that agreeable,” Kaia answered with a smirk.
“Of course, that is a most reasonable ask. I will offer you your pick of swords should you beat me. Assuming that your father or uncle would not take it from you. I would hate to see your prize stolen by some other member of your family. Do you think they might would do that?”
It was a legitimate concern, though Kaia was sure she could simply convince them that she’d stolen it herself. Perhaps if she convinced Agolois to let her keep it to defend herself, he would prevent her uncles from taking it or selling it off.
“They would have to fight me for it,” Kaia answered solemnly, though still smirking. She knew she’d never win the sword, but if she did, she was sure she could convince Agolois to let her keep it.
“I would never say no to a bow or more arrows,”
Alexandros nodded with a small smile. "I'll remember to find some arrows to give you when next we meet. Do you have a preference on how they are made? I'm afraid that bows and arrows are not a subject that I know a lot about. I would have to defer to your expertise in this area." He said, still smiling at her. He was interested to see what she would say as a response to his question.
“You can read and write? There was never a chance to learn for me,”
While he had assumed that Kaia was unable to read, he was surprised by her shock that he could. "I was taught by my mother. It has been an incredibly useful skill to have. I would be happy to teach you to read and write, eventually. It is not the easiest thing to learn, but I am certain that you can handle it. Perhaps you could teach me to be better with the bow in exchange. Sound like a fair trade to you?" He asked with a broad smile. He was more than happy to teach her, if it meant they would be able to spend more time together.
“I should like to meet the prince, perhaps he will have a spare few goats lying about,”
It took several moments for Alexandros to regain his composure after her joke. His abs began to ache from the laughing when he finally stopped. "That was a good one, Kaia. I'm afraid the prince I serve wouldn't be willing to trade goats for you. He is so picky in looking for a wife that even the highest born ladies have failed to impress him. As incredible as you are, I don't know that he would give you a second look. He is an acquired taste too; it takes a while to adjust to his personality." the young captain said with a smirk before taking another drink from his cup.
“I’m sure he would find that agreeable,”
"That's good, I find coins much easier to transport than goats. I also have more coins sitting around than I have goats, if you can believe that." He said with a laugh. "What do we think? An equal amount of drachmae as goats? Or is the conversion rate different?" He asked once more pseudo-seriously. The playful smirk still resided on his face as he spoke.
“They would have to fight me for it,”
Alexandros nodded at her words, pleased with the answer. He was now committed to giving her a sword before the night was over. He offered her his hand to shake. "Very well, we shake on this and it will be the agreement for our wager. Agreed?" He asked, still smirking. "Now, may the best fighter win the wager."
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“I would never say no to a bow or more arrows,”
Alexandros nodded with a small smile. "I'll remember to find some arrows to give you when next we meet. Do you have a preference on how they are made? I'm afraid that bows and arrows are not a subject that I know a lot about. I would have to defer to your expertise in this area." He said, still smiling at her. He was interested to see what she would say as a response to his question.
“You can read and write? There was never a chance to learn for me,”
While he had assumed that Kaia was unable to read, he was surprised by her shock that he could. "I was taught by my mother. It has been an incredibly useful skill to have. I would be happy to teach you to read and write, eventually. It is not the easiest thing to learn, but I am certain that you can handle it. Perhaps you could teach me to be better with the bow in exchange. Sound like a fair trade to you?" He asked with a broad smile. He was more than happy to teach her, if it meant they would be able to spend more time together.
“I should like to meet the prince, perhaps he will have a spare few goats lying about,”
It took several moments for Alexandros to regain his composure after her joke. His abs began to ache from the laughing when he finally stopped. "That was a good one, Kaia. I'm afraid the prince I serve wouldn't be willing to trade goats for you. He is so picky in looking for a wife that even the highest born ladies have failed to impress him. As incredible as you are, I don't know that he would give you a second look. He is an acquired taste too; it takes a while to adjust to his personality." the young captain said with a smirk before taking another drink from his cup.
“I’m sure he would find that agreeable,”
"That's good, I find coins much easier to transport than goats. I also have more coins sitting around than I have goats, if you can believe that." He said with a laugh. "What do we think? An equal amount of drachmae as goats? Or is the conversion rate different?" He asked once more pseudo-seriously. The playful smirk still resided on his face as he spoke.
“They would have to fight me for it,”
Alexandros nodded at her words, pleased with the answer. He was now committed to giving her a sword before the night was over. He offered her his hand to shake. "Very well, we shake on this and it will be the agreement for our wager. Agreed?" He asked, still smirking. "Now, may the best fighter win the wager."
“I would never say no to a bow or more arrows,”
Alexandros nodded with a small smile. "I'll remember to find some arrows to give you when next we meet. Do you have a preference on how they are made? I'm afraid that bows and arrows are not a subject that I know a lot about. I would have to defer to your expertise in this area." He said, still smiling at her. He was interested to see what she would say as a response to his question.
“You can read and write? There was never a chance to learn for me,”
While he had assumed that Kaia was unable to read, he was surprised by her shock that he could. "I was taught by my mother. It has been an incredibly useful skill to have. I would be happy to teach you to read and write, eventually. It is not the easiest thing to learn, but I am certain that you can handle it. Perhaps you could teach me to be better with the bow in exchange. Sound like a fair trade to you?" He asked with a broad smile. He was more than happy to teach her, if it meant they would be able to spend more time together.
“I should like to meet the prince, perhaps he will have a spare few goats lying about,”
It took several moments for Alexandros to regain his composure after her joke. His abs began to ache from the laughing when he finally stopped. "That was a good one, Kaia. I'm afraid the prince I serve wouldn't be willing to trade goats for you. He is so picky in looking for a wife that even the highest born ladies have failed to impress him. As incredible as you are, I don't know that he would give you a second look. He is an acquired taste too; it takes a while to adjust to his personality." the young captain said with a smirk before taking another drink from his cup.
“I’m sure he would find that agreeable,”
"That's good, I find coins much easier to transport than goats. I also have more coins sitting around than I have goats, if you can believe that." He said with a laugh. "What do we think? An equal amount of drachmae as goats? Or is the conversion rate different?" He asked once more pseudo-seriously. The playful smirk still resided on his face as he spoke.
“They would have to fight me for it,”
Alexandros nodded at her words, pleased with the answer. He was now committed to giving her a sword before the night was over. He offered her his hand to shake. "Very well, we shake on this and it will be the agreement for our wager. Agreed?" He asked, still smirking. "Now, may the best fighter win the wager."
“I'll remember to find some arrows to give you when next we meet. Do you have a preference on how they are made? I'm afraid that bows and arrows are not a subject that I know a lot about. I would have to defer to your expertise in this area.”
Kaia grinned at the prospect, even if meeting again was unlikely. How she would like some quality made arrows. She was rather proud of hers, especially for how long it took her to make them. Agolois had taught her how to use a plumb bob to refine the straightness of her arrows, but it was still a lengthy process to make her own. She would also aim to make them in batches of at least five or six, preferably from the same source, so that she could learn what she called the ‘personality’ of her arrows. Her most recent set that she’d finished over a week ago had a tendency to throw left when she used them, so she’d spent time figuring out how far to compensate before using them to hunt. Kaia imagined with professionally made arrows, she’d have to do much less self correcting.
Even though making the arrows straight was an incredibly slow process, it was the fletching of feathers that was the most difficult part. Agogos’ feathers weren’t strong enough, so she generally had to wait until she could get duck or goose feathers. The feathers was Kaia’s main motivation for hunting waterfowl, especially geese.
“I tend to make my own,” Kaia mused, “but arrows with geese feathers are my favourite.”
