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It had been two weeks since Vangelis had been disturbed in the night by a frightened sister clutching the last of her courage. The little girl, recently lost in the woods and escaping back home with images of the dark in her head, had needed the presence of her older brother to sleep. After that night, she had snuck into his chambers after sundown each evening, borrowed the ring he had needed for each day to sign away documents, and then slept in his bed.
It was a sign of just how frightened she was that Athanasia would turn to her eldest brother. Whilst he was suitably the most 'scary' when it came to size and reputation and might, therefore, chase the ghosts and ghouls away, he was also the brother she was likely least close to. He had spent too little time at home to have truly bonded with the girl. Despite his fierce loyalty to her as a member of his kin.
A knock at the door disturbed Vangelis as he was working. He had visited his father's study for the afternoon to access certain tomes that would be of use in this month's tax recovery for his province of Chaossis.
"Enter," he called simply, waiting for the door to swing wide and a messenger to step in before looking up from his clay tablet. The man was dressed in Kotas livery and Vangelis recognized him as one of the household steward's aides. A general run-around who would pass messages or deliver plates of food. He had brought Vangelis himself refreshment only the night before.
"Your Highness...?" the man inquired, bowing low in case he was disturbing the crown prince during important matters.
"Speak," Vangelis allowed, returning the leather-bound tome he held to the shelf behind his father's desk.
"A delivery for you, Your Highness..." The man was holding a silver plate. A small leather pouch was sitting atop it, drawn closed at one end by a string of leather thong.
Collecting it from the messenger, Vangelis thanked and dismissed the man before shaking out its contents. The ring that fell into his palm was familiar but entirely smaller than the one he wore on his index finger. Like the Kotas signet ring, it bore the family crest, even in miniature. Only a single marr had been added to the outside rim so that it could never be used for official purposes if lost or stolen. Instead, it would be tasked with a single purpose.
To keep the nightmares of his little sister at bay.
Taking the silver ring in hand, Vangelis finalized his work to a place it could be left unattended and then departed for the public rooms of the Kotas manor. By his estimations, his little sister would be attending some kind of etiquette or language class and he would find her staring into space before a frustrated tutor. Or, so he had heard from those that reported to him. Athanasia was not, it was tactfully mentioned, a good student.
Then again, it was hard to concentrate when one could not sleep and Vangelis was hopeful that at least this small trinket would help her recover that sweet oblivion of slumber...
Upon finding the correct solar room, positioned on the south-eastern side of the manor so that one wall could be open to a wide and sunny veranda, Vangelis waited in the doorway until the tutor had finished reading, looked up and realized his presence.
"Your Royal Highness!" he cried out in surprise. Vangelis could not blame him. It was rare that he attended children's lessons on Grecian folktale after all...
JD
Vangelis
JD
Vangelis
Awards
First Impressions:Towering; Resting stoic bitch face; monstrous height; the terrifying "Blood General".
Address: Your Royal Highness
It had been two weeks since Vangelis had been disturbed in the night by a frightened sister clutching the last of her courage. The little girl, recently lost in the woods and escaping back home with images of the dark in her head, had needed the presence of her older brother to sleep. After that night, she had snuck into his chambers after sundown each evening, borrowed the ring he had needed for each day to sign away documents, and then slept in his bed.
It was a sign of just how frightened she was that Athanasia would turn to her eldest brother. Whilst he was suitably the most 'scary' when it came to size and reputation and might, therefore, chase the ghosts and ghouls away, he was also the brother she was likely least close to. He had spent too little time at home to have truly bonded with the girl. Despite his fierce loyalty to her as a member of his kin.
A knock at the door disturbed Vangelis as he was working. He had visited his father's study for the afternoon to access certain tomes that would be of use in this month's tax recovery for his province of Chaossis.
"Enter," he called simply, waiting for the door to swing wide and a messenger to step in before looking up from his clay tablet. The man was dressed in Kotas livery and Vangelis recognized him as one of the household steward's aides. A general run-around who would pass messages or deliver plates of food. He had brought Vangelis himself refreshment only the night before.
"Your Highness...?" the man inquired, bowing low in case he was disturbing the crown prince during important matters.
"Speak," Vangelis allowed, returning the leather-bound tome he held to the shelf behind his father's desk.
"A delivery for you, Your Highness..." The man was holding a silver plate. A small leather pouch was sitting atop it, drawn closed at one end by a string of leather thong.
