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As Keikelius of Stravos and his wife Circenia came to join Persephone, Emilia and Iason in the top box, Persephone kept her back and neck ramrod straight as Keikelius took up a seat just behind her. It was one to display oneself as strong and commanding before a crowd of thousands kept a safe distance. It was just as necessary, though entirely different to keep your cool and the impression of your countenance just as strong in the face of an individual foe only a few inches behind you.
But this was not to perturb Persephone. Else she would not have invited the parents of her strongest rival for the throne to come and sit with her - behind her - at a public event. It was in this moment that she would be able to show her grace, poise and commanding spirit before many of her own people... including Keikelius and Circenia themselves.
Her murmured response of -
"And to you..." In wishing them enjoyment of the show, was eclipsed by the dimming of torches within the large tent. When they had ended, the flaps of the structure were raised to allow patronage inside. Now, they were allowed to drop, cutting off the natural light sources while several of the burning torches around the outside of the crowd were also silenced. The cloth room was now swarthy, murky and almost romantic in aura until suddenly the master of the ring instructed the event and performance to begin.
Torches were relit and the with light came a spectacle to behold. The one most astonishing to the young princess' eyes was that of a child - a boy, surely? though she could not be certain from this distance - freeing himself from a ring of flame, only to catch and secure his body onto a singular rope hanging from the central arc of the fabric dome.
Persephone watched, having to use conscious thought to keep her jaw from dropping open but unable to refrain a wide-eyed gaze as she watched the young man work his body around the rope and perform all sorts of tricks.
When the creature was wrapped in the long white rope - secured around his hip, his waist or his shoulder, Persephone felt calm and simply marvelled at his body strength. It was when he loosened such twists and simply held on that she could only be shocked at his reckless bravery. When the boy seemed to drop from the rope, sliding suddenly with dips and booms in the music, Persephone couldn't help the small but shocked inhale that her lungs clawed at as she felt certain the performer were about to fall to his death.
Each and every time he, instead, amazing in his ability to still his fall, control his descent and return back to the heights from whence he came.
Persephone had never seen anything like it...
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As Keikelius of Stravos and his wife Circenia came to join Persephone, Emilia and Iason in the top box, Persephone kept her back and neck ramrod straight as Keikelius took up a seat just behind her. It was one to display oneself as strong and commanding before a crowd of thousands kept a safe distance. It was just as necessary, though entirely different to keep your cool and the impression of your countenance just as strong in the face of an individual foe only a few inches behind you.
But this was not to perturb Persephone. Else she would not have invited the parents of her strongest rival for the throne to come and sit with her - behind her - at a public event. It was in this moment that she would be able to show her grace, poise and commanding spirit before many of her own people... including Keikelius and Circenia themselves.
Her murmured response of -
"And to you..." In wishing them enjoyment of the show, was eclipsed by the dimming of torches within the large tent. When they had ended, the flaps of the structure were raised to allow patronage inside. Now, they were allowed to drop, cutting off the natural light sources while several of the burning torches around the outside of the crowd were also silenced. The cloth room was now swarthy, murky and almost romantic in aura until suddenly the master of the ring instructed the event and performance to begin.
Torches were relit and the with light came a spectacle to behold. The one most astonishing to the young princess' eyes was that of a child - a boy, surely? though she could not be certain from this distance - freeing himself from a ring of flame, only to catch and secure his body onto a singular rope hanging from the central arc of the fabric dome.
Persephone watched, having to use conscious thought to keep her jaw from dropping open but unable to refrain a wide-eyed gaze as she watched the young man work his body around the rope and perform all sorts of tricks.
When the creature was wrapped in the long white rope - secured around his hip, his waist or his shoulder, Persephone felt calm and simply marvelled at his body strength. It was when he loosened such twists and simply held on that she could only be shocked at his reckless bravery. When the boy seemed to drop from the rope, sliding suddenly with dips and booms in the music, Persephone couldn't help the small but shocked inhale that her lungs clawed at as she felt certain the performer were about to fall to his death.
Each and every time he, instead, amazing in his ability to still his fall, control his descent and return back to the heights from whence he came.
Persephone had never seen anything like it...
As Keikelius of Stravos and his wife Circenia came to join Persephone, Emilia and Iason in the top box, Persephone kept her back and neck ramrod straight as Keikelius took up a seat just behind her. It was one to display oneself as strong and commanding before a crowd of thousands kept a safe distance. It was just as necessary, though entirely different to keep your cool and the impression of your countenance just as strong in the face of an individual foe only a few inches behind you.
But this was not to perturb Persephone. Else she would not have invited the parents of her strongest rival for the throne to come and sit with her - behind her - at a public event. It was in this moment that she would be able to show her grace, poise and commanding spirit before many of her own people... including Keikelius and Circenia themselves.
Her murmured response of -
"And to you..." In wishing them enjoyment of the show, was eclipsed by the dimming of torches within the large tent. When they had ended, the flaps of the structure were raised to allow patronage inside. Now, they were allowed to drop, cutting off the natural light sources while several of the burning torches around the outside of the crowd were also silenced. The cloth room was now swarthy, murky and almost romantic in aura until suddenly the master of the ring instructed the event and performance to begin.
Torches were relit and the with light came a spectacle to behold. The one most astonishing to the young princess' eyes was that of a child - a boy, surely? though she could not be certain from this distance - freeing himself from a ring of flame, only to catch and secure his body onto a singular rope hanging from the central arc of the fabric dome.
Persephone watched, having to use conscious thought to keep her jaw from dropping open but unable to refrain a wide-eyed gaze as she watched the young man work his body around the rope and perform all sorts of tricks.
When the creature was wrapped in the long white rope - secured around his hip, his waist or his shoulder, Persephone felt calm and simply marvelled at his body strength. It was when he loosened such twists and simply held on that she could only be shocked at his reckless bravery. When the boy seemed to drop from the rope, sliding suddenly with dips and booms in the music, Persephone couldn't help the small but shocked inhale that her lungs clawed at as she felt certain the performer were about to fall to his death.
Each and every time he, instead, amazing in his ability to still his fall, control his descent and return back to the heights from whence he came.
Persephone had never seen anything like it...
