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The Festival of Peace was not quite Mihail’s scene. Of course, this was not exactly a surprise, for he was far from the sort who anybody would label ‘peaceful’, but it was more than that. There were just far too many people around, all acting unduly friendly and pretending to be so loyal to the rest of the royal families of Greece. Besides, they had attempted to force him to place his precious bow and his extensive collection of daggers outside, and that in itself was unforgivable. No, the event was quite awful, and he had chosen to make no effort to interact other than his original brief appearance that was intended solely to allow a Thanasi presence as propriety required (as though he did not have better things to do with his time), sticking otherwise close to the two whom he considered his closest companions and taking advantage of the opportunity to make cruel judgements on all those who had the misfortune to pass by the trio.
Fortunately, it was only a single day of suffering as such. There was always the upcoming discomfort of having to attend some grand dinner (Mihail had investigated the invitation and yet not opted to pay it much heed just yet), but, for now, he had little to worry about and could dedicate himself to all his favoured hedonistic activities. He had fancied a hunt, and he had made a lifelong habit of almost always giving into those little whims of his, so there was no reason not to do it. Unfortunately, competent though he might have been with his weapons of choice, he had never been afforded the opportunity to hunt alone, for there was always something or other that could go wrong, and the youngest Thanasi did not ever seem to find himself the recipient of much trust from the rest of his family: one of those few curses of being the last-born child, he found. Thus, he was made to hunt with one Alexandros of Iraklidis, which was equally calculated as some Thanasi show of goodwill in this time of desired peace and friendliness.
As the festival had taken place in Illytia, so would the hunt, which was not the ideal location, but not precisely one that could be greatly faulted. It was more often than not those underappreciated places that housed the most fruitful adventures and unknown wonder was rather the kind of thing to which Mihail typically found he could relate. He had brought out his fine steed — not that he was an expert in horses, but he knew the mare had come from Taengea and he knew they bred the best of the beasts — and selected the new crossbow he had taken to using during most of his morning practices, thinking that familiarity would aid his skill. His outfit had been chosen in his preferred crimson shades, neatly embroidered but not so elaborate that the hunt could damage it, Deinos had been surveyed carefully to ensure everything was as it should be with the mare, then the Thanasi had opted to wait patiently for the arrival of his temporary militant companion. He was particularly good at waiting, he found.
When the man did arrive, Mihail supposed he was pleasantly surprised. He had a traditional penchant for older men with greying hair and overstuffed treasuries, but he had never minded the visual treat provided by a younger individual who showed signs of a past fighting spirit. If this was the man to accompany him, then he could find no fault in the slightest. Easiness on the eyes could often outdo countless other perceived faults.
“Alexandros?” he queried in his lightest tone, lips curved into a friendly smile and hand delicately outstretched, though for once his extensive collection of rings had been removed, an act chosen for the ease of the hunt. “Lord Mihail of Thanasi. I must say, I did not expect you to be so young or so...muscular, but I cannot pretend to be anything short of pleased.”
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The Festival of Peace was not quite Mihail’s scene. Of course, this was not exactly a surprise, for he was far from the sort who anybody would label ‘peaceful’, but it was more than that. There were just far too many people around, all acting unduly friendly and pretending to be so loyal to the rest of the royal families of Greece. Besides, they had attempted to force him to place his precious bow and his extensive collection of daggers outside, and that in itself was unforgivable. No, the event was quite awful, and he had chosen to make no effort to interact other than his original brief appearance that was intended solely to allow a Thanasi presence as propriety required (as though he did not have better things to do with his time), sticking otherwise close to the two whom he considered his closest companions and taking advantage of the opportunity to make cruel judgements on all those who had the misfortune to pass by the trio.
Fortunately, it was only a single day of suffering as such. There was always the upcoming discomfort of having to attend some grand dinner (Mihail had investigated the invitation and yet not opted to pay it much heed just yet), but, for now, he had little to worry about and could dedicate himself to all his favoured hedonistic activities. He had fancied a hunt, and he had made a lifelong habit of almost always giving into those little whims of his, so there was no reason not to do it. Unfortunately, competent though he might have been with his weapons of choice, he had never been afforded the opportunity to hunt alone, for there was always something or other that could go wrong, and the youngest Thanasi did not ever seem to find himself the recipient of much trust from the rest of his family: one of those few curses of being the last-born child, he found. Thus, he was made to hunt with one Alexandros of Iraklidis, which was equally calculated as some Thanasi show of goodwill in this time of desired peace and friendliness.
As the festival had taken place in Illytia, so would the hunt, which was not the ideal location, but not precisely one that could be greatly faulted. It was more often than not those underappreciated places that housed the most fruitful adventures and unknown wonder was rather the kind of thing to which Mihail typically found he could relate. He had brought out his fine steed — not that he was an expert in horses, but he knew the mare had come from Taengea and he knew they bred the best of the beasts — and selected the new crossbow he had taken to using during most of his morning practices, thinking that familiarity would aid his skill. His outfit had been chosen in his preferred crimson shades, neatly embroidered but not so elaborate that the hunt could damage it, Deinos had been surveyed carefully to ensure everything was as it should be with the mare, then the Thanasi had opted to wait patiently for the arrival of his temporary militant companion. He was particularly good at waiting, he found.
When the man did arrive, Mihail supposed he was pleasantly surprised. He had a traditional penchant for older men with greying hair and overstuffed treasuries, but he had never minded the visual treat provided by a younger individual who showed signs of a past fighting spirit. If this was the man to accompany him, then he could find no fault in the slightest. Easiness on the eyes could often outdo countless other perceived faults.
“Alexandros?” he queried in his lightest tone, lips curved into a friendly smile and hand delicately outstretched, though for once his extensive collection of rings had been removed, an act chosen for the ease of the hunt. “Lord Mihail of Thanasi. I must say, I did not expect you to be so young or so...muscular, but I cannot pretend to be anything short of pleased.”