“I was taught by my mother. It has been an incredibly useful skill to have. I would be happy to teach you to read and write, eventually. It is not the easiest thing to learn, but I am certain that you can handle it. Perhaps you could teach me to be better with the bow in exchange. Sound like a fair trade to you?”
Kaia nodded eagerly at the offer. It was also curious to her that Alexandros’ mother taught him how to read and write. She would have assumed only he and his father had the skills. Knowing that it was Alexandros’ mother that taught him was comforting. If given the chance, Kaia would put her mind to it and she would stubbornly work at it until she understood.
“That seems fair,” Kaia agreed, ignoring the gnawing truth in the corner of her mind that wanted to remind her that it was a pipe dream at best. She knew with every fiber of her being that the chances of seeing Alexandros again was so incredibly low, she’d be a fool to entertain the thought. It was a shame though, she truly would have liked to learn to read and write, and she appreciated the offer all the same.
“That was a good one, Kaia. I'm afraid the prince I serve wouldn't be willing to trade goats for you. He is so picky in looking for a wife that even the highest born ladies have failed to impress him. As incredible as you are, I don't know that he would give you a second look. He is an acquired taste too; it takes a while to adjust to his personality.”
Kaia laughed too, and shook her head, unconcerned. “That’s probably for the best, I am incredibly picky too,” Kaia joked. She knew no prince would ever consider her, but the whole notion bothered her immensely. How contrite that one’s birth—something completely out of their control—is what dictates who is or isn’t worth the attention of another? As far as Kaia was concerned, anyone could be successful or impressive if given the same opportunities in life as any royal. There would of course be differences in skills and inclinations, but the point still stood. Kaia had no doubt at all that if swapped at birth, the young woman beside her—with dirt in her hair and on her face—would have made a beautiful princess.
It was infuriating. The thought of classism was enough to sour Kaia’s mood at the best of times, but with a few drinks in her, Kaia’s scowl emerged without her even knowing. She knew it was unrealistic to expect everyone to have the same wealth and comfort as nobles or royalty. It just simply was not how the world worked. That understanding made it no less maddening though. It just baffled and angered her that no one but the gods truly had any power over one’s hand in life. Kaia was brought into the world as a common born, bastard that lived outside of general society. The prince was born just that, a prince. He had more expectations and duties than she could ever hope to imagine, she was sure, but his birth promised a certain way of life that Kaia would never know.
As the conversation moved on, Kaia made a note to relax her shoulders and calm her expression. She did not want to seem displeased, especially when she was not inclined to share her thoughts, knowing that she was being foolish to pour so much energy into something she could not change.
“That's good, I find coins much easier to transport than goats. I also have more coins sitting around than I have goats, if you can believe that. What do we think? An equal amount of drachmae as goats? Or is the conversion rate different?”
“Equal amount should suffice,” Kaia laughed. She’d be damned if she were ever to truly be bought, but the game was fun and harmless.
At the concern that her uncles or father may take a sword if she won it, Kaia promised that she would fight for it. If all else failed, she would plead her case to Agolois, who seemed to find it difficult to deny her for long. It was why he let her harvest the feathers from any waterfowl for her arrows before taking the kill to be divided among the family. Kaia was very particular about the feathers she used, so the process could take some time, which grated on the patience of her uncles when bellies rumbled with hunger.
“Very well, we shake on this and it will be the agreement for our wager. Agreed? Now, may the best fighter win the wager.”
“Agreed,” Kaia answered with a determined nod and a sly smirk, holding her hand out to shake.
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“I'll remember to find some arrows to give you when next we meet. Do you have a preference on how they are made? I'm afraid that bows and arrows are not a subject that I know a lot about. I would have to defer to your expertise in this area.”
Kaia grinned at the prospect, even if meeting again was unlikely. How she would like some quality made arrows. She was rather proud of hers, especially for how long it took her to make them. Agolois had taught her how to use a plumb bob to refine the straightness of her arrows, but it was still a lengthy process to make her own. She would also aim to make them in batches of at least five or six, preferably from the same source, so that she could learn what she called the ‘personality’ of her arrows. Her most recent set that she’d finished over a week ago had a tendency to throw left when she used them, so she’d spent time figuring out how far to compensate before using them to hunt. Kaia imagined with professionally made arrows, she’d have to do much less self correcting.
Even though making the arrows straight was an incredibly slow process, it was the fletching of feathers that was the most difficult part. Agogos’ feathers weren’t strong enough, so she generally had to wait until she could get duck or goose feathers. The feathers was Kaia’s main motivation for hunting waterfowl, especially geese.
“I tend to make my own,” Kaia mused, “but arrows with geese feathers are my favourite.”
“I was taught by my mother. It has been an incredibly useful skill to have. I would be happy to teach you to read and write, eventually. It is not the easiest thing to learn, but I am certain that you can handle it. Perhaps you could teach me to be better with the bow in exchange. Sound like a fair trade to you?”
Kaia nodded eagerly at the offer. It was also curious to her that Alexandros’ mother taught him how to read and write. She would have assumed only he and his father had the skills. Knowing that it was Alexandros’ mother that taught him was comforting. If given the chance, Kaia would put her mind to it and she would stubbornly work at it until she understood.
“That seems fair,” Kaia agreed, ignoring the gnawing truth in the corner of her mind that wanted to remind her that it was a pipe dream at best. She knew with every fiber of her being that the chances of seeing Alexandros again was so incredibly low, she’d be a fool to entertain the thought. It was a shame though, she truly would have liked to learn to read and write, and she appreciated the offer all the same.
“That was a good one, Kaia. I'm afraid the prince I serve wouldn't be willing to trade goats for you. He is so picky in looking for a wife that even the highest born ladies have failed to impress him. As incredible as you are, I don't know that he would give you a second look. He is an acquired taste too; it takes a while to adjust to his personality.”
Kaia laughed too, and shook her head, unconcerned. “That’s probably for the best, I am incredibly picky too,” Kaia joked. She knew no prince would ever consider her, but the whole notion bothered her immensely. How contrite that one’s birth—something completely out of their control—is what dictates who is or isn’t worth the attention of another? As far as Kaia was concerned, anyone could be successful or impressive if given the same opportunities in life as any royal. There would of course be differences in skills and inclinations, but the point still stood. Kaia had no doubt at all that if swapped at birth, the young woman beside her—with dirt in her hair and on her face—would have made a beautiful princess.
It was infuriating. The thought of classism was enough to sour Kaia’s mood at the best of times, but with a few drinks in her, Kaia’s scowl emerged without her even knowing. She knew it was unrealistic to expect everyone to have the same wealth and comfort as nobles or royalty. It just simply was not how the world worked. That understanding made it no less maddening though. It just baffled and angered her that no one but the gods truly had any power over one’s hand in life. Kaia was brought into the world as a common born, bastard that lived outside of general society. The prince was born just that, a prince. He had more expectations and duties than she could ever hope to imagine, she was sure, but his birth promised a certain way of life that Kaia would never know.
As the conversation moved on, Kaia made a note to relax her shoulders and calm her expression. She did not want to seem displeased, especially when she was not inclined to share her thoughts, knowing that she was being foolish to pour so much energy into something she could not change.
“That's good, I find coins much easier to transport than goats. I also have more coins sitting around than I have goats, if you can believe that. What do we think? An equal amount of drachmae as goats? Or is the conversion rate different?”
“Equal amount should suffice,” Kaia laughed. She’d be damned if she were ever to truly be bought, but the game was fun and harmless.