Seated next to her sister on the raised dais that held the best view and was also viewed the most from the whole tent, Emilia collected her gown, turned over her shoulder to ensure herself that Nicholai was still by her side (his presence always ensured Emilia's safety afterall), and with Dawn next to her, the youngest Xanthos princess settled herself in to watch the show. As the Stravos family streamed in to join them in the show, Emilia nodded in curt respect to the lord and lady, who was also simultaneously her aunt and uncle.
While she had no close relations with her elder relatives, Emilia's realation with their daughter Danae was not the best of relations between cousins. As such, as the two entered the seats and took up the spaces behind, the young princess could not help but glance around to see if her lifelong thorn in her side had come along with her parents.
Thankful that the angry young Stravos seemed nowhere around, instead the brunette turned when Keikelius spoke, and gave a small smile as was courtesy, well taught by the tutors her sister had hired for her. Turning to Circenia, Emilia nodded respectfully as well. Her aunt was a beautiful lady, yet a part of Emilia was cautious with her, especially from Danae's treatment of the young princess. While Emilia was well aware that the Stravos heir, Elias, was a fine specimen of a male, it did not negate the fact that Danae and Chara were both not the best role models she had, and as such it made Emilia tread warily with her aunt.
"I do hope the performances meet your expectations as well, my lady." Her tone every bit respectful as she spoke. "Tis a pity that my cousins seemed to be missing this show, but I hope we'll be able to see their attendance later at the festivities in the palace." Emilia smiled, straightening up again before turning to the show. For the Stravos's t o pick skipping the night gala would be an absolute snub to the royal family... they would not do that, would they?
By then, the torches were lit, a deep gong sounding out to signify the beginning of the show. As she settled back in her seat, her eyes fell upon the show, and they soon widened as the young boy in the spotlight did death defying tricks, before he somehow managed to transition from rope to a circular metal structure hung on the other side of the arena, performing his impossibly dextrous acts there, in ways in which made Emilia wonder how it was humanly possibly for the bodies to bend.
When his performance ended with a final flip through the air, and he landed with both feet on the ground. Emilia noticed him stumble a little, but covered it nicely by skidding across the sandy ground with a confident smile, and the whole tent burst into applause at the conclusion of his performance, the lights dimming before the next act came out, a woman with half a dozen snakes at her beck and call. As an eerie sounding music began playing, and the snakes began swaying to the woman's directive, Emilia leaned to her sister with a cheeky grin, "Perhaps one of my lessons could be to learn what the acrobat has performed? That I wouldn't mind."
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Seated next to her sister on the raised dais that held the best view and was also viewed the most from the whole tent, Emilia collected her gown, turned over her shoulder to ensure herself that Nicholai was still by her side (his presence always ensured Emilia's safety afterall), and with Dawn next to her, the youngest Xanthos princess settled herself in to watch the show. As the Stravos family streamed in to join them in the show, Emilia nodded in curt respect to the lord and lady, who was also simultaneously her aunt and uncle.
While she had no close relations with her elder relatives, Emilia's realation with their daughter Danae was not the best of relations between cousins. As such, as the two entered the seats and took up the spaces behind, the young princess could not help but glance around to see if her lifelong thorn in her side had come along with her parents.
Thankful that the angry young Stravos seemed nowhere around, instead the brunette turned when Keikelius spoke, and gave a small smile as was courtesy, well taught by the tutors her sister had hired for her. Turning to Circenia, Emilia nodded respectfully as well. Her aunt was a beautiful lady, yet a part of Emilia was cautious with her, especially from Danae's treatment of the young princess. While Emilia was well aware that the Stravos heir, Elias, was a fine specimen of a male, it did not negate the fact that Danae and Chara were both not the best role models she had, and as such it made Emilia tread warily with her aunt.
"I do hope the performances meet your expectations as well, my lady." Her tone every bit respectful as she spoke. "Tis a pity that my cousins seemed to be missing this show, but I hope we'll be able to see their attendance later at the festivities in the palace." Emilia smiled, straightening up again before turning to the show. For the Stravos's t o pick skipping the night gala would be an absolute snub to the royal family... they would not do that, would they?
By then, the torches were lit, a deep gong sounding out to signify the beginning of the show. As she settled back in her seat, her eyes fell upon the show, and they soon widened as the young boy in the spotlight did death defying tricks, before he somehow managed to transition from rope to a circular metal structure hung on the other side of the arena, performing his impossibly dextrous acts there, in ways in which made Emilia wonder how it was humanly possibly for the bodies to bend.
When his performance ended with a final flip through the air, and he landed with both feet on the ground. Emilia noticed him stumble a little, but covered it nicely by skidding across the sandy ground with a confident smile, and the whole tent burst into applause at the conclusion of his performance, the lights dimming before the next act came out, a woman with half a dozen snakes at her beck and call. As an eerie sounding music began playing, and the snakes began swaying to the woman's directive, Emilia leaned to her sister with a cheeky grin, "Perhaps one of my lessons could be to learn what the acrobat has performed? That I wouldn't mind."
Seated next to her sister on the raised dais that held the best view and was also viewed the most from the whole tent, Emilia collected her gown, turned over her shoulder to ensure herself that Nicholai was still by her side (his presence always ensured Emilia's safety afterall), and with Dawn next to her, the youngest Xanthos princess settled herself in to watch the show. As the Stravos family streamed in to join them in the show, Emilia nodded in curt respect to the lord and lady, who was also simultaneously her aunt and uncle.
While she had no close relations with her elder relatives, Emilia's realation with their daughter Danae was not the best of relations between cousins. As such, as the two entered the seats and took up the spaces behind, the young princess could not help but glance around to see if her lifelong thorn in her side had come along with her parents.
Thankful that the angry young Stravos seemed nowhere around, instead the brunette turned when Keikelius spoke, and gave a small smile as was courtesy, well taught by the tutors her sister had hired for her. Turning to Circenia, Emilia nodded respectfully as well. Her aunt was a beautiful lady, yet a part of Emilia was cautious with her, especially from Danae's treatment of the young princess. While Emilia was well aware that the Stravos heir, Elias, was a fine specimen of a male, it did not negate the fact that Danae and Chara were both not the best role models she had, and as such it made Emilia tread warily with her aunt.