The Festival of Peace was not quite Mihail’s scene. Of course, this was not exactly a surprise, for he was far from the sort who anybody would label ‘peaceful’, but it was more than that. There were just far too many people around, all acting unduly friendly and pretending to be so loyal to the rest of the royal families of Greece. Besides, they had attempted to force him to place his precious bow and his extensive collection of daggers outside, and that in itself was unforgivable. No, the event was quite awful, and he had chosen to make no effort to interact other than his original brief appearance that was intended solely to allow a Thanasi presence as propriety required (as though he did not have better things to do with his time), sticking otherwise close to the two whom he considered his closest companions and taking advantage of the opportunity to make cruel judgements on all those who had the misfortune to pass by the trio.
Fortunately, it was only a single day of suffering as such. There was always the upcoming discomfort of having to attend some grand dinner (Mihail had investigated the invitation and yet not opted to pay it much heed just yet), but, for now, he had little to worry about and could dedicate himself to all his favoured hedonistic activities. He had fancied a hunt, and he had made a lifelong habit of almost always giving into those little whims of his, so there was no reason not to do it. Unfortunately, competent though he might have been with his weapons of choice, he had never been afforded the opportunity to hunt alone, for there was always something or other that could go wrong, and the youngest Thanasi did not ever seem to find himself the recipient of much trust from the rest of his family: one of those few curses of being the last-born child, he found. Thus, he was made to hunt with one Alexandros of Iraklidis, which was equally calculated as some Thanasi show of goodwill in this time of desired peace and friendliness.
As the festival had taken place in Illytia, so would the hunt, which was not the ideal location, but not precisely one that could be greatly faulted. It was more often than not those underappreciated places that housed the most fruitful adventures and unknown wonder was rather the kind of thing to which Mihail typically found he could relate. He had brought out his fine steed — not that he was an expert in horses, but he knew the mare had come from Taengea and he knew they bred the best of the beasts — and selected the new crossbow he had taken to using during most of his morning practices, thinking that familiarity would aid his skill. His outfit had been chosen in his preferred crimson shades, neatly embroidered but not so elaborate that the hunt could damage it, Deinos had been surveyed carefully to ensure everything was as it should be with the mare, then the Thanasi had opted to wait patiently for the arrival of his temporary militant companion. He was particularly good at waiting, he found.
When the man did arrive, Mihail supposed he was pleasantly surprised. He had a traditional penchant for older men with greying hair and overstuffed treasuries, but he had never minded the visual treat provided by a younger individual who showed signs of a past fighting spirit. If this was the man to accompany him, then he could find no fault in the slightest. Easiness on the eyes could often outdo countless other perceived faults.
“Alexandros?” he queried in his lightest tone, lips curved into a friendly smile and hand delicately outstretched, though for once his extensive collection of rings had been removed, an act chosen for the ease of the hunt. “Lord Mihail of Thanasi. I must say, I did not expect you to be so young or so...muscular, but I cannot pretend to be anything short of pleased.”
The preparations for the Festival of Peace had been extensive, with no expenses spared and men called in from all across the Kingdom to ensure it ran smoothly. Alexandros and his company had done their part, and, while his men had left under the care of the Lieutenants, their commander had stayed behind. He had been invited to the upcoming dinner and could not turn down the opportunity to attend such a high class event. This meant that he needed something to do until the day of the dinner, which left him available as an escort to the youngest Thanasi. It was meant to be a gesture of good will to the Thanasi family from the Kotas family, more of the politics of the kingdom. The young officer was learning more and more of the intricacies by the day, but he was not yet entirely familiar with all of it. Regardless of the politics, he would do his job, which was to escort Mihail of Thanasi and assist him as needed during the hunt. A simple job, to be sure, but sometimes those went the most awry.
The morning of the hunt began with the young officer bathing and anointing himself with mint oils, then he looked over his rather meager wardrobe, trying to decide what worked best for a hunt, what was most practical, what looked presentable before the man he was to escort. After several minutes of deciphering, he came to the conclusion that his black Doric chiton and his red cloak were the best choices. He fastened his cloak with his golden broach displaying his rank, and then put on his swords. Along with them, he carried his spear and a dagger. With his clothes and his weapons sorted out for the day, he departed the guest house of the Kotas family that he was staying in after saying a quick goodbye to Leila. He saddled his horse, a pure black stallion of an Arabian breed and one of his most prized possessions, and rode the meeting ground that had been arranged for the hunt.
He was surprised to see that his charge for the day was waiting on him when he approached. I thought pampered lordlings were always late to things like this? No matter he does not seem to be in an ill temper. Oh? Has he seen something he likes then? I’ve seen eyes roaming like that countless times, but never from a royal lord. Does he have hunting of a different sort in mind for the day? I thought our prey were beasts. Though perhaps that wouldn’t be so bad either. He is quite pretty, for a man.
“Alexandros?” “Lord Mihail of Thanasi. I must say, I did not expect you to be so young or so...muscular, but I cannot pretend to be anything short of pleased.”
The young officer smiled in return, matching the warmth of his new companion. “I am Alexandros, yes. Captain Alexandros of Iraklidis. I am pleased to meet you, Lord Mihail. I must confess, I was expecting a boring day with a stuffy lordling, but it appears, much to my satisfaction, that today will be anything but. Your form is rather easy to gaze upon as well.” The blue eyed man smirked as he spoke. His voice was a warm baritone and the tone was pleasant. His eyes moved down to take in the strange weapon the Thanasi was carrying. “I consider myself rather well versed in arms and their use, but I have never seen such a weapon as the one you carry, would you be so kind as to enlighten me?”