At the concern that her uncles or father may take a sword if she won it, Kaia promised that she would fight for it. If all else failed, she would plead her case to Agolois, who seemed to find it difficult to deny her for long. It was why he let her harvest the feathers from any waterfowl for her arrows before taking the kill to be divided among the family. Kaia was very particular about the feathers she used, so the process could take some time, which grated on the patience of her uncles when bellies rumbled with hunger.
“Very well, we shake on this and it will be the agreement for our wager. Agreed? Now, may the best fighter win the wager.”
“Agreed,” Kaia answered with a determined nod and a sly smirk, holding her hand out to shake.
“I'll remember to find some arrows to give you when next we meet. Do you have a preference on how they are made? I'm afraid that bows and arrows are not a subject that I know a lot about. I would have to defer to your expertise in this area.”
Kaia grinned at the prospect, even if meeting again was unlikely. How she would like some quality made arrows. She was rather proud of hers, especially for how long it took her to make them. Agolois had taught her how to use a plumb bob to refine the straightness of her arrows, but it was still a lengthy process to make her own. She would also aim to make them in batches of at least five or six, preferably from the same source, so that she could learn what she called the ‘personality’ of her arrows. Her most recent set that she’d finished over a week ago had a tendency to throw left when she used them, so she’d spent time figuring out how far to compensate before using them to hunt. Kaia imagined with professionally made arrows, she’d have to do much less self correcting.
Even though making the arrows straight was an incredibly slow process, it was the fletching of feathers that was the most difficult part. Agogos’ feathers weren’t strong enough, so she generally had to wait until she could get duck or goose feathers. The feathers was Kaia’s main motivation for hunting waterfowl, especially geese.
“I tend to make my own,” Kaia mused, “but arrows with geese feathers are my favourite.”
“I was taught by my mother. It has been an incredibly useful skill to have. I would be happy to teach you to read and write, eventually. It is not the easiest thing to learn, but I am certain that you can handle it. Perhaps you could teach me to be better with the bow in exchange. Sound like a fair trade to you?”
Kaia nodded eagerly at the offer. It was also curious to her that Alexandros’ mother taught him how to read and write. She would have assumed only he and his father had the skills. Knowing that it was Alexandros’ mother that taught him was comforting. If given the chance, Kaia would put her mind to it and she would stubbornly work at it until she understood.
“That seems fair,” Kaia agreed, ignoring the gnawing truth in the corner of her mind that wanted to remind her that it was a pipe dream at best. She knew with every fiber of her being that the chances of seeing Alexandros again was so incredibly low, she’d be a fool to entertain the thought. It was a shame though, she truly would have liked to learn to read and write, and she appreciated the offer all the same.
“That was a good one, Kaia. I'm afraid the prince I serve wouldn't be willing to trade goats for you. He is so picky in looking for a wife that even the highest born ladies have failed to impress him. As incredible as you are, I don't know that he would give you a second look. He is an acquired taste too; it takes a while to adjust to his personality.”
Kaia laughed too, and shook her head, unconcerned. “That’s probably for the best, I am incredibly picky too,” Kaia joked. She knew no prince would ever consider her, but the whole notion bothered her immensely. How contrite that one’s birth—something completely out of their control—is what dictates who is or isn’t worth the attention of another? As far as Kaia was concerned, anyone could be successful or impressive if given the same opportunities in life as any royal. There would of course be differences in skills and inclinations, but the point still stood. Kaia had no doubt at all that if swapped at birth, the young woman beside her—with dirt in her hair and on her face—would have made a beautiful princess.
It was infuriating. The thought of classism was enough to sour Kaia’s mood at the best of times, but with a few drinks in her, Kaia’s scowl emerged without her even knowing. She knew it was unrealistic to expect everyone to have the same wealth and comfort as nobles or royalty. It just simply was not how the world worked. That understanding made it no less maddening though. It just baffled and angered her that no one but the gods truly had any power over one’s hand in life. Kaia was brought into the world as a common born, bastard that lived outside of general society. The prince was born just that, a prince. He had more expectations and duties than she could ever hope to imagine, she was sure, but his birth promised a certain way of life that Kaia would never know.
As the conversation moved on, Kaia made a note to relax her shoulders and calm her expression. She did not want to seem displeased, especially when she was not inclined to share her thoughts, knowing that she was being foolish to pour so much energy into something she could not change.
“That's good, I find coins much easier to transport than goats. I also have more coins sitting around than I have goats, if you can believe that. What do we think? An equal amount of drachmae as goats? Or is the conversion rate different?”
“Equal amount should suffice,” Kaia laughed. She’d be damned if she were ever to truly be bought, but the game was fun and harmless.
At the concern that her uncles or father may take a sword if she won it, Kaia promised that she would fight for it. If all else failed, she would plead her case to Agolois, who seemed to find it difficult to deny her for long. It was why he let her harvest the feathers from any waterfowl for her arrows before taking the kill to be divided among the family. Kaia was very particular about the feathers she used, so the process could take some time, which grated on the patience of her uncles when bellies rumbled with hunger.
“Very well, we shake on this and it will be the agreement for our wager. Agreed? Now, may the best fighter win the wager.”
“Agreed,” Kaia answered with a determined nod and a sly smirk, holding her hand out to shake.
“I tend to make my own,” Kaia mused, “but arrows with geese feathers are my favourite.”
Alexandros nodded as she spoke, making mental notes on the off chance that he did see her again. “Goose feathers, got it. And you want the shafts to be straight, right? With sharp things at the end? No trick arrows?” He asked teasingly with a broad grin on his face. “What makes the goose feathers so important? I don’t know much about how arrows are made, and this specific is quite interesting to me.”
“That’s probably for the best, I am incredibly picky too,”
“I’ve noticed, it seems you have quite good tastes as well.” He said with a smirk. He was surprised to see the scowl growing across her face, but it did not seem to be in response to him or his words. Confused by this sudden change in her demeanor, he came up with a quick plan to try and revive the mood of the night. He frowned as he looked at her, taking a moment to gather himself to be more serious. “Hey, Kaia, you’ve got something on your lip, can I take a look at it?”
With her agreement, he made his move. He leaned in closer, and his right hand moved to cup her neck. He gave her lips a quick look and then planted his own upon them. It was a soft, playful kiss. One that spoke of much more to come later in the night. The taste of her lips covered his own, and he smiled coyly as he pulled away. “There, I think I got it. It was nice of you to hold onto that kiss for me.” He said as his smile morphed into a smirk. “Though perhaps we can both do better than that with a bit more practice, don’t you think?”
“Equal amount should suffice,”
“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, it may come in handy some day. It may not, but it is always better to know something and not need it, rather than need to know it and don’t. Wouldn’t you agree?” He asked pleasantly. The topic of marriage had been joked about until it was threadbare, and he needed something else to speak of, but what? His mind churned as he tried to decide what his next question should be. “Where are you from Kaia? What province were you born in? Where your parents from there? I hope these aren’t too intrusive, but I would like to know more about you.”
“Agreed,”
One word and one gesture bound them to the wager. Not that either of them seemed concerned over the terms. Alexandros smiled as they shook. He didn’t think the wager changed much, if anything about the course of the night, but it was now confirmed. “Now we just need Aea and her friend to hurry up and get out of the way. You don’t think she made a similar wager with him, do you?” The young officer asked with that same teasing smirk still plastered across his face.
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“I tend to make my own,” Kaia mused, “but arrows with geese feathers are my favourite.”
Alexandros nodded as she spoke, making mental notes on the off chance that he did see her again. “Goose feathers, got it. And you want the shafts to be straight, right? With sharp things at the end? No trick arrows?” He asked teasingly with a broad grin on his face. “What makes the goose feathers so important? I don’t know much about how arrows are made, and this specific is quite interesting to me.”