"I do hope the performances meet your expectations as well, my lady." Her tone every bit respectful as she spoke. "Tis a pity that my cousins seemed to be missing this show, but I hope we'll be able to see their attendance later at the festivities in the palace." Emilia smiled, straightening up again before turning to the show. For the Stravos's t o pick skipping the night gala would be an absolute snub to the royal family... they would not do that, would they?
By then, the torches were lit, a deep gong sounding out to signify the beginning of the show. As she settled back in her seat, her eyes fell upon the show, and they soon widened as the young boy in the spotlight did death defying tricks, before he somehow managed to transition from rope to a circular metal structure hung on the other side of the arena, performing his impossibly dextrous acts there, in ways in which made Emilia wonder how it was humanly possibly for the bodies to bend.
When his performance ended with a final flip through the air, and he landed with both feet on the ground. Emilia noticed him stumble a little, but covered it nicely by skidding across the sandy ground with a confident smile, and the whole tent burst into applause at the conclusion of his performance, the lights dimming before the next act came out, a woman with half a dozen snakes at her beck and call. As an eerie sounding music began playing, and the snakes began swaying to the woman's directive, Emilia leaned to her sister with a cheeky grin, "Perhaps one of my lessons could be to learn what the acrobat has performed? That I wouldn't mind."
Circenia's own posture mimicked that of the elder princess. She could remember once upon a time when she had been in their position. She was in the front row of the box where all could see, watch, and most importantly - judge. The people loved while concurrently hated the royal family. She always knew that it was mostly out of jealousy. Those needy green envious eyes of a rival always seemed to be the basis for most of the complaints as she was growing up. A chin tipped upward and eyes forward were good enough to pass them by and just know that she was better than the lot of them.
There wasn't time to sneak in a reply to Emilia's remark about the whereabouts of her children. At it was for the best. Circenia internalized it in the worst way possible as lids lowered with a slight glare as soon as the young princess turned her attention to the glamour of the show. But, she wasn't necessarily mad at Emilia. She was more now wanting to whip her own children for not attending this, even if they did - they hadn't made themselves apparent to the princesses. Circenia would likely remedy that later. They would all have a delightful family chat.
Dynamics of the families were never quite great. And if Minas would have had a son, maybe it would be better. Yet, he didn't. And that meant that her own son had a good chance to be King of Athenia. The rightful heir to the throne. She would fight with every part of her being to make that happen. It was her main ambition. And that was the root of all the animosity and tension between them all. Speaking of family that was present... where had her brother been? Was he ill? She shifted and began thinking harder, but soon was distracted by the man who was the center of the show.
Circenia had seen many spectacles throughout her life of luxury, but this was something radical and new. He was all by himself, yet dared with his life just as often as the gladiators. The music booming and his body moving with each beat. The lady moved forward at the edge of her seat as she watched, only while most might have been concerned and hoping that he succeeded - there was a slight want in her to see him fall. It was a terrible thought to have, but it was the same reason she watched the boat races to see the damage. The lady wasn't a nice person. She pretended to be kind, but most knew the truth by now anyhow. She was selfish.
They were behind the princesses and not many would be able to see as she reached out and grabbed Keikelius' hand when the man dropped again. She held on for the rest of the routine and let go to join in the applause.
Her hands clapping together didn't keep her from eavesdropping Persephone and Emilia in front of her. "That is not befitting a princess. Languages, history, art, music. That is all you need." Even though later that night she had all the intentions in the world to tease about the applications of such aerobatics in the bedroom to her husband. That perhaps maybe it would be something a princess could learn to please her husband someday, but that was not a way she was wanting to think of her dear niece, Emilia.
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Circenia's own posture mimicked that of the elder princess. She could remember once upon a time when she had been in their position. She was in the front row of the box where all could see, watch, and most importantly - judge. The people loved while concurrently hated the royal family. She always knew that it was mostly out of jealousy. Those needy green envious eyes of a rival always seemed to be the basis for most of the complaints as she was growing up. A chin tipped upward and eyes forward were good enough to pass them by and just know that she was better than the lot of them.
There wasn't time to sneak in a reply to Emilia's remark about the whereabouts of her children. At it was for the best. Circenia internalized it in the worst way possible as lids lowered with a slight glare as soon as the young princess turned her attention to the glamour of the show. But, she wasn't necessarily mad at Emilia. She was more now wanting to whip her own children for not attending this, even if they did - they hadn't made themselves apparent to the princesses. Circenia would likely remedy that later. They would all have a delightful family chat.
Dynamics of the families were never quite great. And if Minas would have had a son, maybe it would be better. Yet, he didn't. And that meant that her own son had a good chance to be King of Athenia. The rightful heir to the throne. She would fight with every part of her being to make that happen. It was her main ambition. And that was the root of all the animosity and tension between them all. Speaking of family that was present... where had her brother been? Was he ill? She shifted and began thinking harder, but soon was distracted by the man who was the center of the show.
Circenia had seen many spectacles throughout her life of luxury, but this was something radical and new. He was all by himself, yet dared with his life just as often as the gladiators. The music booming and his body moving with each beat. The lady moved forward at the edge of her seat as she watched, only while most might have been concerned and hoping that he succeeded - there was a slight want in her to see him fall. It was a terrible thought to have, but it was the same reason she watched the boat races to see the damage. The lady wasn't a nice person. She pretended to be kind, but most knew the truth by now anyhow. She was selfish.
They were behind the princesses and not many would be able to see as she reached out and grabbed Keikelius' hand when the man dropped again. She held on for the rest of the routine and let go to join in the applause.
Her hands clapping together didn't keep her from eavesdropping Persephone and Emilia in front of her. "That is not befitting a princess. Languages, history, art, music. That is all you need." Even though later that night she had all the intentions in the world to tease about the applications of such aerobatics in the bedroom to her husband. That perhaps maybe it would be something a princess could learn to please her husband someday, but that was not a way she was wanting to think of her dear niece, Emilia.