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The preparations for the Festival of Peace had been extensive, with no expenses spared and men called in from all across the Kingdom to ensure it ran smoothly. Alexandros and his company had done their part, and, while his men had left under the care of the Lieutenants, their commander had stayed behind. He had been invited to the upcoming dinner and could not turn down the opportunity to attend such a high class event. This meant that he needed something to do until the day of the dinner, which left him available as an escort to the youngest Thanasi. It was meant to be a gesture of good will to the Thanasi family from the Kotas family, more of the politics of the kingdom. The young officer was learning more and more of the intricacies by the day, but he was not yet entirely familiar with all of it. Regardless of the politics, he would do his job, which was to escort Mihail of Thanasi and assist him as needed during the hunt. A simple job, to be sure, but sometimes those went the most awry.
The morning of the hunt began with the young officer bathing and anointing himself with mint oils, then he looked over his rather meager wardrobe, trying to decide what worked best for a hunt, what was most practical, what looked presentable before the man he was to escort. After several minutes of deciphering, he came to the conclusion that his black Doric chiton and his red cloak were the best choices. He fastened his cloak with his golden broach displaying his rank, and then put on his swords. Along with them, he carried his spear and a dagger. With his clothes and his weapons sorted out for the day, he departed the guest house of the Kotas family that he was staying in after saying a quick goodbye to Leila. He saddled his horse, a pure black stallion of an Arabian breed and one of his most prized possessions, and rode the meeting ground that had been arranged for the hunt.
He was surprised to see that his charge for the day was waiting on him when he approached. I thought pampered lordlings were always late to things like this? No matter he does not seem to be in an ill temper. Oh? Has he seen something he likes then? I’ve seen eyes roaming like that countless times, but never from a royal lord. Does he have hunting of a different sort in mind for the day? I thought our prey were beasts. Though perhaps that wouldn’t be so bad either. He is quite pretty, for a man.
“Alexandros?” “Lord Mihail of Thanasi. I must say, I did not expect you to be so young or so...muscular, but I cannot pretend to be anything short of pleased.”
The young officer smiled in return, matching the warmth of his new companion. “I am Alexandros, yes. Captain Alexandros of Iraklidis. I am pleased to meet you, Lord Mihail. I must confess, I was expecting a boring day with a stuffy lordling, but it appears, much to my satisfaction, that today will be anything but. Your form is rather easy to gaze upon as well.” The blue eyed man smirked as he spoke. His voice was a warm baritone and the tone was pleasant. His eyes moved down to take in the strange weapon the Thanasi was carrying. “I consider myself rather well versed in arms and their use, but I have never seen such a weapon as the one you carry, would you be so kind as to enlighten me?”
The preparations for the Festival of Peace had been extensive, with no expenses spared and men called in from all across the Kingdom to ensure it ran smoothly. Alexandros and his company had done their part, and, while his men had left under the care of the Lieutenants, their commander had stayed behind. He had been invited to the upcoming dinner and could not turn down the opportunity to attend such a high class event. This meant that he needed something to do until the day of the dinner, which left him available as an escort to the youngest Thanasi. It was meant to be a gesture of good will to the Thanasi family from the Kotas family, more of the politics of the kingdom. The young officer was learning more and more of the intricacies by the day, but he was not yet entirely familiar with all of it. Regardless of the politics, he would do his job, which was to escort Mihail of Thanasi and assist him as needed during the hunt. A simple job, to be sure, but sometimes those went the most awry.
The morning of the hunt began with the young officer bathing and anointing himself with mint oils, then he looked over his rather meager wardrobe, trying to decide what worked best for a hunt, what was most practical, what looked presentable before the man he was to escort. After several minutes of deciphering, he came to the conclusion that his black Doric chiton and his red cloak were the best choices. He fastened his cloak with his golden broach displaying his rank, and then put on his swords. Along with them, he carried his spear and a dagger. With his clothes and his weapons sorted out for the day, he departed the guest house of the Kotas family that he was staying in after saying a quick goodbye to Leila. He saddled his horse, a pure black stallion of an Arabian breed and one of his most prized possessions, and rode the meeting ground that had been arranged for the hunt.
He was surprised to see that his charge for the day was waiting on him when he approached. I thought pampered lordlings were always late to things like this? No matter he does not seem to be in an ill temper. Oh? Has he seen something he likes then? I’ve seen eyes roaming like that countless times, but never from a royal lord. Does he have hunting of a different sort in mind for the day? I thought our prey were beasts. Though perhaps that wouldn’t be so bad either. He is quite pretty, for a man.
“Alexandros?” “Lord Mihail of Thanasi. I must say, I did not expect you to be so young or so...muscular, but I cannot pretend to be anything short of pleased.”
The young officer smiled in return, matching the warmth of his new companion. “I am Alexandros, yes. Captain Alexandros of Iraklidis. I am pleased to meet you, Lord Mihail. I must confess, I was expecting a boring day with a stuffy lordling, but it appears, much to my satisfaction, that today will be anything but. Your form is rather easy to gaze upon as well.” The blue eyed man smirked as he spoke. His voice was a warm baritone and the tone was pleasant. His eyes moved down to take in the strange weapon the Thanasi was carrying. “I consider myself rather well versed in arms and their use, but I have never seen such a weapon as the one you carry, would you be so kind as to enlighten me?”
Mihail hated tardiness. It was an easy trait to develop when one had been raised with a certain impatience that arose from being consistently spoiled over the past eighteen years. He thought his time rather too valuable to waste, and gladly shunned anybody who dared act as though that was not the case. The opinions of very few were ones that truly mattered, after all, and almost all of those few were members of his direct family. Fortunately, Alexandros had not proved himself an immediate failure by appearing too late to their gathering (he was perfectly on time, if only appearing less so because Mihail had such a personal penchant for earliness), which was a relief when the dark-haired lord loathed the uselessness of small talk and wished to get on with most matters relatively speedily.
“‘Stuffy’ is a term better used to describe my father,” he responded easily, an eyebrow raised at the assumption that he would be anything but a thoroughly fascinating individual with which to spend one’s day. His family were not usually known for being without character, and none of the rumours that surrounded them made any attempt to perpetuate such a reputation. No, the Thanasi family were likely the least dull in all of Colchis, and Mihail thought himself to be no exception to that rule. If anything, he was twice as interesting as any of them, and certainly far more skilled when it came to hunting. “I prefer to be regarded as ‘enthralling’, although I suppose your compliment shall do as well.” He said this in place of an outright expression of gratitude, although the upwards tilt of his lips and the glint of amusement in his eyes made obvious that he found the suggestion of his looks perfectly pleasant.