“That’s probably for the best, I am incredibly picky too,”
“I’ve noticed, it seems you have quite good tastes as well.” He said with a smirk. He was surprised to see the scowl growing across her face, but it did not seem to be in response to him or his words. Confused by this sudden change in her demeanor, he came up with a quick plan to try and revive the mood of the night. He frowned as he looked at her, taking a moment to gather himself to be more serious. “Hey, Kaia, you’ve got something on your lip, can I take a look at it?”
With her agreement, he made his move. He leaned in closer, and his right hand moved to cup her neck. He gave her lips a quick look and then planted his own upon them. It was a soft, playful kiss. One that spoke of much more to come later in the night. The taste of her lips covered his own, and he smiled coyly as he pulled away. “There, I think I got it. It was nice of you to hold onto that kiss for me.” He said as his smile morphed into a smirk. “Though perhaps we can both do better than that with a bit more practice, don’t you think?”
“Equal amount should suffice,”
“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, it may come in handy some day. It may not, but it is always better to know something and not need it, rather than need to know it and don’t. Wouldn’t you agree?” He asked pleasantly. The topic of marriage had been joked about until it was threadbare, and he needed something else to speak of, but what? His mind churned as he tried to decide what his next question should be. “Where are you from Kaia? What province were you born in? Where your parents from there? I hope these aren’t too intrusive, but I would like to know more about you.”
“Agreed,”
One word and one gesture bound them to the wager. Not that either of them seemed concerned over the terms. Alexandros smiled as they shook. He didn’t think the wager changed much, if anything about the course of the night, but it was now confirmed. “Now we just need Aea and her friend to hurry up and get out of the way. You don’t think she made a similar wager with him, do you?” The young officer asked with that same teasing smirk still plastered across his face.
“I tend to make my own,” Kaia mused, “but arrows with geese feathers are my favourite.”
Alexandros nodded as she spoke, making mental notes on the off chance that he did see her again. “Goose feathers, got it. And you want the shafts to be straight, right? With sharp things at the end? No trick arrows?” He asked teasingly with a broad grin on his face. “What makes the goose feathers so important? I don’t know much about how arrows are made, and this specific is quite interesting to me.”
“That’s probably for the best, I am incredibly picky too,”
“I’ve noticed, it seems you have quite good tastes as well.” He said with a smirk. He was surprised to see the scowl growing across her face, but it did not seem to be in response to him or his words. Confused by this sudden change in her demeanor, he came up with a quick plan to try and revive the mood of the night. He frowned as he looked at her, taking a moment to gather himself to be more serious. “Hey, Kaia, you’ve got something on your lip, can I take a look at it?”
With her agreement, he made his move. He leaned in closer, and his right hand moved to cup her neck. He gave her lips a quick look and then planted his own upon them. It was a soft, playful kiss. One that spoke of much more to come later in the night. The taste of her lips covered his own, and he smiled coyly as he pulled away. “There, I think I got it. It was nice of you to hold onto that kiss for me.” He said as his smile morphed into a smirk. “Though perhaps we can both do better than that with a bit more practice, don’t you think?”
“Equal amount should suffice,”
“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, it may come in handy some day. It may not, but it is always better to know something and not need it, rather than need to know it and don’t. Wouldn’t you agree?” He asked pleasantly. The topic of marriage had been joked about until it was threadbare, and he needed something else to speak of, but what? His mind churned as he tried to decide what his next question should be. “Where are you from Kaia? What province were you born in? Where your parents from there? I hope these aren’t too intrusive, but I would like to know more about you.”
“Agreed,”
One word and one gesture bound them to the wager. Not that either of them seemed concerned over the terms. Alexandros smiled as they shook. He didn’t think the wager changed much, if anything about the course of the night, but it was now confirmed. “Now we just need Aea and her friend to hurry up and get out of the way. You don’t think she made a similar wager with him, do you?” The young officer asked with that same teasing smirk still plastered across his face.
“Goose feathers, got it. And you want the shafts to be straight, right? With sharp things at the end? No trick arrows?”
“Mmm, yeah, preferably straight. I’ve gone off the bendy ones,” Kaia joked with a sly expression. “And as pointy or sharp as possible.”
“What makes the goose feathers so important? I don’t know much about how arrows are made, and this specific is quite interesting to me.”
Kaia couldn’t help the enthusiasm that flooded her at the topic of which she was so invested. “Goose feathers are nice and big, plus strong enough to work with,” Kaia explained.
“Geese also seem to have more feathers that are viable, compared to ducks or other birds. I also like the way the arrows turn with goose feathers. Accounting for which way they throw feels more natural to me,” Kaia added. “That, and they’re just easier to work with. Especially since each feather for the one arrow must come from the same wing.”
It was nice to talk about something she was good at. Her marksmanship was just part of how she fit into her family, so rarely did she earn any extra appreciation for her efforts, which was fine. Kaia didn’t feel the need to be rewarded for doing her daily tasks. In saying that, she did also enjoy just feeling like she was good at something.
“I’ve noticed, it seems you have quite good tastes as well.”
Kaia gave a little laugh and a cheeky grin at that. She had to admit that she could appreciate his confidence. There was something charming about confidence, something reliable. Of course, confidence was sometimes all it took to sway an altercation. Doubt or trepidation could be lethal at the wrong times.
However, Kaia’s mind drifted to the inevitable pit of frustration that she fell victim to whenever she thought about the injustice of the classes. She could not help but scowl as she fumed over the unfairness of it all. There was no reason why any of the good but common folk around the ring could not have been great nobles. How many brilliant minds had simply gone to waste from being born into the wrong class?
“Hey, Kaia, you’ve got something on your lip, can I take a look at it?”
Kaia snapped out of her thoughts and turned her attention back to Alexandros both quizzically and apologetically. She did hope she had not made him think she was displeased with him, but her curiosity got the better of her. She gave a nod and watched his expression carefully, reading for any signs of thoughts in his features. As he leaned in closer though, Kaia realised what he was doing, and gave a little twitch of a smile as his hand came to rest against her neck. Kaia tilted her head up slightly, inviting him closer, suddenly aware of her heart beating quickly in her chest.
As his lips touched hers, Kaia’s eyes fluttered closed. The young blonde leaned up slightly, enjoying the gentle feel of his lips against hers as she rested her palm flat against his chest. His skin was warm under her fingers. All too soon though, the kiss came to an end. Kaia opened her eyes again and met his coy grin with one of her own, before softly pulling her hand away from his chest.
“There, I think I got it. It was nice of you to hold onto that kiss for me.”
“Well, it is the least I could do for the valiant captain,” Kaia teased, pleased with the outcome.
“Though perhaps we can both do better than that with a bit more practice, don’t you think?”
“There you go with those high expectations again,” Kaia joked teasingly, though she was not dismissive of the meaning. She had every intention of re-exploring the kiss, somewhere a little more private of course.
“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, it may come in handy some day. It may not, but it is always better to know something and not need it, rather than need to know it and don’t. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“One can never be too prepared,” Kaia agreed with a laugh. With the conversation coming to a close, Kaia took a moment to glance back towards Aea. Any moment now, Kaia expected she would strike as quick as a snake.
“Where are you from Kaia? What province were you born in? Were your parents from there? I hope these aren’t too intrusive, but I would like to know more about you.”
Kaia hesitated only a moment as she double checked any information she could or couldn’t tell him. She supposed there was no harm in answering most of his questions. “I was born in Almosis,” Kaia answered with a gentle smile that faded slightly as she continued, “I do not know where my mother was born. She was a slave when my father found her, but he rescued her.”