Circenia's own posture mimicked that of the elder princess. She could remember once upon a time when she had been in their position. She was in the front row of the box where all could see, watch, and most importantly - judge. The people loved while concurrently hated the royal family. She always knew that it was mostly out of jealousy. Those needy green envious eyes of a rival always seemed to be the basis for most of the complaints as she was growing up. A chin tipped upward and eyes forward were good enough to pass them by and just know that she was better than the lot of them.
There wasn't time to sneak in a reply to Emilia's remark about the whereabouts of her children. At it was for the best. Circenia internalized it in the worst way possible as lids lowered with a slight glare as soon as the young princess turned her attention to the glamour of the show. But, she wasn't necessarily mad at Emilia. She was more now wanting to whip her own children for not attending this, even if they did - they hadn't made themselves apparent to the princesses. Circenia would likely remedy that later. They would all have a delightful family chat.
Dynamics of the families were never quite great. And if Minas would have had a son, maybe it would be better. Yet, he didn't. And that meant that her own son had a good chance to be King of Athenia. The rightful heir to the throne. She would fight with every part of her being to make that happen. It was her main ambition. And that was the root of all the animosity and tension between them all. Speaking of family that was present... where had her brother been? Was he ill? She shifted and began thinking harder, but soon was distracted by the man who was the center of the show.
Circenia had seen many spectacles throughout her life of luxury, but this was something radical and new. He was all by himself, yet dared with his life just as often as the gladiators. The music booming and his body moving with each beat. The lady moved forward at the edge of her seat as she watched, only while most might have been concerned and hoping that he succeeded - there was a slight want in her to see him fall. It was a terrible thought to have, but it was the same reason she watched the boat races to see the damage. The lady wasn't a nice person. She pretended to be kind, but most knew the truth by now anyhow. She was selfish.
They were behind the princesses and not many would be able to see as she reached out and grabbed Keikelius' hand when the man dropped again. She held on for the rest of the routine and let go to join in the applause.
Her hands clapping together didn't keep her from eavesdropping Persephone and Emilia in front of her. "That is not befitting a princess. Languages, history, art, music. That is all you need." Even though later that night she had all the intentions in the world to tease about the applications of such aerobatics in the bedroom to her husband. That perhaps maybe it would be something a princess could learn to please her husband someday, but that was not a way she was wanting to think of her dear niece, Emilia.
Belen found himself sitting down in one of the lower stands, surrounded by far more of his own class. Those who called themselves hunters, carpenters and the rest. No doubt nobility was sitting further up, in order to get the best view, but even with his now one eye, Belen still found his perception more than capable to grasp the amazement of the whole show.
Although, that wouldn't do much when the whole tent was doused into darkness. With the only thing giving any semblance of light being a small torch. Through the flickering of those flames, Belen found himself staring at the acrobat. His features were masked and darkened for the most part, but for what he could see, a heavy sense of familiarity washed over him. He focused his attention on this one acrobat as his figure lifted through the air, his body barely hanging on that ring.
With the voice of the acrobat booming over the tent, Belen watched as the body fell back, the ring bursting into flames as the remains of that torch fell to douse itself out. Belen found himself on the edge of his seat, his eyes fixated on Zephyrus. As the tent around him erupted into applause, Belen found himself smiling. Not a smile of diffidence which he found himself doing so often nowadays, or a shadowy smile, instead a genuine happy smile.
As those around him gasped and whispered about the acrobats upper body strength. Belen found himself watching his every movement. How Zephyrus' body flowed like water, twisting like a serpent under the summers heat. The Hunter found himself remembering older times, times when he only had one scar to stain his body, times when he would sit and watch Zephyrus as he moved his body in ways that the hunter previously thought impossible. While everyone seemed to appear confused and amazed by the whole act, Belen found himself sitting back, only commenting on how much Zephyrus had improved over these past years. In a sense Belen could almost understand why he ran away to join the circus.
As he saw Zephyrus enact his final flip, and therefore the ending of his performance, Belen found himself on his feet, being the one to start off the pure eruption of applause. With whistles and cheers, the archer chuckled at the small stumble Zephyrus seemed to commit by the end. Although with him easily recovering, there was no doubt just how much Zephyrus had truly improved over those past years.
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Belen found himself sitting down in one of the lower stands, surrounded by far more of his own class. Those who called themselves hunters, carpenters and the rest. No doubt nobility was sitting further up, in order to get the best view, but even with his now one eye, Belen still found his perception more than capable to grasp the amazement of the whole show.
Although, that wouldn't do much when the whole tent was doused into darkness. With the only thing giving any semblance of light being a small torch. Through the flickering of those flames, Belen found himself staring at the acrobat. His features were masked and darkened for the most part, but for what he could see, a heavy sense of familiarity washed over him. He focused his attention on this one acrobat as his figure lifted through the air, his body barely hanging on that ring.
With the voice of the acrobat booming over the tent, Belen watched as the body fell back, the ring bursting into flames as the remains of that torch fell to douse itself out. Belen found himself on the edge of his seat, his eyes fixated on Zephyrus. As the tent around him erupted into applause, Belen found himself smiling. Not a smile of diffidence which he found himself doing so often nowadays, or a shadowy smile, instead a genuine happy smile.
As those around him gasped and whispered about the acrobats upper body strength. Belen found himself watching his every movement. How Zephyrus' body flowed like water, twisting like a serpent under the summers heat. The Hunter found himself remembering older times, times when he only had one scar to stain his body, times when he would sit and watch Zephyrus as he moved his body in ways that the hunter previously thought impossible. While everyone seemed to appear confused and amazed by the whole act, Belen found himself sitting back, only commenting on how much Zephyrus had improved over these past years. In a sense Belen could almost understand why he ran away to join the circus.
As he saw Zephyrus enact his final flip, and therefore the ending of his performance, Belen found himself on his feet, being the one to start off the pure eruption of applause. With whistles and cheers, the archer chuckled at the small stumble Zephyrus seemed to commit by the end. Although with him easily recovering, there was no doubt just how much Zephyrus had truly improved over those past years.
Belen found himself sitting down in one of the lower stands, surrounded by far more of his own class. Those who called themselves hunters, carpenters and the rest. No doubt nobility was sitting further up, in order to get the best view, but even with his now one eye, Belen still found his perception more than capable to grasp the amazement of the whole show.
