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It was obvious to her retainers that she was looking forward to the ride with the prince and princess. Most of her mornings were spent enjoying a slower pace, waking a little later, consuming a late breakfast before visiting the temples and heading out to the stables to care for her mare. Yesterday was spent with her sister, anxious for the return of the men who would be her family, friends she had known most of her life, and those who had only been included in her life in the last few weeks. As they returned, her mind was put at ease. And, for fear of interfering with the reunions that mattered, Selene had vanished and returned back to her home.
Now, with the raid finished, she could think about how she would be spending the late morning with the visiting Royal family. Within the safety of the Leventi property, there would be no chance of an outside intruder without the notification of the guards standing post outside And for her, it was a good chance that no one would bother them while they were out. It was not her island, of course, but there was plenty of room to run and explore together. And she was genuinely looking forward to it.
She had been up with the sun that morning, wanting to get an early start of her day. Her early waking meant that her servants were woken unexpectedly, and by the time they were in her room, she was already dressed in a simple green chiton and cloak, ready to leave for the city. A small basket in hand, she and her servants loaded up into the carriage. Instead of paying homage to the small shrine, she ventured into the city. Her first stop was to the temple of , where she offered up thanks for protecting the men in their rade and placed a whole pomegranate at the altar for him. She did the same for @aphrodite , this time including a few white roses she had picked from the gardens that morning. Her last stop was to . While it wasn’t a God that she was a patron to, there was a quiet appreciation for him, as he was the god of horses. The smoked fish left for him, with a quiet prayer of thanks for his efforts, was left before she found herself in the large private bathhouse reserved for the noble and royal woman.
Taking her time, she soaked up the hot water, keeping her hair dry for easier styling once back home. It was nice to be able to reflect on the morning, to center herself before the flurry of motion. And with her mother waking her early the day before, this short reprieve was comforting. But it didn’t last long before she was reminded by Jo that they had to return before it got too much later.
As soon as she was back home, she was quickly changed into a deep sapphire riding chiton. The waistline dropped lower than a normal gown, resting at her hips with a silver and leather chain to keep decency in place. The most striking feature of the cloth was the split skirts that created the dress. Instead of one solid piece of material, it was intricately decorated paneling, overlapping each other so that it would rest tastefully around her body. While some women enjoyed riding side saddle, Selene preferred the control she could maintain riding normally. It was more comfortable for her. And while Ophelia was most confident around other horses, they were still animals that could be unpredictable. Should her sweet mare get spooked, Selene wanted to be able to control her as quickly as possible.
Her hair was done in tight braids gathered around the base of her neck in a knot that, while giving the appearance of being loose, wouldn’t move with the riding. And instead of painting her face, as her mother would have preferred, she kept her looks natural. It felt far more practical, and she was fond of the freckles that would show through when not caked with the white powder.
Now that she was dressed, Jo disappeared back into the house for the kitchens. A basket with breads, meats and cheese would accompany them, should the group wish to stop and let the horses rest. Selene made her way out to the stables, where Ophelia waiting to be brushed and saddled. The mare stamped her feet, obviously impatient for his mistress’s attention. Selene giggled at the reaction, whispering to the beast as it laid its head on her shoulder. From there, she started her mintrations, carefully brushing out the painted horse. Most people were surprised by her choice, often picturing her atop a beast of white. But she had loved the coloring the moment she saw the little filly, and she had instantly picked her as her own.
Once the fine leather saddle was strapped down to her liking, bite in place, she led Ophelia out into the courtyard to wait for her companions.
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It was obvious to her retainers that she was looking forward to the ride with the prince and princess. Most of her mornings were spent enjoying a slower pace, waking a little later, consuming a late breakfast before visiting the temples and heading out to the stables to care for her mare. Yesterday was spent with her sister, anxious for the return of the men who would be her family, friends she had known most of her life, and those who had only been included in her life in the last few weeks. As they returned, her mind was put at ease. And, for fear of interfering with the reunions that mattered, Selene had vanished and returned back to her home.
Now, with the raid finished, she could think about how she would be spending the late morning with the visiting Royal family. Within the safety of the Leventi property, there would be no chance of an outside intruder without the notification of the guards standing post outside And for her, it was a good chance that no one would bother them while they were out. It was not her island, of course, but there was plenty of room to run and explore together. And she was genuinely looking forward to it.
She had been up with the sun that morning, wanting to get an early start of her day. Her early waking meant that her servants were woken unexpectedly, and by the time they were in her room, she was already dressed in a simple green chiton and cloak, ready to leave for the city. A small basket in hand, she and her servants loaded up into the carriage. Instead of paying homage to the small shrine, she ventured into the city. Her first stop was to the temple of , where she offered up thanks for protecting the men in their rade and placed a whole pomegranate at the altar for him. She did the same for @aphrodite , this time including a few white roses she had picked from the gardens that morning. Her last stop was to . While it wasn’t a God that she was a patron to, there was a quiet appreciation for him, as he was the god of horses. The smoked fish left for him, with a quiet prayer of thanks for his efforts, was left before she found herself in the large private bathhouse reserved for the noble and royal woman.
Taking her time, she soaked up the hot water, keeping her hair dry for easier styling once back home. It was nice to be able to reflect on the morning, to center herself before the flurry of motion. And with her mother waking her early the day before, this short reprieve was comforting. But it didn’t last long before she was reminded by Jo that they had to return before it got too much later.
As soon as she was back home, she was quickly changed into a deep sapphire riding chiton. The waistline dropped lower than a normal gown, resting at her hips with a silver and leather chain to keep decency in place. The most striking feature of the cloth was the split skirts that created the dress. Instead of one solid piece of material, it was intricately decorated paneling, overlapping each other so that it would rest tastefully around her body. While some women enjoyed riding side saddle, Selene preferred the control she could maintain riding normally. It was more comfortable for her. And while Ophelia was most confident around other horses, they were still animals that could be unpredictable. Should her sweet mare get spooked, Selene wanted to be able to control her as quickly as possible.
Her hair was done in tight braids gathered around the base of her neck in a knot that, while giving the appearance of being loose, wouldn’t move with the riding. And instead of painting her face, as her mother would have preferred, she kept her looks natural. It felt far more practical, and she was fond of the freckles that would show through when not caked with the white powder.
Now that she was dressed, Jo disappeared back into the house for the kitchens. A basket with breads, meats and cheese would accompany them, should the group wish to stop and let the horses rest. Selene made her way out to the stables, where Ophelia waiting to be brushed and saddled. The mare stamped her feet, obviously impatient for his mistress’s attention. Selene giggled at the reaction, whispering to the beast as it laid its head on her shoulder. From there, she started her mintrations, carefully brushing out the painted horse. Most people were surprised by her choice, often picturing her atop a beast of white. But she had loved the coloring the moment she saw the little filly, and she had instantly picked her as her own.
Once the fine leather saddle was strapped down to her liking, bite in place, she led Ophelia out into the courtyard to wait for her companions.
It was obvious to her retainers that she was looking forward to the ride with the prince and princess. Most of her mornings were spent enjoying a slower pace, waking a little later, consuming a late breakfast before visiting the temples and heading out to the stables to care for her mare. Yesterday was spent with her sister, anxious for the return of the men who would be her family, friends she had known most of her life, and those who had only been included in her life in the last few weeks. As they returned, her mind was put at ease. And, for fear of interfering with the reunions that mattered, Selene had vanished and returned back to her home.
Now, with the raid finished, she could think about how she would be spending the late morning with the visiting Royal family. Within the safety of the Leventi property, there would be no chance of an outside intruder without the notification of the guards standing post outside And for her, it was a good chance that no one would bother them while they were out. It was not her island, of course, but there was plenty of room to run and explore together. And she was genuinely looking forward to it.
She had been up with the sun that morning, wanting to get an early start of her day. Her early waking meant that her servants were woken unexpectedly, and by the time they were in her room, she was already dressed in a simple green chiton and cloak, ready to leave for the city. A small basket in hand, she and her servants loaded up into the carriage. Instead of paying homage to the small shrine, she ventured into the city. Her first stop was to the temple of , where she offered up thanks for protecting the men in their rade and placed a whole pomegranate at the altar for him. She did the same for @aphrodite , this time including a few white roses she had picked from the gardens that morning. Her last stop was to . While it wasn’t a God that she was a patron to, there was a quiet appreciation for him, as he was the god of horses. The smoked fish left for him, with a quiet prayer of thanks for his efforts, was left before she found herself in the large private bathhouse reserved for the noble and royal woman.
Taking her time, she soaked up the hot water, keeping her hair dry for easier styling once back home. It was nice to be able to reflect on the morning, to center herself before the flurry of motion. And with her mother waking her early the day before, this short reprieve was comforting. But it didn’t last long before she was reminded by Jo that they had to return before it got too much later.
As soon as she was back home, she was quickly changed into a deep sapphire riding chiton. The waistline dropped lower than a normal gown, resting at her hips with a silver and leather chain to keep decency in place. The most striking feature of the cloth was the split skirts that created the dress. Instead of one solid piece of material, it was intricately decorated paneling, overlapping each other so that it would rest tastefully around her body. While some women enjoyed riding side saddle, Selene preferred the control she could maintain riding normally. It was more comfortable for her. And while Ophelia was most confident around other horses, they were still animals that could be unpredictable. Should her sweet mare get spooked, Selene wanted to be able to control her as quickly as possible.
Her hair was done in tight braids gathered around the base of her neck in a knot that, while giving the appearance of being loose, wouldn’t move with the riding. And instead of painting her face, as her mother would have preferred, she kept her looks natural. It felt far more practical, and she was fond of the freckles that would show through when not caked with the white powder.
Now that she was dressed, Jo disappeared back into the house for the kitchens. A basket with breads, meats and cheese would accompany them, should the group wish to stop and let the horses rest. Selene made her way out to the stables, where Ophelia waiting to be brushed and saddled. The mare stamped her feet, obviously impatient for his mistress’s attention. Selene giggled at the reaction, whispering to the beast as it laid its head on her shoulder. From there, she started her mintrations, carefully brushing out the painted horse. Most people were surprised by her choice, often picturing her atop a beast of white. But she had loved the coloring the moment she saw the little filly, and she had instantly picked her as her own.
Once the fine leather saddle was strapped down to her liking, bite in place, she led Ophelia out into the courtyard to wait for her companions.
Vangelis had a new and improved opinion of his mother.
A man of action who, most of his days, led a battalion of men too frightened of him or too respectful of him to even dare to defy an order; who completed their tasks and responsibilities with perfect coordination and in time early enough to beat any deadline or allocated time period he gave them to do it in... Vangelis was not used to having to wait.
The morning had been systematic and normal to his way of life for its first hour or so. He had woken with the earliest of the birds when it was still dark - a habit formed from early morning drills with Nike over the years passed. He was a light sleeper at the best of times and only ever slumbered for a few hours at a time. Across the night he would have to wake, get up and walk around for a little and then go back to sleep. After years of sleeping on battlefields and in encampments where any fault or slip in patrols or vigilance could allow an ambush, uprising or night attack, Vangelis credited his shallow sleeping as one of the reasons he had remained alive for so long as a soldier. It also kept his men sharp, for at any moment Vangelis would be awake and wandering the camp even if he had already been abed. It meant that every guard and soldier maintained their position and watch with the kind of dedication that could only be generated by the fear that one would be caught failing their duty by their superior.
Despite sleeping in the old Order House - luxurious and comfortable as it was - the lessons of his sleep pattern had been far too ingrained into Vangelis body and brain for him to react any other way. And so, he was up at least a half hour before dawn and, pulling his riding pants on over bare skin and shoving his feet into his leather boots, Vangelis left his rooms bare-chested but armed. Around his waist were fixed multiple belts with sheaths and weapons galore, but he walked with a confidence and assurance that suggested the disruption to his centre of gravity was in no way unfamiliar to him.
The crown prince of Colchis had found his Commander Nike outside ready to spar, as if they were each psychic and had known the other would materialise before the sun did.
It was an hour later that the two of them called it quits and retired to the house, the sun now fully above the horizon and lightening the sheens of sweat across each of their exposed skins. Feeling energised from the workout and pleased that his arm was still looking good since its damage in the storm; not to mention the fact that he had overworked his body the day before climbing that damn mountain gorge, Vangelis had been in a suitably good mood upon returning the manor and seeking out a servant whom he could instruct.
With orders to prepare him a wash basin - not a whole bath, a basin would do - and to rouse the ladies of the house, Vangelis went back to his rooms in order to clean up.
A man of few ablutions beyond being clean and zero consideration for his appearance, Vangelis did little besides wash himself down with brisk gestures, dunk his head into the basin to scrub at his hair and then shaved. By the time his jaw was smooth, his hair was dry and he tugged at the locks for a moment, wondering if he should cut it again. Instead, he decided to tie the top section back from his face with a string of leather and worry about his appearance another time; as was his standard approach to such things.
Redressing in a new set of pants and a large black shirt that bagged in the arms and around the torso, Vangelis tucked garment into his waistline and ensured it allowed free movement. The shirt huge open and wide at the neck and was pulled tight to his forearms with bands of leather. On his hands he wore nothing but his normal affects - two rings and his brother's bracelet - and his necklace hung low on his chest, swinging as he moved and only occasionally hanging free from his shirt, remaining hidden beneath its folds most of the time.
His feet were fitted into his boots once more and he was ready. So simple, so timely. He was ready to leave twenty minutes since finishing his work out with Nike.
That had been an hour ago.
Now, Vangelis stood in the hallway of the Order House, which led to the outside. His, Asia and Imeeya's horses had all been tacked up and ready to go. Nike had been given the day off duty - Vangelis and the girls would be accompanied by some of his other guardsmen to allow her a day of peace after the raid yesterday and babysitting the girls the days before. All that remained now was to actually get to the Leventi estate.
Luckily, no time besides "morning" had been specified for the expedition and Vangelis' idea of "morning" was significantly earlier than most, so they were in no way late. What he was, however, was exasperated.
Why did women take so long to get ready?
Striding with powerful stomping steps to the base of the marble staircase, Vangelis called up to the upper floors, his voice echoing off the walls.
"Asia, if you're not down here in two minutes, I'm going to the Leventi estate without you!"
It wasn't his place to reprimand Imeeya, despite being the eldest male relative to her but he figured his warning was good for her too.
Noticing a fruit bowl on the bureau to the side, Vangelis selected a bright green apple and took a bite. He rarely ate breakfast but a little nourishment would be good. Please is stopped him grinding his teeth in frustration.
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Vangelis had a new and improved opinion of his mother.
A man of action who, most of his days, led a battalion of men too frightened of him or too respectful of him to even dare to defy an order; who completed their tasks and responsibilities with perfect coordination and in time early enough to beat any deadline or allocated time period he gave them to do it in... Vangelis was not used to having to wait.
The morning had been systematic and normal to his way of life for its first hour or so. He had woken with the earliest of the birds when it was still dark - a habit formed from early morning drills with Nike over the years passed. He was a light sleeper at the best of times and only ever slumbered for a few hours at a time. Across the night he would have to wake, get up and walk around for a little and then go back to sleep. After years of sleeping on battlefields and in encampments where any fault or slip in patrols or vigilance could allow an ambush, uprising or night attack, Vangelis credited his shallow sleeping as one of the reasons he had remained alive for so long as a soldier. It also kept his men sharp, for at any moment Vangelis would be awake and wandering the camp even if he had already been abed. It meant that every guard and soldier maintained their position and watch with the kind of dedication that could only be generated by the fear that one would be caught failing their duty by their superior.
