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Since she was already in Taengea... why not, right? Persephone wasn't expecting her back till late tonight anyway, and once she had put in an appearance at the Leventi house for the festivities hosted there, Emilia thought 'why not go and take a look at the rest of the Dionysus festival going on?' And as she got out of the carriage, instructed her retainers to wait for her and began making her way down the street with her few bodyguards a ways behind her, Emilia couldn't resist the smile that curled her lips upwards, nor the little skip that began to spring in her steps.
She had changed out of her official royal chiton, and for once in a rare sight, Emilia was seen in a casual white and red chiton, with a golden cinch just above her waist. Her curls still flew gently around her shoulders, but Emmy had passed her emerald studded circlet over for safekeeping just before she alighted from the carriage, unwilling to let anyone recognize who she was. Back in Atheneia, it would be impossible, as everyone knew the faces of the ruling family's only two daughters. But over here, Emilia managed to somewhat successfully blend in, as she swerved this way and that, her sandal-ed feet easily avoiding crashing into busy humans.
The music that filled every corner was rambunctious, infectious enough to make anyone within its vicinity dance. The garlands of ivy and barrels of wine only added on to the festive feeling that the whole of Taengea was currently marinating in. The princess's eyes darted this way and that, taking in the sights and sounds, eager as she was to explore. After months of holding herself to the decorum and poise of being a princess in hopes that she will help Persephone's cause in claiming the throne, this small reprieve to be her young, sixteen-year old self again to explore and have fun was a welcome one to her.
As she turned a corner, her hazel eyes lit up when the small alley she stumbled upon somehow had a bow lying innocently atop a barrel, with a quiver of arrows leaning upon it. The finely wrought weapon had always been something that enthralled Emilia. Something about archery, especially astride a horse, made her very curious on its mechanics, but it was something not taught to princesses in Atheneia, and as such she's only ever watched from a distrance.
Giving in to the itch of her fingers, Emilia reached out and picked up the bow, her fingers carefully grasping its neck, as her other hand picked up an arrow from the leaning quiver. Eager to feel how it would be like taunt in her hands, the young princess somehow managed to clumsily notch the arrow as she's seen the archers in the Xanthos House did, and pulled at it, intending to see if she could emulate what she's seen.
But Emilia did not count on butter fingers.
The next thing she knew, the string of the bow gave a loud twang out of her control, and the arrow she had notched flew out of the bow she held, swerving wildly before hitting a copper lamp nearby with a loud clang before it fell with a clatter to the ground. All while Emilia was shocked, rooted to the ground with her mouth agape and thanking all the deities that no one else had been around.
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Since she was already in Taengea... why not, right? Persephone wasn't expecting her back till late tonight anyway, and once she had put in an appearance at the Leventi house for the festivities hosted there, Emilia thought 'why not go and take a look at the rest of the Dionysus festival going on?' And as she got out of the carriage, instructed her retainers to wait for her and began making her way down the street with her few bodyguards a ways behind her, Emilia couldn't resist the smile that curled her lips upwards, nor the little skip that began to spring in her steps.
She had changed out of her official royal chiton, and for once in a rare sight, Emilia was seen in a casual white and red chiton, with a golden cinch just above her waist. Her curls still flew gently around her shoulders, but Emmy had passed her emerald studded circlet over for safekeeping just before she alighted from the carriage, unwilling to let anyone recognize who she was. Back in Atheneia, it would be impossible, as everyone knew the faces of the ruling family's only two daughters. But over here, Emilia managed to somewhat successfully blend in, as she swerved this way and that, her sandal-ed feet easily avoiding crashing into busy humans.
The music that filled every corner was rambunctious, infectious enough to make anyone within its vicinity dance. The garlands of ivy and barrels of wine only added on to the festive feeling that the whole of Taengea was currently marinating in. The princess's eyes darted this way and that, taking in the sights and sounds, eager as she was to explore. After months of holding herself to the decorum and poise of being a princess in hopes that she will help Persephone's cause in claiming the throne, this small reprieve to be her young, sixteen-year old self again to explore and have fun was a welcome one to her.
As she turned a corner, her hazel eyes lit up when the small alley she stumbled upon somehow had a bow lying innocently atop a barrel, with a quiver of arrows leaning upon it. The finely wrought weapon had always been something that enthralled Emilia. Something about archery, especially astride a horse, made her very curious on its mechanics, but it was something not taught to princesses in Atheneia, and as such she's only ever watched from a distrance.
Giving in to the itch of her fingers, Emilia reached out and picked up the bow, her fingers carefully grasping its neck, as her other hand picked up an arrow from the leaning quiver. Eager to feel how it would be like taunt in her hands, the young princess somehow managed to clumsily notch the arrow as she's seen the archers in the Xanthos House did, and pulled at it, intending to see if she could emulate what she's seen.
But Emilia did not count on butter fingers.
The next thing she knew, the string of the bow gave a loud twang out of her control, and the arrow she had notched flew out of the bow she held, swerving wildly before hitting a copper lamp nearby with a loud clang before it fell with a clatter to the ground. All while Emilia was shocked, rooted to the ground with her mouth agape and thanking all the deities that no one else had been around.
Since she was already in Taengea... why not, right? Persephone wasn't expecting her back till late tonight anyway, and once she had put in an appearance at the Leventi house for the festivities hosted there, Emilia thought 'why not go and take a look at the rest of the Dionysus festival going on?' And as she got out of the carriage, instructed her retainers to wait for her and began making her way down the street with her few bodyguards a ways behind her, Emilia couldn't resist the smile that curled her lips upwards, nor the little skip that began to spring in her steps.
She had changed out of her official royal chiton, and for once in a rare sight, Emilia was seen in a casual white and red chiton, with a golden cinch just above her waist. Her curls still flew gently around her shoulders, but Emmy had passed her emerald studded circlet over for safekeeping just before she alighted from the carriage, unwilling to let anyone recognize who she was. Back in Atheneia, it would be impossible, as everyone knew the faces of the ruling family's only two daughters. But over here, Emilia managed to somewhat successfully blend in, as she swerved this way and that, her sandal-ed feet easily avoiding crashing into busy humans.
The music that filled every corner was rambunctious, infectious enough to make anyone within its vicinity dance. The garlands of ivy and barrels of wine only added on to the festive feeling that the whole of Taengea was currently marinating in. The princess's eyes darted this way and that, taking in the sights and sounds, eager as she was to explore. After months of holding herself to the decorum and poise of being a princess in hopes that she will help Persephone's cause in claiming the throne, this small reprieve to be her young, sixteen-year old self again to explore and have fun was a welcome one to her.
As she turned a corner, her hazel eyes lit up when the small alley she stumbled upon somehow had a bow lying innocently atop a barrel, with a quiver of arrows leaning upon it. The finely wrought weapon had always been something that enthralled Emilia. Something about archery, especially astride a horse, made her very curious on its mechanics, but it was something not taught to princesses in Atheneia, and as such she's only ever watched from a distrance.
Giving in to the itch of her fingers, Emilia reached out and picked up the bow, her fingers carefully grasping its neck, as her other hand picked up an arrow from the leaning quiver. Eager to feel how it would be like taunt in her hands, the young princess somehow managed to clumsily notch the arrow as she's seen the archers in the Xanthos House did, and pulled at it, intending to see if she could emulate what she's seen.
But Emilia did not count on butter fingers.