Collecting it from the messenger, Vangelis thanked and dismissed the man before shaking out its contents. The ring that fell into his palm was familiar but entirely smaller than the one he wore on his index finger. Like the Kotas signet ring, it bore the family crest, even in miniature. Only a single marr had been added to the outside rim so that it could never be used for official purposes if lost or stolen. Instead, it would be tasked with a single purpose.
To keep the nightmares of his little sister at bay.
Taking the silver ring in hand, Vangelis finalized his work to a place it could be left unattended and then departed for the public rooms of the Kotas manor. By his estimations, his little sister would be attending some kind of etiquette or language class and he would find her staring into space before a frustrated tutor. Or, so he had heard from those that reported to him. Athanasia was not, it was tactfully mentioned, a good student.
Then again, it was hard to concentrate when one could not sleep and Vangelis was hopeful that at least this small trinket would help her recover that sweet oblivion of slumber...
Upon finding the correct solar room, positioned on the south-eastern side of the manor so that one wall could be open to a wide and sunny veranda, Vangelis waited in the doorway until the tutor had finished reading, looked up and realized his presence.
"Your Royal Highness!" he cried out in surprise. Vangelis could not blame him. It was rare that he attended children's lessons on Grecian folktale after all...
It had been two weeks since Vangelis had been disturbed in the night by a frightened sister clutching the last of her courage. The little girl, recently lost in the woods and escaping back home with images of the dark in her head, had needed the presence of her older brother to sleep. After that night, she had snuck into his chambers after sundown each evening, borrowed the ring he had needed for each day to sign away documents, and then slept in his bed.
It was a sign of just how frightened she was that Athanasia would turn to her eldest brother. Whilst he was suitably the most 'scary' when it came to size and reputation and might, therefore, chase the ghosts and ghouls away, he was also the brother she was likely least close to. He had spent too little time at home to have truly bonded with the girl. Despite his fierce loyalty to her as a member of his kin.
A knock at the door disturbed Vangelis as he was working. He had visited his father's study for the afternoon to access certain tomes that would be of use in this month's tax recovery for his province of Chaossis.
"Enter," he called simply, waiting for the door to swing wide and a messenger to step in before looking up from his clay tablet. The man was dressed in Kotas livery and Vangelis recognized him as one of the household steward's aides. A general run-around who would pass messages or deliver plates of food. He had brought Vangelis himself refreshment only the night before.
"Your Highness...?" the man inquired, bowing low in case he was disturbing the crown prince during important matters.
"Speak," Vangelis allowed, returning the leather-bound tome he held to the shelf behind his father's desk.
"A delivery for you, Your Highness..." The man was holding a silver plate. A small leather pouch was sitting atop it, drawn closed at one end by a string of leather thong.
Collecting it from the messenger, Vangelis thanked and dismissed the man before shaking out its contents. The ring that fell into his palm was familiar but entirely smaller than the one he wore on his index finger. Like the Kotas signet ring, it bore the family crest, even in miniature. Only a single marr had been added to the outside rim so that it could never be used for official purposes if lost or stolen. Instead, it would be tasked with a single purpose.
To keep the nightmares of his little sister at bay.
Taking the silver ring in hand, Vangelis finalized his work to a place it could be left unattended and then departed for the public rooms of the Kotas manor. By his estimations, his little sister would be attending some kind of etiquette or language class and he would find her staring into space before a frustrated tutor. Or, so he had heard from those that reported to him. Athanasia was not, it was tactfully mentioned, a good student.
Then again, it was hard to concentrate when one could not sleep and Vangelis was hopeful that at least this small trinket would help her recover that sweet oblivion of slumber...
Upon finding the correct solar room, positioned on the south-eastern side of the manor so that one wall could be open to a wide and sunny veranda, Vangelis waited in the doorway until the tutor had finished reading, looked up and realized his presence.
"Your Royal Highness!" he cried out in surprise. Vangelis could not blame him. It was rare that he attended children's lessons on Grecian folktale after all...
Sitting in class, the tutor seemed to be eyeing little Athanasia wearily as she practiced her letters. Though she honestly couldn't blame him, the past several weeks after the nightmares started, she was a complete pain for everyone. Her temper was shorter and Athanasia had taken to taking naps in the bright sunlight during the middle of her lessons. She could not help it though, she was just so tired. This day was different though, after borrowing her brother's ring and the safety of his room, she was finally getting decent sleep. Each day, Athanasia's mood improved, and she even took less naps during her lessons.