Kaia was only a child when Callie died, but even so, her mother never spoke about her time as a slave. All Kaia knew was that she had a sadness in her eyes that never seemed to completely go away, even when she smiled her beautiful smile.
“We don’t really stay anywhere long, we tend to go wherever there is work for a simple band of hunters,” Kaia added. “I haven't been back to Almosis in a very long time.”
“Now we just need Aea and her friend to hurry up and get out of the way. You don’t think she made a similar wager with him, do you?”
Kaia gave an amused grin at the thought. “No I don’t think so. She may have challenged him for some money, though I don’t know what she would have offered if he won. We didn’t bring anything with us besides our goat.” She knew Aea would never risk losing Kelosi, so perhaps she managed to enter the wager without having to give her own fee.
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“Goose feathers, got it. And you want the shafts to be straight, right? With sharp things at the end? No trick arrows?”
“Mmm, yeah, preferably straight. I’ve gone off the bendy ones,” Kaia joked with a sly expression. “And as pointy or sharp as possible.”
“What makes the goose feathers so important? I don’t know much about how arrows are made, and this specific is quite interesting to me.”
Kaia couldn’t help the enthusiasm that flooded her at the topic of which she was so invested. “Goose feathers are nice and big, plus strong enough to work with,” Kaia explained.
“Geese also seem to have more feathers that are viable, compared to ducks or other birds. I also like the way the arrows turn with goose feathers. Accounting for which way they throw feels more natural to me,” Kaia added. “That, and they’re just easier to work with. Especially since each feather for the one arrow must come from the same wing.”
It was nice to talk about something she was good at. Her marksmanship was just part of how she fit into her family, so rarely did she earn any extra appreciation for her efforts, which was fine. Kaia didn’t feel the need to be rewarded for doing her daily tasks. In saying that, she did also enjoy just feeling like she was good at something.
“I’ve noticed, it seems you have quite good tastes as well.”
Kaia gave a little laugh and a cheeky grin at that. She had to admit that she could appreciate his confidence. There was something charming about confidence, something reliable. Of course, confidence was sometimes all it took to sway an altercation. Doubt or trepidation could be lethal at the wrong times.
However, Kaia’s mind drifted to the inevitable pit of frustration that she fell victim to whenever she thought about the injustice of the classes. She could not help but scowl as she fumed over the unfairness of it all. There was no reason why any of the good but common folk around the ring could not have been great nobles. How many brilliant minds had simply gone to waste from being born into the wrong class?
“Hey, Kaia, you’ve got something on your lip, can I take a look at it?”
Kaia snapped out of her thoughts and turned her attention back to Alexandros both quizzically and apologetically. She did hope she had not made him think she was displeased with him, but her curiosity got the better of her. She gave a nod and watched his expression carefully, reading for any signs of thoughts in his features. As he leaned in closer though, Kaia realised what he was doing, and gave a little twitch of a smile as his hand came to rest against her neck. Kaia tilted her head up slightly, inviting him closer, suddenly aware of her heart beating quickly in her chest.
As his lips touched hers, Kaia’s eyes fluttered closed. The young blonde leaned up slightly, enjoying the gentle feel of his lips against hers as she rested her palm flat against his chest. His skin was warm under her fingers. All too soon though, the kiss came to an end. Kaia opened her eyes again and met his coy grin with one of her own, before softly pulling her hand away from his chest.
“There, I think I got it. It was nice of you to hold onto that kiss for me.”
“Well, it is the least I could do for the valiant captain,” Kaia teased, pleased with the outcome.
“Though perhaps we can both do better than that with a bit more practice, don’t you think?”
“There you go with those high expectations again,” Kaia joked teasingly, though she was not dismissive of the meaning. She had every intention of re-exploring the kiss, somewhere a little more private of course.
“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, it may come in handy some day. It may not, but it is always better to know something and not need it, rather than need to know it and don’t. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“One can never be too prepared,” Kaia agreed with a laugh. With the conversation coming to a close, Kaia took a moment to glance back towards Aea. Any moment now, Kaia expected she would strike as quick as a snake.
“Where are you from Kaia? What province were you born in? Were your parents from there? I hope these aren’t too intrusive, but I would like to know more about you.”
Kaia hesitated only a moment as she double checked any information she could or couldn’t tell him. She supposed there was no harm in answering most of his questions. “I was born in Almosis,” Kaia answered with a gentle smile that faded slightly as she continued, “I do not know where my mother was born. She was a slave when my father found her, but he rescued her.”
Kaia was only a child when Callie died, but even so, her mother never spoke about her time as a slave. All Kaia knew was that she had a sadness in her eyes that never seemed to completely go away, even when she smiled her beautiful smile.
“We don’t really stay anywhere long, we tend to go wherever there is work for a simple band of hunters,” Kaia added. “I haven't been back to Almosis in a very long time.”
“Now we just need Aea and her friend to hurry up and get out of the way. You don’t think she made a similar wager with him, do you?”
Kaia gave an amused grin at the thought. “No I don’t think so. She may have challenged him for some money, though I don’t know what she would have offered if he won. We didn’t bring anything with us besides our goat.” She knew Aea would never risk losing Kelosi, so perhaps she managed to enter the wager without having to give her own fee.
“Goose feathers, got it. And you want the shafts to be straight, right? With sharp things at the end? No trick arrows?”
“Mmm, yeah, preferably straight. I’ve gone off the bendy ones,” Kaia joked with a sly expression. “And as pointy or sharp as possible.”
“What makes the goose feathers so important? I don’t know much about how arrows are made, and this specific is quite interesting to me.”
Kaia couldn’t help the enthusiasm that flooded her at the topic of which she was so invested. “Goose feathers are nice and big, plus strong enough to work with,” Kaia explained.
“Geese also seem to have more feathers that are viable, compared to ducks or other birds. I also like the way the arrows turn with goose feathers. Accounting for which way they throw feels more natural to me,” Kaia added. “That, and they’re just easier to work with. Especially since each feather for the one arrow must come from the same wing.”
It was nice to talk about something she was good at. Her marksmanship was just part of how she fit into her family, so rarely did she earn any extra appreciation for her efforts, which was fine. Kaia didn’t feel the need to be rewarded for doing her daily tasks. In saying that, she did also enjoy just feeling like she was good at something.
“I’ve noticed, it seems you have quite good tastes as well.”
Kaia gave a little laugh and a cheeky grin at that. She had to admit that she could appreciate his confidence. There was something charming about confidence, something reliable. Of course, confidence was sometimes all it took to sway an altercation. Doubt or trepidation could be lethal at the wrong times.
However, Kaia’s mind drifted to the inevitable pit of frustration that she fell victim to whenever she thought about the injustice of the classes. She could not help but scowl as she fumed over the unfairness of it all. There was no reason why any of the good but common folk around the ring could not have been great nobles. How many brilliant minds had simply gone to waste from being born into the wrong class?
“Hey, Kaia, you’ve got something on your lip, can I take a look at it?”
Kaia snapped out of her thoughts and turned her attention back to Alexandros both quizzically and apologetically. She did hope she had not made him think she was displeased with him, but her curiosity got the better of her. She gave a nod and watched his expression carefully, reading for any signs of thoughts in his features. As he leaned in closer though, Kaia realised what he was doing, and gave a little twitch of a smile as his hand came to rest against her neck. Kaia tilted her head up slightly, inviting him closer, suddenly aware of her heart beating quickly in her chest.
As his lips touched hers, Kaia’s eyes fluttered closed. The young blonde leaned up slightly, enjoying the gentle feel of his lips against hers as she rested her palm flat against his chest. His skin was warm under her fingers. All too soon though, the kiss came to an end. Kaia opened her eyes again and met his coy grin with one of her own, before softly pulling her hand away from his chest.