The talk turned to the new crossbow in his arms, and he lifted it to show it off better, running a hand along its length with the goal of highlighting all its strange curves. It truly was a fine specimen, and he did so love the thought that it was entirely unique to his possession. “My crossbow — the only one in Colchis, you know. Dionysios brought it back from his travels for me from some foreign merchant or something and, although I do abhor the man, I cannot fault that it is both a wonderful gift and an excellent weapon.” He paused, mockingly aiming the weapon although it was not loaded as if to accentuate further just how excellent it was, his tone perhaps a little too excited for the situation, and certainly more so than was natural to him when he preferred impassivity above all else. “You should see how easily it splinters through bone. As if it were nothing!”
But the best way to show off just what his new toy could do would be to see it in action, and he was eager to begin the hunt. Waiting was dull and, he was quite certain, primarily an activity orientated towards the poor who could not afford to have things when they wanted. Mihail adjusted his crossbow back to its waiting position, spare hand reaching to pat Deinos on the side of the neck, tilting his head away from their meeting spot. “Are you ready to go? I really do not care for waiting, and I have been rather eager to get going. I have not been on a hunt in so long.” An exaggeration, perhaps, given that he tended to hunt reasonably often (archery was so much more fun when he had the opportunity to put it into practice), but there was no need for Alexandros to know that. “You may go ahead. I want to watch.”
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Mihail hated tardiness. It was an easy trait to develop when one had been raised with a certain impatience that arose from being consistently spoiled over the past eighteen years. He thought his time rather too valuable to waste, and gladly shunned anybody who dared act as though that was not the case. The opinions of very few were ones that truly mattered, after all, and almost all of those few were members of his direct family. Fortunately, Alexandros had not proved himself an immediate failure by appearing too late to their gathering (he was perfectly on time, if only appearing less so because Mihail had such a personal penchant for earliness), which was a relief when the dark-haired lord loathed the uselessness of small talk and wished to get on with most matters relatively speedily.
“‘Stuffy’ is a term better used to describe my father,” he responded easily, an eyebrow raised at the assumption that he would be anything but a thoroughly fascinating individual with which to spend one’s day. His family were not usually known for being without character, and none of the rumours that surrounded them made any attempt to perpetuate such a reputation. No, the Thanasi family were likely the least dull in all of Colchis, and Mihail thought himself to be no exception to that rule. If anything, he was twice as interesting as any of them, and certainly far more skilled when it came to hunting. “I prefer to be regarded as ‘enthralling’, although I suppose your compliment shall do as well.” He said this in place of an outright expression of gratitude, although the upwards tilt of his lips and the glint of amusement in his eyes made obvious that he found the suggestion of his looks perfectly pleasant.
The talk turned to the new crossbow in his arms, and he lifted it to show it off better, running a hand along its length with the goal of highlighting all its strange curves. It truly was a fine specimen, and he did so love the thought that it was entirely unique to his possession. “My crossbow — the only one in Colchis, you know. Dionysios brought it back from his travels for me from some foreign merchant or something and, although I do abhor the man, I cannot fault that it is both a wonderful gift and an excellent weapon.” He paused, mockingly aiming the weapon although it was not loaded as if to accentuate further just how excellent it was, his tone perhaps a little too excited for the situation, and certainly more so than was natural to him when he preferred impassivity above all else. “You should see how easily it splinters through bone. As if it were nothing!”
But the best way to show off just what his new toy could do would be to see it in action, and he was eager to begin the hunt. Waiting was dull and, he was quite certain, primarily an activity orientated towards the poor who could not afford to have things when they wanted. Mihail adjusted his crossbow back to its waiting position, spare hand reaching to pat Deinos on the side of the neck, tilting his head away from their meeting spot. “Are you ready to go? I really do not care for waiting, and I have been rather eager to get going. I have not been on a hunt in so long.” An exaggeration, perhaps, given that he tended to hunt reasonably often (archery was so much more fun when he had the opportunity to put it into practice), but there was no need for Alexandros to know that. “You may go ahead. I want to watch.”
Mihail hated tardiness. It was an easy trait to develop when one had been raised with a certain impatience that arose from being consistently spoiled over the past eighteen years. He thought his time rather too valuable to waste, and gladly shunned anybody who dared act as though that was not the case. The opinions of very few were ones that truly mattered, after all, and almost all of those few were members of his direct family. Fortunately, Alexandros had not proved himself an immediate failure by appearing too late to their gathering (he was perfectly on time, if only appearing less so because Mihail had such a personal penchant for earliness), which was a relief when the dark-haired lord loathed the uselessness of small talk and wished to get on with most matters relatively speedily.
“‘Stuffy’ is a term better used to describe my father,” he responded easily, an eyebrow raised at the assumption that he would be anything but a thoroughly fascinating individual with which to spend one’s day. His family were not usually known for being without character, and none of the rumours that surrounded them made any attempt to perpetuate such a reputation. No, the Thanasi family were likely the least dull in all of Colchis, and Mihail thought himself to be no exception to that rule. If anything, he was twice as interesting as any of them, and certainly far more skilled when it came to hunting. “I prefer to be regarded as ‘enthralling’, although I suppose your compliment shall do as well.” He said this in place of an outright expression of gratitude, although the upwards tilt of his lips and the glint of amusement in his eyes made obvious that he found the suggestion of his looks perfectly pleasant.