"Your letters are looking much better today, Your Highness. Let's move on to our histories of the gods and their legends." The tutor said as he looked over her writings. They had indeed improved from the angry scrawl it was before. "Today we will learn the story about the Three Sisters of Fate." Athanasia watched as her teacher sat on a pillow, allowing her to get comfortable as well. He was always really good at telling great stories. Thankfully there was a snack tray that was brought in earlier shortly after lunch, so Asia made sure to place it on the floor between them as she settled in for the story while she ate some grapes.
"The Moirae, as they are called, are the three goddesses of fate. Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos. The three sisters weave the fate of humans and gods alike. Neither human nor God has the power to influence or question their judgment and actions! They assign to every person his or her fate or share in the scheme of things. Clotho, the youngest one, spins the thread of life; she is the very origin, the creation of life itself and her thread is spun upon the birth of a person!"
Athanasia paused in her chewing, looking over at the man in pure child-like shock. "Not even the gods could tell them what to do? Not even Zeus? The king of all the gods?! How? I thought that everyone had to listen to the king?" Thinking back, she could picture her father being Zeus and everyone listened to him without question. It was something that just made sense to her. "No. Your Highness. They did not have to listen to any of the gods except their leader who was the god of Fate, Zeus Moiragetes. Otherwise, they controlled the fates of both man and god. Now stop interrupting."
Athanasia looked sheepish as she smiled, this time showing she will be quiet by taking a big bite of bread. "Lachesis, the second sister, is the one that allocates the fate of people during life. It is said that Lachesis measures the thread of life with her rod, determining its length and nature. The last sister of fate is Atropos. Atropos is the cutter of the thread of life and with her shears she determines how someone will die. The Fates did not abruptly interfere in human affairs but availed themselves of intermediate causes, and determined the lot of mortals not absolutely, but only conditionally, even man himself, in his freedom was allowed to exercise a certain influence upon them. As man's fate terminated at his death, the goddesses of fate became the goddesses of death, Moirai Thanatoio."
Athanasia was so engrossed in the tale that neither of them heard Vangelis enter the room. So when her tutor jumped as he shouted "Your Royal Highness!" Asia almost jumped clean from her own skin. "Vangelis!" Food forgotten and energy now abound, Athanasia climbed up on a table near where her brother was before she ran at him. Jumping clear from the table, happy giggles could be heard as she wrapped her little arms around her brother's neck and hugged him while half dangling like a necklace now. "Hello."
Athene
Athanasia
Athene
Athanasia
Awards
First Impressions:Leggy; Warm, bronze-colored eyes; thick wavy hair & an easy smile.
Address: Your Royal Highness
Sitting in class, the tutor seemed to be eyeing little Athanasia wearily as she practiced her letters. Though she honestly couldn't blame him, the past several weeks after the nightmares started, she was a complete pain for everyone. Her temper was shorter and Athanasia had taken to taking naps in the bright sunlight during the middle of her lessons. She could not help it though, she was just so tired. This day was different though, after borrowing her brother's ring and the safety of his room, she was finally getting decent sleep. Each day, Athanasia's mood improved, and she even took less naps during her lessons.
"Your letters are looking much better today, Your Highness. Let's move on to our histories of the gods and their legends." The tutor said as he looked over her writings. They had indeed improved from the angry scrawl it was before. "Today we will learn the story about the Three Sisters of Fate." Athanasia watched as her teacher sat on a pillow, allowing her to get comfortable as well. He was always really good at telling great stories. Thankfully there was a snack tray that was brought in earlier shortly after lunch, so Asia made sure to place it on the floor between them as she settled in for the story while she ate some grapes.
"The Moirae, as they are called, are the three goddesses of fate. Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos. The three sisters weave the fate of humans and gods alike. Neither human nor God has the power to influence or question their judgment and actions! They assign to every person his or her fate or share in the scheme of things. Clotho, the youngest one, spins the thread of life; she is the very origin, the creation of life itself and her thread is spun upon the birth of a person!"