Despite sleeping in the old Order House - luxurious and comfortable as it was - the lessons of his sleep pattern had been far too ingrained into Vangelis body and brain for him to react any other way. And so, he was up at least a half hour before dawn and, pulling his riding pants on over bare skin and shoving his feet into his leather boots, Vangelis left his rooms bare-chested but armed. Around his waist were fixed multiple belts with sheaths and weapons galore, but he walked with a confidence and assurance that suggested the disruption to his centre of gravity was in no way unfamiliar to him.
The crown prince of Colchis had found his Commander Nike outside ready to spar, as if they were each psychic and had known the other would materialise before the sun did.
It was an hour later that the two of them called it quits and retired to the house, the sun now fully above the horizon and lightening the sheens of sweat across each of their exposed skins. Feeling energised from the workout and pleased that his arm was still looking good since its damage in the storm; not to mention the fact that he had overworked his body the day before climbing that damn mountain gorge, Vangelis had been in a suitably good mood upon returning the manor and seeking out a servant whom he could instruct.
With orders to prepare him a wash basin - not a whole bath, a basin would do - and to rouse the ladies of the house, Vangelis went back to his rooms in order to clean up.
A man of few ablutions beyond being clean and zero consideration for his appearance, Vangelis did little besides wash himself down with brisk gestures, dunk his head into the basin to scrub at his hair and then shaved. By the time his jaw was smooth, his hair was dry and he tugged at the locks for a moment, wondering if he should cut it again. Instead, he decided to tie the top section back from his face with a string of leather and worry about his appearance another time; as was his standard approach to such things.
Redressing in a new set of pants and a large black shirt that bagged in the arms and around the torso, Vangelis tucked garment into his waistline and ensured it allowed free movement. The shirt huge open and wide at the neck and was pulled tight to his forearms with bands of leather. On his hands he wore nothing but his normal affects - two rings and his brother's bracelet - and his necklace hung low on his chest, swinging as he moved and only occasionally hanging free from his shirt, remaining hidden beneath its folds most of the time.
His feet were fitted into his boots once more and he was ready. So simple, so timely. He was ready to leave twenty minutes since finishing his work out with Nike.
That had been an hour ago.
Now, Vangelis stood in the hallway of the Order House, which led to the outside. His, Asia and Imeeya's horses had all been tacked up and ready to go. Nike had been given the day off duty - Vangelis and the girls would be accompanied by some of his other guardsmen to allow her a day of peace after the raid yesterday and babysitting the girls the days before. All that remained now was to actually get to the Leventi estate.
Luckily, no time besides "morning" had been specified for the expedition and Vangelis' idea of "morning" was significantly earlier than most, so they were in no way late. What he was, however, was exasperated.
Why did women take so long to get ready?
Striding with powerful stomping steps to the base of the marble staircase, Vangelis called up to the upper floors, his voice echoing off the walls.
"Asia, if you're not down here in two minutes, I'm going to the Leventi estate without you!"
It wasn't his place to reprimand Imeeya, despite being the eldest male relative to her but he figured his warning was good for her too.
Noticing a fruit bowl on the bureau to the side, Vangelis selected a bright green apple and took a bite. He rarely ate breakfast but a little nourishment would be good. Please is stopped him grinding his teeth in frustration.
Vangelis had a new and improved opinion of his mother.
A man of action who, most of his days, led a battalion of men too frightened of him or too respectful of him to even dare to defy an order; who completed their tasks and responsibilities with perfect coordination and in time early enough to beat any deadline or allocated time period he gave them to do it in... Vangelis was not used to having to wait.
The morning had been systematic and normal to his way of life for its first hour or so. He had woken with the earliest of the birds when it was still dark - a habit formed from early morning drills with Nike over the years passed. He was a light sleeper at the best of times and only ever slumbered for a few hours at a time. Across the night he would have to wake, get up and walk around for a little and then go back to sleep. After years of sleeping on battlefields and in encampments where any fault or slip in patrols or vigilance could allow an ambush, uprising or night attack, Vangelis credited his shallow sleeping as one of the reasons he had remained alive for so long as a soldier. It also kept his men sharp, for at any moment Vangelis would be awake and wandering the camp even if he had already been abed. It meant that every guard and soldier maintained their position and watch with the kind of dedication that could only be generated by the fear that one would be caught failing their duty by their superior.
Despite sleeping in the old Order House - luxurious and comfortable as it was - the lessons of his sleep pattern had been far too ingrained into Vangelis body and brain for him to react any other way. And so, he was up at least a half hour before dawn and, pulling his riding pants on over bare skin and shoving his feet into his leather boots, Vangelis left his rooms bare-chested but armed. Around his waist were fixed multiple belts with sheaths and weapons galore, but he walked with a confidence and assurance that suggested the disruption to his centre of gravity was in no way unfamiliar to him.
The crown prince of Colchis had found his Commander Nike outside ready to spar, as if they were each psychic and had known the other would materialise before the sun did.
It was an hour later that the two of them called it quits and retired to the house, the sun now fully above the horizon and lightening the sheens of sweat across each of their exposed skins. Feeling energised from the workout and pleased that his arm was still looking good since its damage in the storm; not to mention the fact that he had overworked his body the day before climbing that damn mountain gorge, Vangelis had been in a suitably good mood upon returning the manor and seeking out a servant whom he could instruct.
With orders to prepare him a wash basin - not a whole bath, a basin would do - and to rouse the ladies of the house, Vangelis went back to his rooms in order to clean up.
A man of few ablutions beyond being clean and zero consideration for his appearance, Vangelis did little besides wash himself down with brisk gestures, dunk his head into the basin to scrub at his hair and then shaved. By the time his jaw was smooth, his hair was dry and he tugged at the locks for a moment, wondering if he should cut it again. Instead, he decided to tie the top section back from his face with a string of leather and worry about his appearance another time; as was his standard approach to such things.
Redressing in a new set of pants and a large black shirt that bagged in the arms and around the torso, Vangelis tucked garment into his waistline and ensured it allowed free movement. The shirt huge open and wide at the neck and was pulled tight to his forearms with bands of leather. On his hands he wore nothing but his normal affects - two rings and his brother's bracelet - and his necklace hung low on his chest, swinging as he moved and only occasionally hanging free from his shirt, remaining hidden beneath its folds most of the time.
His feet were fitted into his boots once more and he was ready. So simple, so timely. He was ready to leave twenty minutes since finishing his work out with Nike.
That had been an hour ago.
Now, Vangelis stood in the hallway of the Order House, which led to the outside. His, Asia and Imeeya's horses had all been tacked up and ready to go. Nike had been given the day off duty - Vangelis and the girls would be accompanied by some of his other guardsmen to allow her a day of peace after the raid yesterday and babysitting the girls the days before. All that remained now was to actually get to the Leventi estate.
Luckily, no time besides "morning" had been specified for the expedition and Vangelis' idea of "morning" was significantly earlier than most, so they were in no way late. What he was, however, was exasperated.
Why did women take so long to get ready?
Striding with powerful stomping steps to the base of the marble staircase, Vangelis called up to the upper floors, his voice echoing off the walls.
"Asia, if you're not down here in two minutes, I'm going to the Leventi estate without you!"
It wasn't his place to reprimand Imeeya, despite being the eldest male relative to her but he figured his warning was good for her too.
Noticing a fruit bowl on the bureau to the side, Vangelis selected a bright green apple and took a bite. He rarely ate breakfast but a little nourishment would be good. Please is stopped him grinding his teeth in frustration.
Imeeya had not slept very well. It was nothing to do with the hospitality of the Leventi family. The bed was very comfortable and the food had been delicious. The windows had allowed just enough of a breeze through her chambers to help make it cool enough to sleep, and the blankets had been soft and warm enough to adequately hold in the heat as the night grew colder. No there wasn’t a problem with anything that had been provided to her. It just wasn’t what she was familiar with and that made it hard for her to truly relax here.
Imeeya had been drifting between wake and sleep when the body slave that had been loaned to her for the duration had entered with a platter of breakfast foods, and a pitcher of water. The slave was moving quietly, not aware that Imeeya had woken at the motion of someone unfamiliar within her room. Imeeya saw no reason to attract her attention; she didn’t want to have to interact with a stranger this early in the morning. So she feigned sleep as the woman left the tray of food on a small breakfast table, and the pitcher on a stand holding a small basin so she could wash her face. The slave then slipped back out of the room, as quietly as she had entered.
When Imeeya was once again alone in the room, she sighed, stretching as she rolled out of bed. She went over to the basin and poured some water in before splashing her face. She had hoped the cold water on her face might help her feel more awake. Still in the light chemise she slept in, Imeeya went and sat in the stool by the breakfast table, and leisurely ate her breakfast. She rolled up the small, fried cakes and dipped them in the honey dripping off the piece of honeycomb on the edge of the plate, and finished the meal with a few dried figs. She rose from the chair and went to brush her hair while looking out the window. As she looked out, she realized that her north-facing window had obscured how late the morning had grown. How could it be that late, when it felt like she had barely slept at all? Another thought lept to her mind, instantly kicking her into high gear. She was meant to go out horseback riding with Vangelis, Selene, and Athanasia this morning.
Imeeya was just shrugging into her riding peplos, a beautiful garment in medium blue with golden embroidery edges, when she heard Vangelis’s voice echoing up the stairs. Apparently, she had realized her lateness just in time. Imeeya only just had time to tie on her sandals and then braid her hair out of her face before she started down the stairs. There was Vangelis at the bottom of the stairs, angrily eating an apple. When Imeeya reached the entrance hall, she looked around for the princess, and then shrugged. “I guess we’re still waiting on Asia then?” she asked Vangelis. She was starting to resent having rushed when Asia hadn’t even arrived yet.
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Imeeya had not slept very well. It was nothing to do with the hospitality of the Leventi family. The bed was very comfortable and the food had been delicious. The windows had allowed just enough of a breeze through her chambers to help make it cool enough to sleep, and the blankets had been soft and warm enough to adequately hold in the heat as the night grew colder. No there wasn’t a problem with anything that had been provided to her. It just wasn’t what she was familiar with and that made it hard for her to truly relax here.
Imeeya had been drifting between wake and sleep when the body slave that had been loaned to her for the duration had entered with a platter of breakfast foods, and a pitcher of water. The slave was moving quietly, not aware that Imeeya had woken at the motion of someone unfamiliar within her room. Imeeya saw no reason to attract her attention; she didn’t want to have to interact with a stranger this early in the morning. So she feigned sleep as the woman left the tray of food on a small breakfast table, and the pitcher on a stand holding a small basin so she could wash her face. The slave then slipped back out of the room, as quietly as she had entered.
When Imeeya was once again alone in the room, she sighed, stretching as she rolled out of bed. She went over to the basin and poured some water in before splashing her face. She had hoped the cold water on her face might help her feel more awake. Still in the light chemise she slept in, Imeeya went and sat in the stool by the breakfast table, and leisurely ate her breakfast. She rolled up the small, fried cakes and dipped them in the honey dripping off the piece of honeycomb on the edge of the plate, and finished the meal with a few dried figs. She rose from the chair and went to brush her hair while looking out the window. As she looked out, she realized that her north-facing window had obscured how late the morning had grown. How could it be that late, when it felt like she had barely slept at all? Another thought lept to her mind, instantly kicking her into high gear. She was meant to go out horseback riding with Vangelis, Selene, and Athanasia this morning.
Imeeya was just shrugging into her riding peplos, a beautiful garment in medium blue with golden embroidery edges, when she heard Vangelis’s voice echoing up the stairs. Apparently, she had realized her lateness just in time. Imeeya only just had time to tie on her sandals and then braid her hair out of her face before she started down the stairs. There was Vangelis at the bottom of the stairs, angrily eating an apple. When Imeeya reached the entrance hall, she looked around for the princess, and then shrugged. “I guess we’re still waiting on Asia then?” she asked Vangelis. She was starting to resent having rushed when Asia hadn’t even arrived yet.
Imeeya had not slept very well. It was nothing to do with the hospitality of the Leventi family. The bed was very comfortable and the food had been delicious. The windows had allowed just enough of a breeze through her chambers to help make it cool enough to sleep, and the blankets had been soft and warm enough to adequately hold in the heat as the night grew colder. No there wasn’t a problem with anything that had been provided to her. It just wasn’t what she was familiar with and that made it hard for her to truly relax here.
Imeeya had been drifting between wake and sleep when the body slave that had been loaned to her for the duration had entered with a platter of breakfast foods, and a pitcher of water. The slave was moving quietly, not aware that Imeeya had woken at the motion of someone unfamiliar within her room. Imeeya saw no reason to attract her attention; she didn’t want to have to interact with a stranger this early in the morning. So she feigned sleep as the woman left the tray of food on a small breakfast table, and the pitcher on a stand holding a small basin so she could wash her face. The slave then slipped back out of the room, as quietly as she had entered.
When Imeeya was once again alone in the room, she sighed, stretching as she rolled out of bed. She went over to the basin and poured some water in before splashing her face. She had hoped the cold water on her face might help her feel more awake. Still in the light chemise she slept in, Imeeya went and sat in the stool by the breakfast table, and leisurely ate her breakfast. She rolled up the small, fried cakes and dipped them in the honey dripping off the piece of honeycomb on the edge of the plate, and finished the meal with a few dried figs. She rose from the chair and went to brush her hair while looking out the window. As she looked out, she realized that her north-facing window had obscured how late the morning had grown. How could it be that late, when it felt like she had barely slept at all? Another thought lept to her mind, instantly kicking her into high gear. She was meant to go out horseback riding with Vangelis, Selene, and Athanasia this morning.
Imeeya was just shrugging into her riding peplos, a beautiful garment in medium blue with golden embroidery edges, when she heard Vangelis’s voice echoing up the stairs. Apparently, she had realized her lateness just in time. Imeeya only just had time to tie on her sandals and then braid her hair out of her face before she started down the stairs. There was Vangelis at the bottom of the stairs, angrily eating an apple. When Imeeya reached the entrance hall, she looked around for the princess, and then shrugged. “I guess we’re still waiting on Asia then?” she asked Vangelis. She was starting to resent having rushed when Asia hadn’t even arrived yet.
Asia had been sitting at her window looking out at the world as everyone and everything seemed to wake up slowly with the sun. Even now, as the light blue light of the early dawn changes into the bright light of the morning sun, blinding anyone who happened to be caught in its bright beams as Apollo pulled the sun higher into the sky. It was a slow morning for Athanasia as her thoughts traveled to the day before. Where she met the woman, Nethis. She wasn't like how the rumors portrayed her to be. A situation that reminded Asia of Evras and how rumors caused so much strife.
It was then that she heard Vangelis yell up the stairs, telling her that he was going to leave her there if she didn't hurry up. A thought that had her rolling her eyes at the thought since everyone seemed to want her to act more lady-like and yet do it in a hurry. "Hurry up Asia. Slow down, Asia. No running Asia. Hasten up, Asia." It was good that she was alone in the room, grumbling as she was. She was sure if her brother, or anyone for that matter, heard her mocking tone that she would surely be scolded.