The next thing she knew, the string of the bow gave a loud twang out of her control, and the arrow she had notched flew out of the bow she held, swerving wildly before hitting a copper lamp nearby with a loud clang before it fell with a clatter to the ground. All while Emilia was shocked, rooted to the ground with her mouth agape and thanking all the deities that no one else had been around.
As a member of one of the noble houses of Taengea, no matter how weak in power, Dorothea was expected to be seen with the rest of the Dimitrou family at the festival of Dionysus. It was an event that the brunette had not appreciated since her birth. Stories passed down from her mother and father told about how much she had cried during the first festival she had attended. Ever since the first, Dorothea despised the time of year.
It was a time in which people were rowdy and drunk. There was little more she tolerated than the noisy or the intoxicated, and the Dionysus festival married the two together. For three days, no one in Taengea except for Dorothea was sober. Barrels of wine were excavated from the royal family’s preserve and brought out for the mass public. All noble families contributed as well, providing sustenance for the people of their realm. If it hadn’t been for the alcoholic aspect, the woman would’ve enjoyed the festival and its provoking of a sense of camaraderie.
She had to be present, yes, but she did not have to look enthused. And so she didn’t. Seated at the Dimitrou’s table under the main pergola, Dorothea stared out at the sea. Somehow it, which crashed against the island with an unmatchable force, seemed more calm than the festival being thrown in honor for the god of celebration himself. All around her was a cacophony, filled with people shouting, barrels being opened, and music blaring from a nearby choir. Once members of the family began to depart, dragged off by men like her sister to go and dance or her parents to greet someone, the middle child decided to do the same.
Near-silent steps were masked by the mixture of sounds that filled the city. Desperate for a few moments of silence, and seeing a rather large crowd of people nearing her, Dorothea took refuge in one of the smaller alleys. Lined on either side with barrels of wine, it seemed that the only people who would walk down would be in search of alcohol, and there was no need to do that out here when the city’s center was filled with it. Content, the woman was just about to take a seat when a loud noise from behind prompted her to jolt.
The sound rung against her ears’ drums, her teeth feeling a bit numb from it. Turning, chiton and umber curls fanning out when she spun to see the source of the noise, her bright gaze was filled with surprise. Above her, she could see a lamp made of metal that glinted when the sun’s rays hit it swinging with momentum, obviously from being hit. Not far behind it was the assailant: An arrow, lodged in a barrel’s top, lucking having hit where none would stream out. It did not take Dorothea long to find the archer- If one could even call the girl frozen with shock such a thing.
“Miss?” she called out, informal as she could not see the face of the one turned to her, and therefore know to address her by a more formal title. “Is everything alright?” While it seemed like just an accident, the last thing Dorothea wanted to happen was for the girl to actually be battling some unseen thing. One hand brushed against her right thigh where a small dagger was sheathed, and while it was not her weapon of choice, she knew how to use it.
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As a member of one of the noble houses of Taengea, no matter how weak in power, Dorothea was expected to be seen with the rest of the Dimitrou family at the festival of Dionysus. It was an event that the brunette had not appreciated since her birth. Stories passed down from her mother and father told about how much she had cried during the first festival she had attended. Ever since the first, Dorothea despised the time of year.
It was a time in which people were rowdy and drunk. There was little more she tolerated than the noisy or the intoxicated, and the Dionysus festival married the two together. For three days, no one in Taengea except for Dorothea was sober. Barrels of wine were excavated from the royal family’s preserve and brought out for the mass public. All noble families contributed as well, providing sustenance for the people of their realm. If it hadn’t been for the alcoholic aspect, the woman would’ve enjoyed the festival and its provoking of a sense of camaraderie.
She had to be present, yes, but she did not have to look enthused. And so she didn’t. Seated at the Dimitrou’s table under the main pergola, Dorothea stared out at the sea. Somehow it, which crashed against the island with an unmatchable force, seemed more calm than the festival being thrown in honor for the god of celebration himself. All around her was a cacophony, filled with people shouting, barrels being opened, and music blaring from a nearby choir. Once members of the family began to depart, dragged off by men like her sister to go and dance or her parents to greet someone, the middle child decided to do the same.
Near-silent steps were masked by the mixture of sounds that filled the city. Desperate for a few moments of silence, and seeing a rather large crowd of people nearing her, Dorothea took refuge in one of the smaller alleys. Lined on either side with barrels of wine, it seemed that the only people who would walk down would be in search of alcohol, and there was no need to do that out here when the city’s center was filled with it. Content, the woman was just about to take a seat when a loud noise from behind prompted her to jolt.
The sound rung against her ears’ drums, her teeth feeling a bit numb from it. Turning, chiton and umber curls fanning out when she spun to see the source of the noise, her bright gaze was filled with surprise. Above her, she could see a lamp made of metal that glinted when the sun’s rays hit it swinging with momentum, obviously from being hit. Not far behind it was the assailant: An arrow, lodged in a barrel’s top, lucking having hit where none would stream out. It did not take Dorothea long to find the archer- If one could even call the girl frozen with shock such a thing.
“Miss?” she called out, informal as she could not see the face of the one turned to her, and therefore know to address her by a more formal title. “Is everything alright?” While it seemed like just an accident, the last thing Dorothea wanted to happen was for the girl to actually be battling some unseen thing. One hand brushed against her right thigh where a small dagger was sheathed, and while it was not her weapon of choice, she knew how to use it.
As a member of one of the noble houses of Taengea, no matter how weak in power, Dorothea was expected to be seen with the rest of the Dimitrou family at the festival of Dionysus. It was an event that the brunette had not appreciated since her birth. Stories passed down from her mother and father told about how much she had cried during the first festival she had attended. Ever since the first, Dorothea despised the time of year.
It was a time in which people were rowdy and drunk. There was little more she tolerated than the noisy or the intoxicated, and the Dionysus festival married the two together. For three days, no one in Taengea except for Dorothea was sober. Barrels of wine were excavated from the royal family’s preserve and brought out for the mass public. All noble families contributed as well, providing sustenance for the people of their realm. If it hadn’t been for the alcoholic aspect, the woman would’ve enjoyed the festival and its provoking of a sense of camaraderie.
She had to be present, yes, but she did not have to look enthused. And so she didn’t. Seated at the Dimitrou’s table under the main pergola, Dorothea stared out at the sea. Somehow it, which crashed against the island with an unmatchable force, seemed more calm than the festival being thrown in honor for the god of celebration himself. All around her was a cacophony, filled with people shouting, barrels being opened, and music blaring from a nearby choir. Once members of the family began to depart, dragged off by men like her sister to go and dance or her parents to greet someone, the middle child decided to do the same.
Near-silent steps were masked by the mixture of sounds that filled the city. Desperate for a few moments of silence, and seeing a rather large crowd of people nearing her, Dorothea took refuge in one of the smaller alleys. Lined on either side with barrels of wine, it seemed that the only people who would walk down would be in search of alcohol, and there was no need to do that out here when the city’s center was filled with it. Content, the woman was just about to take a seat when a loud noise from behind prompted her to jolt.
The sound rung against her ears’ drums, her teeth feeling a bit numb from it. Turning, chiton and umber curls fanning out when she spun to see the source of the noise, her bright gaze was filled with surprise. Above her, she could see a lamp made of metal that glinted when the sun’s rays hit it swinging with momentum, obviously from being hit. Not far behind it was the assailant: An arrow, lodged in a barrel’s top, lucking having hit where none would stream out. It did not take Dorothea long to find the archer- If one could even call the girl frozen with shock such a thing.