Athanasia paused in her chewing, looking over at the man in pure child-like shock. "Not even the gods could tell them what to do? Not even Zeus? The king of all the gods?! How? I thought that everyone had to listen to the king?" Thinking back, she could picture her father being Zeus and everyone listened to him without question. It was something that just made sense to her. "No. Your Highness. They did not have to listen to any of the gods except their leader who was the god of Fate, Zeus Moiragetes. Otherwise, they controlled the fates of both man and god. Now stop interrupting."
Athanasia looked sheepish as she smiled, this time showing she will be quiet by taking a big bite of bread. "Lachesis, the second sister, is the one that allocates the fate of people during life. It is said that Lachesis measures the thread of life with her rod, determining its length and nature. The last sister of fate is Atropos. Atropos is the cutter of the thread of life and with her shears she determines how someone will die. The Fates did not abruptly interfere in human affairs but availed themselves of intermediate causes, and determined the lot of mortals not absolutely, but only conditionally, even man himself, in his freedom was allowed to exercise a certain influence upon them. As man's fate terminated at his death, the goddesses of fate became the goddesses of death, Moirai Thanatoio."
Athanasia was so engrossed in the tale that neither of them heard Vangelis enter the room. So when her tutor jumped as he shouted "Your Royal Highness!" Asia almost jumped clean from her own skin. "Vangelis!" Food forgotten and energy now abound, Athanasia climbed up on a table near where her brother was before she ran at him. Jumping clear from the table, happy giggles could be heard as she wrapped her little arms around her brother's neck and hugged him while half dangling like a necklace now. "Hello."
Sitting in class, the tutor seemed to be eyeing little Athanasia wearily as she practiced her letters. Though she honestly couldn't blame him, the past several weeks after the nightmares started, she was a complete pain for everyone. Her temper was shorter and Athanasia had taken to taking naps in the bright sunlight during the middle of her lessons. She could not help it though, she was just so tired. This day was different though, after borrowing her brother's ring and the safety of his room, she was finally getting decent sleep. Each day, Athanasia's mood improved, and she even took less naps during her lessons.
"Your letters are looking much better today, Your Highness. Let's move on to our histories of the gods and their legends." The tutor said as he looked over her writings. They had indeed improved from the angry scrawl it was before. "Today we will learn the story about the Three Sisters of Fate." Athanasia watched as her teacher sat on a pillow, allowing her to get comfortable as well. He was always really good at telling great stories. Thankfully there was a snack tray that was brought in earlier shortly after lunch, so Asia made sure to place it on the floor between them as she settled in for the story while she ate some grapes.
"The Moirae, as they are called, are the three goddesses of fate. Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos. The three sisters weave the fate of humans and gods alike. Neither human nor God has the power to influence or question their judgment and actions! They assign to every person his or her fate or share in the scheme of things. Clotho, the youngest one, spins the thread of life; she is the very origin, the creation of life itself and her thread is spun upon the birth of a person!"
Athanasia paused in her chewing, looking over at the man in pure child-like shock. "Not even the gods could tell them what to do? Not even Zeus? The king of all the gods?! How? I thought that everyone had to listen to the king?" Thinking back, she could picture her father being Zeus and everyone listened to him without question. It was something that just made sense to her. "No. Your Highness. They did not have to listen to any of the gods except their leader who was the god of Fate, Zeus Moiragetes. Otherwise, they controlled the fates of both man and god. Now stop interrupting."
Athanasia looked sheepish as she smiled, this time showing she will be quiet by taking a big bite of bread. "Lachesis, the second sister, is the one that allocates the fate of people during life. It is said that Lachesis measures the thread of life with her rod, determining its length and nature. The last sister of fate is Atropos. Atropos is the cutter of the thread of life and with her shears she determines how someone will die. The Fates did not abruptly interfere in human affairs but availed themselves of intermediate causes, and determined the lot of mortals not absolutely, but only conditionally, even man himself, in his freedom was allowed to exercise a certain influence upon them. As man's fate terminated at his death, the goddesses of fate became the goddesses of death, Moirai Thanatoio."
Athanasia was so engrossed in the tale that neither of them heard Vangelis enter the room. So when her tutor jumped as he shouted "Your Royal Highness!" Asia almost jumped clean from her own skin. "Vangelis!" Food forgotten and energy now abound, Athanasia climbed up on a table near where her brother was before she ran at him. Jumping clear from the table, happy giggles could be heard as she wrapped her little arms around her brother's neck and hugged him while half dangling like a necklace now. "Hello."