The talk turned to the new crossbow in his arms, and he lifted it to show it off better, running a hand along its length with the goal of highlighting all its strange curves. It truly was a fine specimen, and he did so love the thought that it was entirely unique to his possession. “My crossbow — the only one in Colchis, you know. Dionysios brought it back from his travels for me from some foreign merchant or something and, although I do abhor the man, I cannot fault that it is both a wonderful gift and an excellent weapon.” He paused, mockingly aiming the weapon although it was not loaded as if to accentuate further just how excellent it was, his tone perhaps a little too excited for the situation, and certainly more so than was natural to him when he preferred impassivity above all else. “You should see how easily it splinters through bone. As if it were nothing!”
But the best way to show off just what his new toy could do would be to see it in action, and he was eager to begin the hunt. Waiting was dull and, he was quite certain, primarily an activity orientated towards the poor who could not afford to have things when they wanted. Mihail adjusted his crossbow back to its waiting position, spare hand reaching to pat Deinos on the side of the neck, tilting his head away from their meeting spot. “Are you ready to go? I really do not care for waiting, and I have been rather eager to get going. I have not been on a hunt in so long.” An exaggeration, perhaps, given that he tended to hunt reasonably often (archery was so much more fun when he had the opportunity to put it into practice), but there was no need for Alexandros to know that. “You may go ahead. I want to watch.”
“‘Stuffy’ is a term better used to describe my father, I prefer to be regarded as ‘enthralling’, although I suppose your compliment shall do as well.”
Alexandros laughed as his charge for the day spoke. Well, he certainly seems to think highly of himself. We'll have to see if he can live up to all of it. He smiled as he began to respond. "I have not met many of the people in your family, only your older sister, Nethis. If your company is as enthralling as you believe it to be, then I should know by the end of the day, shouldn't I?" The young warrior teased the lord beside him. "I am glad that you found my compliment acceptable."
“My crossbow — the only one in Colchis, you know. Dionysios brought it back from his travels for me from some foreign merchant or something and, although I do abhor the man, I cannot fault that it is both a wonderful gift and an excellent weapon. You should see how easily it splinters through bone. As if it were nothing!”
The captain was certainly interested in the explanation of how the weapon came into the possession of the strange device. He is a bit too happy about how easily the thing shatters bone. It almost comes off as sadistic. Let's just hope it's some innocent excitement about his gift rather than real sadism. He has seemed so pleasant otherwise. He gave a nod and a smile before he responded. "It is certainly an impressive gift. It's rarity explains why I've never seen one like it. I am interested to see it's capability in the hand of an expert. The bow has never been a weapon that I've spent a lot of time training with, the blades have been my main focus for as long as I can remember, how long have you worked with the bow?"
“Are you ready to go? I really do not care for waiting, and I have been rather eager to get going. I have not been on a hunt in so long. You may go ahead. I want to watch.”
Alexandros turned his horse towards the woods before them. He gave Ruach a pat on the neck and urged him forward. "I'm ready if you are, Mihail. Although I am curious, what is it you are wanting to watch?" He asked over his shoulder as the horse carried him towards their destination. He certainly is eager to begin, not that I can blame him. Hunts are certainly more fun than the festivities. I'm glad to be back out with my weapons. "It has been some time since I was on a hunt as well. Not since I was fighting the barbarians in the north several months back."
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“‘Stuffy’ is a term better used to describe my father, I prefer to be regarded as ‘enthralling’, although I suppose your compliment shall do as well.”
Alexandros laughed as his charge for the day spoke. Well, he certainly seems to think highly of himself. We'll have to see if he can live up to all of it. He smiled as he began to respond. "I have not met many of the people in your family, only your older sister, Nethis. If your company is as enthralling as you believe it to be, then I should know by the end of the day, shouldn't I?" The young warrior teased the lord beside him. "I am glad that you found my compliment acceptable."
“My crossbow — the only one in Colchis, you know. Dionysios brought it back from his travels for me from some foreign merchant or something and, although I do abhor the man, I cannot fault that it is both a wonderful gift and an excellent weapon. You should see how easily it splinters through bone. As if it were nothing!”
The captain was certainly interested in the explanation of how the weapon came into the possession of the strange device. He is a bit too happy about how easily the thing shatters bone. It almost comes off as sadistic. Let's just hope it's some innocent excitement about his gift rather than real sadism. He has seemed so pleasant otherwise. He gave a nod and a smile before he responded. "It is certainly an impressive gift. It's rarity explains why I've never seen one like it. I am interested to see it's capability in the hand of an expert. The bow has never been a weapon that I've spent a lot of time training with, the blades have been my main focus for as long as I can remember, how long have you worked with the bow?"
“Are you ready to go? I really do not care for waiting, and I have been rather eager to get going. I have not been on a hunt in so long. You may go ahead. I want to watch.”
Alexandros turned his horse towards the woods before them. He gave Ruach a pat on the neck and urged him forward. "I'm ready if you are, Mihail. Although I am curious, what is it you are wanting to watch?" He asked over his shoulder as the horse carried him towards their destination. He certainly is eager to begin, not that I can blame him. Hunts are certainly more fun than the festivities. I'm glad to be back out with my weapons. "It has been some time since I was on a hunt as well. Not since I was fighting the barbarians in the north several months back."
“‘Stuffy’ is a term better used to describe my father, I prefer to be regarded as ‘enthralling’, although I suppose your compliment shall do as well.”
Alexandros laughed as his charge for the day spoke. Well, he certainly seems to think highly of himself. We'll have to see if he can live up to all of it. He smiled as he began to respond. "I have not met many of the people in your family, only your older sister, Nethis. If your company is as enthralling as you believe it to be, then I should know by the end of the day, shouldn't I?" The young warrior teased the lord beside him. "I am glad that you found my compliment acceptable."
“My crossbow — the only one in Colchis, you know. Dionysios brought it back from his travels for me from some foreign merchant or something and, although I do abhor the man, I cannot fault that it is both a wonderful gift and an excellent weapon. You should see how easily it splinters through bone. As if it were nothing!”