“Miss?” she called out, informal as she could not see the face of the one turned to her, and therefore know to address her by a more formal title. “Is everything alright?” While it seemed like just an accident, the last thing Dorothea wanted to happen was for the girl to actually be battling some unseen thing. One hand brushed against her right thigh where a small dagger was sheathed, and while it was not her weapon of choice, she knew how to use it.
So she wasn't the most graceful, nor was she the most careful, to be honest. In fact, there was a greater reason why her parents and Persephone had banned Emilia from using any form of weapons whatsoever.
Emilia of Xanthos was a tad bit careless. Okay, well more then a tad bit. With a weapon in hand, Emilia was probably more of a liability to herself then she was to others, with her capability to cut herself while learning to play a lyre, would you trust her with even a dagger?
So really, if Persephone had been around, her sister would've plucked the bow out of Emilia's hands before she could've caused the disaster that was the stray arrow. But sadly, Emilia was alone in that Taengean trip for the Dionysus festival, and as such when the arrow had flew wildly out of control, Emilia had wanted to quickly place the bow down and make a run for it to find her retainers again.
What she had not counted on, was someone chancing in on her before she could make a dash for it. When an unfamiliar voice called out 'Miss?', Emilia paused mid-dash, freezing upon the follow-up query. For a split second, she wanted to dash anyway, god knows she can run fast.
But would she want to risk someone figuring out who she was? Persephone's name would be on the line, and a bad mark against her is something she did not need in her fight against the Senate to instate her as the heir to the throne of Athenia. Plus, her sandals were made of gentle goatskin, she didn't want to risk ruining them.
And so, Emilia made her decision, and quickly turned with a sheepish smile. "I'm.. all good! Just... probably shouldn't have used something I'm not familiar with." she responded, gesturing at the bow she had replaced on the barrel, the quiver next to it missing an arrow. "Are you alright? I hope I didn't injure you or anyone."
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So she wasn't the most graceful, nor was she the most careful, to be honest. In fact, there was a greater reason why her parents and Persephone had banned Emilia from using any form of weapons whatsoever.
Emilia of Xanthos was a tad bit careless. Okay, well more then a tad bit. With a weapon in hand, Emilia was probably more of a liability to herself then she was to others, with her capability to cut herself while learning to play a lyre, would you trust her with even a dagger?
So really, if Persephone had been around, her sister would've plucked the bow out of Emilia's hands before she could've caused the disaster that was the stray arrow. But sadly, Emilia was alone in that Taengean trip for the Dionysus festival, and as such when the arrow had flew wildly out of control, Emilia had wanted to quickly place the bow down and make a run for it to find her retainers again.
What she had not counted on, was someone chancing in on her before she could make a dash for it. When an unfamiliar voice called out 'Miss?', Emilia paused mid-dash, freezing upon the follow-up query. For a split second, she wanted to dash anyway, god knows she can run fast.
But would she want to risk someone figuring out who she was? Persephone's name would be on the line, and a bad mark against her is something she did not need in her fight against the Senate to instate her as the heir to the throne of Athenia. Plus, her sandals were made of gentle goatskin, she didn't want to risk ruining them.
And so, Emilia made her decision, and quickly turned with a sheepish smile. "I'm.. all good! Just... probably shouldn't have used something I'm not familiar with." she responded, gesturing at the bow she had replaced on the barrel, the quiver next to it missing an arrow. "Are you alright? I hope I didn't injure you or anyone."
So she wasn't the most graceful, nor was she the most careful, to be honest. In fact, there was a greater reason why her parents and Persephone had banned Emilia from using any form of weapons whatsoever.
Emilia of Xanthos was a tad bit careless. Okay, well more then a tad bit. With a weapon in hand, Emilia was probably more of a liability to herself then she was to others, with her capability to cut herself while learning to play a lyre, would you trust her with even a dagger?
So really, if Persephone had been around, her sister would've plucked the bow out of Emilia's hands before she could've caused the disaster that was the stray arrow. But sadly, Emilia was alone in that Taengean trip for the Dionysus festival, and as such when the arrow had flew wildly out of control, Emilia had wanted to quickly place the bow down and make a run for it to find her retainers again.
What she had not counted on, was someone chancing in on her before she could make a dash for it. When an unfamiliar voice called out 'Miss?', Emilia paused mid-dash, freezing upon the follow-up query. For a split second, she wanted to dash anyway, god knows she can run fast.
But would she want to risk someone figuring out who she was? Persephone's name would be on the line, and a bad mark against her is something she did not need in her fight against the Senate to instate her as the heir to the throne of Athenia. Plus, her sandals were made of gentle goatskin, she didn't want to risk ruining them.
And so, Emilia made her decision, and quickly turned with a sheepish smile. "I'm.. all good! Just... probably shouldn't have used something I'm not familiar with." she responded, gesturing at the bow she had replaced on the barrel, the quiver next to it missing an arrow. "Are you alright? I hope I didn't injure you or anyone."
The stuttering girl before her reminded her quite a bit of the princess she was offering lessons to - Not in her stumbled speech, for Athanasia was by no means lacking in confidence, but in her lacking archery abilities. Perhaps that was why the woman felt the urge to help in more than just checking in to ensure everything was alright. Or maybe it was the fact that she truly did not wish to return to the festival at that time.
“I am alright,” she assured her, a warm smile appearing on her features. “Thank you for asking. I don’t believe you injured anyone other than that barrel and the person who won’t be getting the few drops of wine that spilt out of it.” She nodded up to the persperating barrel, a few plum-colored tears streaking the dark wood. “However, I think they will live. After all, there’s plenty of wine to go around.” With all of the preparations, there would be wine for many more days, despite this one being the last day of the festival. The people of Taengea would find another reason to drink; of that, Dorothea was certain.
“If anything,” the brunette continued, “I should thank you, and so should the person who will be missing out. You’ve prevented another drunkard from receiving their poison.” Her distaste for the liquid was clear in her joking muses, a slight scrunch in her button-shaped nose. “I am happy to hear you are also all good, Miss. After all, a bow and arrow can cause quite a bit of harm.” She who had been loading and shooting the weapon for over three-fourths of her life knew such a thing well. Many underestimated the weapon, thinking it lesser than a sword or spear, or even a lowly dagger.
Those who did, however, were simply people who could not yield the weapon.
“You say you are not familiar with a bow?” she questioned, walking over to pick the item in question, examining the tautness of the string and the quality of the wood. It wasn’t much, but seeing as it was deserted so carelessly, it didn’t come as much of a surprise. After all, Dorothea, who had been granted her bow and quiver of arrows from the goddess of the hunt herself, would never leave her weapon unattended, much less in a wine-filled alleyway for any intoxicated person in search of more alcohol to pick up.
Reflecting on the entire situation, Dorothea realized that the situation could’ve been increasingly worse than what it had been. Someone could’ve truly gotten injured, gravely so, or perhaps have killed themselves or another. She bent to take the quiver, examining the handful of arrows before looking back to the younger brunette in front of her.
“Would you care for me to aid you in familiarizing yourself with it?"
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The stuttering girl before her reminded her quite a bit of the princess she was offering lessons to - Not in her stumbled speech, for Athanasia was by no means lacking in confidence, but in her lacking archery abilities. Perhaps that was why the woman felt the urge to help in more than just checking in to ensure everything was alright. Or maybe it was the fact that she truly did not wish to return to the festival at that time.