Vangelis had just enough time to nod politely to the tutor before the young princess was soaring through the air towards him. Ignoring all protocol and royal decorum, his sister had climbed the furniture and thrown herself at his neck. On instinct, Vangelis caught her by the waist. Her soft little arms wound around his neck, warm and trusting.
"Not the appropriate curtsey usually expected, Athanasia," Vangelis chided softly over her shoulder before glancing at the older man who was still holding the scroll from which he'd been reading. The tutor's stare of disapproval was immediately wiped clean. Vangelis' expression likely made it very clear that, whilst he would normally expect his sister to follow appropriate rules of conduct, he would not allow a tutor to point out such errors.
It was nice to have his littlest sibling wild and excitable. It felt more real for a child to be energetic. Not miniature versions of adults.
Despite his teasing chastisement, Vangelis hugged the girl close and accepted her welcome all the same.
"Hello to you as well, sister mine," he said before encouraging her back towards the ground. "Come now..."
Once her little sandals were on the ground move more and her hair had been detached from the stubble starting to grow across Vangelis' jawline, he straightened back into the formidable form of crown prince. The tutor was quick to notice it, snapping to attention.
"Leave us," Vangelis told the man.
His tone was neither friendly nor rude. It was simply an instruction. Expected to be obeyed without question. Which it hurriedly was. The tutor almost tripped over his own chiton as he rushed in his eagerness to obey. Vangelis paid him little notice. Instead, he turned to his sister. He waved a hand, clearly telling her to 'follow'.
Moving out onto the veranda, Vangelis took his sister up by the waist again and set her upon the stone wall. From there, she could look out across a large portion of the capital, as well as the cliffside drop beneath her. Vangelis was careful to place a hand on the wall behind her bottom, his strong arm a boundary between her and the fall below.
"I have a gift for you," he told her without preamble. Vangelis was not much of a showman. He was direct and to the point. But he had always seen that as an advantage. Whilst some considered him scary or rude, at least they always knew where they stood with him. He did not lie and he did not pretend. Things were as they were. And, right now, things needed to change for his sister. For the better...
JD
Vangelis
JD
Vangelis
Awards
First Impressions:Towering; Resting stoic bitch face; monstrous height; the terrifying "Blood General".
Address: Your Royal Highness
Vangelis had just enough time to nod politely to the tutor before the young princess was soaring through the air towards him. Ignoring all protocol and royal decorum, his sister had climbed the furniture and thrown herself at his neck. On instinct, Vangelis caught her by the waist. Her soft little arms wound around his neck, warm and trusting.
"Not the appropriate curtsey usually expected, Athanasia," Vangelis chided softly over her shoulder before glancing at the older man who was still holding the scroll from which he'd been reading. The tutor's stare of disapproval was immediately wiped clean. Vangelis' expression likely made it very clear that, whilst he would normally expect his sister to follow appropriate rules of conduct, he would not allow a tutor to point out such errors.
It was nice to have his littlest sibling wild and excitable. It felt more real for a child to be energetic. Not miniature versions of adults.
Despite his teasing chastisement, Vangelis hugged the girl close and accepted her welcome all the same.
"Hello to you as well, sister mine," he said before encouraging her back towards the ground. "Come now..."
Once her little sandals were on the ground move more and her hair had been detached from the stubble starting to grow across Vangelis' jawline, he straightened back into the formidable form of crown prince. The tutor was quick to notice it, snapping to attention.
"Leave us," Vangelis told the man.
His tone was neither friendly nor rude. It was simply an instruction. Expected to be obeyed without question. Which it hurriedly was. The tutor almost tripped over his own chiton as he rushed in his eagerness to obey. Vangelis paid him little notice. Instead, he turned to his sister. He waved a hand, clearly telling her to 'follow'.
Moving out onto the veranda, Vangelis took his sister up by the waist again and set her upon the stone wall. From there, she could look out across a large portion of the capital, as well as the cliffside drop beneath her. Vangelis was careful to place a hand on the wall behind her bottom, his strong arm a boundary between her and the fall below.
"I have a gift for you," he told her without preamble. Vangelis was not much of a showman. He was direct and to the point. But he had always seen that as an advantage. Whilst some considered him scary or rude, at least they always knew where they stood with him. He did not lie and he did not pretend. Things were as they were. And, right now, things needed to change for his sister. For the better...