Although, that wouldn't do much when the whole tent was doused into darkness. With the only thing giving any semblance of light being a small torch. Through the flickering of those flames, Belen found himself staring at the acrobat. His features were masked and darkened for the most part, but for what he could see, a heavy sense of familiarity washed over him. He focused his attention on this one acrobat as his figure lifted through the air, his body barely hanging on that ring.
With the voice of the acrobat booming over the tent, Belen watched as the body fell back, the ring bursting into flames as the remains of that torch fell to douse itself out. Belen found himself on the edge of his seat, his eyes fixated on Zephyrus. As the tent around him erupted into applause, Belen found himself smiling. Not a smile of diffidence which he found himself doing so often nowadays, or a shadowy smile, instead a genuine happy smile.
As those around him gasped and whispered about the acrobats upper body strength. Belen found himself watching his every movement. How Zephyrus' body flowed like water, twisting like a serpent under the summers heat. The Hunter found himself remembering older times, times when he only had one scar to stain his body, times when he would sit and watch Zephyrus as he moved his body in ways that the hunter previously thought impossible. While everyone seemed to appear confused and amazed by the whole act, Belen found himself sitting back, only commenting on how much Zephyrus had improved over these past years. In a sense Belen could almost understand why he ran away to join the circus.
As he saw Zephyrus enact his final flip, and therefore the ending of his performance, Belen found himself on his feet, being the one to start off the pure eruption of applause. With whistles and cheers, the archer chuckled at the small stumble Zephyrus seemed to commit by the end. Although with him easily recovering, there was no doubt just how much Zephyrus had truly improved over those past years.
Right on time, the lights dimmed and Basilides took his usual deep breath and slow exhale, closing his eyes for a brief moment and sending a prayer to the blessed lord, Dionysus. While, yes, the crown did in fact pay them to be here and to perform for the masses - this, all of this, was for him. He reveled in the chaos and beauty of performance, of the god-given magic to make others hearts burst or ache simply through a shared experience with a performer on stage. Whether it was through song, dance, or feats of chaotic beauty, it was all for him.
As Basilides opened his eyes, though, he felt a slight tightness in his chest. Why had the lights surrounding the stage not been illuminated? Less than a breath later, he saw a pinprick of light from a torch high above the stage, and his eyes narrowed.
He did not like surprises. In fact, when it came to performances, there was nothing he detested more than changes in plans without him knowing. Just as he made a quiet step towards the curtain offstage to confront whatever ridiculous change Phineus had made to the program, one of the hoops hanging high from the top of the tent burst into flames - with no one other than Zephyrus hanging from the bottom of it for a brief moment before plummeting toward the ground. This, most definitely, was not the original rehearsed hoop performance he had been expecting. This had Phineus' name all over it and Zephyrus, like the beautiful, brash idiot he was, had agreed to it.
In that briefest of moments, he made the decision that if the fall or the fire did not kill his lover, *he* most certainly would.
The only thing stopping Basilides from storming backstage and potentially strangling the troupe leader was the ecstatic reaction from the crowd. He took a moment, his eyes flitting from face to face in the crowd, particularly to the Royal booth and his expression softened. Their eyes all glittered in the light that came from the burning ring in the air and the stage-side torches that were now illuminating Zephyrus' elegant rope routine.
He was torn, in many ways, because on the one hand he was still quite furious at the change in plans - how unprofessional! how dangerous! how could they! - but on the other, the crowd was beyond pleased with the result, having likely never seen something so daring. For that, he could not be but *so* mad. So, like a brooding child or a disappointed parent, the producer remained where he was, the only change being that his arms were now crossed sternly over his chest, half-glowering at the performance.
It took a moment for his expression to soften, but the music was fine and the acrobatics delicious to the eyes. He felt his shoulders loosen slightly as he watched his lover twist and writhe along the rope. He had seen Zephyrus perform a similar routine, and as long as he remained away from the burning hoop for the rest of the performance, he supposed it was not so far off from other performances in the past, so he could only be but so mad at this point. The longer he watched, the more his mind shifted from frustration and fury to quiet enjoyment, occasionally glancing at the crowd as each feat surpassed the last.
Fine. Perhaps, he would allow them both to live, especially if it meant future sponsorships and patronage. He supposed that would make up for it, and thinking about it, he allowed his eyes to scan the crowd and find some potential new 'acquaintances' to speak to after the show.
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Right on time, the lights dimmed and Basilides took his usual deep breath and slow exhale, closing his eyes for a brief moment and sending a prayer to the blessed lord, Dionysus. While, yes, the crown did in fact pay them to be here and to perform for the masses - this, all of this, was for him. He reveled in the chaos and beauty of performance, of the god-given magic to make others hearts burst or ache simply through a shared experience with a performer on stage. Whether it was through song, dance, or feats of chaotic beauty, it was all for him.
As Basilides opened his eyes, though, he felt a slight tightness in his chest. Why had the lights surrounding the stage not been illuminated? Less than a breath later, he saw a pinprick of light from a torch high above the stage, and his eyes narrowed.
He did not like surprises. In fact, when it came to performances, there was nothing he detested more than changes in plans without him knowing. Just as he made a quiet step towards the curtain offstage to confront whatever ridiculous change Phineus had made to the program, one of the hoops hanging high from the top of the tent burst into flames - with no one other than Zephyrus hanging from the bottom of it for a brief moment before plummeting toward the ground. This, most definitely, was not the original rehearsed hoop performance he had been expecting. This had Phineus' name all over it and Zephyrus, like the beautiful, brash idiot he was, had agreed to it.
In that briefest of moments, he made the decision that if the fall or the fire did not kill his lover, *he* most certainly would.
The only thing stopping Basilides from storming backstage and potentially strangling the troupe leader was the ecstatic reaction from the crowd. He took a moment, his eyes flitting from face to face in the crowd, particularly to the Royal booth and his expression softened. Their eyes all glittered in the light that came from the burning ring in the air and the stage-side torches that were now illuminating Zephyrus' elegant rope routine.