Pulling on a peplos, and her mind on her meeting that she had yesterday, she couldn't help but admire the woman. Elegance seemed to wrap around her as if it were a cloak, an easy air of authority much like her mother had. Something Asia could never seem to quite grasp on how to carry herself. Maybe Nethis could show her some things on how to be more lady-like? Pulling her hair up, Asia braided it before coiling it up into a bun at the base of her head, keeling it simple but actually tamed as she finally made her way out the door. Grabbing an apple on the way, she heard her cousin's comment on still waiting on her. "No. I am right here."
With each step, Asia held her chin up, taking exact steps as she tried to be more elegant like. "So, are we all ready to go? I apologize if I made anyone late." Passing by them, she took a bite of her apple as she motioned for a servant to open the door the closer she got. "Today should be fun."
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Asia had been sitting at her window looking out at the world as everyone and everything seemed to wake up slowly with the sun. Even now, as the light blue light of the early dawn changes into the bright light of the morning sun, blinding anyone who happened to be caught in its bright beams as Apollo pulled the sun higher into the sky. It was a slow morning for Athanasia as her thoughts traveled to the day before. Where she met the woman, Nethis. She wasn't like how the rumors portrayed her to be. A situation that reminded Asia of Evras and how rumors caused so much strife.
It was then that she heard Vangelis yell up the stairs, telling her that he was going to leave her there if she didn't hurry up. A thought that had her rolling her eyes at the thought since everyone seemed to want her to act more lady-like and yet do it in a hurry. "Hurry up Asia. Slow down, Asia. No running Asia. Hasten up, Asia." It was good that she was alone in the room, grumbling as she was. She was sure if her brother, or anyone for that matter, heard her mocking tone that she would surely be scolded.
Pulling on a peplos, and her mind on her meeting that she had yesterday, she couldn't help but admire the woman. Elegance seemed to wrap around her as if it were a cloak, an easy air of authority much like her mother had. Something Asia could never seem to quite grasp on how to carry herself. Maybe Nethis could show her some things on how to be more lady-like? Pulling her hair up, Asia braided it before coiling it up into a bun at the base of her head, keeling it simple but actually tamed as she finally made her way out the door. Grabbing an apple on the way, she heard her cousin's comment on still waiting on her. "No. I am right here."
With each step, Asia held her chin up, taking exact steps as she tried to be more elegant like. "So, are we all ready to go? I apologize if I made anyone late." Passing by them, she took a bite of her apple as she motioned for a servant to open the door the closer she got. "Today should be fun."
Asia had been sitting at her window looking out at the world as everyone and everything seemed to wake up slowly with the sun. Even now, as the light blue light of the early dawn changes into the bright light of the morning sun, blinding anyone who happened to be caught in its bright beams as Apollo pulled the sun higher into the sky. It was a slow morning for Athanasia as her thoughts traveled to the day before. Where she met the woman, Nethis. She wasn't like how the rumors portrayed her to be. A situation that reminded Asia of Evras and how rumors caused so much strife.
It was then that she heard Vangelis yell up the stairs, telling her that he was going to leave her there if she didn't hurry up. A thought that had her rolling her eyes at the thought since everyone seemed to want her to act more lady-like and yet do it in a hurry. "Hurry up Asia. Slow down, Asia. No running Asia. Hasten up, Asia." It was good that she was alone in the room, grumbling as she was. She was sure if her brother, or anyone for that matter, heard her mocking tone that she would surely be scolded.
Pulling on a peplos, and her mind on her meeting that she had yesterday, she couldn't help but admire the woman. Elegance seemed to wrap around her as if it were a cloak, an easy air of authority much like her mother had. Something Asia could never seem to quite grasp on how to carry herself. Maybe Nethis could show her some things on how to be more lady-like? Pulling her hair up, Asia braided it before coiling it up into a bun at the base of her head, keeling it simple but actually tamed as she finally made her way out the door. Grabbing an apple on the way, she heard her cousin's comment on still waiting on her. "No. I am right here."
With each step, Asia held her chin up, taking exact steps as she tried to be more elegant like. "So, are we all ready to go? I apologize if I made anyone late." Passing by them, she took a bite of her apple as she motioned for a servant to open the door the closer she got. "Today should be fun."
With a nod of respect when Imeeya, descended the stairs, Vangelis gave little other obvious reactions now that the girl was present. And he didn't make comment on his sister's tardiness except to raise a shoulder a little in a half shrug. It was an odd dynamic between himself and the Drakos sisters to any outsider but it had always felt very natural to him. Drakos and Kotas were undeniable linked by blood - as were all the royal families - but even more so and with closer connection than most. Vangelis was very familiar with his aunt, as his father's sister, and had therefore known Imeeya and Essa since they were babes in swaddling. The two of them were young women that he felt perfectly comfortable around - or as comfortable as Vangelis ever did around young women - and yet they were, technically, a part of a different House with its own morais, traditions and ambitions. It led to a friendly and relaxed means of interaction but limited secret spilling. And it was a contradiction that had become perfectly natural over the years.
When Athanasia finally joined them - admittedly only a few minutes after Imeeya had - Vangelis didn't comment on her words but instead, simply gestured a hand to suggest that the two of them were to lead the way down the main corridor and foyer and out into the courtyard ahead of him.
As the Leventi family had offered the suggestion of a ride, and would be providing the horses for the event, a carriage had been prepared for the two girls and Vangelis' borrowed horse for his duration in Taengea was already tacked up and ready to go.
As was his gentlemanly upbringing, Vangelis stood by the carriage door - opened by a foot servant - and offered up a hand for first his sister and then his cousin to take before stepping up into the vehicle. The carriage was open topped as it was a bright and sunny day and was drawn by a drive and two silvery grey geldings.
Vangelis took his own steed in hand and pulled himself up to a mounted position quickly, glancing to check that his female relatives were settled before nodding to their driver and leading the party forwards, out of the courtyard and into the main street.
As it had been a few nights previous, the journey to the Leventi estate was a short one, but with the women in accompaniment, Vangelis was forced to keep his ride at a steady walk, making it take a little longer than planned. Still, his early riser habits ensured that they still weren't late upon arrival but almost bang on time. So, at least that was something.
Leading the open cart through the main gates of the Leventi manor, Vangelis was directed by a man servant towards the right of the main manor and out into a paddocked area with a seriously large number of stables and open schooling. The ground here was hard; the mud trodden down into rock, and a dusty sanding covering danced over its surface where straw and hay dust had collected.
As Lord Fotios appeared from within his home and Vangelis spotted Selene leading a mare towards them from the other side of the courtyard, Vangelis swung a leg back over his horse's rear and came lightly to the ground, wincing a little (an expression he hid) at the twinge in his thigh where he had received injury in the battle against the Creed the previous day. His arm hurt too and he was covered in little nicks and scratches but nothing that was impossible to push past.
Moving to offer his hand once more to his sister and cousin, he allowed them to step forwards and greet the Leventis. As he was the one to know everyone, it fell to him to make the introductions, however stoic they might be -
"Lord Leventi, allow me to introduce my sister Princess Athanasia of Kotas and cousin the Lady Imeeya of Drakos." He then turned his attention in reverse. "This is Lord Fotios of Leventi, our host who procured our lodgings." He hoped that was enough of a hint towards an appropriate response from Asia. "Lady Selene is Lord Leventi's niece and will be riding with us today." He knew that Asia had already met Selene but he wasn't sure if Imeeya had, so all bases were covered with his greetings.
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With a nod of respect when Imeeya, descended the stairs, Vangelis gave little other obvious reactions now that the girl was present. And he didn't make comment on his sister's tardiness except to raise a shoulder a little in a half shrug. It was an odd dynamic between himself and the Drakos sisters to any outsider but it had always felt very natural to him. Drakos and Kotas were undeniable linked by blood - as were all the royal families - but even more so and with closer connection than most. Vangelis was very familiar with his aunt, as his father's sister, and had therefore known Imeeya and Essa since they were babes in swaddling. The two of them were young women that he felt perfectly comfortable around - or as comfortable as Vangelis ever did around young women - and yet they were, technically, a part of a different House with its own morais, traditions and ambitions. It led to a friendly and relaxed means of interaction but limited secret spilling. And it was a contradiction that had become perfectly natural over the years.
When Athanasia finally joined them - admittedly only a few minutes after Imeeya had - Vangelis didn't comment on her words but instead, simply gestured a hand to suggest that the two of them were to lead the way down the main corridor and foyer and out into the courtyard ahead of him.
As the Leventi family had offered the suggestion of a ride, and would be providing the horses for the event, a carriage had been prepared for the two girls and Vangelis' borrowed horse for his duration in Taengea was already tacked up and ready to go.
As was his gentlemanly upbringing, Vangelis stood by the carriage door - opened by a foot servant - and offered up a hand for first his sister and then his cousin to take before stepping up into the vehicle. The carriage was open topped as it was a bright and sunny day and was drawn by a drive and two silvery grey geldings.
Vangelis took his own steed in hand and pulled himself up to a mounted position quickly, glancing to check that his female relatives were settled before nodding to their driver and leading the party forwards, out of the courtyard and into the main street.
As it had been a few nights previous, the journey to the Leventi estate was a short one, but with the women in accompaniment, Vangelis was forced to keep his ride at a steady walk, making it take a little longer than planned. Still, his early riser habits ensured that they still weren't late upon arrival but almost bang on time. So, at least that was something.
Leading the open cart through the main gates of the Leventi manor, Vangelis was directed by a man servant towards the right of the main manor and out into a paddocked area with a seriously large number of stables and open schooling. The ground here was hard; the mud trodden down into rock, and a dusty sanding covering danced over its surface where straw and hay dust had collected.
As Lord Fotios appeared from within his home and Vangelis spotted Selene leading a mare towards them from the other side of the courtyard, Vangelis swung a leg back over his horse's rear and came lightly to the ground, wincing a little (an expression he hid) at the twinge in his thigh where he had received injury in the battle against the Creed the previous day. His arm hurt too and he was covered in little nicks and scratches but nothing that was impossible to push past.
Moving to offer his hand once more to his sister and cousin, he allowed them to step forwards and greet the Leventis. As he was the one to know everyone, it fell to him to make the introductions, however stoic they might be -
"Lord Leventi, allow me to introduce my sister Princess Athanasia of Kotas and cousin the Lady Imeeya of Drakos." He then turned his attention in reverse. "This is Lord Fotios of Leventi, our host who procured our lodgings." He hoped that was enough of a hint towards an appropriate response from Asia. "Lady Selene is Lord Leventi's niece and will be riding with us today." He knew that Asia had already met Selene but he wasn't sure if Imeeya had, so all bases were covered with his greetings.
With a nod of respect when Imeeya, descended the stairs, Vangelis gave little other obvious reactions now that the girl was present. And he didn't make comment on his sister's tardiness except to raise a shoulder a little in a half shrug. It was an odd dynamic between himself and the Drakos sisters to any outsider but it had always felt very natural to him. Drakos and Kotas were undeniable linked by blood - as were all the royal families - but even more so and with closer connection than most. Vangelis was very familiar with his aunt, as his father's sister, and had therefore known Imeeya and Essa since they were babes in swaddling. The two of them were young women that he felt perfectly comfortable around - or as comfortable as Vangelis ever did around young women - and yet they were, technically, a part of a different House with its own morais, traditions and ambitions. It led to a friendly and relaxed means of interaction but limited secret spilling. And it was a contradiction that had become perfectly natural over the years.
When Athanasia finally joined them - admittedly only a few minutes after Imeeya had - Vangelis didn't comment on her words but instead, simply gestured a hand to suggest that the two of them were to lead the way down the main corridor and foyer and out into the courtyard ahead of him.
As the Leventi family had offered the suggestion of a ride, and would be providing the horses for the event, a carriage had been prepared for the two girls and Vangelis' borrowed horse for his duration in Taengea was already tacked up and ready to go.
As was his gentlemanly upbringing, Vangelis stood by the carriage door - opened by a foot servant - and offered up a hand for first his sister and then his cousin to take before stepping up into the vehicle. The carriage was open topped as it was a bright and sunny day and was drawn by a drive and two silvery grey geldings.
Vangelis took his own steed in hand and pulled himself up to a mounted position quickly, glancing to check that his female relatives were settled before nodding to their driver and leading the party forwards, out of the courtyard and into the main street.
As it had been a few nights previous, the journey to the Leventi estate was a short one, but with the women in accompaniment, Vangelis was forced to keep his ride at a steady walk, making it take a little longer than planned. Still, his early riser habits ensured that they still weren't late upon arrival but almost bang on time. So, at least that was something.
Leading the open cart through the main gates of the Leventi manor, Vangelis was directed by a man servant towards the right of the main manor and out into a paddocked area with a seriously large number of stables and open schooling. The ground here was hard; the mud trodden down into rock, and a dusty sanding covering danced over its surface where straw and hay dust had collected.
As Lord Fotios appeared from within his home and Vangelis spotted Selene leading a mare towards them from the other side of the courtyard, Vangelis swung a leg back over his horse's rear and came lightly to the ground, wincing a little (an expression he hid) at the twinge in his thigh where he had received injury in the battle against the Creed the previous day. His arm hurt too and he was covered in little nicks and scratches but nothing that was impossible to push past.
Moving to offer his hand once more to his sister and cousin, he allowed them to step forwards and greet the Leventis. As he was the one to know everyone, it fell to him to make the introductions, however stoic they might be -
"Lord Leventi, allow me to introduce my sister Princess Athanasia of Kotas and cousin the Lady Imeeya of Drakos." He then turned his attention in reverse. "This is Lord Fotios of Leventi, our host who procured our lodgings." He hoped that was enough of a hint towards an appropriate response from Asia. "Lady Selene is Lord Leventi's niece and will be riding with us today." He knew that Asia had already met Selene but he wasn't sure if Imeeya had, so all bases were covered with his greetings.
Excitement bubbled within her because life had been so hectic in the last few weeks that she’d rarely gotten much of a chance to just go for a ride. Between trying to help plan Theo’s wedding and sitting with Pia to keep her company, Selene rarely had time for herself, save for her morning prayers at the temples. And as a generally social creature, she was certainly looking forward to the chance to ride with others. And while she wasn’t someone who considered themselves a show off, she enjoyed letting people know that her skills on horseback were true.
Her uncle had already checked on her once, seemingly content with both her earliness and her appearance. She was busy assisting the stable boys to bring out the other two mares when she heard the approaching carriage. Ophelia stamped her hooves against the ground, impatient to be on their way. Selene had been glad that she tethered the horse, a bit worried that the presences of so many right away would spook her. But, like the sweet beast that she was, she made no attempts to pull against the wooden hitch she was tied to.
She only had the briefest of moments to make sure everything was in place before Vangelis and the carriage broke through the courtyard. It was the same time that Fotios reappeared, watching with a cautious eye as the prince assisted his sister and cousin out of the carriage.
Selene dipped low in greeting, as was expected of her for the company she was to spend the day with. Waiting for her uncle and company to converse first, the eldest Leventi took the moment to further take in Vangelis. While there were no obvious signs of injury, she knew that he hadn’t gone unscathed the day before. She had attempted to convince her uncle to push the ride back, simply for the sake of the prince. But she had been brushed off, told that if the prince hadn’t wished to ride, he would have cancelled himself.
She didn’t believe that in the slightest, but didn’t argue.