“I am alright,” she assured her, a warm smile appearing on her features. “Thank you for asking. I don’t believe you injured anyone other than that barrel and the person who won’t be getting the few drops of wine that spilt out of it.” She nodded up to the persperating barrel, a few plum-colored tears streaking the dark wood. “However, I think they will live. After all, there’s plenty of wine to go around.” With all of the preparations, there would be wine for many more days, despite this one being the last day of the festival. The people of Taengea would find another reason to drink; of that, Dorothea was certain.
“If anything,” the brunette continued, “I should thank you, and so should the person who will be missing out. You’ve prevented another drunkard from receiving their poison.” Her distaste for the liquid was clear in her joking muses, a slight scrunch in her button-shaped nose. “I am happy to hear you are also all good, Miss. After all, a bow and arrow can cause quite a bit of harm.” She who had been loading and shooting the weapon for over three-fourths of her life knew such a thing well. Many underestimated the weapon, thinking it lesser than a sword or spear, or even a lowly dagger.
Those who did, however, were simply people who could not yield the weapon.
“You say you are not familiar with a bow?” she questioned, walking over to pick the item in question, examining the tautness of the string and the quality of the wood. It wasn’t much, but seeing as it was deserted so carelessly, it didn’t come as much of a surprise. After all, Dorothea, who had been granted her bow and quiver of arrows from the goddess of the hunt herself, would never leave her weapon unattended, much less in a wine-filled alleyway for any intoxicated person in search of more alcohol to pick up.
Reflecting on the entire situation, Dorothea realized that the situation could’ve been increasingly worse than what it had been. Someone could’ve truly gotten injured, gravely so, or perhaps have killed themselves or another. She bent to take the quiver, examining the handful of arrows before looking back to the younger brunette in front of her.
“Would you care for me to aid you in familiarizing yourself with it?"
The stuttering girl before her reminded her quite a bit of the princess she was offering lessons to - Not in her stumbled speech, for Athanasia was by no means lacking in confidence, but in her lacking archery abilities. Perhaps that was why the woman felt the urge to help in more than just checking in to ensure everything was alright. Or maybe it was the fact that she truly did not wish to return to the festival at that time.
“I am alright,” she assured her, a warm smile appearing on her features. “Thank you for asking. I don’t believe you injured anyone other than that barrel and the person who won’t be getting the few drops of wine that spilt out of it.” She nodded up to the persperating barrel, a few plum-colored tears streaking the dark wood. “However, I think they will live. After all, there’s plenty of wine to go around.” With all of the preparations, there would be wine for many more days, despite this one being the last day of the festival. The people of Taengea would find another reason to drink; of that, Dorothea was certain.
“If anything,” the brunette continued, “I should thank you, and so should the person who will be missing out. You’ve prevented another drunkard from receiving their poison.” Her distaste for the liquid was clear in her joking muses, a slight scrunch in her button-shaped nose. “I am happy to hear you are also all good, Miss. After all, a bow and arrow can cause quite a bit of harm.” She who had been loading and shooting the weapon for over three-fourths of her life knew such a thing well. Many underestimated the weapon, thinking it lesser than a sword or spear, or even a lowly dagger.
Those who did, however, were simply people who could not yield the weapon.
“You say you are not familiar with a bow?” she questioned, walking over to pick the item in question, examining the tautness of the string and the quality of the wood. It wasn’t much, but seeing as it was deserted so carelessly, it didn’t come as much of a surprise. After all, Dorothea, who had been granted her bow and quiver of arrows from the goddess of the hunt herself, would never leave her weapon unattended, much less in a wine-filled alleyway for any intoxicated person in search of more alcohol to pick up.
Reflecting on the entire situation, Dorothea realized that the situation could’ve been increasingly worse than what it had been. Someone could’ve truly gotten injured, gravely so, or perhaps have killed themselves or another. She bent to take the quiver, examining the handful of arrows before looking back to the younger brunette in front of her.
“Would you care for me to aid you in familiarizing yourself with it?"
Emilia's laugh was like a nightingale somewhat.Its a popular opinion back home in Athenia, that Emilia was someone who would bring joy and laughter wherever she went. An infectious laugh that lit up every part of her face, the brunette princess turned to inspect the unfortunate barrel which had somehow became her target practice upon Dorothea pointing it out and returned a grin to the girl. "There's plenty out there, last I checked, so I guess they won't be missing it." Besides, the kingdom practically produces half the wine Athenia has, Emilia doubted they would be runing short anytime soon.
She knew the bow and arrow could cause quite some harm, afterall Emilia lived in a castle fortified by these weapons. She's always been curious, but Persephone and her father insisted that as the youngest and as a princess, Emilia had no business roughening up her palms and fingers by learning the art of archery, and so Emilia could only watch.
Shaking her head when Dorothea asked, she shrugged. "Father and Sissy never thought I should, so...no, sadly I do not know how to utilize this."
Stepping back as Dorothea walked over to the bow and arrow she had replaced on the barrel, she was about to bid her goodbyes and last thank yous for checking on her wellbeing, when the other girl's question made her pause.
Should she take up that offer? But she was due to leave soon, if not by the very next day after this final chariot race was over. And surely Persephone would notice if she came back with calluses and bruises on her fingers. But still... there was no harm, plus she wouldn't want to harm someone else by being careless a next time. Would she?
"I would love to, if you don't think it'd be too much of a hazard to your health, Lady...?" Emilia ventured, and trailed off, eager to know who she was speaking to by now.
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Emilia's laugh was like a nightingale somewhat.Its a popular opinion back home in Athenia, that Emilia was someone who would bring joy and laughter wherever she went. An infectious laugh that lit up every part of her face, the brunette princess turned to inspect the unfortunate barrel which had somehow became her target practice upon Dorothea pointing it out and returned a grin to the girl. "There's plenty out there, last I checked, so I guess they won't be missing it." Besides, the kingdom practically produces half the wine Athenia has, Emilia doubted they would be runing short anytime soon.
She knew the bow and arrow could cause quite some harm, afterall Emilia lived in a castle fortified by these weapons. She's always been curious, but Persephone and her father insisted that as the youngest and as a princess, Emilia had no business roughening up her palms and fingers by learning the art of archery, and so Emilia could only watch.
Shaking her head when Dorothea asked, she shrugged. "Father and Sissy never thought I should, so...no, sadly I do not know how to utilize this."
Stepping back as Dorothea walked over to the bow and arrow she had replaced on the barrel, she was about to bid her goodbyes and last thank yous for checking on her wellbeing, when the other girl's question made her pause.
Should she take up that offer? But she was due to leave soon, if not by the very next day after this final chariot race was over. And surely Persephone would notice if she came back with calluses and bruises on her fingers. But still... there was no harm, plus she wouldn't want to harm someone else by being careless a next time. Would she?
"I would love to, if you don't think it'd be too much of a hazard to your health, Lady...?" Emilia ventured, and trailed off, eager to know who she was speaking to by now.
Emilia's laugh was like a nightingale somewhat.Its a popular opinion back home in Athenia, that Emilia was someone who would bring joy and laughter wherever she went. An infectious laugh that lit up every part of her face, the brunette princess turned to inspect the unfortunate barrel which had somehow became her target practice upon Dorothea pointing it out and returned a grin to the girl. "There's plenty out there, last I checked, so I guess they won't be missing it." Besides, the kingdom practically produces half the wine Athenia has, Emilia doubted they would be runing short anytime soon.