“There, I think I got it. It was nice of you to hold onto that kiss for me.”
“Well, it is the least I could do for the valiant captain,” Kaia teased, pleased with the outcome.
“Though perhaps we can both do better than that with a bit more practice, don’t you think?”
“There you go with those high expectations again,” Kaia joked teasingly, though she was not dismissive of the meaning. She had every intention of re-exploring the kiss, somewhere a little more private of course.
“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, it may come in handy some day. It may not, but it is always better to know something and not need it, rather than need to know it and don’t. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“One can never be too prepared,” Kaia agreed with a laugh. With the conversation coming to a close, Kaia took a moment to glance back towards Aea. Any moment now, Kaia expected she would strike as quick as a snake.
“Where are you from Kaia? What province were you born in? Were your parents from there? I hope these aren’t too intrusive, but I would like to know more about you.”
Kaia hesitated only a moment as she double checked any information she could or couldn’t tell him. She supposed there was no harm in answering most of his questions. “I was born in Almosis,” Kaia answered with a gentle smile that faded slightly as she continued, “I do not know where my mother was born. She was a slave when my father found her, but he rescued her.”
Kaia was only a child when Callie died, but even so, her mother never spoke about her time as a slave. All Kaia knew was that she had a sadness in her eyes that never seemed to completely go away, even when she smiled her beautiful smile.
“We don’t really stay anywhere long, we tend to go wherever there is work for a simple band of hunters,” Kaia added. “I haven't been back to Almosis in a very long time.”
“Now we just need Aea and her friend to hurry up and get out of the way. You don’t think she made a similar wager with him, do you?”
Kaia gave an amused grin at the thought. “No I don’t think so. She may have challenged him for some money, though I don’t know what she would have offered if he won. We didn’t bring anything with us besides our goat.” She knew Aea would never risk losing Kelosi, so perhaps she managed to enter the wager without having to give her own fee.
“Goose feathers are nice and big, plus strong enough to work with,” Kaia explained. “Geese also seem to have more feathers that are viable, compared to ducks or other birds. I also like the way the arrows turn with goose feathers. Accounting for which way they throw feels more natural to me,” Kaia added. “That, and they’re just easier to work with. Especially since each feather for the one arrow must come from the same wing.”
The young officer nodded along as she spoke, enjoying the enthusiasm she brought forward when she talked about arrows and how she made them. He enjoyed seeing her passion flood out as she spoke. “Those all seem like very good reasons, but why do the feathers for one arrow need to all be from the same wing? That seems like a strange thing to be concerned about when making an arrow. Not that I have any idea how to make one or a reason to object to the practice. That one detail just seems a bit strange from where I am standing.” Curiosity seeped from his voice as he spoke; he wanted to keep this enthusiasm and passion in the conversation for as long as he could.
“There you go with those high expectations again,”
“How do you think I made such a reputation? One has to improve every time they do something, or there is no point to continuing. Whether in combat or in bed, my goal is to always improve, perhaps someday I will be the best the world has ever known at both love and war, wouldn’t that be something?” His words were once again playful, and that smirk had found its way back to his lips. He wrapped his arm around her midriff, drawing them close to each other as they stood by the ring.
“I was born in Almosis,” Kaia answered with a gentle smile that faded slightly as she continued, “I do not know where my mother was born. She was a slave when my father found her, but he rescued her. We don’t really stay anywhere long, we tend to go wherever there is work for a simple band of hunters,” Kaia added. “I haven't been back to Almosis in a very long time.”
Alexandros frowned as she spoke of her mother in the past tense. He put the pieces together rather quickly. “I’m sorry that you never learned more from your mother, but I am certain she must have been an exceptional woman to have produced you. I was 8 when my mother was killed, I haven’t been back to where I was born since then. My father couldn’t stand to be in that place any more. We buried her and moved to Colchis.” His left hand wandered to the scar at his chest, and the memory of searing pain came flooding back to him. He looked away from Kaia for a moment as he gathered himself. “But that’s not a story for such a joyous occasion, is it? We need something lighter to talk about, does anything come to mind?”
“No I don’t think so. She may have challenged him for some money, though I don’t know what she would have offered if he won. We didn’t bring anything with us besides our goat.”
“I don’t imagine the rest of your group would be very happy if she lost the goat gambling, would they? Let’s hope she didn’t wager anything absurd, but if it comes down to not being able to afford it, then I suppose I could step in and intervene.” He said as he looked from Aea to the goat and back to Vangelis. He sincerely hoped she had not bet anything outrageous.
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“Goose feathers are nice and big, plus strong enough to work with,” Kaia explained. “Geese also seem to have more feathers that are viable, compared to ducks or other birds. I also like the way the arrows turn with goose feathers. Accounting for which way they throw feels more natural to me,” Kaia added. “That, and they’re just easier to work with. Especially since each feather for the one arrow must come from the same wing.”
The young officer nodded along as she spoke, enjoying the enthusiasm she brought forward when she talked about arrows and how she made them. He enjoyed seeing her passion flood out as she spoke. “Those all seem like very good reasons, but why do the feathers for one arrow need to all be from the same wing? That seems like a strange thing to be concerned about when making an arrow. Not that I have any idea how to make one or a reason to object to the practice. That one detail just seems a bit strange from where I am standing.” Curiosity seeped from his voice as he spoke; he wanted to keep this enthusiasm and passion in the conversation for as long as he could.
“There you go with those high expectations again,”
“How do you think I made such a reputation? One has to improve every time they do something, or there is no point to continuing. Whether in combat or in bed, my goal is to always improve, perhaps someday I will be the best the world has ever known at both love and war, wouldn’t that be something?” His words were once again playful, and that smirk had found its way back to his lips. He wrapped his arm around her midriff, drawing them close to each other as they stood by the ring.
“I was born in Almosis,” Kaia answered with a gentle smile that faded slightly as she continued, “I do not know where my mother was born. She was a slave when my father found her, but he rescued her. We don’t really stay anywhere long, we tend to go wherever there is work for a simple band of hunters,” Kaia added. “I haven't been back to Almosis in a very long time.”
Alexandros frowned as she spoke of her mother in the past tense. He put the pieces together rather quickly. “I’m sorry that you never learned more from your mother, but I am certain she must have been an exceptional woman to have produced you. I was 8 when my mother was killed, I haven’t been back to where I was born since then. My father couldn’t stand to be in that place any more. We buried her and moved to Colchis.” His left hand wandered to the scar at his chest, and the memory of searing pain came flooding back to him. He looked away from Kaia for a moment as he gathered himself. “But that’s not a story for such a joyous occasion, is it? We need something lighter to talk about, does anything come to mind?”
“No I don’t think so. She may have challenged him for some money, though I don’t know what she would have offered if he won. We didn’t bring anything with us besides our goat.”
“I don’t imagine the rest of your group would be very happy if she lost the goat gambling, would they? Let’s hope she didn’t wager anything absurd, but if it comes down to not being able to afford it, then I suppose I could step in and intervene.” He said as he looked from Aea to the goat and back to Vangelis. He sincerely hoped she had not bet anything outrageous.
“Goose feathers are nice and big, plus strong enough to work with,” Kaia explained. “Geese also seem to have more feathers that are viable, compared to ducks or other birds. I also like the way the arrows turn with goose feathers. Accounting for which way they throw feels more natural to me,” Kaia added. “That, and they’re just easier to work with. Especially since each feather for the one arrow must come from the same wing.”