Once the introductions were made, Selene stepped forward, taking Asia’s hands in her own. ”It is good to see you again, Princess. I am looking forward to showing you my home.” She had Imeeya hadn’t met formally, but she recognized her from the only event she had attended while in Colchis. ”And it is most pleasant to meet you, Lady Imeeya.” Her presence had been mostly hidden away, so as not to let on just how injured the prince had been. ”I have had two of the tamest mares prepared in anticipation for today’s ride. Hopefully, they will suit your needs.” Her hands let Asia’s fall from her own, stepping back to show both horses.
Both saddled, the blonde mare was taller than its brown counterpart. ”This is Bunny and Rose. You’ll have to pardon the names-- my youngest sister took the liberty of naming them when she was young. And they seemed to stick.” Her shoulders lifted in a shrug, her own brown and white painted mare standing beside the other two stomping again, ready to be off. ”Ophelia is the loud one over there,” As if knowing what had been said, the mare snorted and glared at Selene, which made her giggle a bit. ”Please, take a moment to get familiar with them.”
Selene stepped back, allowed each girl to pick their horse, to let them get used to each other. She stepped next to Vangelis, her eyes only showing the slightest concern. ”I am pleased that you and the rest of the men were relatively uninjured. From what I have heard, it was successful.” Her voice was low, only slightly worried that they would be overheard or their conversation would be judged for more than what it was.
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Excitement bubbled within her because life had been so hectic in the last few weeks that she’d rarely gotten much of a chance to just go for a ride. Between trying to help plan Theo’s wedding and sitting with Pia to keep her company, Selene rarely had time for herself, save for her morning prayers at the temples. And as a generally social creature, she was certainly looking forward to the chance to ride with others. And while she wasn’t someone who considered themselves a show off, she enjoyed letting people know that her skills on horseback were true.
Her uncle had already checked on her once, seemingly content with both her earliness and her appearance. She was busy assisting the stable boys to bring out the other two mares when she heard the approaching carriage. Ophelia stamped her hooves against the ground, impatient to be on their way. Selene had been glad that she tethered the horse, a bit worried that the presences of so many right away would spook her. But, like the sweet beast that she was, she made no attempts to pull against the wooden hitch she was tied to.
She only had the briefest of moments to make sure everything was in place before Vangelis and the carriage broke through the courtyard. It was the same time that Fotios reappeared, watching with a cautious eye as the prince assisted his sister and cousin out of the carriage.
Selene dipped low in greeting, as was expected of her for the company she was to spend the day with. Waiting for her uncle and company to converse first, the eldest Leventi took the moment to further take in Vangelis. While there were no obvious signs of injury, she knew that he hadn’t gone unscathed the day before. She had attempted to convince her uncle to push the ride back, simply for the sake of the prince. But she had been brushed off, told that if the prince hadn’t wished to ride, he would have cancelled himself.
She didn’t believe that in the slightest, but didn’t argue.
Once the introductions were made, Selene stepped forward, taking Asia’s hands in her own. ”It is good to see you again, Princess. I am looking forward to showing you my home.” She had Imeeya hadn’t met formally, but she recognized her from the only event she had attended while in Colchis. ”And it is most pleasant to meet you, Lady Imeeya.” Her presence had been mostly hidden away, so as not to let on just how injured the prince had been. ”I have had two of the tamest mares prepared in anticipation for today’s ride. Hopefully, they will suit your needs.” Her hands let Asia’s fall from her own, stepping back to show both horses.
Both saddled, the blonde mare was taller than its brown counterpart. ”This is Bunny and Rose. You’ll have to pardon the names-- my youngest sister took the liberty of naming them when she was young. And they seemed to stick.” Her shoulders lifted in a shrug, her own brown and white painted mare standing beside the other two stomping again, ready to be off. ”Ophelia is the loud one over there,” As if knowing what had been said, the mare snorted and glared at Selene, which made her giggle a bit. ”Please, take a moment to get familiar with them.”
Selene stepped back, allowed each girl to pick their horse, to let them get used to each other. She stepped next to Vangelis, her eyes only showing the slightest concern. ”I am pleased that you and the rest of the men were relatively uninjured. From what I have heard, it was successful.” Her voice was low, only slightly worried that they would be overheard or their conversation would be judged for more than what it was.
Excitement bubbled within her because life had been so hectic in the last few weeks that she’d rarely gotten much of a chance to just go for a ride. Between trying to help plan Theo’s wedding and sitting with Pia to keep her company, Selene rarely had time for herself, save for her morning prayers at the temples. And as a generally social creature, she was certainly looking forward to the chance to ride with others. And while she wasn’t someone who considered themselves a show off, she enjoyed letting people know that her skills on horseback were true.
Her uncle had already checked on her once, seemingly content with both her earliness and her appearance. She was busy assisting the stable boys to bring out the other two mares when she heard the approaching carriage. Ophelia stamped her hooves against the ground, impatient to be on their way. Selene had been glad that she tethered the horse, a bit worried that the presences of so many right away would spook her. But, like the sweet beast that she was, she made no attempts to pull against the wooden hitch she was tied to.
She only had the briefest of moments to make sure everything was in place before Vangelis and the carriage broke through the courtyard. It was the same time that Fotios reappeared, watching with a cautious eye as the prince assisted his sister and cousin out of the carriage.
Selene dipped low in greeting, as was expected of her for the company she was to spend the day with. Waiting for her uncle and company to converse first, the eldest Leventi took the moment to further take in Vangelis. While there were no obvious signs of injury, she knew that he hadn’t gone unscathed the day before. She had attempted to convince her uncle to push the ride back, simply for the sake of the prince. But she had been brushed off, told that if the prince hadn’t wished to ride, he would have cancelled himself.
She didn’t believe that in the slightest, but didn’t argue.
Once the introductions were made, Selene stepped forward, taking Asia’s hands in her own. ”It is good to see you again, Princess. I am looking forward to showing you my home.” She had Imeeya hadn’t met formally, but she recognized her from the only event she had attended while in Colchis. ”And it is most pleasant to meet you, Lady Imeeya.” Her presence had been mostly hidden away, so as not to let on just how injured the prince had been. ”I have had two of the tamest mares prepared in anticipation for today’s ride. Hopefully, they will suit your needs.” Her hands let Asia’s fall from her own, stepping back to show both horses.
Both saddled, the blonde mare was taller than its brown counterpart. ”This is Bunny and Rose. You’ll have to pardon the names-- my youngest sister took the liberty of naming them when she was young. And they seemed to stick.” Her shoulders lifted in a shrug, her own brown and white painted mare standing beside the other two stomping again, ready to be off. ”Ophelia is the loud one over there,” As if knowing what had been said, the mare snorted and glared at Selene, which made her giggle a bit. ”Please, take a moment to get familiar with them.”
Selene stepped back, allowed each girl to pick their horse, to let them get used to each other. She stepped next to Vangelis, her eyes only showing the slightest concern. ”I am pleased that you and the rest of the men were relatively uninjured. From what I have heard, it was successful.” Her voice was low, only slightly worried that they would be overheard or their conversation would be judged for more than what it was.
Vangelis was all propriety as he greeted first Fotios and then offered a shallow bow to the Lady Selene, a sign of great respect when one was of technically higher rank. He offered her his most often used half-smile; calm and friendly. His eyes seemed to brighten in her presence.
He remained quiet as the girls were introduced and reintroduced to each other and he greeted the Lord Leventi with a clasp to the forearm and ensured all had bowed, curtsied and politely made good impressions of themselves on all present. As the girls moved to inspect the two mares that had been provided for them, Vangelis glanced down at Selene as she approached. It was strange but he always seemed surprised by her height. In his memory she often seemed taller, with a larger presence. And while she was by no means short, Vangelis was tall for a man and she was small in comparison. Yet it always seemed to be new information that clashed with his impressions of her.
When she offered up words of thankfulness that he and the other men in the battle had not been harmed he knew she was tactfully avoiding mention of the large numbers of dead. It was, when such tragedies occurred more socially acceptable to focus on those who were still alive than those who had already crossed down to Charon's fareway.
He ducked his head in awkward thanks at her care and spoke only minimally on the subject.
"As successful as such things can be." He told her. He then glanced towards the Lord Fotios who had stepped back a little as if to allow the two a little privacy or to encourage a more personal atmosphere. Vangelis didn't take the bait and instead ensured that his voice was loud enough to be heard by the girls as he changed the subject to more pleasant topics before the women. "But such things should be forgotten on such a day, I think." He offered with that lightness to his gaze once more. "Asia! Imeeya! What say you on the horses?" He offered while reaching for his own reins. The Leventi breeds were the finest in Greece. "Are you ready to go?" This last he called to the girls and then glanced at Selene co-conspiratorially; the adults in charge of the children.
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Vangelis was all propriety as he greeted first Fotios and then offered a shallow bow to the Lady Selene, a sign of great respect when one was of technically higher rank. He offered her his most often used half-smile; calm and friendly. His eyes seemed to brighten in her presence.
He remained quiet as the girls were introduced and reintroduced to each other and he greeted the Lord Leventi with a clasp to the forearm and ensured all had bowed, curtsied and politely made good impressions of themselves on all present. As the girls moved to inspect the two mares that had been provided for them, Vangelis glanced down at Selene as she approached. It was strange but he always seemed surprised by her height. In his memory she often seemed taller, with a larger presence. And while she was by no means short, Vangelis was tall for a man and she was small in comparison. Yet it always seemed to be new information that clashed with his impressions of her.
When she offered up words of thankfulness that he and the other men in the battle had not been harmed he knew she was tactfully avoiding mention of the large numbers of dead. It was, when such tragedies occurred more socially acceptable to focus on those who were still alive than those who had already crossed down to Charon's fareway.
He ducked his head in awkward thanks at her care and spoke only minimally on the subject.
"As successful as such things can be." He told her. He then glanced towards the Lord Fotios who had stepped back a little as if to allow the two a little privacy or to encourage a more personal atmosphere. Vangelis didn't take the bait and instead ensured that his voice was loud enough to be heard by the girls as he changed the subject to more pleasant topics before the women. "But such things should be forgotten on such a day, I think." He offered with that lightness to his gaze once more. "Asia! Imeeya! What say you on the horses?" He offered while reaching for his own reins. The Leventi breeds were the finest in Greece. "Are you ready to go?" This last he called to the girls and then glanced at Selene co-conspiratorially; the adults in charge of the children.
Vangelis was all propriety as he greeted first Fotios and then offered a shallow bow to the Lady Selene, a sign of great respect when one was of technically higher rank. He offered her his most often used half-smile; calm and friendly. His eyes seemed to brighten in her presence.
He remained quiet as the girls were introduced and reintroduced to each other and he greeted the Lord Leventi with a clasp to the forearm and ensured all had bowed, curtsied and politely made good impressions of themselves on all present. As the girls moved to inspect the two mares that had been provided for them, Vangelis glanced down at Selene as she approached. It was strange but he always seemed surprised by her height. In his memory she often seemed taller, with a larger presence. And while she was by no means short, Vangelis was tall for a man and she was small in comparison. Yet it always seemed to be new information that clashed with his impressions of her.
When she offered up words of thankfulness that he and the other men in the battle had not been harmed he knew she was tactfully avoiding mention of the large numbers of dead. It was, when such tragedies occurred more socially acceptable to focus on those who were still alive than those who had already crossed down to Charon's fareway.
He ducked his head in awkward thanks at her care and spoke only minimally on the subject.
"As successful as such things can be." He told her. He then glanced towards the Lord Fotios who had stepped back a little as if to allow the two a little privacy or to encourage a more personal atmosphere. Vangelis didn't take the bait and instead ensured that his voice was loud enough to be heard by the girls as he changed the subject to more pleasant topics before the women. "But such things should be forgotten on such a day, I think." He offered with that lightness to his gaze once more. "Asia! Imeeya! What say you on the horses?" He offered while reaching for his own reins. The Leventi breeds were the finest in Greece. "Are you ready to go?" This last he called to the girls and then glanced at Selene co-conspiratorially; the adults in charge of the children.
As Asia finally descended the stairs, Imeeya couldn’t help but look a bit annoyed by her tardiness. Things between her and Asia had been tense lately, and being forced to spend time together in tight quarters hadn’t helped, especially not with Imeeya’s seasickness. So the events of night where Asia had kissed a man out in the open had gone completely undiscussed. Now they had been at odds for so long that it seemed that almost anything that Asia did managed to find a way to get on her nerves and this was no exception. Even the apology rang hollow on Imeeya’s ears, and she barely acknowledged her cousin’s presence before the three of them headed out the door.
Imeeya followed her cousin into the open top carriage provided by the Leventis for their day out riding. Despite the tension between her and Asia, Imeeya was looking forward to the opportunity to go out riding. It was something that she never got to do as much as she wanted. She knew the reputation of the Leventi horses, and she was looking forward to trying out one of these well-reputed horses. Still, the atmosphere in the carriage itself was tense, as Imeeya stared out at the surrounding countryside quietly. There seemed to be an uncrossable gulf between the two of them. She wouldn’t have even known what to say to Asia had she been inclined to talk to her.
Luckily, the journey to the Leventi manor wasn’t a long one, which meant that her mood had not been entirely spoiled by the tense trip. This was fortunate, as they were greeted at the carriage by none other than their host. Imeeya descended from the carriage taking Vangelis’s offered hand. As Vangelis introduced her first to the Lord of the manor and then his daughter Selene of Leventi, Imeeya bowed her head towards them in turn. She had heard Selene’s name around Midas when she had previously come to visit, but with all of the trouble surrounding the storm, Imeeya had not previously met the woman in person, though she did recognize her as the woman who Vangelis had been speaking with before riding off to battle.
”Thank you so much for your generosity and hospitality.” Imeeya addressed to Fotios. Then she turned to Selene as the woman greeted her. ”It’s so nice to meet you as well, Lady Selene. And thank you for preparing the horses for us.” Imeeya wasn’t sure if she was supposed to take it as an insult to her horsemanship that Selene had prepared the tamest mares for them, but Imeeya knew better than to respond to that potential provocation. Besides, the woman seemed very genuine. Imeeya found it hard to imagine her pulling off a side-handed slight.
The horses, however, did not disappoint. Both horses were beautiful specimens in spite of their silly names, which forced Imeeya to smile a bit. ”The names don’t seem to have affected the quality of the horses,” Imeeya observed. Hanging back for a moment, Imeeya allowed her princess the first pick of the horses. She chose Rose leaving Imeeya with the taller, blonde Bunny. Imeeya stepped forward and lightly pet the horse’s nose, it flared its nostrils at her and snorted. Imeeya hesitated a moment, but then pet the horse’s head again and as far as Imeeya could tell it seemed a bit more relaxed this time. She would have sworn that the horse’s eyes seemed to be smiling at her, as she grew more confident in her nose pats. Then Vangelis’s words interrupted her thoughts.
“Yes, I’m almost ready.” Imeeya called back to Vangelis. Imeeya turned to check on Asia, seeing her busy with her own horse. She gestured to a stable hand to help her up into the saddle. Once in the saddle, she rearranged her skirts, then rode out to join Vangelis and Selene. ”We can head out whenever Asia decides to join us.” She said to the two of them glancing back at her cousin. She tried to hide the frustration in her voice, but it was the second time that Asia was holding them up that morning.