She knew the bow and arrow could cause quite some harm, afterall Emilia lived in a castle fortified by these weapons. She's always been curious, but Persephone and her father insisted that as the youngest and as a princess, Emilia had no business roughening up her palms and fingers by learning the art of archery, and so Emilia could only watch.
Shaking her head when Dorothea asked, she shrugged. "Father and Sissy never thought I should, so...no, sadly I do not know how to utilize this."
Stepping back as Dorothea walked over to the bow and arrow she had replaced on the barrel, she was about to bid her goodbyes and last thank yous for checking on her wellbeing, when the other girl's question made her pause.
Should she take up that offer? But she was due to leave soon, if not by the very next day after this final chariot race was over. And surely Persephone would notice if she came back with calluses and bruises on her fingers. But still... there was no harm, plus she wouldn't want to harm someone else by being careless a next time. Would she?
"I would love to, if you don't think it'd be too much of a hazard to your health, Lady...?" Emilia ventured, and trailed off, eager to know who she was speaking to by now.
Joking seemed to do well with the younger girl. When she joked about the wine, the girl quipped back. “I suppose you’re right,” agreed the older brunette, nodding her head politely once. “Let’s hope they don’t run out any time soon and come looking to find that one.” The more Emilia’s smile grew, the more her own did. It was true that the Dionysus festival often left her in sour spirits. Three days of sulking from the woman who lacked pleasure in wine and celebration- and yet, there she was, smiling.
The girl informed her family members had thought against her learning how to use the weapon. Her smile disappeared, and instead, a thoughtful frown replaced it. Dorothea never did understand why some did not think girls should know how to utilize the tools given to the human race by the gods. While the men did go off to battle, and do their civic duty, the middle child of the Dimitrou house believed that all should be able to defend themselves. After all, invaders could strike at any moment, or another citizen could threaten safety. And with women in the home, they were most susceptible to danger. The girl would one day likely grow to have a home of her own- Or so Dorothea believed, not knowing her title.
The frown morphed into a pursing of her lips in determination. When the girl spoke again to accept her offer, she lifted her gaze, which had dipped when she slipped into thought. “Hazard to my health? Nonsense. I aided in my sister’s archery lessons. I’m rather certain no one could be as poor with a bow as her.” Using her sister’s lack of blessings from Artemis as a transition to maintain a lightened mood, Dorothea let her smile reappear.
It was after a few seconds that she realized Emilia’s tone had taken a higher pitch towards the end, questioning her name. “Dorothea,” she responded to the query, smiling. “And you?” Moving to once more step foot out into the street, she lead the two into a nearby open space. “The targets here won’t be barrels, Miss, but I assure you by the end of our lesson today? You’ll be able to at least get close to hitting one.” Setting expectations low was a trick she learned when teaching the youngest Dimitrou. If anything out of the low expectation occurred, it would be quite the celebration.
“Now, take the bow in your dominant hand and grip like so.” Demonstrating first, she outstretched her arm to show how she held the weapon, fingers tight in their hold on the handle in its center. “Let’s practice that first, and then we’ll move to pulling back the string unarmed.”
Teaching those who were curious brought her back to her roots. She wasn’t always a skilled archer. While she may have never hit any barrels, she had injured a person after a rouge arrow flew into their foot. Hopefully, no such mishaps would occur during the lesson. Dorothea was especially hopeful because with no others around, it meant that her foot would likely be the one stuck.
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Joking seemed to do well with the younger girl. When she joked about the wine, the girl quipped back. “I suppose you’re right,” agreed the older brunette, nodding her head politely once. “Let’s hope they don’t run out any time soon and come looking to find that one.” The more Emilia’s smile grew, the more her own did. It was true that the Dionysus festival often left her in sour spirits. Three days of sulking from the woman who lacked pleasure in wine and celebration- and yet, there she was, smiling.
The girl informed her family members had thought against her learning how to use the weapon. Her smile disappeared, and instead, a thoughtful frown replaced it. Dorothea never did understand why some did not think girls should know how to utilize the tools given to the human race by the gods. While the men did go off to battle, and do their civic duty, the middle child of the Dimitrou house believed that all should be able to defend themselves. After all, invaders could strike at any moment, or another citizen could threaten safety. And with women in the home, they were most susceptible to danger. The girl would one day likely grow to have a home of her own- Or so Dorothea believed, not knowing her title.
The frown morphed into a pursing of her lips in determination. When the girl spoke again to accept her offer, she lifted her gaze, which had dipped when she slipped into thought. “Hazard to my health? Nonsense. I aided in my sister’s archery lessons. I’m rather certain no one could be as poor with a bow as her.” Using her sister’s lack of blessings from Artemis as a transition to maintain a lightened mood, Dorothea let her smile reappear.
It was after a few seconds that she realized Emilia’s tone had taken a higher pitch towards the end, questioning her name. “Dorothea,” she responded to the query, smiling. “And you?” Moving to once more step foot out into the street, she lead the two into a nearby open space. “The targets here won’t be barrels, Miss, but I assure you by the end of our lesson today? You’ll be able to at least get close to hitting one.” Setting expectations low was a trick she learned when teaching the youngest Dimitrou. If anything out of the low expectation occurred, it would be quite the celebration.
“Now, take the bow in your dominant hand and grip like so.” Demonstrating first, she outstretched her arm to show how she held the weapon, fingers tight in their hold on the handle in its center. “Let’s practice that first, and then we’ll move to pulling back the string unarmed.”
Teaching those who were curious brought her back to her roots. She wasn’t always a skilled archer. While she may have never hit any barrels, she had injured a person after a rouge arrow flew into their foot. Hopefully, no such mishaps would occur during the lesson. Dorothea was especially hopeful because with no others around, it meant that her foot would likely be the one stuck.
Joking seemed to do well with the younger girl. When she joked about the wine, the girl quipped back. “I suppose you’re right,” agreed the older brunette, nodding her head politely once. “Let’s hope they don’t run out any time soon and come looking to find that one.” The more Emilia’s smile grew, the more her own did. It was true that the Dionysus festival often left her in sour spirits. Three days of sulking from the woman who lacked pleasure in wine and celebration- and yet, there she was, smiling.
The girl informed her family members had thought against her learning how to use the weapon. Her smile disappeared, and instead, a thoughtful frown replaced it. Dorothea never did understand why some did not think girls should know how to utilize the tools given to the human race by the gods. While the men did go off to battle, and do their civic duty, the middle child of the Dimitrou house believed that all should be able to defend themselves. After all, invaders could strike at any moment, or another citizen could threaten safety. And with women in the home, they were most susceptible to danger. The girl would one day likely grow to have a home of her own- Or so Dorothea believed, not knowing her title.
The frown morphed into a pursing of her lips in determination. When the girl spoke again to accept her offer, she lifted her gaze, which had dipped when she slipped into thought. “Hazard to my health? Nonsense. I aided in my sister’s archery lessons. I’m rather certain no one could be as poor with a bow as her.” Using her sister’s lack of blessings from Artemis as a transition to maintain a lightened mood, Dorothea let her smile reappear.
It was after a few seconds that she realized Emilia’s tone had taken a higher pitch towards the end, questioning her name. “Dorothea,” she responded to the query, smiling. “And you?” Moving to once more step foot out into the street, she lead the two into a nearby open space. “The targets here won’t be barrels, Miss, but I assure you by the end of our lesson today? You’ll be able to at least get close to hitting one.” Setting expectations low was a trick she learned when teaching the youngest Dimitrou. If anything out of the low expectation occurred, it would be quite the celebration.