He was torn, in many ways, because on the one hand he was still quite furious at the change in plans - how unprofessional! how dangerous! how could they! - but on the other, the crowd was beyond pleased with the result, having likely never seen something so daring. For that, he could not be but *so* mad. So, like a brooding child or a disappointed parent, the producer remained where he was, the only change being that his arms were now crossed sternly over his chest, half-glowering at the performance.
It took a moment for his expression to soften, but the music was fine and the acrobatics delicious to the eyes. He felt his shoulders loosen slightly as he watched his lover twist and writhe along the rope. He had seen Zephyrus perform a similar routine, and as long as he remained away from the burning hoop for the rest of the performance, he supposed it was not so far off from other performances in the past, so he could only be but so mad at this point. The longer he watched, the more his mind shifted from frustration and fury to quiet enjoyment, occasionally glancing at the crowd as each feat surpassed the last.
Fine. Perhaps, he would allow them both to live, especially if it meant future sponsorships and patronage. He supposed that would make up for it, and thinking about it, he allowed his eyes to scan the crowd and find some potential new 'acquaintances' to speak to after the show.
Right on time, the lights dimmed and Basilides took his usual deep breath and slow exhale, closing his eyes for a brief moment and sending a prayer to the blessed lord, Dionysus. While, yes, the crown did in fact pay them to be here and to perform for the masses - this, all of this, was for him. He reveled in the chaos and beauty of performance, of the god-given magic to make others hearts burst or ache simply through a shared experience with a performer on stage. Whether it was through song, dance, or feats of chaotic beauty, it was all for him.
As Basilides opened his eyes, though, he felt a slight tightness in his chest. Why had the lights surrounding the stage not been illuminated? Less than a breath later, he saw a pinprick of light from a torch high above the stage, and his eyes narrowed.
He did not like surprises. In fact, when it came to performances, there was nothing he detested more than changes in plans without him knowing. Just as he made a quiet step towards the curtain offstage to confront whatever ridiculous change Phineus had made to the program, one of the hoops hanging high from the top of the tent burst into flames - with no one other than Zephyrus hanging from the bottom of it for a brief moment before plummeting toward the ground. This, most definitely, was not the original rehearsed hoop performance he had been expecting. This had Phineus' name all over it and Zephyrus, like the beautiful, brash idiot he was, had agreed to it.
In that briefest of moments, he made the decision that if the fall or the fire did not kill his lover, *he* most certainly would.
The only thing stopping Basilides from storming backstage and potentially strangling the troupe leader was the ecstatic reaction from the crowd. He took a moment, his eyes flitting from face to face in the crowd, particularly to the Royal booth and his expression softened. Their eyes all glittered in the light that came from the burning ring in the air and the stage-side torches that were now illuminating Zephyrus' elegant rope routine.
He was torn, in many ways, because on the one hand he was still quite furious at the change in plans - how unprofessional! how dangerous! how could they! - but on the other, the crowd was beyond pleased with the result, having likely never seen something so daring. For that, he could not be but *so* mad. So, like a brooding child or a disappointed parent, the producer remained where he was, the only change being that his arms were now crossed sternly over his chest, half-glowering at the performance.
It took a moment for his expression to soften, but the music was fine and the acrobatics delicious to the eyes. He felt his shoulders loosen slightly as he watched his lover twist and writhe along the rope. He had seen Zephyrus perform a similar routine, and as long as he remained away from the burning hoop for the rest of the performance, he supposed it was not so far off from other performances in the past, so he could only be but so mad at this point. The longer he watched, the more his mind shifted from frustration and fury to quiet enjoyment, occasionally glancing at the crowd as each feat surpassed the last.
Fine. Perhaps, he would allow them both to live, especially if it meant future sponsorships and patronage. He supposed that would make up for it, and thinking about it, he allowed his eyes to scan the crowd and find some potential new 'acquaintances' to speak to after the show.
Finishing his act with a minor stumble was nomatter - Zephyrus has had worst before. The acrobat artist threw a quick prayer up to the Gods that he had not slipped from his hoop or fallen from the rope as he gave another flourishing bow, before flashing a smile to the crowd who had... his eyes frowned momentarily when he caught sight of a familiar figure in the crowds.
As much as he was eager to do a double take to ensure he had seen the right person in the stands, Zephyrus had to quickly jog off as his fellow performers came up next, the snake charmer with her pets the male tended to avoid. Heading back to the holding area for the performers, he exchanged high fives and grins as he discarded the leather gloves and shrugged off the black long sleeved tunic he wore in favor of a white sleeveless one, the male emerged from the other end of the holding area, and headed straight into the audience stands.
There, his eyes roamed the people... and when it fell on his quarry, it brightened up.
Back in Aetaea, Belen was perhaps one of the first, if not long standing lovers he's had. Had he not had loftier dreams and had followed a troupe to fully reside in Athenia, he would probably still be having a comfortable relationship with the archer. Yet life took unexpected turns, and with Basilides, Zephyrus found he was want of little other - unless his lover angered him.
Belen however, was still a figure Zephyrus found himself occasionally thinking of upon a free moment in his time. So the male sifted through the crowds as the snake charmer finished her performance, followed by a fire juggler and swallower. As the large, bulky male who juggled fire stepped forward to begin his show, Zephyrus sidled into a seat next to Belen, and grinned as he nudged the male with his shoulder."Long time no see." he murmured, and then his eyes widened as he finally saw the patch over one eye in the darkened tent."What happened, Belen?"
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Finishing his act with a minor stumble was nomatter - Zephyrus has had worst before. The acrobat artist threw a quick prayer up to the Gods that he had not slipped from his hoop or fallen from the rope as he gave another flourishing bow, before flashing a smile to the crowd who had... his eyes frowned momentarily when he caught sight of a familiar figure in the crowds.
As much as he was eager to do a double take to ensure he had seen the right person in the stands, Zephyrus had to quickly jog off as his fellow performers came up next, the snake charmer with her pets the male tended to avoid. Heading back to the holding area for the performers, he exchanged high fives and grins as he discarded the leather gloves and shrugged off the black long sleeved tunic he wore in favor of a white sleeveless one, the male emerged from the other end of the holding area, and headed straight into the audience stands.