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As Asia finally descended the stairs, Imeeya couldn’t help but look a bit annoyed by her tardiness. Things between her and Asia had been tense lately, and being forced to spend time together in tight quarters hadn’t helped, especially not with Imeeya’s seasickness. So the events of night where Asia had kissed a man out in the open had gone completely undiscussed. Now they had been at odds for so long that it seemed that almost anything that Asia did managed to find a way to get on her nerves and this was no exception. Even the apology rang hollow on Imeeya’s ears, and she barely acknowledged her cousin’s presence before the three of them headed out the door.
Imeeya followed her cousin into the open top carriage provided by the Leventis for their day out riding. Despite the tension between her and Asia, Imeeya was looking forward to the opportunity to go out riding. It was something that she never got to do as much as she wanted. She knew the reputation of the Leventi horses, and she was looking forward to trying out one of these well-reputed horses. Still, the atmosphere in the carriage itself was tense, as Imeeya stared out at the surrounding countryside quietly. There seemed to be an uncrossable gulf between the two of them. She wouldn’t have even known what to say to Asia had she been inclined to talk to her.
Luckily, the journey to the Leventi manor wasn’t a long one, which meant that her mood had not been entirely spoiled by the tense trip. This was fortunate, as they were greeted at the carriage by none other than their host. Imeeya descended from the carriage taking Vangelis’s offered hand. As Vangelis introduced her first to the Lord of the manor and then his daughter Selene of Leventi, Imeeya bowed her head towards them in turn. She had heard Selene’s name around Midas when she had previously come to visit, but with all of the trouble surrounding the storm, Imeeya had not previously met the woman in person, though she did recognize her as the woman who Vangelis had been speaking with before riding off to battle.
”Thank you so much for your generosity and hospitality.” Imeeya addressed to Fotios. Then she turned to Selene as the woman greeted her. ”It’s so nice to meet you as well, Lady Selene. And thank you for preparing the horses for us.” Imeeya wasn’t sure if she was supposed to take it as an insult to her horsemanship that Selene had prepared the tamest mares for them, but Imeeya knew better than to respond to that potential provocation. Besides, the woman seemed very genuine. Imeeya found it hard to imagine her pulling off a side-handed slight.
The horses, however, did not disappoint. Both horses were beautiful specimens in spite of their silly names, which forced Imeeya to smile a bit. ”The names don’t seem to have affected the quality of the horses,” Imeeya observed. Hanging back for a moment, Imeeya allowed her princess the first pick of the horses. She chose Rose leaving Imeeya with the taller, blonde Bunny. Imeeya stepped forward and lightly pet the horse’s nose, it flared its nostrils at her and snorted. Imeeya hesitated a moment, but then pet the horse’s head again and as far as Imeeya could tell it seemed a bit more relaxed this time. She would have sworn that the horse’s eyes seemed to be smiling at her, as she grew more confident in her nose pats. Then Vangelis’s words interrupted her thoughts.
“Yes, I’m almost ready.” Imeeya called back to Vangelis. Imeeya turned to check on Asia, seeing her busy with her own horse. She gestured to a stable hand to help her up into the saddle. Once in the saddle, she rearranged her skirts, then rode out to join Vangelis and Selene. ”We can head out whenever Asia decides to join us.” She said to the two of them glancing back at her cousin. She tried to hide the frustration in her voice, but it was the second time that Asia was holding them up that morning.
As Asia finally descended the stairs, Imeeya couldn’t help but look a bit annoyed by her tardiness. Things between her and Asia had been tense lately, and being forced to spend time together in tight quarters hadn’t helped, especially not with Imeeya’s seasickness. So the events of night where Asia had kissed a man out in the open had gone completely undiscussed. Now they had been at odds for so long that it seemed that almost anything that Asia did managed to find a way to get on her nerves and this was no exception. Even the apology rang hollow on Imeeya’s ears, and she barely acknowledged her cousin’s presence before the three of them headed out the door.
Imeeya followed her cousin into the open top carriage provided by the Leventis for their day out riding. Despite the tension between her and Asia, Imeeya was looking forward to the opportunity to go out riding. It was something that she never got to do as much as she wanted. She knew the reputation of the Leventi horses, and she was looking forward to trying out one of these well-reputed horses. Still, the atmosphere in the carriage itself was tense, as Imeeya stared out at the surrounding countryside quietly. There seemed to be an uncrossable gulf between the two of them. She wouldn’t have even known what to say to Asia had she been inclined to talk to her.
Luckily, the journey to the Leventi manor wasn’t a long one, which meant that her mood had not been entirely spoiled by the tense trip. This was fortunate, as they were greeted at the carriage by none other than their host. Imeeya descended from the carriage taking Vangelis’s offered hand. As Vangelis introduced her first to the Lord of the manor and then his daughter Selene of Leventi, Imeeya bowed her head towards them in turn. She had heard Selene’s name around Midas when she had previously come to visit, but with all of the trouble surrounding the storm, Imeeya had not previously met the woman in person, though she did recognize her as the woman who Vangelis had been speaking with before riding off to battle.
”Thank you so much for your generosity and hospitality.” Imeeya addressed to Fotios. Then she turned to Selene as the woman greeted her. ”It’s so nice to meet you as well, Lady Selene. And thank you for preparing the horses for us.” Imeeya wasn’t sure if she was supposed to take it as an insult to her horsemanship that Selene had prepared the tamest mares for them, but Imeeya knew better than to respond to that potential provocation. Besides, the woman seemed very genuine. Imeeya found it hard to imagine her pulling off a side-handed slight.
The horses, however, did not disappoint. Both horses were beautiful specimens in spite of their silly names, which forced Imeeya to smile a bit. ”The names don’t seem to have affected the quality of the horses,” Imeeya observed. Hanging back for a moment, Imeeya allowed her princess the first pick of the horses. She chose Rose leaving Imeeya with the taller, blonde Bunny. Imeeya stepped forward and lightly pet the horse’s nose, it flared its nostrils at her and snorted. Imeeya hesitated a moment, but then pet the horse’s head again and as far as Imeeya could tell it seemed a bit more relaxed this time. She would have sworn that the horse’s eyes seemed to be smiling at her, as she grew more confident in her nose pats. Then Vangelis’s words interrupted her thoughts.
“Yes, I’m almost ready.” Imeeya called back to Vangelis. Imeeya turned to check on Asia, seeing her busy with her own horse. She gestured to a stable hand to help her up into the saddle. Once in the saddle, she rearranged her skirts, then rode out to join Vangelis and Selene. ”We can head out whenever Asia decides to join us.” She said to the two of them glancing back at her cousin. She tried to hide the frustration in her voice, but it was the second time that Asia was holding them up that morning.
After greetings were made, Asia wasn't sure how she felt about Lord Fotios. He was intimidating, to say the least, just by his aura that he gave off. Combine her intimidation, Imeeya's attitude this morning before they left, and her irritation with Vangelis' injuries, Athanasia was very cool as she ducked her head in respect as she greeted their host with a perfect curtsy that her mother had taught her. "Hello, Lord Leventi. Thank you for your hospitality for my family and myself." The epitome of respect and grace for the moment, her coolness slipped only when she saw Lady Selene again.
Athanasia was happy to see her friend again, she was one of the few females that Asia felt that she could hang around and not be bored with. "It's good to see you as well, Lady Selene. I hope you have been well since you left Colchis?" When she let go of her hands, Athanasia stepped back to look over the horses that were brought out for riding. She still remembered the few galloping lessons that Selene had given her, hoping that she could surprise her by showing that her fear was completely gone now. For a moment, Asia let her excitement show in her smile as she looked over the horses, forgetting how irritated she was not too long ago.
When they were asked to go pick their horses, Asia didn't hesitate as she went for the smaller brown one, Rose. The temperament reminding her of her own horse that Selene had given her, though the coloring didn't match at all. Giving a gentle pat and a chin scratch, Athanasia was up on the horse quickly, showing how much she had been practicing as she did so without a wobble as if she might fall. The stable hand looked over at Lady Selene and the prince in fear as Asia brushed off any assistance, moving right behind Imeeya just so they reached the other pair at the same moment. It was there that she truly caught it, the snide remark about her joining them in the ride as if she were still over and brushing the horse. If Rose hadn't already been tacked up, that may have been the case, but not this time. Giving her cousin a look that said that she heard the frustration, no matter how it was attempted to be hidden, Asia's voice was very flat as she responded. "I am right here." This was the third time her cousin had been snide when talking to or about her. First on the boat, and then this morning and now. What was her issue? Not even saying another word, Athanasia moved her horse to stand on Selene's other side, lifting her chin slightly in her own growing annoyance.
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After greetings were made, Asia wasn't sure how she felt about Lord Fotios. He was intimidating, to say the least, just by his aura that he gave off. Combine her intimidation, Imeeya's attitude this morning before they left, and her irritation with Vangelis' injuries, Athanasia was very cool as she ducked her head in respect as she greeted their host with a perfect curtsy that her mother had taught her. "Hello, Lord Leventi. Thank you for your hospitality for my family and myself." The epitome of respect and grace for the moment, her coolness slipped only when she saw Lady Selene again.
Athanasia was happy to see her friend again, she was one of the few females that Asia felt that she could hang around and not be bored with. "It's good to see you as well, Lady Selene. I hope you have been well since you left Colchis?" When she let go of her hands, Athanasia stepped back to look over the horses that were brought out for riding. She still remembered the few galloping lessons that Selene had given her, hoping that she could surprise her by showing that her fear was completely gone now. For a moment, Asia let her excitement show in her smile as she looked over the horses, forgetting how irritated she was not too long ago.
When they were asked to go pick their horses, Asia didn't hesitate as she went for the smaller brown one, Rose. The temperament reminding her of her own horse that Selene had given her, though the coloring didn't match at all. Giving a gentle pat and a chin scratch, Athanasia was up on the horse quickly, showing how much she had been practicing as she did so without a wobble as if she might fall. The stable hand looked over at Lady Selene and the prince in fear as Asia brushed off any assistance, moving right behind Imeeya just so they reached the other pair at the same moment. It was there that she truly caught it, the snide remark about her joining them in the ride as if she were still over and brushing the horse. If Rose hadn't already been tacked up, that may have been the case, but not this time. Giving her cousin a look that said that she heard the frustration, no matter how it was attempted to be hidden, Asia's voice was very flat as she responded. "I am right here." This was the third time her cousin had been snide when talking to or about her. First on the boat, and then this morning and now. What was her issue? Not even saying another word, Athanasia moved her horse to stand on Selene's other side, lifting her chin slightly in her own growing annoyance.
After greetings were made, Asia wasn't sure how she felt about Lord Fotios. He was intimidating, to say the least, just by his aura that he gave off. Combine her intimidation, Imeeya's attitude this morning before they left, and her irritation with Vangelis' injuries, Athanasia was very cool as she ducked her head in respect as she greeted their host with a perfect curtsy that her mother had taught her. "Hello, Lord Leventi. Thank you for your hospitality for my family and myself." The epitome of respect and grace for the moment, her coolness slipped only when she saw Lady Selene again.
Athanasia was happy to see her friend again, she was one of the few females that Asia felt that she could hang around and not be bored with. "It's good to see you as well, Lady Selene. I hope you have been well since you left Colchis?" When she let go of her hands, Athanasia stepped back to look over the horses that were brought out for riding. She still remembered the few galloping lessons that Selene had given her, hoping that she could surprise her by showing that her fear was completely gone now. For a moment, Asia let her excitement show in her smile as she looked over the horses, forgetting how irritated she was not too long ago.
When they were asked to go pick their horses, Asia didn't hesitate as she went for the smaller brown one, Rose. The temperament reminding her of her own horse that Selene had given her, though the coloring didn't match at all. Giving a gentle pat and a chin scratch, Athanasia was up on the horse quickly, showing how much she had been practicing as she did so without a wobble as if she might fall. The stable hand looked over at Lady Selene and the prince in fear as Asia brushed off any assistance, moving right behind Imeeya just so they reached the other pair at the same moment. It was there that she truly caught it, the snide remark about her joining them in the ride as if she were still over and brushing the horse. If Rose hadn't already been tacked up, that may have been the case, but not this time. Giving her cousin a look that said that she heard the frustration, no matter how it was attempted to be hidden, Asia's voice was very flat as she responded. "I am right here." This was the third time her cousin had been snide when talking to or about her. First on the boat, and then this morning and now. What was her issue? Not even saying another word, Athanasia moved her horse to stand on Selene's other side, lifting her chin slightly in her own growing annoyance.
Selene hadn’t been sure why there was a bit of tension between the girls, but it wasn’t like she was in any place to ask. The horses have been chosen without knowing either of their abilities on horseback, not wishing to embarrass either of them or to injure them due to inexperience. She didn’t want to seem like she was showing off her own skills, only to have either of them injured. It wasn’t an insult that she’d picked docile horses-- the last thing she wanted to do was ruin the friendship that had developed between the two families.
Horses were chosen and Selene watched carefully as each girl mounted. It wasn’t a surprise to her that Asia chooses to mount without assistance, as the girl seemed to have her own agenda on the ride. There would have been an expectation, that someone of her status would prefer to gentle help to mount a beast such as Rose. At least, most of the people of Taegnea expected the same from her. There were always surprised when she was able to pull herself up onto her mare without a step up. It took a lot of upper arm strength to do so and came with a risk of making a fool, but plenty of failed attempts had allowed her to figure out how to do so.
With a smile to both girls, eyes drifting to Vang’s with a bit of mirth behind them, she quickly mounted Ophelia in one smooth motion. As soon as she was settled, the horse underneath danced anxiously. But still, she adjusted the skirts of her chiton before taking the reigns firmly in her hands. ”The outskirts of the city allow for some beautiful trails within the forests. Nothing like my home, but still quite breathtaking with its views.” Turning Ophelia towards the gates, Selene smiled brightly with a nod to her uncle in farewell. They had already spoken about her need to make a good impression, on the importance of not embarrassing the family. Selene had a hard time not rolling her eyes at him as if she was one to make a fool of herself like Nana.
She waited for Vang to take his mount before nudging Ophelia forward. The streets of the city wouldn’t allow for them to ride and carry on much of a conversation, save with the person behind him. Selene hadn’t been sure where Vang would place himself. As a natural leader, taking the lead would have made sense, but perhaps he would prefer to fall behind, to protect the party from the rear. Still, as this was her kingdom, she took the lead, a click of her tongue and a slight shift in her weight moved the party forward into the crowds and towards the outskirts of the city.
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Selene hadn’t been sure why there was a bit of tension between the girls, but it wasn’t like she was in any place to ask. The horses have been chosen without knowing either of their abilities on horseback, not wishing to embarrass either of them or to injure them due to inexperience. She didn’t want to seem like she was showing off her own skills, only to have either of them injured. It wasn’t an insult that she’d picked docile horses-- the last thing she wanted to do was ruin the friendship that had developed between the two families.
Horses were chosen and Selene watched carefully as each girl mounted. It wasn’t a surprise to her that Asia chooses to mount without assistance, as the girl seemed to have her own agenda on the ride. There would have been an expectation, that someone of her status would prefer to gentle help to mount a beast such as Rose. At least, most of the people of Taegnea expected the same from her. There were always surprised when she was able to pull herself up onto her mare without a step up. It took a lot of upper arm strength to do so and came with a risk of making a fool, but plenty of failed attempts had allowed her to figure out how to do so.