“Now, take the bow in your dominant hand and grip like so.” Demonstrating first, she outstretched her arm to show how she held the weapon, fingers tight in their hold on the handle in its center. “Let’s practice that first, and then we’ll move to pulling back the string unarmed.”
Teaching those who were curious brought her back to her roots. She wasn’t always a skilled archer. While she may have never hit any barrels, she had injured a person after a rouge arrow flew into their foot. Hopefully, no such mishaps would occur during the lesson. Dorothea was especially hopeful because with no others around, it meant that her foot would likely be the one stuck.
"Looking at the way their working through the barrels though... I won't be surprised if its soon." Emilia quipped with a dry laugh, picking up the bow in curiosity again. She had never been allowed near weapons - largely in part due to her status of course. Emilia had grown up with bodyguards with her all her life, so her father and sister had never seen a reason why the young teenage girl should have to defend herself. Plus, she wasn't the most careful one in the world, so they likely feared that she would prove more of a hazard to herself then a formidable enemy.
At her introduction, Emilia gave a little bow of her head, a sign of respect she has learned from many years being a hostess. technically as a princess, Emilia ranked highest in her kingdom and most others, and would need to pay deference to little others. Yet she was a girl trained in the ways of diplomacy, and knew that a little sign of humble respect even if the other ranked lower then her, did not hurt.
So she nodded at the Lady Dorothea. "Emilia, Princess Emilia of Athenia." she responded in return, the way Persephone had taught her to, so many years ago upon her debut to everyone at the tender age of twelve. It was in no way meant to crow her position, but simply similar to how anyone would mention their name.
Listening intently at her instruction, the brunette smiled when the elder lady assured her of her capability by the end of the day. The logical part of Emilia's mind told her there was now way but... there was no harm in trying, yeah?
Following as was said, Emilia picked up the bow with her right hand, and did her best to emulate Dorothea in gripping the weapon, fingers as tight as possible for someone with no weapon-handling background. 'Such as this?" she double checked, hazel eyes flickering to the lady.
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"Looking at the way their working through the barrels though... I won't be surprised if its soon." Emilia quipped with a dry laugh, picking up the bow in curiosity again. She had never been allowed near weapons - largely in part due to her status of course. Emilia had grown up with bodyguards with her all her life, so her father and sister had never seen a reason why the young teenage girl should have to defend herself. Plus, she wasn't the most careful one in the world, so they likely feared that she would prove more of a hazard to herself then a formidable enemy.
At her introduction, Emilia gave a little bow of her head, a sign of respect she has learned from many years being a hostess. technically as a princess, Emilia ranked highest in her kingdom and most others, and would need to pay deference to little others. Yet she was a girl trained in the ways of diplomacy, and knew that a little sign of humble respect even if the other ranked lower then her, did not hurt.
So she nodded at the Lady Dorothea. "Emilia, Princess Emilia of Athenia." she responded in return, the way Persephone had taught her to, so many years ago upon her debut to everyone at the tender age of twelve. It was in no way meant to crow her position, but simply similar to how anyone would mention their name.
Listening intently at her instruction, the brunette smiled when the elder lady assured her of her capability by the end of the day. The logical part of Emilia's mind told her there was now way but... there was no harm in trying, yeah?
Following as was said, Emilia picked up the bow with her right hand, and did her best to emulate Dorothea in gripping the weapon, fingers as tight as possible for someone with no weapon-handling background. 'Such as this?" she double checked, hazel eyes flickering to the lady.
"Looking at the way their working through the barrels though... I won't be surprised if its soon." Emilia quipped with a dry laugh, picking up the bow in curiosity again. She had never been allowed near weapons - largely in part due to her status of course. Emilia had grown up with bodyguards with her all her life, so her father and sister had never seen a reason why the young teenage girl should have to defend herself. Plus, she wasn't the most careful one in the world, so they likely feared that she would prove more of a hazard to herself then a formidable enemy.
At her introduction, Emilia gave a little bow of her head, a sign of respect she has learned from many years being a hostess. technically as a princess, Emilia ranked highest in her kingdom and most others, and would need to pay deference to little others. Yet she was a girl trained in the ways of diplomacy, and knew that a little sign of humble respect even if the other ranked lower then her, did not hurt.
So she nodded at the Lady Dorothea. "Emilia, Princess Emilia of Athenia." she responded in return, the way Persephone had taught her to, so many years ago upon her debut to everyone at the tender age of twelve. It was in no way meant to crow her position, but simply similar to how anyone would mention their name.
Listening intently at her instruction, the brunette smiled when the elder lady assured her of her capability by the end of the day. The logical part of Emilia's mind told her there was now way but... there was no harm in trying, yeah?
Following as was said, Emilia picked up the bow with her right hand, and did her best to emulate Dorothea in gripping the weapon, fingers as tight as possible for someone with no weapon-handling background. 'Such as this?" she double checked, hazel eyes flickering to the lady.
The idea of more barrels of wine being escorted to the main sections of the festival for consumption prompted Dorothea to roll her eyes. “Gods I hope not,” she responded back, allowing their short set of back and forth teases to end there.
If the reasons the younger brunette’s family denied her lessons prior to this moment, Dorothea would’ve been able to relate Emilia to her little sister Alexa. As of late, she was rather upset with her father for his refusal of the youngest Dimitrou to take part in weaponry lessons of any kind for fear of ending up like the middle child: sans husband. It seemed that her father wanted “more” than what Dorothea had for Alexa, but in her opinion, what she had was much greater than marriage. She had freedom, the ability to do whatever she wanted, when she wanted. Well, she still had her father to answer to, but he was rather busy with keeping taps on Alexa.
With her sidetracked thought process, Dorothea had missed the girl’s introduction entirely. “Forgive me, Miss. What was that? I was thinking of how much you remind me of my sister.” And when she repeated herself, the woman dipped into a low bow, offering her a grander sign of respect, which she was deserving of. “Your Highness,” she said as she straightened. “Please, forgive me. I was unaware of your royal status. It is an honor to be of your presence.”
It made a bit more of sense now why she had never learned how to use a bow. Surrounded by bodyguards to protect her, and with a high value of life, it made much more sense. “It’s an honor to teach you, Princess Emilia.” And it truly was.
The girl mimicked her position and posture, and Dorothea smiled softly, nodding. “Yes. Just like that.” Reaching out, she made a few minor adjustments. “Perfect. Now,” she started, reaching out to grip the girl’s wrist loosely and raise it to the string. “With your index and middle fingers, pull back the string. Use the pads of your fingers to do so, and do not allow the string to slip into the fold of your knuckles. If it does, it takes longer to release the string, which means you could miss your target if it is moving.”
Stepping away so that the girl could hold the position on her lonesome, Dorothea’s gaze scrutinized her handling. Once satisfied, she nodded and let her eyes settle back on Emilia’s face. “Now, start from the very beginning. Pick up the bow from the ground with the grip we worked on, and then move to pluck the string backwards. Worry not about speed, and instead, focus on proper placement and grip."
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The idea of more barrels of wine being escorted to the main sections of the festival for consumption prompted Dorothea to roll her eyes. “Gods I hope not,” she responded back, allowing their short set of back and forth teases to end there.
If the reasons the younger brunette’s family denied her lessons prior to this moment, Dorothea would’ve been able to relate Emilia to her little sister Alexa. As of late, she was rather upset with her father for his refusal of the youngest Dimitrou to take part in weaponry lessons of any kind for fear of ending up like the middle child: sans husband. It seemed that her father wanted “more” than what Dorothea had for Alexa, but in her opinion, what she had was much greater than marriage. She had freedom, the ability to do whatever she wanted, when she wanted. Well, she still had her father to answer to, but he was rather busy with keeping taps on Alexa.