There, his eyes roamed the people... and when it fell on his quarry, it brightened up.
Back in Aetaea, Belen was perhaps one of the first, if not long standing lovers he's had. Had he not had loftier dreams and had followed a troupe to fully reside in Athenia, he would probably still be having a comfortable relationship with the archer. Yet life took unexpected turns, and with Basilides, Zephyrus found he was want of little other - unless his lover angered him.
Belen however, was still a figure Zephyrus found himself occasionally thinking of upon a free moment in his time. So the male sifted through the crowds as the snake charmer finished her performance, followed by a fire juggler and swallower. As the large, bulky male who juggled fire stepped forward to begin his show, Zephyrus sidled into a seat next to Belen, and grinned as he nudged the male with his shoulder."Long time no see." he murmured, and then his eyes widened as he finally saw the patch over one eye in the darkened tent."What happened, Belen?"
Finishing his act with a minor stumble was nomatter - Zephyrus has had worst before. The acrobat artist threw a quick prayer up to the Gods that he had not slipped from his hoop or fallen from the rope as he gave another flourishing bow, before flashing a smile to the crowd who had... his eyes frowned momentarily when he caught sight of a familiar figure in the crowds.
As much as he was eager to do a double take to ensure he had seen the right person in the stands, Zephyrus had to quickly jog off as his fellow performers came up next, the snake charmer with her pets the male tended to avoid. Heading back to the holding area for the performers, he exchanged high fives and grins as he discarded the leather gloves and shrugged off the black long sleeved tunic he wore in favor of a white sleeveless one, the male emerged from the other end of the holding area, and headed straight into the audience stands.
There, his eyes roamed the people... and when it fell on his quarry, it brightened up.
Back in Aetaea, Belen was perhaps one of the first, if not long standing lovers he's had. Had he not had loftier dreams and had followed a troupe to fully reside in Athenia, he would probably still be having a comfortable relationship with the archer. Yet life took unexpected turns, and with Basilides, Zephyrus found he was want of little other - unless his lover angered him.
Belen however, was still a figure Zephyrus found himself occasionally thinking of upon a free moment in his time. So the male sifted through the crowds as the snake charmer finished her performance, followed by a fire juggler and swallower. As the large, bulky male who juggled fire stepped forward to begin his show, Zephyrus sidled into a seat next to Belen, and grinned as he nudged the male with his shoulder."Long time no see." he murmured, and then his eyes widened as he finally saw the patch over one eye in the darkened tent."What happened, Belen?"
Persephone was so caught up in watching the performance by the acrobat who appeared more liquid than solid matter, it took a moment for her to realise that her sister was speaking to her. Turning to look at Emilia and then smiling as the words clicked into place in her mind, Persephone made a face that offered Emilia very little hope of ever getting up on a rope or suspended hoop.
"I find that very unlikely, little sister." She told the girl. "It is an impressive feat to be sure but also one in which a broken neck is most likely..." She told her with a shrewd eye. There was absolutely no way that the eldest princess would ever let her younger sibling do anything so dangerous and Emilia knew it by the glint in her eye.
Leaning a little forward and eager to witness the next act, Persephone immediately righted herself again, unable to breathe in her tight gown if she moved even slightly forwards. She was forced to wait a few moments before the next performers stood further central to the tent. Her expression changed from aw to curiosity as the women before them with markings all over her skin moved around the space with multiple snakes across her person. One was draped over her shoulders, another around her waist and the third was curled in a spiral up her leg as she moved. With each step she controlled them into a new shape or position, offering them out to the audience to be able to see the pretty colours and patterns across their scales.
"Perhaps we should have such performers at the wedding celebrations, Lord Iason?" Persephone asked her fiancé beside her, before quickly pointing to correct herself. "The acrobats I mean... rather than the reptiles." She smiled in humour at the man, certain that slithery and slimy creatures famous of conniving and deadly games were not exactly the image one might want at the ceremony of their marital union...
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Persephone was so caught up in watching the performance by the acrobat who appeared more liquid than solid matter, it took a moment for her to realise that her sister was speaking to her. Turning to look at Emilia and then smiling as the words clicked into place in her mind, Persephone made a face that offered Emilia very little hope of ever getting up on a rope or suspended hoop.
"I find that very unlikely, little sister." She told the girl. "It is an impressive feat to be sure but also one in which a broken neck is most likely..." She told her with a shrewd eye. There was absolutely no way that the eldest princess would ever let her younger sibling do anything so dangerous and Emilia knew it by the glint in her eye.
Leaning a little forward and eager to witness the next act, Persephone immediately righted herself again, unable to breathe in her tight gown if she moved even slightly forwards. She was forced to wait a few moments before the next performers stood further central to the tent. Her expression changed from aw to curiosity as the women before them with markings all over her skin moved around the space with multiple snakes across her person. One was draped over her shoulders, another around her waist and the third was curled in a spiral up her leg as she moved. With each step she controlled them into a new shape or position, offering them out to the audience to be able to see the pretty colours and patterns across their scales.
"Perhaps we should have such performers at the wedding celebrations, Lord Iason?" Persephone asked her fiancé beside her, before quickly pointing to correct herself. "The acrobats I mean... rather than the reptiles." She smiled in humour at the man, certain that slithery and slimy creatures famous of conniving and deadly games were not exactly the image one might want at the ceremony of their marital union...
Persephone was so caught up in watching the performance by the acrobat who appeared more liquid than solid matter, it took a moment for her to realise that her sister was speaking to her. Turning to look at Emilia and then smiling as the words clicked into place in her mind, Persephone made a face that offered Emilia very little hope of ever getting up on a rope or suspended hoop.
"I find that very unlikely, little sister." She told the girl. "It is an impressive feat to be sure but also one in which a broken neck is most likely..." She told her with a shrewd eye. There was absolutely no way that the eldest princess would ever let her younger sibling do anything so dangerous and Emilia knew it by the glint in her eye.
Leaning a little forward and eager to witness the next act, Persephone immediately righted herself again, unable to breathe in her tight gown if she moved even slightly forwards. She was forced to wait a few moments before the next performers stood further central to the tent. Her expression changed from aw to curiosity as the women before them with markings all over her skin moved around the space with multiple snakes across her person. One was draped over her shoulders, another around her waist and the third was curled in a spiral up her leg as she moved. With each step she controlled them into a new shape or position, offering them out to the audience to be able to see the pretty colours and patterns across their scales.