With a smile to both girls, eyes drifting to Vang’s with a bit of mirth behind them, she quickly mounted Ophelia in one smooth motion. As soon as she was settled, the horse underneath danced anxiously. But still, she adjusted the skirts of her chiton before taking the reigns firmly in her hands. ”The outskirts of the city allow for some beautiful trails within the forests. Nothing like my home, but still quite breathtaking with its views.” Turning Ophelia towards the gates, Selene smiled brightly with a nod to her uncle in farewell. They had already spoken about her need to make a good impression, on the importance of not embarrassing the family. Selene had a hard time not rolling her eyes at him as if she was one to make a fool of herself like Nana.
She waited for Vang to take his mount before nudging Ophelia forward. The streets of the city wouldn’t allow for them to ride and carry on much of a conversation, save with the person behind him. Selene hadn’t been sure where Vang would place himself. As a natural leader, taking the lead would have made sense, but perhaps he would prefer to fall behind, to protect the party from the rear. Still, as this was her kingdom, she took the lead, a click of her tongue and a slight shift in her weight moved the party forward into the crowds and towards the outskirts of the city.
Selene hadn’t been sure why there was a bit of tension between the girls, but it wasn’t like she was in any place to ask. The horses have been chosen without knowing either of their abilities on horseback, not wishing to embarrass either of them or to injure them due to inexperience. She didn’t want to seem like she was showing off her own skills, only to have either of them injured. It wasn’t an insult that she’d picked docile horses-- the last thing she wanted to do was ruin the friendship that had developed between the two families.
Horses were chosen and Selene watched carefully as each girl mounted. It wasn’t a surprise to her that Asia chooses to mount without assistance, as the girl seemed to have her own agenda on the ride. There would have been an expectation, that someone of her status would prefer to gentle help to mount a beast such as Rose. At least, most of the people of Taegnea expected the same from her. There were always surprised when she was able to pull herself up onto her mare without a step up. It took a lot of upper arm strength to do so and came with a risk of making a fool, but plenty of failed attempts had allowed her to figure out how to do so.
With a smile to both girls, eyes drifting to Vang’s with a bit of mirth behind them, she quickly mounted Ophelia in one smooth motion. As soon as she was settled, the horse underneath danced anxiously. But still, she adjusted the skirts of her chiton before taking the reigns firmly in her hands. ”The outskirts of the city allow for some beautiful trails within the forests. Nothing like my home, but still quite breathtaking with its views.” Turning Ophelia towards the gates, Selene smiled brightly with a nod to her uncle in farewell. They had already spoken about her need to make a good impression, on the importance of not embarrassing the family. Selene had a hard time not rolling her eyes at him as if she was one to make a fool of herself like Nana.
She waited for Vang to take his mount before nudging Ophelia forward. The streets of the city wouldn’t allow for them to ride and carry on much of a conversation, save with the person behind him. Selene hadn’t been sure where Vang would place himself. As a natural leader, taking the lead would have made sense, but perhaps he would prefer to fall behind, to protect the party from the rear. Still, as this was her kingdom, she took the lead, a click of her tongue and a slight shift in her weight moved the party forward into the crowds and towards the outskirts of the city.
Once the party were all successfully on horseback, Vangelis was about to ascend to the back of his own mount. He had remained on the ground until then - the last to reach back up towards the saddle he had only just vacated - so that he could what his cousin and sister mount their own mares and ensure that everything was in place. His trained eye fell upon their bridles and reins, the straps of their saddles in case of shifting. He would have gone over and inspected them by hand if it wouldn't have appeared to be a gesture of distrust in the Leventi family. In truth, Vangelis knew that no family in all of Greece was as well-ventured in horse-riding. There was no way a house of such avid riders wouldn't have the best and most capable stable hands in the kingdom. There was no need for his concern. But old habits died hard and Vangelis' attitude of taking everything in hand personally; checking everything, building everything, supervising every twist and turn - had led to both his success as a General and a Prince, as well as his own survival in many situations. So... while he didn't move to check the horses and their tack personally, there was nothing that could stop him casting an assessing eye over everything in his presence. Especially when it came to his relatives. Even more so, his sister.
But, as was expected, nothing shifted, nothing strained - everything was fastened to the animals exactly right. Which meant he could focus on his own actions.
Reaching up to take hold of his horse's shallow saddle and pulling himself up onto the beasts back, there was little difficulty in his muscles executing the action - even with the slash his arm had taken in the attack on the Creed's enclave the previous day. Despite the animal being the biggest of the group, Vangelis was also the tallest of the humans and, being male, easily had the upper body strength required to secure his seat.
Taking up the reins in one hand and placing a hand on the rump of the stallion to look back as he turned the creature around, Vangelis moved as if to follow Selene directly from the courtyard but the paused to allow his cousin and sister to proceed him. Just like with the checking of their riding equipment. If he couldn't see them, he couldn't check on their safety.
Allowing the two girls to go first, Vangelis was pleased to see that - unlike Selene and his own rides - the two mares were sedate and calm. They were young and had energy, he was sure, but their temperaments were tame, and they followed the lead of Selene's horse with - he suspected - barely a touch from the girls themselves.
Following behind the group and bringing up the rear, Vangelis had a harder time keeping his animal under control. Amongst a group of fillies, the male was eager to stomp forward and start stretching its muscles. Vangelis kept him well in hand, however, as they left the Leventi estate to head down the main street.
With the manor built on the edge of the city, there was little distance to travel down the road before they were reaching the city walls. Conversation was impossible in their single file formation, but their procession in such a line didn't last for long. Once they had breached the walls of the city, Vangelis steered his horse to come up beside Imeeya and then Asia, the mares following lead until the four of them were in a little grouping instead of a line by the time they reached the edge of a forested area on the western edge of the capitol.
Bringing his mount to a little halt, the animal side stepping a little in his excitement, Vangelis looked out through the trees and assessed the ground. Instead of covered in divots and raised roots as most forest trails were, this one was wide and flat and clearly patted down by the weight of a thousand different hooves. It was most obviously a common riding path and Vangelis' mind was set at ease that his sister (whom he knew to not be the most confident of riders) would be fine.
The path that led them through the forest was a little dark, despite the hour, as the sunlight trickled in through the branches, creating a speckled pattern over the trail, the horses and their riders. They journeyed in silence for a few moments, until the path opened up and they were able to ride as a closer-knit group without worry of bumping into one another. The four of them fell into a natural set up of the two younger riders up front and Selene had naturally fallen behind to ride beside the prince. From this position, Vangelis could keep an eye on the girls and take action if anything was to spook their horses from their contented calm.
The new formation, however, brought him beside Selene and offered the opportunity for conversation. Small talk had never been Vangelis strong suit and he cast out a thought for something worthy of note that he could verbalise into the pretty and intimate atmosphere that the trees offered. He allowed his mount to slow a little, so that Selene and he might converse without the hearing of the others of their party.
"I thank you for the time you've given us today." He told her, beginning with the polite mannerisms he had been raised with. "Athanasia has not been confident on the back of a horse since you left Colchis... it's nice to see her eager to ride more..."
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Once the party were all successfully on horseback, Vangelis was about to ascend to the back of his own mount. He had remained on the ground until then - the last to reach back up towards the saddle he had only just vacated - so that he could what his cousin and sister mount their own mares and ensure that everything was in place. His trained eye fell upon their bridles and reins, the straps of their saddles in case of shifting. He would have gone over and inspected them by hand if it wouldn't have appeared to be a gesture of distrust in the Leventi family. In truth, Vangelis knew that no family in all of Greece was as well-ventured in horse-riding. There was no way a house of such avid riders wouldn't have the best and most capable stable hands in the kingdom. There was no need for his concern. But old habits died hard and Vangelis' attitude of taking everything in hand personally; checking everything, building everything, supervising every twist and turn - had led to both his success as a General and a Prince, as well as his own survival in many situations. So... while he didn't move to check the horses and their tack personally, there was nothing that could stop him casting an assessing eye over everything in his presence. Especially when it came to his relatives. Even more so, his sister.
But, as was expected, nothing shifted, nothing strained - everything was fastened to the animals exactly right. Which meant he could focus on his own actions.
Reaching up to take hold of his horse's shallow saddle and pulling himself up onto the beasts back, there was little difficulty in his muscles executing the action - even with the slash his arm had taken in the attack on the Creed's enclave the previous day. Despite the animal being the biggest of the group, Vangelis was also the tallest of the humans and, being male, easily had the upper body strength required to secure his seat.
Taking up the reins in one hand and placing a hand on the rump of the stallion to look back as he turned the creature around, Vangelis moved as if to follow Selene directly from the courtyard but the paused to allow his cousin and sister to proceed him. Just like with the checking of their riding equipment. If he couldn't see them, he couldn't check on their safety.
Allowing the two girls to go first, Vangelis was pleased to see that - unlike Selene and his own rides - the two mares were sedate and calm. They were young and had energy, he was sure, but their temperaments were tame, and they followed the lead of Selene's horse with - he suspected - barely a touch from the girls themselves.
Following behind the group and bringing up the rear, Vangelis had a harder time keeping his animal under control. Amongst a group of fillies, the male was eager to stomp forward and start stretching its muscles. Vangelis kept him well in hand, however, as they left the Leventi estate to head down the main street.
With the manor built on the edge of the city, there was little distance to travel down the road before they were reaching the city walls. Conversation was impossible in their single file formation, but their procession in such a line didn't last for long. Once they had breached the walls of the city, Vangelis steered his horse to come up beside Imeeya and then Asia, the mares following lead until the four of them were in a little grouping instead of a line by the time they reached the edge of a forested area on the western edge of the capitol.
Bringing his mount to a little halt, the animal side stepping a little in his excitement, Vangelis looked out through the trees and assessed the ground. Instead of covered in divots and raised roots as most forest trails were, this one was wide and flat and clearly patted down by the weight of a thousand different hooves. It was most obviously a common riding path and Vangelis' mind was set at ease that his sister (whom he knew to not be the most confident of riders) would be fine.
The path that led them through the forest was a little dark, despite the hour, as the sunlight trickled in through the branches, creating a speckled pattern over the trail, the horses and their riders. They journeyed in silence for a few moments, until the path opened up and they were able to ride as a closer-knit group without worry of bumping into one another. The four of them fell into a natural set up of the two younger riders up front and Selene had naturally fallen behind to ride beside the prince. From this position, Vangelis could keep an eye on the girls and take action if anything was to spook their horses from their contented calm.
The new formation, however, brought him beside Selene and offered the opportunity for conversation. Small talk had never been Vangelis strong suit and he cast out a thought for something worthy of note that he could verbalise into the pretty and intimate atmosphere that the trees offered. He allowed his mount to slow a little, so that Selene and he might converse without the hearing of the others of their party.
"I thank you for the time you've given us today." He told her, beginning with the polite mannerisms he had been raised with. "Athanasia has not been confident on the back of a horse since you left Colchis... it's nice to see her eager to ride more..."
Once the party were all successfully on horseback, Vangelis was about to ascend to the back of his own mount. He had remained on the ground until then - the last to reach back up towards the saddle he had only just vacated - so that he could what his cousin and sister mount their own mares and ensure that everything was in place. His trained eye fell upon their bridles and reins, the straps of their saddles in case of shifting. He would have gone over and inspected them by hand if it wouldn't have appeared to be a gesture of distrust in the Leventi family. In truth, Vangelis knew that no family in all of Greece was as well-ventured in horse-riding. There was no way a house of such avid riders wouldn't have the best and most capable stable hands in the kingdom. There was no need for his concern. But old habits died hard and Vangelis' attitude of taking everything in hand personally; checking everything, building everything, supervising every twist and turn - had led to both his success as a General and a Prince, as well as his own survival in many situations. So... while he didn't move to check the horses and their tack personally, there was nothing that could stop him casting an assessing eye over everything in his presence. Especially when it came to his relatives. Even more so, his sister.
But, as was expected, nothing shifted, nothing strained - everything was fastened to the animals exactly right. Which meant he could focus on his own actions.
Reaching up to take hold of his horse's shallow saddle and pulling himself up onto the beasts back, there was little difficulty in his muscles executing the action - even with the slash his arm had taken in the attack on the Creed's enclave the previous day. Despite the animal being the biggest of the group, Vangelis was also the tallest of the humans and, being male, easily had the upper body strength required to secure his seat.
Taking up the reins in one hand and placing a hand on the rump of the stallion to look back as he turned the creature around, Vangelis moved as if to follow Selene directly from the courtyard but the paused to allow his cousin and sister to proceed him. Just like with the checking of their riding equipment. If he couldn't see them, he couldn't check on their safety.
Allowing the two girls to go first, Vangelis was pleased to see that - unlike Selene and his own rides - the two mares were sedate and calm. They were young and had energy, he was sure, but their temperaments were tame, and they followed the lead of Selene's horse with - he suspected - barely a touch from the girls themselves.
Following behind the group and bringing up the rear, Vangelis had a harder time keeping his animal under control. Amongst a group of fillies, the male was eager to stomp forward and start stretching its muscles. Vangelis kept him well in hand, however, as they left the Leventi estate to head down the main street.
With the manor built on the edge of the city, there was little distance to travel down the road before they were reaching the city walls. Conversation was impossible in their single file formation, but their procession in such a line didn't last for long. Once they had breached the walls of the city, Vangelis steered his horse to come up beside Imeeya and then Asia, the mares following lead until the four of them were in a little grouping instead of a line by the time they reached the edge of a forested area on the western edge of the capitol.
Bringing his mount to a little halt, the animal side stepping a little in his excitement, Vangelis looked out through the trees and assessed the ground. Instead of covered in divots and raised roots as most forest trails were, this one was wide and flat and clearly patted down by the weight of a thousand different hooves. It was most obviously a common riding path and Vangelis' mind was set at ease that his sister (whom he knew to not be the most confident of riders) would be fine.
The path that led them through the forest was a little dark, despite the hour, as the sunlight trickled in through the branches, creating a speckled pattern over the trail, the horses and their riders. They journeyed in silence for a few moments, until the path opened up and they were able to ride as a closer-knit group without worry of bumping into one another. The four of them fell into a natural set up of the two younger riders up front and Selene had naturally fallen behind to ride beside the prince. From this position, Vangelis could keep an eye on the girls and take action if anything was to spook their horses from their contented calm.
The new formation, however, brought him beside Selene and offered the opportunity for conversation. Small talk had never been Vangelis strong suit and he cast out a thought for something worthy of note that he could verbalise into the pretty and intimate atmosphere that the trees offered. He allowed his mount to slow a little, so that Selene and he might converse without the hearing of the others of their party.
"I thank you for the time you've given us today." He told her, beginning with the polite mannerisms he had been raised with. "Athanasia has not been confident on the back of a horse since you left Colchis... it's nice to see her eager to ride more..."
Imeeya jumped a bit as she saw Asia so close behind her, and the horse snorted as it picked up her surprise, but its even temperament keeping it steady in the face of Imeeya’s reaction. She had thought that Asia was back in the stable with her horse and hadn’t realized she was so near. Still, the surprise did nothing to help her mood. Imeeya didn’t like surprises, even pleasant surprised seemed to highlight to her that she had missed something that she should have been paying attention to. Just like she should have known something was going on with Asia when she disappeared that day at the market. Still, that was in the past, or at least Imeeya strongly hoped that it was for Asia’s sake at the very least. Imeeya tried to push the image of that night from her head as she joined Vangelis and Selene.