With her sidetracked thought process, Dorothea had missed the girl’s introduction entirely. “Forgive me, Miss. What was that? I was thinking of how much you remind me of my sister.” And when she repeated herself, the woman dipped into a low bow, offering her a grander sign of respect, which she was deserving of. “Your Highness,” she said as she straightened. “Please, forgive me. I was unaware of your royal status. It is an honor to be of your presence.”
It made a bit more of sense now why she had never learned how to use a bow. Surrounded by bodyguards to protect her, and with a high value of life, it made much more sense. “It’s an honor to teach you, Princess Emilia.” And it truly was.
The girl mimicked her position and posture, and Dorothea smiled softly, nodding. “Yes. Just like that.” Reaching out, she made a few minor adjustments. “Perfect. Now,” she started, reaching out to grip the girl’s wrist loosely and raise it to the string. “With your index and middle fingers, pull back the string. Use the pads of your fingers to do so, and do not allow the string to slip into the fold of your knuckles. If it does, it takes longer to release the string, which means you could miss your target if it is moving.”
Stepping away so that the girl could hold the position on her lonesome, Dorothea’s gaze scrutinized her handling. Once satisfied, she nodded and let her eyes settle back on Emilia’s face. “Now, start from the very beginning. Pick up the bow from the ground with the grip we worked on, and then move to pluck the string backwards. Worry not about speed, and instead, focus on proper placement and grip."
The idea of more barrels of wine being escorted to the main sections of the festival for consumption prompted Dorothea to roll her eyes. “Gods I hope not,” she responded back, allowing their short set of back and forth teases to end there.
If the reasons the younger brunette’s family denied her lessons prior to this moment, Dorothea would’ve been able to relate Emilia to her little sister Alexa. As of late, she was rather upset with her father for his refusal of the youngest Dimitrou to take part in weaponry lessons of any kind for fear of ending up like the middle child: sans husband. It seemed that her father wanted “more” than what Dorothea had for Alexa, but in her opinion, what she had was much greater than marriage. She had freedom, the ability to do whatever she wanted, when she wanted. Well, she still had her father to answer to, but he was rather busy with keeping taps on Alexa.
With her sidetracked thought process, Dorothea had missed the girl’s introduction entirely. “Forgive me, Miss. What was that? I was thinking of how much you remind me of my sister.” And when she repeated herself, the woman dipped into a low bow, offering her a grander sign of respect, which she was deserving of. “Your Highness,” she said as she straightened. “Please, forgive me. I was unaware of your royal status. It is an honor to be of your presence.”
It made a bit more of sense now why she had never learned how to use a bow. Surrounded by bodyguards to protect her, and with a high value of life, it made much more sense. “It’s an honor to teach you, Princess Emilia.” And it truly was.
The girl mimicked her position and posture, and Dorothea smiled softly, nodding. “Yes. Just like that.” Reaching out, she made a few minor adjustments. “Perfect. Now,” she started, reaching out to grip the girl’s wrist loosely and raise it to the string. “With your index and middle fingers, pull back the string. Use the pads of your fingers to do so, and do not allow the string to slip into the fold of your knuckles. If it does, it takes longer to release the string, which means you could miss your target if it is moving.”
Stepping away so that the girl could hold the position on her lonesome, Dorothea’s gaze scrutinized her handling. Once satisfied, she nodded and let her eyes settle back on Emilia’s face. “Now, start from the very beginning. Pick up the bow from the ground with the grip we worked on, and then move to pluck the string backwards. Worry not about speed, and instead, focus on proper placement and grip."
Despite certain people's belief that princesses or ladies should be well equipped to fight however, Emilia was quite happy with her lot in life. Never complaining on her status as a princess, Emilia had more or less relinquished the role of protector to her bodyguards, and it does not help that her head bodyguard Nicholai, being extremely overprotective of the young princess, was rarely far from her side. As such, Emilia barely needed any form of self-defense lessons - of course, it could also largely be due to how she had no brothers to speak of.
Hearing the other woman speak, Emilia smiled, shaking her head to wave away her apology and subsequent greeting. "Please, do away with the formalities, Lady Dorothea." she murmured, her eyes flickering back to the bow again. She addressed the lady as was appropriate of her status, for the young ladies name had popped out as familiar, one of the many names Emilia has had to learn from etiquette class, part and parcel of being a princess and learning all she could about their neighboring kingdoms and their noble families.
"Out of Athenia, I am but a simple lady. I am... curious of this weapon, but I must confess, while I have been curious, I have never had more then a fleeting interest in it. I fear I may be a poor student."
Getting into the position as mentioned, allowing the other to adjust her, her fingers tightened as Dorothea brought her fingers to grip her own wrist, and she bit her lip as Dorothea instructed her, doing as told. With what appeared to be a concentrating look, she winced when the string accidentally slipped out of her grip with a loud 'twang!', and probably would've murdered someone had she docked an arrow in the weapon.
With the empty bow though, the greatest harm it did was just a minor abrasion on Emilia's fingers as she hissed, dropping the bow to the ground with a clatter. Emilia instinctively stuck her finger in her mouth, having none of Persephone's legendary grace and poise. It took a second or two before she realized what she had done, and quickly took her grazed finger out with a bashful look, and flinched as she bent down to pick up the bow, to hand it back to Dorothea. "I fear I may cause more harm then learn good, Lady Dorothea. Plus, my sister would not be pleased to find out I have been breaking protocol here while on a visitation." While she was curious, her curiosity simply was not enough to garner more injuries, and calluses that Persephone would surely question.
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Despite certain people's belief that princesses or ladies should be well equipped to fight however, Emilia was quite happy with her lot in life. Never complaining on her status as a princess, Emilia had more or less relinquished the role of protector to her bodyguards, and it does not help that her head bodyguard Nicholai, being extremely overprotective of the young princess, was rarely far from her side. As such, Emilia barely needed any form of self-defense lessons - of course, it could also largely be due to how she had no brothers to speak of.
Hearing the other woman speak, Emilia smiled, shaking her head to wave away her apology and subsequent greeting. "Please, do away with the formalities, Lady Dorothea." she murmured, her eyes flickering back to the bow again. She addressed the lady as was appropriate of her status, for the young ladies name had popped out as familiar, one of the many names Emilia has had to learn from etiquette class, part and parcel of being a princess and learning all she could about their neighboring kingdoms and their noble families.
"Out of Athenia, I am but a simple lady. I am... curious of this weapon, but I must confess, while I have been curious, I have never had more then a fleeting interest in it. I fear I may be a poor student."
Getting into the position as mentioned, allowing the other to adjust her, her fingers tightened as Dorothea brought her fingers to grip her own wrist, and she bit her lip as Dorothea instructed her, doing as told. With what appeared to be a concentrating look, she winced when the string accidentally slipped out of her grip with a loud 'twang!', and probably would've murdered someone had she docked an arrow in the weapon.
With the empty bow though, the greatest harm it did was just a minor abrasion on Emilia's fingers as she hissed, dropping the bow to the ground with a clatter. Emilia instinctively stuck her finger in her mouth, having none of Persephone's legendary grace and poise. It took a second or two before she realized what she had done, and quickly took her grazed finger out with a bashful look, and flinched as she bent down to pick up the bow, to hand it back to Dorothea. "I fear I may cause more harm then learn good, Lady Dorothea. Plus, my sister would not be pleased to find out I have been breaking protocol here while on a visitation." While she was curious, her curiosity simply was not enough to garner more injuries, and calluses that Persephone would surely question.
