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I will admit, I had to chuckle at the misfortune of yourself and your poor trainees. I do hope they improve! Have they improved at all since last you wrote? I must admit, though, that the prospect of you teaching Rene and I to fight is rather an entertaining one. I attended a festival in Colchis a little while back, and I came upon a ring of fighters, some of whom were women. I was accompanied, so could not stay long to watch them, for my companion was in search of wine. However, there was one of particular skill who stood out to me. From so far away I could not make out her features, but she was most definitely of my gender. It intrigued me to see a woman fight so well.
I may not have mentioned this to you, but my own handmaiden Evanthe is well trained in the art of self-defense. She equips herself with daggers lest we find ourselves under attack and is most proficient in the art of hand-to-hand combat. She says it is necessary that at least one in our group be able to defend us, lest we come upon a thief or some other dishonourable person. I have always admired her bravery. I myself know little of combat and knives, but I may have mentioned my skill in archery to you. Many have praised my skill with a bow, though I am nothing compared to Lord Mihail of Thanassi. I have never known him to miss a target, though he is fastidious in his practise, devoting much of his life to the craft. I myself have not the time for such practise, for I must divide it most carefully. Though I dearly wish I had more time to practice my skill, I place my people above all else.
Elani is now able to write almost all of the Koptic alphabet! She is thrilled, and I have promised her that I shall send out prayers to Athena in her name on the day upon which she can write the entire alphabet, so that she might gain more of the Goddess's wisdom. Elani is a sweet child, entirely devoted to the Goddess of wisdom.
It gladdens my heart to hear that you had not doubted my words. And fear not, my friend, I shall always find time for you. You were right to judge me so upon our first interaction -- I am far more inclined to be captivated by a brilliant mind than a charming smile, as you rightfully stated. It is indeed a shame that most suffer in loveless unions, but I sincerely hope a day will come when this is not the case. It is my particular wish that our dear Rene might find a partner who adores her, for she is of a romantic nature, and if anyone deserves true happiness it is our sweet artisan. Youngest of her family, I do not think they will object if she marries for love rather than status, for they are unique in their beliefs and have always prized the happiness of their children over monetary or political gain. In this, I shall confess I envy her somewhat, though I bear no ill will towards her, for surely only a demon could think ill of such an angel?
I wish you the greatest success on campagne, and hope that all will go well for your new recruits. Should word come that you are indeed called away, I will pray to Ares for you and your men. You are right, things are much quieter here, but news travels fast. Whispers carry on the wind and sometimes I wish they would not. In Taengea, the walls have ears, the doors have eyes. Not literally, of course, but one always feels observed, and news spreads through the court like a wildfire. At least that means I will hear any news of a campaign though and know to pray for your safety.
Oh dear! Perhaps I should have been less interesting! I do pity any woman who tries to marry you, for they must now attempt to hold an intelligent conversation while trying not to swoon. I fear, my dear, that you will be sorely disappointed. Most women are taught to swoon when they are six. I have the utmost confidence that you will eventually find one who can appreciate both your dazzling smile and your wondrous mind, however. They will take your hand, kiss it lightly and proclaim you a hero, and rightfully so. All this and more I wish for you. In the meantime, I wish you safety, joy, and wine that tastes better than vinegar.
With deepest affection, Your dear friend Ophelia
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My dearest Captain and Friend,
Well! It seems you certainly have been busy!
I will admit, I had to chuckle at the misfortune of yourself and your poor trainees. I do hope they improve! Have they improved at all since last you wrote? I must admit, though, that the prospect of you teaching Rene and I to fight is rather an entertaining one. I attended a festival in Colchis a little while back, and I came upon a ring of fighters, some of whom were women. I was accompanied, so could not stay long to watch them, for my companion was in search of wine. However, there was one of particular skill who stood out to me. From so far away I could not make out her features, but she was most definitely of my gender. It intrigued me to see a woman fight so well.
I may not have mentioned this to you, but my own handmaiden Evanthe is well trained in the art of self-defense. She equips herself with daggers lest we find ourselves under attack and is most proficient in the art of hand-to-hand combat. She says it is necessary that at least one in our group be able to defend us, lest we come upon a thief or some other dishonourable person. I have always admired her bravery. I myself know little of combat and knives, but I may have mentioned my skill in archery to you. Many have praised my skill with a bow, though I am nothing compared to Lord Mihail of Thanassi. I have never known him to miss a target, though he is fastidious in his practise, devoting much of his life to the craft. I myself have not the time for such practise, for I must divide it most carefully. Though I dearly wish I had more time to practice my skill, I place my people above all else.
Elani is now able to write almost all of the Koptic alphabet! She is thrilled, and I have promised her that I shall send out prayers to Athena in her name on the day upon which she can write the entire alphabet, so that she might gain more of the Goddess's wisdom. Elani is a sweet child, entirely devoted to the Goddess of wisdom.