Vangelis had just enough time to nod politely to the tutor before the young princess was soaring through the air towards him. Ignoring all protocol and royal decorum, his sister had climbed the furniture and thrown herself at his neck. On instinct, Vangelis caught her by the waist. Her soft little arms wound around his neck, warm and trusting.
"Not the appropriate curtsey usually expected, Athanasia," Vangelis chided softly over her shoulder before glancing at the older man who was still holding the scroll from which he'd been reading. The tutor's stare of disapproval was immediately wiped clean. Vangelis' expression likely made it very clear that, whilst he would normally expect his sister to follow appropriate rules of conduct, he would not allow a tutor to point out such errors.
It was nice to have his littlest sibling wild and excitable. It felt more real for a child to be energetic. Not miniature versions of adults.
Despite his teasing chastisement, Vangelis hugged the girl close and accepted her welcome all the same.
"Hello to you as well, sister mine," he said before encouraging her back towards the ground. "Come now..."
Once her little sandals were on the ground move more and her hair had been detached from the stubble starting to grow across Vangelis' jawline, he straightened back into the formidable form of crown prince. The tutor was quick to notice it, snapping to attention.
"Leave us," Vangelis told the man.
His tone was neither friendly nor rude. It was simply an instruction. Expected to be obeyed without question. Which it hurriedly was. The tutor almost tripped over his own chiton as he rushed in his eagerness to obey. Vangelis paid him little notice. Instead, he turned to his sister. He waved a hand, clearly telling her to 'follow'.
Moving out onto the veranda, Vangelis took his sister up by the waist again and set her upon the stone wall. From there, she could look out across a large portion of the capital, as well as the cliffside drop beneath her. Vangelis was careful to place a hand on the wall behind her bottom, his strong arm a boundary between her and the fall below.
"I have a gift for you," he told her without preamble. Vangelis was not much of a showman. He was direct and to the point. But he had always seen that as an advantage. Whilst some considered him scary or rude, at least they always knew where they stood with him. He did not lie and he did not pretend. Things were as they were. And, right now, things needed to change for his sister. For the better...
'Not the appropriate curtsy usually expected, Athanasia,' Athanasia gave a muffled laugh as she all but melted into the tight hug that Vangelis gave her. He was so big and imposing like their father, she could not help but feel completely safe when she got hugs from him. All her brothers made her feel safe, even if Silas was usually the bully out of all of her family members. Though out of all her brothers, Vangelis made Athanasia feel like she could do anything and he would keep all harm from her.
So when Vangelis started to lower her back to the ground, Asia hugged tighter for a moment, a silent refusal to let go of her brother. It was only his 'Come now...' did Athanasia finally let him go once her feet touched the floor. Laughing as her hair seemed to feel like she did, not letting go of Vang as easily. Her hair was as thick as their mother's and already long enough that the young princess could not even dream of taking care of it without her ntanta's assistance. So it was no surprise that it took a moment to detangle from the long locks before they were finally free.
Remembering what Vangelis said, Asia smiled as she pushed her foot behind the other and bowed low. Athanasia turned quickly and went to go fetch her work, a proud child wanting to show off her accomplishments that the tutor told her was some of her best work. She did not hear Vangelis telling her teacher to leave, so focused on finding the parchments and scrolls that she filled out.
It was not long before she turned back, her arms full with all that she wanted to show her brother. She wanted to show all that she had accomplished since he had last visited and seen her work. Looking around, Asia then noticed her tutor was gone, making her shrug a little before she made her way to Vangelis. "I want to show you all that I have done!" Her smile was wide, eyes sparkling as she looked up at Vangelis and followed when he led the way out to the veranda.
Placing her scrolls and papers on one of the tables outside, Athanasia squeaked in surprise when Vangelis picked her up. It was a simple move, making her laugh even as he placed her on the wall. The city was massive as they looked out, but the cliffside below made her own stomach feel like it was going to drop right out of her. Leaning back from the edge, the only sign that the height made her a little nervous, Athanasia turned back to Vangelis. 'I have a gift for you,' A present?! Asia always loved getting gifts so Vangelis had her full attention now as she turned just slightly on the stone wall to face him more. "A gift? What is it?" The excitement was clear on her face as she looked up at him as she wondered what he got her.
Athene
Athanasia
Athene
Athanasia
Awards
First Impressions:Leggy; Warm, bronze-colored eyes; thick wavy hair & an easy smile.