The young officer nodded along as she spoke, enjoying the enthusiasm she brought forward when she talked about arrows and how she made them. He enjoyed seeing her passion flood out as she spoke. “Those all seem like very good reasons, but why do the feathers for one arrow need to all be from the same wing? That seems like a strange thing to be concerned about when making an arrow. Not that I have any idea how to make one or a reason to object to the practice. That one detail just seems a bit strange from where I am standing.” Curiosity seeped from his voice as he spoke; he wanted to keep this enthusiasm and passion in the conversation for as long as he could.
“There you go with those high expectations again,”
“How do you think I made such a reputation? One has to improve every time they do something, or there is no point to continuing. Whether in combat or in bed, my goal is to always improve, perhaps someday I will be the best the world has ever known at both love and war, wouldn’t that be something?” His words were once again playful, and that smirk had found its way back to his lips. He wrapped his arm around her midriff, drawing them close to each other as they stood by the ring.
“I was born in Almosis,” Kaia answered with a gentle smile that faded slightly as she continued, “I do not know where my mother was born. She was a slave when my father found her, but he rescued her. We don’t really stay anywhere long, we tend to go wherever there is work for a simple band of hunters,” Kaia added. “I haven't been back to Almosis in a very long time.”
Alexandros frowned as she spoke of her mother in the past tense. He put the pieces together rather quickly. “I’m sorry that you never learned more from your mother, but I am certain she must have been an exceptional woman to have produced you. I was 8 when my mother was killed, I haven’t been back to where I was born since then. My father couldn’t stand to be in that place any more. We buried her and moved to Colchis.” His left hand wandered to the scar at his chest, and the memory of searing pain came flooding back to him. He looked away from Kaia for a moment as he gathered himself. “But that’s not a story for such a joyous occasion, is it? We need something lighter to talk about, does anything come to mind?”
“No I don’t think so. She may have challenged him for some money, though I don’t know what she would have offered if he won. We didn’t bring anything with us besides our goat.”
“I don’t imagine the rest of your group would be very happy if she lost the goat gambling, would they? Let’s hope she didn’t wager anything absurd, but if it comes down to not being able to afford it, then I suppose I could step in and intervene.” He said as he looked from Aea to the goat and back to Vangelis. He sincerely hoped she had not bet anything outrageous.
“Those all seem like very good reasons, but why do the feathers for one arrow need to all be from the same wing? That seems like a strange thing to be concerned about when making an arrow. Not that I have any idea how to make one or a reason to object to the practice. That one detail just seems a bit strange from where I am standing.”
Being able to explain a passion of hers was a rather nice treat for Kaia, “if the feathers are from different wings, then the arrows don’t fly straight.” She paused as she tried to think of how best to explain without having an arrow with her to demonstrate.
“The feather barbs need to follow the same direction for the arrow to fly straight, or at least to avoid flying erratically,” Kaia added. When she was younger and far more impatient, she’d not bothered to use feathers from the same wing. After all the effort of putting her new set of arrows together, she’d been horrified to find that they were dreadful. Agolois took that moment to show her why it was so important to do the task properly. Kaia had been very particular ever since.
“How do you think I made such a reputation? One has to improve every time they do something, or there is no point to continuing. Whether in combat or in bed, my goal is to always improve, perhaps someday I will be the best the world has ever known at both love and war, wouldn’t that be something?”
“One can hope,” Kaia teased, though she could relate to wanting to not only improve, but be renowned for her skills. She craved the respect that most men seemed to take so easily. She was a woman, but she was not a lesser person. She had never seen a man use a bow with his private parts, so she couldn’t see what difference it should make that she didn’t have the same parts. She had a keen eye, strong shoulders, a killer’s instinct and a steady arm. None of those attributes were specifically male or female.
Kaia glanced down at her empty cup longingly to pull her away from her thoughts. She’d rather like a refill, but she dared not leave the side of the ring, else she might miss Aea’s delicious victory. She would wait until after Aea won, then she would be sure to drink her fill of the wine before it ran out.
Speaking about her mother was somewhat surreal for Kaia. She had loved her mother, but at the same time resented her for bestowing Kaia with her appearance. Agolois always spoke fondly of how Kaia looked just like Callie, but Kaia wished it were not true. She knew she had golden hair like Callie and blue eyes, but beyond that Kaia most just had to believe it to be true. Kaia remembered Callie to be beautiful, besides the sadness in her eyes. Even as she withered away with illness, she still held a level of grace that Kaia would not have thought possible of someone in such a frail state.
Kaia was not like Callie though. She may look like her late mother, but Kaia was adamant that she was more like Agolois. She didn’t need rescuing, because she could look after herself. She learned from her father and uncles and worked well with her cousin. Kaia just wanted to be seen as such, but instead, the comments of endearment given to her by her father was always about how she was beautiful like her mother.
“I’m sorry that you never learned more from your mother, but I am certain she must have been an exceptional woman to have produced you. I was 8 when my mother was killed, I haven’t been back to where I was born since then. My father couldn’t stand to be in that place any more. We buried her and moved to Colchis.”
As Alexandros spoke of his own mother’s passing, Kaia’s expression softened. “There was not much difference in our age when we lost our mothers,” Kaia observed. She had been ten when Callie died. It had been eight years, but seemed so long ago, like the part of her life with Callie in it was detached from the life Kaia was currently living.
Alexdros’ hand moving to touch a scar on his chest caught Kaia’s gaze. She wondered what must have happened, but was not so drunk as to ask such a painful question.
“But that’s not a story for such a joyous occasion, is it? We need something lighter to talk about, does anything come to mind?”
Kaia gave him a warm smile and nodded, before her eyes drifted back to the ring momentarily. “I rather feel like watching a fight, what about you?” Kaia suggested playfully, her stormy blue eyes flicking back to her handsome companion.
“I don’t imagine the rest of your group would be very happy if she lost the goat gambling, would they? Let’s hope she didn’t wager anything absurd, but if it comes down to not being able to afford it, then I suppose I could step in and intervene.”
Kaia’s brows rose in true surprise. “You would really do that?” Kaia clarified. She would not have expected anyone to be willing to pay a losing wager in their place. She wondered if that was a symptom of being well paid. Through all their teasing, Kaia could glean that Alexandros was not struggling with money. Even so, Kaia could not imagine being so wealthy that generosity came so easily. The memory of true hunger from not eating for nearly three days would make it difficult to part with any form of wealth voluntarily, Kaia was sure.
As Alexandros wrapped his arm around her and drew her closer, Kaia couldn't help but let a small smile tug at the corner of her lips. Alexandros' body was distractingly warm and firm. She couldn't help but wonder how much she would enjoy exploring him further later on.
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“Those all seem like very good reasons, but why do the feathers for one arrow need to all be from the same wing? That seems like a strange thing to be concerned about when making an arrow. Not that I have any idea how to make one or a reason to object to the practice. That one detail just seems a bit strange from where I am standing.”
Being able to explain a passion of hers was a rather nice treat for Kaia, “if the feathers are from different wings, then the arrows don’t fly straight.” She paused as she tried to think of how best to explain without having an arrow with her to demonstrate.
“The feather barbs need to follow the same direction for the arrow to fly straight, or at least to avoid flying erratically,” Kaia added. When she was younger and far more impatient, she’d not bothered to use feathers from the same wing. After all the effort of putting her new set of arrows together, she’d been horrified to find that they were dreadful. Agolois took that moment to show her why it was so important to do the task properly. Kaia had been very particular ever since.
“How do you think I made such a reputation? One has to improve every time they do something, or there is no point to continuing. Whether in combat or in bed, my goal is to always improve, perhaps someday I will be the best the world has ever known at both love and war, wouldn’t that be something?”