It gladdens my heart to hear that you had not doubted my words. And fear not, my friend, I shall always find time for you. You were right to judge me so upon our first interaction -- I am far more inclined to be captivated by a brilliant mind than a charming smile, as you rightfully stated. It is indeed a shame that most suffer in loveless unions, but I sincerely hope a day will come when this is not the case. It is my particular wish that our dear Rene might find a partner who adores her, for she is of a romantic nature, and if anyone deserves true happiness it is our sweet artisan. Youngest of her family, I do not think they will object if she marries for love rather than status, for they are unique in their beliefs and have always prized the happiness of their children over monetary or political gain. In this, I shall confess I envy her somewhat, though I bear no ill will towards her, for surely only a demon could think ill of such an angel?
I wish you the greatest success on campagne, and hope that all will go well for your new recruits. Should word come that you are indeed called away, I will pray to Ares for you and your men. You are right, things are much quieter here, but news travels fast. Whispers carry on the wind and sometimes I wish they would not. In Taengea, the walls have ears, the doors have eyes. Not literally, of course, but one always feels observed, and news spreads through the court like a wildfire. At least that means I will hear any news of a campaign though and know to pray for your safety.
Oh dear! Perhaps I should have been less interesting! I do pity any woman who tries to marry you, for they must now attempt to hold an intelligent conversation while trying not to swoon. I fear, my dear, that you will be sorely disappointed. Most women are taught to swoon when they are six. I have the utmost confidence that you will eventually find one who can appreciate both your dazzling smile and your wondrous mind, however. They will take your hand, kiss it lightly and proclaim you a hero, and rightfully so. All this and more I wish for you. In the meantime, I wish you safety, joy, and wine that tastes better than vinegar.
With deepest affection, Your dear friend Ophelia
My dearest Captain and Friend,
Well! It seems you certainly have been busy!
I will admit, I had to chuckle at the misfortune of yourself and your poor trainees. I do hope they improve! Have they improved at all since last you wrote? I must admit, though, that the prospect of you teaching Rene and I to fight is rather an entertaining one. I attended a festival in Colchis a little while back, and I came upon a ring of fighters, some of whom were women. I was accompanied, so could not stay long to watch them, for my companion was in search of wine. However, there was one of particular skill who stood out to me. From so far away I could not make out her features, but she was most definitely of my gender. It intrigued me to see a woman fight so well.
I may not have mentioned this to you, but my own handmaiden Evanthe is well trained in the art of self-defense. She equips herself with daggers lest we find ourselves under attack and is most proficient in the art of hand-to-hand combat. She says it is necessary that at least one in our group be able to defend us, lest we come upon a thief or some other dishonourable person. I have always admired her bravery. I myself know little of combat and knives, but I may have mentioned my skill in archery to you. Many have praised my skill with a bow, though I am nothing compared to Lord Mihail of Thanassi. I have never known him to miss a target, though he is fastidious in his practise, devoting much of his life to the craft. I myself have not the time for such practise, for I must divide it most carefully. Though I dearly wish I had more time to practice my skill, I place my people above all else.
Elani is now able to write almost all of the Koptic alphabet! She is thrilled, and I have promised her that I shall send out prayers to Athena in her name on the day upon which she can write the entire alphabet, so that she might gain more of the Goddess's wisdom. Elani is a sweet child, entirely devoted to the Goddess of wisdom.
It gladdens my heart to hear that you had not doubted my words. And fear not, my friend, I shall always find time for you. You were right to judge me so upon our first interaction -- I am far more inclined to be captivated by a brilliant mind than a charming smile, as you rightfully stated. It is indeed a shame that most suffer in loveless unions, but I sincerely hope a day will come when this is not the case. It is my particular wish that our dear Rene might find a partner who adores her, for she is of a romantic nature, and if anyone deserves true happiness it is our sweet artisan. Youngest of her family, I do not think they will object if she marries for love rather than status, for they are unique in their beliefs and have always prized the happiness of their children over monetary or political gain. In this, I shall confess I envy her somewhat, though I bear no ill will towards her, for surely only a demon could think ill of such an angel?
I wish you the greatest success on campagne, and hope that all will go well for your new recruits. Should word come that you are indeed called away, I will pray to Ares for you and your men. You are right, things are much quieter here, but news travels fast. Whispers carry on the wind and sometimes I wish they would not. In Taengea, the walls have ears, the doors have eyes. Not literally, of course, but one always feels observed, and news spreads through the court like a wildfire. At least that means I will hear any news of a campaign though and know to pray for your safety.
Oh dear! Perhaps I should have been less interesting! I do pity any woman who tries to marry you, for they must now attempt to hold an intelligent conversation while trying not to swoon. I fear, my dear, that you will be sorely disappointed. Most women are taught to swoon when they are six. I have the utmost confidence that you will eventually find one who can appreciate both your dazzling smile and your wondrous mind, however. They will take your hand, kiss it lightly and proclaim you a hero, and rightfully so. All this and more I wish for you. In the meantime, I wish you safety, joy, and wine that tastes better than vinegar.