Address: Your Royal Highness
'Not the appropriate curtsy usually expected, Athanasia,' Athanasia gave a muffled laugh as she all but melted into the tight hug that Vangelis gave her. He was so big and imposing like their father, she could not help but feel completely safe when she got hugs from him. All her brothers made her feel safe, even if Silas was usually the bully out of all of her family members. Though out of all her brothers, Vangelis made Athanasia feel like she could do anything and he would keep all harm from her.
So when Vangelis started to lower her back to the ground, Asia hugged tighter for a moment, a silent refusal to let go of her brother. It was only his 'Come now...' did Athanasia finally let him go once her feet touched the floor. Laughing as her hair seemed to feel like she did, not letting go of Vang as easily. Her hair was as thick as their mother's and already long enough that the young princess could not even dream of taking care of it without her ntanta's assistance. So it was no surprise that it took a moment to detangle from the long locks before they were finally free.
Remembering what Vangelis said, Asia smiled as she pushed her foot behind the other and bowed low. Athanasia turned quickly and went to go fetch her work, a proud child wanting to show off her accomplishments that the tutor told her was some of her best work. She did not hear Vangelis telling her teacher to leave, so focused on finding the parchments and scrolls that she filled out.
It was not long before she turned back, her arms full with all that she wanted to show her brother. She wanted to show all that she had accomplished since he had last visited and seen her work. Looking around, Asia then noticed her tutor was gone, making her shrug a little before she made her way to Vangelis. "I want to show you all that I have done!" Her smile was wide, eyes sparkling as she looked up at Vangelis and followed when he led the way out to the veranda.
Placing her scrolls and papers on one of the tables outside, Athanasia squeaked in surprise when Vangelis picked her up. It was a simple move, making her laugh even as he placed her on the wall. The city was massive as they looked out, but the cliffside below made her own stomach feel like it was going to drop right out of her. Leaning back from the edge, the only sign that the height made her a little nervous, Athanasia turned back to Vangelis. 'I have a gift for you,' A present?! Asia always loved getting gifts so Vangelis had her full attention now as she turned just slightly on the stone wall to face him more. "A gift? What is it?" The excitement was clear on her face as she looked up at him as she wondered what he got her.
'Not the appropriate curtsy usually expected, Athanasia,' Athanasia gave a muffled laugh as she all but melted into the tight hug that Vangelis gave her. He was so big and imposing like their father, she could not help but feel completely safe when she got hugs from him. All her brothers made her feel safe, even if Silas was usually the bully out of all of her family members. Though out of all her brothers, Vangelis made Athanasia feel like she could do anything and he would keep all harm from her.
So when Vangelis started to lower her back to the ground, Asia hugged tighter for a moment, a silent refusal to let go of her brother. It was only his 'Come now...' did Athanasia finally let him go once her feet touched the floor. Laughing as her hair seemed to feel like she did, not letting go of Vang as easily. Her hair was as thick as their mother's and already long enough that the young princess could not even dream of taking care of it without her ntanta's assistance. So it was no surprise that it took a moment to detangle from the long locks before they were finally free.
Remembering what Vangelis said, Asia smiled as she pushed her foot behind the other and bowed low. Athanasia turned quickly and went to go fetch her work, a proud child wanting to show off her accomplishments that the tutor told her was some of her best work. She did not hear Vangelis telling her teacher to leave, so focused on finding the parchments and scrolls that she filled out.
It was not long before she turned back, her arms full with all that she wanted to show her brother. She wanted to show all that she had accomplished since he had last visited and seen her work. Looking around, Asia then noticed her tutor was gone, making her shrug a little before she made her way to Vangelis. "I want to show you all that I have done!" Her smile was wide, eyes sparkling as she looked up at Vangelis and followed when he led the way out to the veranda.
Placing her scrolls and papers on one of the tables outside, Athanasia squeaked in surprise when Vangelis picked her up. It was a simple move, making her laugh even as he placed her on the wall. The city was massive as they looked out, but the cliffside below made her own stomach feel like it was going to drop right out of her. Leaning back from the edge, the only sign that the height made her a little nervous, Athanasia turned back to Vangelis. 'I have a gift for you,' A present?! Asia always loved getting gifts so Vangelis had her full attention now as she turned just slightly on the stone wall to face him more. "A gift? What is it?" The excitement was clear on her face as she looked up at him as she wondered what he got her.