The captain was certainly interested in the explanation of how the weapon came into the possession of the strange device. He is a bit too happy about how easily the thing shatters bone. It almost comes off as sadistic. Let's just hope it's some innocent excitement about his gift rather than real sadism. He has seemed so pleasant otherwise. He gave a nod and a smile before he responded. "It is certainly an impressive gift. It's rarity explains why I've never seen one like it. I am interested to see it's capability in the hand of an expert. The bow has never been a weapon that I've spent a lot of time training with, the blades have been my main focus for as long as I can remember, how long have you worked with the bow?"
“Are you ready to go? I really do not care for waiting, and I have been rather eager to get going. I have not been on a hunt in so long. You may go ahead. I want to watch.”
Alexandros turned his horse towards the woods before them. He gave Ruach a pat on the neck and urged him forward. "I'm ready if you are, Mihail. Although I am curious, what is it you are wanting to watch?" He asked over his shoulder as the horse carried him towards their destination. He certainly is eager to begin, not that I can blame him. Hunts are certainly more fun than the festivities. I'm glad to be back out with my weapons. "It has been some time since I was on a hunt as well. Not since I was fighting the barbarians in the north several months back."
“You should know already,” Mihail replied matter-of-factly, though he fully believed this sentiment. First impressions were so very important, after all, and tended to last much longer than whatever secondary ideas were formed. If Alexandros had not already decided he was interesting, then it was unlikely he was going to change his mind anytime soon, although the fact that he had only met Nethis was reassuring. If he had been well-acquainted with either his brother or his father, then perhaps he would have come to expect something rather different from the Thanasi family — something less threatening, for certain — and he might well have found Mihail a strange specimen in comparison (although that tended to be the usual belief, not that the youngest minded when it lowered expectations so delightfully in his favour).
He lowered the crossbow as Alexandros began to talk about his use of blades, mildly interested because he did like knives rather more than was usual. Of course, Alexandros’s tastes likely fell outside of expensive decorative daggers and more in line with swords and other weapons, but there was still a sort of familiarity there. At the question of his own practice, he could not help but quirk his lips into a proud smirk, always enjoying any opportunity to brag about his prowess with a bow, if solely because people did not typically offer him the credit he deserved. “I have practiced my archery three hours daily for the past eighteen years with few exceptions.” Then, almost challengingly: “And your blades?”
Mihail indicated for Deinos to follow the other’s dark horse, now smiling more coyly though his expression was unseen. “You, of course. Or were you unaware of your own delightful frame? Not quite my usual type, but I can appreciate a good show.”
They moved easily for a while, conversation cutting through the quiet of the woods. “Oh, were you fighting?” the Thanasi questioned, tone obviously implying he meant this as a manner of continuing the story. “Gods, I sometimes wish I could—” he did not in the slightest “—but I really do not have the complexion for dirt nor war. Besides, I find such things far more suited to other people, and I do deal with my own share of utter barbarians almost everyday regardless.” Truly, people could be so difficult at the worst of times. “I have not been hunting in...a week or two at least, and I do hate not having the opportunity to practice on moving targets as often as I desire.”
The lord moved his mare closer to the other so that they were almost matched again, already drawing out his weapon once more as they neared more worthy territory for the hunt itself. “I do hope you are prepared for whatever occurs. I cannot imagine this is all too similar to organised exercises in war training or battle itself.”
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“You should know already,” Mihail replied matter-of-factly, though he fully believed this sentiment. First impressions were so very important, after all, and tended to last much longer than whatever secondary ideas were formed. If Alexandros had not already decided he was interesting, then it was unlikely he was going to change his mind anytime soon, although the fact that he had only met Nethis was reassuring. If he had been well-acquainted with either his brother or his father, then perhaps he would have come to expect something rather different from the Thanasi family — something less threatening, for certain — and he might well have found Mihail a strange specimen in comparison (although that tended to be the usual belief, not that the youngest minded when it lowered expectations so delightfully in his favour).
He lowered the crossbow as Alexandros began to talk about his use of blades, mildly interested because he did like knives rather more than was usual. Of course, Alexandros’s tastes likely fell outside of expensive decorative daggers and more in line with swords and other weapons, but there was still a sort of familiarity there. At the question of his own practice, he could not help but quirk his lips into a proud smirk, always enjoying any opportunity to brag about his prowess with a bow, if solely because people did not typically offer him the credit he deserved. “I have practiced my archery three hours daily for the past eighteen years with few exceptions.” Then, almost challengingly: “And your blades?”
Mihail indicated for Deinos to follow the other’s dark horse, now smiling more coyly though his expression was unseen. “You, of course. Or were you unaware of your own delightful frame? Not quite my usual type, but I can appreciate a good show.”
They moved easily for a while, conversation cutting through the quiet of the woods. “Oh, were you fighting?” the Thanasi questioned, tone obviously implying he meant this as a manner of continuing the story. “Gods, I sometimes wish I could—” he did not in the slightest “—but I really do not have the complexion for dirt nor war. Besides, I find such things far more suited to other people, and I do deal with my own share of utter barbarians almost everyday regardless.” Truly, people could be so difficult at the worst of times. “I have not been hunting in...a week or two at least, and I do hate not having the opportunity to practice on moving targets as often as I desire.”
The lord moved his mare closer to the other so that they were almost matched again, already drawing out his weapon once more as they neared more worthy territory for the hunt itself. “I do hope you are prepared for whatever occurs. I cannot imagine this is all too similar to organised exercises in war training or battle itself.”
“You should know already,” Mihail replied matter-of-factly, though he fully believed this sentiment. First impressions were so very important, after all, and tended to last much longer than whatever secondary ideas were formed. If Alexandros had not already decided he was interesting, then it was unlikely he was going to change his mind anytime soon, although the fact that he had only met Nethis was reassuring. If he had been well-acquainted with either his brother or his father, then perhaps he would have come to expect something rather different from the Thanasi family — something less threatening, for certain — and he might well have found Mihail a strange specimen in comparison (although that tended to be the usual belief, not that the youngest minded when it lowered expectations so delightfully in his favour).