Despite certain people's belief that princesses or ladies should be well equipped to fight however, Emilia was quite happy with her lot in life. Never complaining on her status as a princess, Emilia had more or less relinquished the role of protector to her bodyguards, and it does not help that her head bodyguard Nicholai, being extremely overprotective of the young princess, was rarely far from her side. As such, Emilia barely needed any form of self-defense lessons - of course, it could also largely be due to how she had no brothers to speak of.
Hearing the other woman speak, Emilia smiled, shaking her head to wave away her apology and subsequent greeting. "Please, do away with the formalities, Lady Dorothea." she murmured, her eyes flickering back to the bow again. She addressed the lady as was appropriate of her status, for the young ladies name had popped out as familiar, one of the many names Emilia has had to learn from etiquette class, part and parcel of being a princess and learning all she could about their neighboring kingdoms and their noble families.
"Out of Athenia, I am but a simple lady. I am... curious of this weapon, but I must confess, while I have been curious, I have never had more then a fleeting interest in it. I fear I may be a poor student."
Getting into the position as mentioned, allowing the other to adjust her, her fingers tightened as Dorothea brought her fingers to grip her own wrist, and she bit her lip as Dorothea instructed her, doing as told. With what appeared to be a concentrating look, she winced when the string accidentally slipped out of her grip with a loud 'twang!', and probably would've murdered someone had she docked an arrow in the weapon.
With the empty bow though, the greatest harm it did was just a minor abrasion on Emilia's fingers as she hissed, dropping the bow to the ground with a clatter. Emilia instinctively stuck her finger in her mouth, having none of Persephone's legendary grace and poise. It took a second or two before she realized what she had done, and quickly took her grazed finger out with a bashful look, and flinched as she bent down to pick up the bow, to hand it back to Dorothea. "I fear I may cause more harm then learn good, Lady Dorothea. Plus, my sister would not be pleased to find out I have been breaking protocol here while on a visitation." While she was curious, her curiosity simply was not enough to garner more injuries, and calluses that Persephone would surely question.
Formalities were requested to be set aside, and the woman bowed her head slightly once more. “As you wish,” she agreed, then smiled once more. She had barely stepped away, however, when Emilia’s grip failed, and the bow landed after a piercing ‘twang!’ rang out. Dorothea winced secondhand, and was thankful she had decided to keep the weapon unloaded. Empty meant no arrow, and no arrow meant no significant harm to anyone or thing in their vicinity.
In a childish fashion, a finger was sent into the young princess’ mouth. Dorothea couldn’t help but allow her lips to pull back some in a smile, but she stepped in closer. Emilia handed the bow back to her, and the elder brunette took it with a firm grasp that showed her respect for the weapon. “I understand,” she assured the girl, soft in tone and voice. “I am sorry to hear she would not be pleased, and I, too, wish for you not to break protocol while visiting in Taengea.” Walking out of the small fenced area and into the alleyway, she placed the bow to rest once more atop the barrel.
“But,” she added, turning to face Emilia once more with a gentle smile on her lips. “I do request that, if you do have a desire to learn, that you do not allow your fear to hinder such an endeavor. While bows can be as dangerous as any other weapon, they are also useful tools. You never know when you might need to utilize one.” As if on cue, a loud group of partiers passed, hooting and hollering obnoxiously. Dorothea could not help but roll her eyes, even in the presence of the princess.
“If you ever wish to learn anymore from me, please feel free to contact me. I have taught others prior, and would be honored to do the same with you. Additionally, I believe my sister would find quite the friend in you. You two are very, very similar.” She smiled at the idea of the two girls hitting it off. It’d be quite a sight to see with how likeminded they were.
With one last bow of her head, Dorothea exited the alleyway and moved to return, sans eagerness, to her family table under the main pergola of the festival.
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Formalities were requested to be set aside, and the woman bowed her head slightly once more. “As you wish,” she agreed, then smiled once more. She had barely stepped away, however, when Emilia’s grip failed, and the bow landed after a piercing ‘twang!’ rang out. Dorothea winced secondhand, and was thankful she had decided to keep the weapon unloaded. Empty meant no arrow, and no arrow meant no significant harm to anyone or thing in their vicinity.
In a childish fashion, a finger was sent into the young princess’ mouth. Dorothea couldn’t help but allow her lips to pull back some in a smile, but she stepped in closer. Emilia handed the bow back to her, and the elder brunette took it with a firm grasp that showed her respect for the weapon. “I understand,” she assured the girl, soft in tone and voice. “I am sorry to hear she would not be pleased, and I, too, wish for you not to break protocol while visiting in Taengea.” Walking out of the small fenced area and into the alleyway, she placed the bow to rest once more atop the barrel.
“But,” she added, turning to face Emilia once more with a gentle smile on her lips. “I do request that, if you do have a desire to learn, that you do not allow your fear to hinder such an endeavor. While bows can be as dangerous as any other weapon, they are also useful tools. You never know when you might need to utilize one.” As if on cue, a loud group of partiers passed, hooting and hollering obnoxiously. Dorothea could not help but roll her eyes, even in the presence of the princess.
“If you ever wish to learn anymore from me, please feel free to contact me. I have taught others prior, and would be honored to do the same with you. Additionally, I believe my sister would find quite the friend in you. You two are very, very similar.” She smiled at the idea of the two girls hitting it off. It’d be quite a sight to see with how likeminded they were.
With one last bow of her head, Dorothea exited the alleyway and moved to return, sans eagerness, to her family table under the main pergola of the festival.
Formalities were requested to be set aside, and the woman bowed her head slightly once more. “As you wish,” she agreed, then smiled once more. She had barely stepped away, however, when Emilia’s grip failed, and the bow landed after a piercing ‘twang!’ rang out. Dorothea winced secondhand, and was thankful she had decided to keep the weapon unloaded. Empty meant no arrow, and no arrow meant no significant harm to anyone or thing in their vicinity.
In a childish fashion, a finger was sent into the young princess’ mouth. Dorothea couldn’t help but allow her lips to pull back some in a smile, but she stepped in closer. Emilia handed the bow back to her, and the elder brunette took it with a firm grasp that showed her respect for the weapon. “I understand,” she assured the girl, soft in tone and voice. “I am sorry to hear she would not be pleased, and I, too, wish for you not to break protocol while visiting in Taengea.” Walking out of the small fenced area and into the alleyway, she placed the bow to rest once more atop the barrel.
“But,” she added, turning to face Emilia once more with a gentle smile on her lips. “I do request that, if you do have a desire to learn, that you do not allow your fear to hinder such an endeavor. While bows can be as dangerous as any other weapon, they are also useful tools. You never know when you might need to utilize one.” As if on cue, a loud group of partiers passed, hooting and hollering obnoxiously. Dorothea could not help but roll her eyes, even in the presence of the princess.
“If you ever wish to learn anymore from me, please feel free to contact me. I have taught others prior, and would be honored to do the same with you. Additionally, I believe my sister would find quite the friend in you. You two are very, very similar.” She smiled at the idea of the two girls hitting it off. It’d be quite a sight to see with how likeminded they were.
With one last bow of her head, Dorothea exited the alleyway and moved to return, sans eagerness, to her family table under the main pergola of the festival.