Imeeya waited patiently as the two of them mounted their own horses. Imeeya relaxed a bit into the moment as Selene spoke of the route they were going to take. She smiled over at Selene. ”I’m sure that it will be a beautiful ride.” Imeeya replied diplomatically. She was looking forward to getting out of the city and seeing some of the countryside. It would be a good change after the tension and chaos of the previous day to be able to experience something more sedate and serene.
The group quickly fell into line, with Selene leading the way through the crowded streets of the city. Imeeya was glad for the escort, she remembered the time she had spent wandering the through the unfamiliar streets the day before and was glad that she didn’t have to find her own way outside the city walls. A docile and obedient horse, Bunny required no cue as she followed Selene’s and Asia’s horses through the streets. With the horse doing all the work, Imeeya found her mind wandering. Her irritation at Asia still burned as she watched the back of Asia’s head. Originally, Imeeya had wanted to put this all behind her. The less they talked about it, the less chance there was of the knowledge of the princess’s kiss would spread. But Imeeya was finding the silence hard to bear, she was going to have to let this out sometime, either that or she was going to have to explain to Vangelis why she couldn’t travel on the same boat as Asia on the way home. This was unsustainable. By the time the group came to a halt just outside the forest, Imeeya had come to a conclusion. She’d have to find a way to get things out in the open.
Imeeya rode alongside Asia in silence for a while, as her horse walked itself down a familiar trail, needing Imeeya only to prevent it from stopping and grazing on the surrounding foliage. With Selene and Vang having dropped a suitable distance behind, Imeeya finally felt that she could confront Asia. ”How could you do that?” Imeeya accused, trying to keep her voice at a low enough level that the others could not overhear. Still, the annoyance was evident in her tone. Only after the outburst did Imeeya realize that she had given no context. ”I saw you with him, the night of the market.” she added so that Asia had some idea of what she was referring to.
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Imeeya jumped a bit as she saw Asia so close behind her, and the horse snorted as it picked up her surprise, but its even temperament keeping it steady in the face of Imeeya’s reaction. She had thought that Asia was back in the stable with her horse and hadn’t realized she was so near. Still, the surprise did nothing to help her mood. Imeeya didn’t like surprises, even pleasant surprised seemed to highlight to her that she had missed something that she should have been paying attention to. Just like she should have known something was going on with Asia when she disappeared that day at the market. Still, that was in the past, or at least Imeeya strongly hoped that it was for Asia’s sake at the very least. Imeeya tried to push the image of that night from her head as she joined Vangelis and Selene.
Imeeya waited patiently as the two of them mounted their own horses. Imeeya relaxed a bit into the moment as Selene spoke of the route they were going to take. She smiled over at Selene. ”I’m sure that it will be a beautiful ride.” Imeeya replied diplomatically. She was looking forward to getting out of the city and seeing some of the countryside. It would be a good change after the tension and chaos of the previous day to be able to experience something more sedate and serene.
The group quickly fell into line, with Selene leading the way through the crowded streets of the city. Imeeya was glad for the escort, she remembered the time she had spent wandering the through the unfamiliar streets the day before and was glad that she didn’t have to find her own way outside the city walls. A docile and obedient horse, Bunny required no cue as she followed Selene’s and Asia’s horses through the streets. With the horse doing all the work, Imeeya found her mind wandering. Her irritation at Asia still burned as she watched the back of Asia’s head. Originally, Imeeya had wanted to put this all behind her. The less they talked about it, the less chance there was of the knowledge of the princess’s kiss would spread. But Imeeya was finding the silence hard to bear, she was going to have to let this out sometime, either that or she was going to have to explain to Vangelis why she couldn’t travel on the same boat as Asia on the way home. This was unsustainable. By the time the group came to a halt just outside the forest, Imeeya had come to a conclusion. She’d have to find a way to get things out in the open.
Imeeya rode alongside Asia in silence for a while, as her horse walked itself down a familiar trail, needing Imeeya only to prevent it from stopping and grazing on the surrounding foliage. With Selene and Vang having dropped a suitable distance behind, Imeeya finally felt that she could confront Asia. ”How could you do that?” Imeeya accused, trying to keep her voice at a low enough level that the others could not overhear. Still, the annoyance was evident in her tone. Only after the outburst did Imeeya realize that she had given no context. ”I saw you with him, the night of the market.” she added so that Asia had some idea of what she was referring to.
Imeeya jumped a bit as she saw Asia so close behind her, and the horse snorted as it picked up her surprise, but its even temperament keeping it steady in the face of Imeeya’s reaction. She had thought that Asia was back in the stable with her horse and hadn’t realized she was so near. Still, the surprise did nothing to help her mood. Imeeya didn’t like surprises, even pleasant surprised seemed to highlight to her that she had missed something that she should have been paying attention to. Just like she should have known something was going on with Asia when she disappeared that day at the market. Still, that was in the past, or at least Imeeya strongly hoped that it was for Asia’s sake at the very least. Imeeya tried to push the image of that night from her head as she joined Vangelis and Selene.
Imeeya waited patiently as the two of them mounted their own horses. Imeeya relaxed a bit into the moment as Selene spoke of the route they were going to take. She smiled over at Selene. ”I’m sure that it will be a beautiful ride.” Imeeya replied diplomatically. She was looking forward to getting out of the city and seeing some of the countryside. It would be a good change after the tension and chaos of the previous day to be able to experience something more sedate and serene.
The group quickly fell into line, with Selene leading the way through the crowded streets of the city. Imeeya was glad for the escort, she remembered the time she had spent wandering the through the unfamiliar streets the day before and was glad that she didn’t have to find her own way outside the city walls. A docile and obedient horse, Bunny required no cue as she followed Selene’s and Asia’s horses through the streets. With the horse doing all the work, Imeeya found her mind wandering. Her irritation at Asia still burned as she watched the back of Asia’s head. Originally, Imeeya had wanted to put this all behind her. The less they talked about it, the less chance there was of the knowledge of the princess’s kiss would spread. But Imeeya was finding the silence hard to bear, she was going to have to let this out sometime, either that or she was going to have to explain to Vangelis why she couldn’t travel on the same boat as Asia on the way home. This was unsustainable. By the time the group came to a halt just outside the forest, Imeeya had come to a conclusion. She’d have to find a way to get things out in the open.
Imeeya rode alongside Asia in silence for a while, as her horse walked itself down a familiar trail, needing Imeeya only to prevent it from stopping and grazing on the surrounding foliage. With Selene and Vang having dropped a suitable distance behind, Imeeya finally felt that she could confront Asia. ”How could you do that?” Imeeya accused, trying to keep her voice at a low enough level that the others could not overhear. Still, the annoyance was evident in her tone. Only after the outburst did Imeeya realize that she had given no context. ”I saw you with him, the night of the market.” she added so that Asia had some idea of what she was referring to.
The pace of the group was that of immense leisure, and Selene was enjoying the change in her life. Everything had been so hectic, so difficult for the whole family. Between the wedding, the pregnancy and the Creed, there had been little time for any of them to step back and just enjoy what life had to offer. They couldn’t slow down, not when so much was depending on the pace they were keeping. But with the wedding all but planned, the men safely home from the hunt and the baby due any day, there was a chance to relax.
And ever since they’d come back yesterday, it had become more apparent that they would get the chance to do just that.
She loved the city, would have loved to stop and show the girls a few of her favorite vendors. But the idea of riding out in the open was too appealing for her to stop. Perhaps she would convince Vangelis to allow her another day to take them out to experience the finer things that they had to offer. Perhaps she would arrange a private fitting with one of her favorite seamstresses. Or have a parade of vendors brought to their lodging to shop from the comforts it provided. But, for now, she was too excited for the chance at fresh air and sunshine and good company to plan too far ahead.
As the broke through the border of the city in the wilder part of the capitol, she let herself relax a bit into the saddle. It was easy to see that her shoulders dropped a bit, that her hips and back settled into the well-loved saddle she’d been using for the past decade. Her grip on the reigns relaxed a bit as she allowed the two girls in front, falling in line next to Vangelis. It was easy for her to follow his lead, to let the distance give them a bit of space so that they could talk without much of an audience.
His initial comment brought a soft bubble of laughter from her chest. ”I should be thanking you, actually.” She let one hand settle into her lap, the other keeping the reigns close if she needed them. ”Between the baby and the wedding, I have not had a chance to enjoy a ride in weeks. And even less company to do it with. Pia cannot be on horseback for the safety of the baby. Theo is so focused on the wedding that I cannot convince her to break away from the house. Nana is too busy doing whatever it is she does all day and Imma prefers her paints. With the Creed, it has been impossible to convince anyone in a ride.” Her father had all but refused to allow the guards to let her ride. Too dangerous, too much of a risk.
Risk mitigated, and in the company of a General and Prince, there was little that could be said to refuse the ride. He would be able to protect them if they needed it.
Her eyes focused on Asia, watching her stance and shoulders on the back of the horse. Her form was stiff, but she couldn’t exactly tell if that was because of the horse or the company. ”I think being around confident women riders will help her relax a bit. I can imagine how hard it is to find your place in a house full of brothers. Always trying to be like them but unable to be like them. Give her time and she will continue to show her confidence.” Her eyes met his, smiling sweetly at him. It was that point that Ophelia decided to press closer to his own horse, her leg brushing against his with the motion. Her cheeks flushed a bit with the accidental, yet intimate contact.
And her horse snickered in response.
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The pace of the group was that of immense leisure, and Selene was enjoying the change in her life. Everything had been so hectic, so difficult for the whole family. Between the wedding, the pregnancy and the Creed, there had been little time for any of them to step back and just enjoy what life had to offer. They couldn’t slow down, not when so much was depending on the pace they were keeping. But with the wedding all but planned, the men safely home from the hunt and the baby due any day, there was a chance to relax.
And ever since they’d come back yesterday, it had become more apparent that they would get the chance to do just that.
She loved the city, would have loved to stop and show the girls a few of her favorite vendors. But the idea of riding out in the open was too appealing for her to stop. Perhaps she would convince Vangelis to allow her another day to take them out to experience the finer things that they had to offer. Perhaps she would arrange a private fitting with one of her favorite seamstresses. Or have a parade of vendors brought to their lodging to shop from the comforts it provided. But, for now, she was too excited for the chance at fresh air and sunshine and good company to plan too far ahead.
As the broke through the border of the city in the wilder part of the capitol, she let herself relax a bit into the saddle. It was easy to see that her shoulders dropped a bit, that her hips and back settled into the well-loved saddle she’d been using for the past decade. Her grip on the reigns relaxed a bit as she allowed the two girls in front, falling in line next to Vangelis. It was easy for her to follow his lead, to let the distance give them a bit of space so that they could talk without much of an audience.
His initial comment brought a soft bubble of laughter from her chest. ”I should be thanking you, actually.” She let one hand settle into her lap, the other keeping the reigns close if she needed them. ”Between the baby and the wedding, I have not had a chance to enjoy a ride in weeks. And even less company to do it with. Pia cannot be on horseback for the safety of the baby. Theo is so focused on the wedding that I cannot convince her to break away from the house. Nana is too busy doing whatever it is she does all day and Imma prefers her paints. With the Creed, it has been impossible to convince anyone in a ride.” Her father had all but refused to allow the guards to let her ride. Too dangerous, too much of a risk.
Risk mitigated, and in the company of a General and Prince, there was little that could be said to refuse the ride. He would be able to protect them if they needed it.
Her eyes focused on Asia, watching her stance and shoulders on the back of the horse. Her form was stiff, but she couldn’t exactly tell if that was because of the horse or the company. ”I think being around confident women riders will help her relax a bit. I can imagine how hard it is to find your place in a house full of brothers. Always trying to be like them but unable to be like them. Give her time and she will continue to show her confidence.” Her eyes met his, smiling sweetly at him. It was that point that Ophelia decided to press closer to his own horse, her leg brushing against his with the motion. Her cheeks flushed a bit with the accidental, yet intimate contact.
And her horse snickered in response.
The pace of the group was that of immense leisure, and Selene was enjoying the change in her life. Everything had been so hectic, so difficult for the whole family. Between the wedding, the pregnancy and the Creed, there had been little time for any of them to step back and just enjoy what life had to offer. They couldn’t slow down, not when so much was depending on the pace they were keeping. But with the wedding all but planned, the men safely home from the hunt and the baby due any day, there was a chance to relax.
And ever since they’d come back yesterday, it had become more apparent that they would get the chance to do just that.
She loved the city, would have loved to stop and show the girls a few of her favorite vendors. But the idea of riding out in the open was too appealing for her to stop. Perhaps she would convince Vangelis to allow her another day to take them out to experience the finer things that they had to offer. Perhaps she would arrange a private fitting with one of her favorite seamstresses. Or have a parade of vendors brought to their lodging to shop from the comforts it provided. But, for now, she was too excited for the chance at fresh air and sunshine and good company to plan too far ahead.
As the broke through the border of the city in the wilder part of the capitol, she let herself relax a bit into the saddle. It was easy to see that her shoulders dropped a bit, that her hips and back settled into the well-loved saddle she’d been using for the past decade. Her grip on the reigns relaxed a bit as she allowed the two girls in front, falling in line next to Vangelis. It was easy for her to follow his lead, to let the distance give them a bit of space so that they could talk without much of an audience.
His initial comment brought a soft bubble of laughter from her chest. ”I should be thanking you, actually.” She let one hand settle into her lap, the other keeping the reigns close if she needed them. ”Between the baby and the wedding, I have not had a chance to enjoy a ride in weeks. And even less company to do it with. Pia cannot be on horseback for the safety of the baby. Theo is so focused on the wedding that I cannot convince her to break away from the house. Nana is too busy doing whatever it is she does all day and Imma prefers her paints. With the Creed, it has been impossible to convince anyone in a ride.” Her father had all but refused to allow the guards to let her ride. Too dangerous, too much of a risk.
Risk mitigated, and in the company of a General and Prince, there was little that could be said to refuse the ride. He would be able to protect them if they needed it.
Her eyes focused on Asia, watching her stance and shoulders on the back of the horse. Her form was stiff, but she couldn’t exactly tell if that was because of the horse or the company. ”I think being around confident women riders will help her relax a bit. I can imagine how hard it is to find your place in a house full of brothers. Always trying to be like them but unable to be like them. Give her time and she will continue to show her confidence.” Her eyes met his, smiling sweetly at him. It was that point that Ophelia decided to press closer to his own horse, her leg brushing against his with the motion. Her cheeks flushed a bit with the accidental, yet intimate contact.
And her horse snickered in response.
Vangelis was not a chatter or a muser. He was not the kind of person to make appropriate "hmm" or "ah" noises as someone else spoke in order to encourage them that he was listening or show his thoughts vise a vie agreement or disagreement. Instead, he remained silent when others spoke, only occasionally offering a shift in his facial features for certain reactions and otherwise giving no insight into his thoughts and feelings on a matter until he actually opened his mouth and spoke them aloud. As such, his manner of conversation often made people nervous. They would speak, wait, and then speak some more when his answer wasn't immediate or he didn't encourage with bare noises. They would grow clumsy and stuttering, or blink at the bluntness of his answers and refusal to engage in idle speculation or gossip. For someone to be able to interact and communicate with the Stone Prince properly, they had to be a confident speaker. One able to articulate their thoughts, ask a direct question when they actually wanted an answer from him (otherwise he was often not to give one) and then be able to sit quietly for a moment and allow silence to far between their verbose and his own response.