He lowered the crossbow as Alexandros began to talk about his use of blades, mildly interested because he did like knives rather more than was usual. Of course, Alexandros’s tastes likely fell outside of expensive decorative daggers and more in line with swords and other weapons, but there was still a sort of familiarity there. At the question of his own practice, he could not help but quirk his lips into a proud smirk, always enjoying any opportunity to brag about his prowess with a bow, if solely because people did not typically offer him the credit he deserved. “I have practiced my archery three hours daily for the past eighteen years with few exceptions.” Then, almost challengingly: “And your blades?”
Mihail indicated for Deinos to follow the other’s dark horse, now smiling more coyly though his expression was unseen. “You, of course. Or were you unaware of your own delightful frame? Not quite my usual type, but I can appreciate a good show.”
They moved easily for a while, conversation cutting through the quiet of the woods. “Oh, were you fighting?” the Thanasi questioned, tone obviously implying he meant this as a manner of continuing the story. “Gods, I sometimes wish I could—” he did not in the slightest “—but I really do not have the complexion for dirt nor war. Besides, I find such things far more suited to other people, and I do deal with my own share of utter barbarians almost everyday regardless.” Truly, people could be so difficult at the worst of times. “I have not been hunting in...a week or two at least, and I do hate not having the opportunity to practice on moving targets as often as I desire.”
The lord moved his mare closer to the other so that they were almost matched again, already drawing out his weapon once more as they neared more worthy territory for the hunt itself. “I do hope you are prepared for whatever occurs. I cannot imagine this is all too similar to organised exercises in war training or battle itself.”
“I have practiced my archery three hours daily for the past eighteen years with few exceptions. And your blades?”
Alexandros thought for a few moments, trying to add up all of the time he had spent with his blades. “Hmm, let’s see, I began about 18 years ago as well, My practice has not always been as consistent as yours, I am afraid. When I was a child I practiced rather sparingly, an hour, perhaps two per day. Things changed about 3 years into my training, and I devoted myself more fully to it. I would spend five or six with the sword, another one or two with the spear. The numbers have dropped in the last eight years since I began to fight. I still strive to get at least three hours with my blades and one with my spear every day that I am not on campaign, but it is difficult to train when you are in the midst of battles.” He said with a smirk. He was proud of his prowess with the blades and the spear. His commitment to the training had shaped the man he had become.
“You, of course. Or were you unaware of your own delightful frame? Not quite my usual type, but I can appreciate a good show.”
The warrior laughed deeply, the sound rumbling from deep within him. “I’m afraid you’ll see precious little save my cloak and tunic if you ride behind. I do know well what my frame is like, and how to use it. I worked hard to chisel this form, you think I would waste it? While I may not have your reputation for fashion and finery, I do know how best to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh.” The brown haired man turned and gave his companion a playful smirk. “Do be careful though, I would hate for you to miss your quarry because you had eyes for something else.”
“Oh, were you fighting?”
In another context, the question might have been met with sarcasm, but the tone of the man suggested he was curious to hear more. Alexandros decided that he would give a bit of the story. “”Yes, I actually earned my promotion while away in the north. We had chased away a few small raiding parties and were tracking them, trying to find where they were basing these raids from. Unfortunately for us, it seems that they had expected us to try and track them. We were attacked suddenly, arrows falling in our midst as a force rushed into the side of our column. The fighting was fierce, but after nearly an hour they pulled back. We cleared the field of the bodies, finding our former captain amongst the dead. With the field cleared, the chieftain approached offering to fight one from our number. If he won, we were to return home, and if our champion won, his people would not raid again. Naturally I stepped forward to fight. It was a long and grueling affair, but, as you can see, I emerged victorious in the end.” He said with a smile, leaving out most of the gory details in order to give a short version of the tailor.
“Gods, I sometimes wish I could but I really do not have the complexion for dirt nor war. Besides, I find such things far more suited to other people, and I do deal with my own share of utter barbarians almost everyday regardless. I have not been hunting in...a week or two at least, and I do hate not having the opportunity to practice on moving targets as often as I desire.”
A quizzical look flashed across the face of the man leading their way. If he is concerned about his complexion and the dirt, then I am sure he knows nothing of battle or war and precious little of actual fighting. Deal with your own share of barbarians? Here? I doubt that very much to be the case. Perhaps this one is as pampered and haughty as I had first believed him to be. Moving targets? Is that all he believes this to be? What else does he just consider a target I wonder? It seems there is something dark in this snake as well. He turned and gave the man an understanding smile. “I’m certain you deal with struggles daily as anyone living does. It is a shame that your opportunities have been so limited of late.”
“I do hope you are prepared for whatever occurs. I cannot imagine this is all too similar to organised exercises in war training or battle itself.”
The duo were now side by side again, and blue eyes watched the man with the crossbow as he spoke. The captain smiled broadly and gave a laugh at his companion’s words. “I assure you that precious little is organized in battle, despite all the exercises and drills that we may do. I am prepared to keep us both alive no matter what we may come upon here, of that you can be certain.”
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“I have practiced my archery three hours daily for the past eighteen years with few exceptions. And your blades?”
Alexandros thought for a few moments, trying to add up all of the time he had spent with his blades. “Hmm, let’s see, I began about 18 years ago as well, My practice has not always been as consistent as yours, I am afraid. When I was a child I practiced rather sparingly, an hour, perhaps two per day. Things changed about 3 years into my training, and I devoted myself more fully to it. I would spend five or six with the sword, another one or two with the spear. The numbers have dropped in the last eight years since I began to fight. I still strive to get at least three hours with my blades and one with my spear every day that I am not on campaign, but it is difficult to train when you are in the midst of battles.” He said with a smirk. He was proud of his prowess with the blades and the spear. His commitment to the training had shaped the man he had become.
“You, of course. Or were you unaware of your own delightful frame? Not quite my usual type, but I can appreciate a good show.”