“One can hope,” Kaia teased, though she could relate to wanting to not only improve, but be renowned for her skills. She craved the respect that most men seemed to take so easily. She was a woman, but she was not a lesser person. She had never seen a man use a bow with his private parts, so she couldn’t see what difference it should make that she didn’t have the same parts. She had a keen eye, strong shoulders, a killer’s instinct and a steady arm. None of those attributes were specifically male or female.
Kaia glanced down at her empty cup longingly to pull her away from her thoughts. She’d rather like a refill, but she dared not leave the side of the ring, else she might miss Aea’s delicious victory. She would wait until after Aea won, then she would be sure to drink her fill of the wine before it ran out.
Speaking about her mother was somewhat surreal for Kaia. She had loved her mother, but at the same time resented her for bestowing Kaia with her appearance. Agolois always spoke fondly of how Kaia looked just like Callie, but Kaia wished it were not true. She knew she had golden hair like Callie and blue eyes, but beyond that Kaia most just had to believe it to be true. Kaia remembered Callie to be beautiful, besides the sadness in her eyes. Even as she withered away with illness, she still held a level of grace that Kaia would not have thought possible of someone in such a frail state.
Kaia was not like Callie though. She may look like her late mother, but Kaia was adamant that she was more like Agolois. She didn’t need rescuing, because she could look after herself. She learned from her father and uncles and worked well with her cousin. Kaia just wanted to be seen as such, but instead, the comments of endearment given to her by her father was always about how she was beautiful like her mother.
“I’m sorry that you never learned more from your mother, but I am certain she must have been an exceptional woman to have produced you. I was 8 when my mother was killed, I haven’t been back to where I was born since then. My father couldn’t stand to be in that place any more. We buried her and moved to Colchis.”
As Alexandros spoke of his own mother’s passing, Kaia’s expression softened. “There was not much difference in our age when we lost our mothers,” Kaia observed. She had been ten when Callie died. It had been eight years, but seemed so long ago, like the part of her life with Callie in it was detached from the life Kaia was currently living.
Alexdros’ hand moving to touch a scar on his chest caught Kaia’s gaze. She wondered what must have happened, but was not so drunk as to ask such a painful question.
“But that’s not a story for such a joyous occasion, is it? We need something lighter to talk about, does anything come to mind?”
Kaia gave him a warm smile and nodded, before her eyes drifted back to the ring momentarily. “I rather feel like watching a fight, what about you?” Kaia suggested playfully, her stormy blue eyes flicking back to her handsome companion.
“I don’t imagine the rest of your group would be very happy if she lost the goat gambling, would they? Let’s hope she didn’t wager anything absurd, but if it comes down to not being able to afford it, then I suppose I could step in and intervene.”
Kaia’s brows rose in true surprise. “You would really do that?” Kaia clarified. She would not have expected anyone to be willing to pay a losing wager in their place. She wondered if that was a symptom of being well paid. Through all their teasing, Kaia could glean that Alexandros was not struggling with money. Even so, Kaia could not imagine being so wealthy that generosity came so easily. The memory of true hunger from not eating for nearly three days would make it difficult to part with any form of wealth voluntarily, Kaia was sure.
As Alexandros wrapped his arm around her and drew her closer, Kaia couldn't help but let a small smile tug at the corner of her lips. Alexandros' body was distractingly warm and firm. She couldn't help but wonder how much she would enjoy exploring him further later on.
“Those all seem like very good reasons, but why do the feathers for one arrow need to all be from the same wing? That seems like a strange thing to be concerned about when making an arrow. Not that I have any idea how to make one or a reason to object to the practice. That one detail just seems a bit strange from where I am standing.”
Being able to explain a passion of hers was a rather nice treat for Kaia, “if the feathers are from different wings, then the arrows don’t fly straight.” She paused as she tried to think of how best to explain without having an arrow with her to demonstrate.
“The feather barbs need to follow the same direction for the arrow to fly straight, or at least to avoid flying erratically,” Kaia added. When she was younger and far more impatient, she’d not bothered to use feathers from the same wing. After all the effort of putting her new set of arrows together, she’d been horrified to find that they were dreadful. Agolois took that moment to show her why it was so important to do the task properly. Kaia had been very particular ever since.
“How do you think I made such a reputation? One has to improve every time they do something, or there is no point to continuing. Whether in combat or in bed, my goal is to always improve, perhaps someday I will be the best the world has ever known at both love and war, wouldn’t that be something?”
“One can hope,” Kaia teased, though she could relate to wanting to not only improve, but be renowned for her skills. She craved the respect that most men seemed to take so easily. She was a woman, but she was not a lesser person. She had never seen a man use a bow with his private parts, so she couldn’t see what difference it should make that she didn’t have the same parts. She had a keen eye, strong shoulders, a killer’s instinct and a steady arm. None of those attributes were specifically male or female.
Kaia glanced down at her empty cup longingly to pull her away from her thoughts. She’d rather like a refill, but she dared not leave the side of the ring, else she might miss Aea’s delicious victory. She would wait until after Aea won, then she would be sure to drink her fill of the wine before it ran out.
Speaking about her mother was somewhat surreal for Kaia. She had loved her mother, but at the same time resented her for bestowing Kaia with her appearance. Agolois always spoke fondly of how Kaia looked just like Callie, but Kaia wished it were not true. She knew she had golden hair like Callie and blue eyes, but beyond that Kaia most just had to believe it to be true. Kaia remembered Callie to be beautiful, besides the sadness in her eyes. Even as she withered away with illness, she still held a level of grace that Kaia would not have thought possible of someone in such a frail state.
Kaia was not like Callie though. She may look like her late mother, but Kaia was adamant that she was more like Agolois. She didn’t need rescuing, because she could look after herself. She learned from her father and uncles and worked well with her cousin. Kaia just wanted to be seen as such, but instead, the comments of endearment given to her by her father was always about how she was beautiful like her mother.
“I’m sorry that you never learned more from your mother, but I am certain she must have been an exceptional woman to have produced you. I was 8 when my mother was killed, I haven’t been back to where I was born since then. My father couldn’t stand to be in that place any more. We buried her and moved to Colchis.”
As Alexandros spoke of his own mother’s passing, Kaia’s expression softened. “There was not much difference in our age when we lost our mothers,” Kaia observed. She had been ten when Callie died. It had been eight years, but seemed so long ago, like the part of her life with Callie in it was detached from the life Kaia was currently living.
Alexdros’ hand moving to touch a scar on his chest caught Kaia’s gaze. She wondered what must have happened, but was not so drunk as to ask such a painful question.
“But that’s not a story for such a joyous occasion, is it? We need something lighter to talk about, does anything come to mind?”
Kaia gave him a warm smile and nodded, before her eyes drifted back to the ring momentarily. “I rather feel like watching a fight, what about you?” Kaia suggested playfully, her stormy blue eyes flicking back to her handsome companion.
“I don’t imagine the rest of your group would be very happy if she lost the goat gambling, would they? Let’s hope she didn’t wager anything absurd, but if it comes down to not being able to afford it, then I suppose I could step in and intervene.”
Kaia’s brows rose in true surprise. “You would really do that?” Kaia clarified. She would not have expected anyone to be willing to pay a losing wager in their place. She wondered if that was a symptom of being well paid. Through all their teasing, Kaia could glean that Alexandros was not struggling with money. Even so, Kaia could not imagine being so wealthy that generosity came so easily. The memory of true hunger from not eating for nearly three days would make it difficult to part with any form of wealth voluntarily, Kaia was sure.
As Alexandros wrapped his arm around her and drew her closer, Kaia couldn't help but let a small smile tug at the corner of her lips. Alexandros' body was distractingly warm and firm. She couldn't help but wonder how much she would enjoy exploring him further later on.