Selene was just such a conversationalist. Clearly comfortable speaking with all kinds of people of all kinds of backgrounds and births, she never seemed to be thrown off by his mannerisms, behaviours or idiolect. It was relaxing to speak and spend time with her, for he had quickly gotten to a point in their acquaintance that meant he felt no need to attempt to read between the lines or seek alternate explanations for her words as he did with so many others (a talent that was not his forte). Instead, she spoke as she meant and she spoke with a sincerity to her tone that told him she was always honest. In the same way he never spoke a lie. It struck him that, if Selene was ever in a situation where an untruth needed to be told, she would simply find a way of communicating the information with words that were truthful instead of hurtful. Vangelis simply spoke the truth regardless, avoiding the lie entirely along with any compassion for the other person's feelings. Their goals in communication were the same. Selene was better at the skills required.
Once the two younger girls had ridden a little ahead, allowing for a certain amount of privacy for both of their conversations, Selene had spoken and offered Vangelis and insight into her life as it currently stood. His eyebrow raised only slightly when she stated that it was she who should be offering gratitude but for the rest of it, he remained quiet until she had finished.
"I think your view of the world is a generous one." Vangelis simple stated once she had fallen quiet. He glanced at her before looking forward once more and explaining. "You look at your sisters' preoccupations as something understandable. To be worked around. You do not put your own desires on equal standing, I think." Vangelis didn't look her way as he made this assessment, turning his attention instead to the trees around them. "It is a generous way to live."
The comments regarding Athanasia, Vangelis left for now, focusing instead on the first part of her comments. It was likely true that Asia struggled to find her place in a household so strongly dominated by men, but he wasn't sure how to address it. There was a small desire to speak of his conversation with Asia on the boat to Selene, hoping for a feminine perspective. But perhaps that was just his desire to actually speak with his mother regarding his sister and, given the sea that separated them, he was seeking another female he respected to fill the void. Plus, it felt odd to discuss such a personal matter with Athanasia only a few feet ahead, regardless of the distance rendering her deaf to the conversation.
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Vangelis was not a chatter or a muser. He was not the kind of person to make appropriate "hmm" or "ah" noises as someone else spoke in order to encourage them that he was listening or show his thoughts vise a vie agreement or disagreement. Instead, he remained silent when others spoke, only occasionally offering a shift in his facial features for certain reactions and otherwise giving no insight into his thoughts and feelings on a matter until he actually opened his mouth and spoke them aloud. As such, his manner of conversation often made people nervous. They would speak, wait, and then speak some more when his answer wasn't immediate or he didn't encourage with bare noises. They would grow clumsy and stuttering, or blink at the bluntness of his answers and refusal to engage in idle speculation or gossip. For someone to be able to interact and communicate with the Stone Prince properly, they had to be a confident speaker. One able to articulate their thoughts, ask a direct question when they actually wanted an answer from him (otherwise he was often not to give one) and then be able to sit quietly for a moment and allow silence to far between their verbose and his own response.
Selene was just such a conversationalist. Clearly comfortable speaking with all kinds of people of all kinds of backgrounds and births, she never seemed to be thrown off by his mannerisms, behaviours or idiolect. It was relaxing to speak and spend time with her, for he had quickly gotten to a point in their acquaintance that meant he felt no need to attempt to read between the lines or seek alternate explanations for her words as he did with so many others (a talent that was not his forte). Instead, she spoke as she meant and she spoke with a sincerity to her tone that told him she was always honest. In the same way he never spoke a lie. It struck him that, if Selene was ever in a situation where an untruth needed to be told, she would simply find a way of communicating the information with words that were truthful instead of hurtful. Vangelis simply spoke the truth regardless, avoiding the lie entirely along with any compassion for the other person's feelings. Their goals in communication were the same. Selene was better at the skills required.
Once the two younger girls had ridden a little ahead, allowing for a certain amount of privacy for both of their conversations, Selene had spoken and offered Vangelis and insight into her life as it currently stood. His eyebrow raised only slightly when she stated that it was she who should be offering gratitude but for the rest of it, he remained quiet until she had finished.
"I think your view of the world is a generous one." Vangelis simple stated once she had fallen quiet. He glanced at her before looking forward once more and explaining. "You look at your sisters' preoccupations as something understandable. To be worked around. You do not put your own desires on equal standing, I think." Vangelis didn't look her way as he made this assessment, turning his attention instead to the trees around them. "It is a generous way to live."
The comments regarding Athanasia, Vangelis left for now, focusing instead on the first part of her comments. It was likely true that Asia struggled to find her place in a household so strongly dominated by men, but he wasn't sure how to address it. There was a small desire to speak of his conversation with Asia on the boat to Selene, hoping for a feminine perspective. But perhaps that was just his desire to actually speak with his mother regarding his sister and, given the sea that separated them, he was seeking another female he respected to fill the void. Plus, it felt odd to discuss such a personal matter with Athanasia only a few feet ahead, regardless of the distance rendering her deaf to the conversation.
Vangelis was not a chatter or a muser. He was not the kind of person to make appropriate "hmm" or "ah" noises as someone else spoke in order to encourage them that he was listening or show his thoughts vise a vie agreement or disagreement. Instead, he remained silent when others spoke, only occasionally offering a shift in his facial features for certain reactions and otherwise giving no insight into his thoughts and feelings on a matter until he actually opened his mouth and spoke them aloud. As such, his manner of conversation often made people nervous. They would speak, wait, and then speak some more when his answer wasn't immediate or he didn't encourage with bare noises. They would grow clumsy and stuttering, or blink at the bluntness of his answers and refusal to engage in idle speculation or gossip. For someone to be able to interact and communicate with the Stone Prince properly, they had to be a confident speaker. One able to articulate their thoughts, ask a direct question when they actually wanted an answer from him (otherwise he was often not to give one) and then be able to sit quietly for a moment and allow silence to far between their verbose and his own response.
Selene was just such a conversationalist. Clearly comfortable speaking with all kinds of people of all kinds of backgrounds and births, she never seemed to be thrown off by his mannerisms, behaviours or idiolect. It was relaxing to speak and spend time with her, for he had quickly gotten to a point in their acquaintance that meant he felt no need to attempt to read between the lines or seek alternate explanations for her words as he did with so many others (a talent that was not his forte). Instead, she spoke as she meant and she spoke with a sincerity to her tone that told him she was always honest. In the same way he never spoke a lie. It struck him that, if Selene was ever in a situation where an untruth needed to be told, she would simply find a way of communicating the information with words that were truthful instead of hurtful. Vangelis simply spoke the truth regardless, avoiding the lie entirely along with any compassion for the other person's feelings. Their goals in communication were the same. Selene was better at the skills required.
Once the two younger girls had ridden a little ahead, allowing for a certain amount of privacy for both of their conversations, Selene had spoken and offered Vangelis and insight into her life as it currently stood. His eyebrow raised only slightly when she stated that it was she who should be offering gratitude but for the rest of it, he remained quiet until she had finished.
"I think your view of the world is a generous one." Vangelis simple stated once she had fallen quiet. He glanced at her before looking forward once more and explaining. "You look at your sisters' preoccupations as something understandable. To be worked around. You do not put your own desires on equal standing, I think." Vangelis didn't look her way as he made this assessment, turning his attention instead to the trees around them. "It is a generous way to live."
The comments regarding Athanasia, Vangelis left for now, focusing instead on the first part of her comments. It was likely true that Asia struggled to find her place in a household so strongly dominated by men, but he wasn't sure how to address it. There was a small desire to speak of his conversation with Asia on the boat to Selene, hoping for a feminine perspective. But perhaps that was just his desire to actually speak with his mother regarding his sister and, given the sea that separated them, he was seeking another female he respected to fill the void. Plus, it felt odd to discuss such a personal matter with Athanasia only a few feet ahead, regardless of the distance rendering her deaf to the conversation.
There was no doubt in her confidence. Her life had been spent as the eldest, the example, and she embraced it. She had done everything to make sure that she was constantly praised for her actions, not just her beauty. And her mother had spent hours making sure that she was the perfect hostess. It was a combination that couldn’t help but scream ‘confidence’.
But what meant more to her was that he had seen her in her weakest moments. Vangelis had talked her down from what felt like the edge of insanity. He had embraced what felt like a failure and reassured her that it wasn’t any less human of her to feel the way she did. She had been a bit pushy in her insistence in helping, and he hadn’t admonished her for it even when it irritated him. He had seen a side of herself that she rarely showed the outside world. And what was even more reassuring for her was that he didn’t seem to judge that weakness. Instead, he challenged her to overcome it. And to be more than just the pretty face she thought she was meant to be.
He demanded depth, and she was happy to allow her shallowness to fall at his feet in order to be more than just the beautiful woman she’d been raised to be.
The compliment took her back a bit, simply because of the genuine meaning behind it. Anyone could make a note on her looks, but his was directed at her character. And she knew that for him, it was a far more worthy compliment to receive. Her cheeks flushed a bit, but her head didn’t dip in embarrassment. Instead, her eyes met his with a sparkle. ”I suppose it is what happens to the eldest child. You care more for the happiness of your siblings, and in that, you find your own joy. Seeing my sisters happy and content makes me happy.” Her shoulders lifted in a shrug, trying not to think too much on her views.
Ophelia had turned her attention from trying to egg the horse next to her on to struggling to contain her anxiousness. It was easy to tell that she wanted nothing more than to take off at a faster pace, to stretch her legs. Selene’s expert control of the horse kept her in her saddle, the bouncing of her beast causing her to let out a laugh. It was then that they seemed to break through a far more open stretch, meadow and flowers thick within view. She nudged Ophelia back towards Vangelis, allowing her leg to brush once again against the flesh of his horse. ”I think, Vangelis, that I will not be able to contain my horse much longer.” Kicking her horse a bit, she spun Ophelia around so that she and horse were blocking his path. ”What say you? Shall we see who is the better rider? To the treeline?
There was energy pouring out of her, one that had been kept at bay as they rode through the city. Her horse let out a loud whine in a challenge, as if he may say no simply to be a gentleman. The treeline would keep them in eyesight of the younger girls but offer enough room that the beasts could stretch their legs for a healthy run. Selene’s chin was raised in challenge, brow lifted, eyes glowing.
”Unless you are worried that you are not fit enough yet.” It was a barb, and she knew it. But it was a saucy challenge nonetheless.
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There was no doubt in her confidence. Her life had been spent as the eldest, the example, and she embraced it. She had done everything to make sure that she was constantly praised for her actions, not just her beauty. And her mother had spent hours making sure that she was the perfect hostess. It was a combination that couldn’t help but scream ‘confidence’.
But what meant more to her was that he had seen her in her weakest moments. Vangelis had talked her down from what felt like the edge of insanity. He had embraced what felt like a failure and reassured her that it wasn’t any less human of her to feel the way she did. She had been a bit pushy in her insistence in helping, and he hadn’t admonished her for it even when it irritated him. He had seen a side of herself that she rarely showed the outside world. And what was even more reassuring for her was that he didn’t seem to judge that weakness. Instead, he challenged her to overcome it. And to be more than just the pretty face she thought she was meant to be.
He demanded depth, and she was happy to allow her shallowness to fall at his feet in order to be more than just the beautiful woman she’d been raised to be.
The compliment took her back a bit, simply because of the genuine meaning behind it. Anyone could make a note on her looks, but his was directed at her character. And she knew that for him, it was a far more worthy compliment to receive. Her cheeks flushed a bit, but her head didn’t dip in embarrassment. Instead, her eyes met his with a sparkle. ”I suppose it is what happens to the eldest child. You care more for the happiness of your siblings, and in that, you find your own joy. Seeing my sisters happy and content makes me happy.” Her shoulders lifted in a shrug, trying not to think too much on her views.
Ophelia had turned her attention from trying to egg the horse next to her on to struggling to contain her anxiousness. It was easy to tell that she wanted nothing more than to take off at a faster pace, to stretch her legs. Selene’s expert control of the horse kept her in her saddle, the bouncing of her beast causing her to let out a laugh. It was then that they seemed to break through a far more open stretch, meadow and flowers thick within view. She nudged Ophelia back towards Vangelis, allowing her leg to brush once again against the flesh of his horse. ”I think, Vangelis, that I will not be able to contain my horse much longer.” Kicking her horse a bit, she spun Ophelia around so that she and horse were blocking his path. ”What say you? Shall we see who is the better rider? To the treeline?
There was energy pouring out of her, one that had been kept at bay as they rode through the city. Her horse let out a loud whine in a challenge, as if he may say no simply to be a gentleman. The treeline would keep them in eyesight of the younger girls but offer enough room that the beasts could stretch their legs for a healthy run. Selene’s chin was raised in challenge, brow lifted, eyes glowing.
”Unless you are worried that you are not fit enough yet.” It was a barb, and she knew it. But it was a saucy challenge nonetheless.
There was no doubt in her confidence. Her life had been spent as the eldest, the example, and she embraced it. She had done everything to make sure that she was constantly praised for her actions, not just her beauty. And her mother had spent hours making sure that she was the perfect hostess. It was a combination that couldn’t help but scream ‘confidence’.
But what meant more to her was that he had seen her in her weakest moments. Vangelis had talked her down from what felt like the edge of insanity. He had embraced what felt like a failure and reassured her that it wasn’t any less human of her to feel the way she did. She had been a bit pushy in her insistence in helping, and he hadn’t admonished her for it even when it irritated him. He had seen a side of herself that she rarely showed the outside world. And what was even more reassuring for her was that he didn’t seem to judge that weakness. Instead, he challenged her to overcome it. And to be more than just the pretty face she thought she was meant to be.
He demanded depth, and she was happy to allow her shallowness to fall at his feet in order to be more than just the beautiful woman she’d been raised to be.
The compliment took her back a bit, simply because of the genuine meaning behind it. Anyone could make a note on her looks, but his was directed at her character. And she knew that for him, it was a far more worthy compliment to receive. Her cheeks flushed a bit, but her head didn’t dip in embarrassment. Instead, her eyes met his with a sparkle. ”I suppose it is what happens to the eldest child. You care more for the happiness of your siblings, and in that, you find your own joy. Seeing my sisters happy and content makes me happy.” Her shoulders lifted in a shrug, trying not to think too much on her views.
Ophelia had turned her attention from trying to egg the horse next to her on to struggling to contain her anxiousness. It was easy to tell that she wanted nothing more than to take off at a faster pace, to stretch her legs. Selene’s expert control of the horse kept her in her saddle, the bouncing of her beast causing her to let out a laugh. It was then that they seemed to break through a far more open stretch, meadow and flowers thick within view. She nudged Ophelia back towards Vangelis, allowing her leg to brush once again against the flesh of his horse. ”I think, Vangelis, that I will not be able to contain my horse much longer.” Kicking her horse a bit, she spun Ophelia around so that she and horse were blocking his path. ”What say you? Shall we see who is the better rider? To the treeline?
There was energy pouring out of her, one that had been kept at bay as they rode through the city. Her horse let out a loud whine in a challenge, as if he may say no simply to be a gentleman. The treeline would keep them in eyesight of the younger girls but offer enough room that the beasts could stretch their legs for a healthy run. Selene’s chin was raised in challenge, brow lifted, eyes glowing.
”Unless you are worried that you are not fit enough yet.” It was a barb, and she knew it. But it was a saucy challenge nonetheless.