The warrior laughed deeply, the sound rumbling from deep within him. “I’m afraid you’ll see precious little save my cloak and tunic if you ride behind. I do know well what my frame is like, and how to use it. I worked hard to chisel this form, you think I would waste it? While I may not have your reputation for fashion and finery, I do know how best to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh.” The brown haired man turned and gave his companion a playful smirk. “Do be careful though, I would hate for you to miss your quarry because you had eyes for something else.”
“Oh, were you fighting?”
In another context, the question might have been met with sarcasm, but the tone of the man suggested he was curious to hear more. Alexandros decided that he would give a bit of the story. “”Yes, I actually earned my promotion while away in the north. We had chased away a few small raiding parties and were tracking them, trying to find where they were basing these raids from. Unfortunately for us, it seems that they had expected us to try and track them. We were attacked suddenly, arrows falling in our midst as a force rushed into the side of our column. The fighting was fierce, but after nearly an hour they pulled back. We cleared the field of the bodies, finding our former captain amongst the dead. With the field cleared, the chieftain approached offering to fight one from our number. If he won, we were to return home, and if our champion won, his people would not raid again. Naturally I stepped forward to fight. It was a long and grueling affair, but, as you can see, I emerged victorious in the end.” He said with a smile, leaving out most of the gory details in order to give a short version of the tailor.
“Gods, I sometimes wish I could but I really do not have the complexion for dirt nor war. Besides, I find such things far more suited to other people, and I do deal with my own share of utter barbarians almost everyday regardless. I have not been hunting in...a week or two at least, and I do hate not having the opportunity to practice on moving targets as often as I desire.”
A quizzical look flashed across the face of the man leading their way. If he is concerned about his complexion and the dirt, then I am sure he knows nothing of battle or war and precious little of actual fighting. Deal with your own share of barbarians? Here? I doubt that very much to be the case. Perhaps this one is as pampered and haughty as I had first believed him to be. Moving targets? Is that all he believes this to be? What else does he just consider a target I wonder? It seems there is something dark in this snake as well. He turned and gave the man an understanding smile. “I’m certain you deal with struggles daily as anyone living does. It is a shame that your opportunities have been so limited of late.”
“I do hope you are prepared for whatever occurs. I cannot imagine this is all too similar to organised exercises in war training or battle itself.”
The duo were now side by side again, and blue eyes watched the man with the crossbow as he spoke. The captain smiled broadly and gave a laugh at his companion’s words. “I assure you that precious little is organized in battle, despite all the exercises and drills that we may do. I am prepared to keep us both alive no matter what we may come upon here, of that you can be certain.”
“I have practiced my archery three hours daily for the past eighteen years with few exceptions. And your blades?”
Alexandros thought for a few moments, trying to add up all of the time he had spent with his blades. “Hmm, let’s see, I began about 18 years ago as well, My practice has not always been as consistent as yours, I am afraid. When I was a child I practiced rather sparingly, an hour, perhaps two per day. Things changed about 3 years into my training, and I devoted myself more fully to it. I would spend five or six with the sword, another one or two with the spear. The numbers have dropped in the last eight years since I began to fight. I still strive to get at least three hours with my blades and one with my spear every day that I am not on campaign, but it is difficult to train when you are in the midst of battles.” He said with a smirk. He was proud of his prowess with the blades and the spear. His commitment to the training had shaped the man he had become.
“You, of course. Or were you unaware of your own delightful frame? Not quite my usual type, but I can appreciate a good show.”
The warrior laughed deeply, the sound rumbling from deep within him. “I’m afraid you’ll see precious little save my cloak and tunic if you ride behind. I do know well what my frame is like, and how to use it. I worked hard to chisel this form, you think I would waste it? While I may not have your reputation for fashion and finery, I do know how best to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh.” The brown haired man turned and gave his companion a playful smirk. “Do be careful though, I would hate for you to miss your quarry because you had eyes for something else.”
“Oh, were you fighting?”
In another context, the question might have been met with sarcasm, but the tone of the man suggested he was curious to hear more. Alexandros decided that he would give a bit of the story. “”Yes, I actually earned my promotion while away in the north. We had chased away a few small raiding parties and were tracking them, trying to find where they were basing these raids from. Unfortunately for us, it seems that they had expected us to try and track them. We were attacked suddenly, arrows falling in our midst as a force rushed into the side of our column. The fighting was fierce, but after nearly an hour they pulled back. We cleared the field of the bodies, finding our former captain amongst the dead. With the field cleared, the chieftain approached offering to fight one from our number. If he won, we were to return home, and if our champion won, his people would not raid again. Naturally I stepped forward to fight. It was a long and grueling affair, but, as you can see, I emerged victorious in the end.” He said with a smile, leaving out most of the gory details in order to give a short version of the tailor.
“Gods, I sometimes wish I could but I really do not have the complexion for dirt nor war. Besides, I find such things far more suited to other people, and I do deal with my own share of utter barbarians almost everyday regardless. I have not been hunting in...a week or two at least, and I do hate not having the opportunity to practice on moving targets as often as I desire.”
A quizzical look flashed across the face of the man leading their way. If he is concerned about his complexion and the dirt, then I am sure he knows nothing of battle or war and precious little of actual fighting. Deal with your own share of barbarians? Here? I doubt that very much to be the case. Perhaps this one is as pampered and haughty as I had first believed him to be. Moving targets? Is that all he believes this to be? What else does he just consider a target I wonder? It seems there is something dark in this snake as well. He turned and gave the man an understanding smile. “I’m certain you deal with struggles daily as anyone living does. It is a shame that your opportunities have been so limited of late.”
“I do hope you are prepared for whatever occurs. I cannot imagine this is all too similar to organised exercises in war training or battle itself.”
The duo were now side by side again, and blue eyes watched the man with the crossbow as he spoke. The captain smiled broadly and gave a laugh at his companion’s words. “I assure you that precious little is organized in battle, despite all the exercises and drills that we may do. I am prepared to keep us both alive no matter what we may come upon here, of that you can be certain.”