"Perhaps we should have such performers at the wedding celebrations, Lord Iason?" Persephone asked her fiancé beside her, before quickly pointing to correct herself. "The acrobats I mean... rather than the reptiles." She smiled in humour at the man, certain that slithery and slimy creatures famous of conniving and deadly games were not exactly the image one might want at the ceremony of their marital union...
Settling down into his seat, Belen watched as Zephyrus disappeared behind the curtains. His attention running back to the performers that leapt on stage. He watched then, but his mind didn't hold attention for long as his mind began to wonder. Thinking if Zehyrus had spotted him in the crowd, after all the acrobat certainly seemed to look his way, but even if he did, would he of noticed Belen through the veil of darkness. Over the past few years, Belen had changed, he'd got taller, he'd encountered far more problems which no doubt added the heavy rings under his eyes, and far more noticeable he'd gained far more scars since that day they met. Most hidden under his clothing, but the newest and most noticeable definitely stood out.
Although here, in this tent, under the veil of darkness, with a sceptical in front of them, Belen found himself feeling free. No eyes were set upon him, no glances of shock or sympathy. Instead Belen could just sink into the background, and enjoy the sight in front of him, and the stinging reminder of that pirate was pushed to the back of his mind.
With his eye set on the performance and his mind dancing through thoughts and memories, Belen didn't even notice the nudge in his side. It was only when the voice of Zephyrus hit his ears, was he thrown out of his thoughts. His head twisted, as a smile quickly formed on his lips as his eye fell upon the acrobat. "Hey," Belen whispered as not to distract anyone else from the performance. Yet as soon as Belen saw the shock on Zephyrus' face, Belen was quickly reminded of his most debilitating scar.
"What happened, Belen?"
The question made the hunter wince. He turned his head as to attempt to cover the patch that rested over his eye. The wave of shame that ran over his face was unmistakable. "Could we talk about this somewhere else?" Belen asked. In the back of his mind a small hint of surprise popped up. Whenever most asked about the eye, he would either ignore the question or reply in a less than helpful tone, yet here he almost felt obligated to tell the acrobat.
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Settling down into his seat, Belen watched as Zephyrus disappeared behind the curtains. His attention running back to the performers that leapt on stage. He watched then, but his mind didn't hold attention for long as his mind began to wonder. Thinking if Zehyrus had spotted him in the crowd, after all the acrobat certainly seemed to look his way, but even if he did, would he of noticed Belen through the veil of darkness. Over the past few years, Belen had changed, he'd got taller, he'd encountered far more problems which no doubt added the heavy rings under his eyes, and far more noticeable he'd gained far more scars since that day they met. Most hidden under his clothing, but the newest and most noticeable definitely stood out.
Although here, in this tent, under the veil of darkness, with a sceptical in front of them, Belen found himself feeling free. No eyes were set upon him, no glances of shock or sympathy. Instead Belen could just sink into the background, and enjoy the sight in front of him, and the stinging reminder of that pirate was pushed to the back of his mind.
With his eye set on the performance and his mind dancing through thoughts and memories, Belen didn't even notice the nudge in his side. It was only when the voice of Zephyrus hit his ears, was he thrown out of his thoughts. His head twisted, as a smile quickly formed on his lips as his eye fell upon the acrobat. "Hey," Belen whispered as not to distract anyone else from the performance. Yet as soon as Belen saw the shock on Zephyrus' face, Belen was quickly reminded of his most debilitating scar.
"What happened, Belen?"
The question made the hunter wince. He turned his head as to attempt to cover the patch that rested over his eye. The wave of shame that ran over his face was unmistakable. "Could we talk about this somewhere else?" Belen asked. In the back of his mind a small hint of surprise popped up. Whenever most asked about the eye, he would either ignore the question or reply in a less than helpful tone, yet here he almost felt obligated to tell the acrobat.
Settling down into his seat, Belen watched as Zephyrus disappeared behind the curtains. His attention running back to the performers that leapt on stage. He watched then, but his mind didn't hold attention for long as his mind began to wonder. Thinking if Zehyrus had spotted him in the crowd, after all the acrobat certainly seemed to look his way, but even if he did, would he of noticed Belen through the veil of darkness. Over the past few years, Belen had changed, he'd got taller, he'd encountered far more problems which no doubt added the heavy rings under his eyes, and far more noticeable he'd gained far more scars since that day they met. Most hidden under his clothing, but the newest and most noticeable definitely stood out.
Although here, in this tent, under the veil of darkness, with a sceptical in front of them, Belen found himself feeling free. No eyes were set upon him, no glances of shock or sympathy. Instead Belen could just sink into the background, and enjoy the sight in front of him, and the stinging reminder of that pirate was pushed to the back of his mind.
With his eye set on the performance and his mind dancing through thoughts and memories, Belen didn't even notice the nudge in his side. It was only when the voice of Zephyrus hit his ears, was he thrown out of his thoughts. His head twisted, as a smile quickly formed on his lips as his eye fell upon the acrobat. "Hey," Belen whispered as not to distract anyone else from the performance. Yet as soon as Belen saw the shock on Zephyrus' face, Belen was quickly reminded of his most debilitating scar.
"What happened, Belen?"
The question made the hunter wince. He turned his head as to attempt to cover the patch that rested over his eye. The wave of shame that ran over his face was unmistakable. "Could we talk about this somewhere else?" Belen asked. In the back of his mind a small hint of surprise popped up. Whenever most asked about the eye, he would either ignore the question or reply in a less than helpful tone, yet here he almost felt obligated to tell the acrobat.
Emilia had always been a little of an anomaly when it came to being a princess - her tutors would be the first to attest to it. They had a gala of a time trying to get Emilia to attend lessons. But the fact remained, Emilia learned better from watching then she ever did from sitting down and listen to someone natter on forever and ever. History? Art? Languages? She detested them. Words swam in front of her eyes, and she disliked it even more when she was forced to stay indoors, when so much more happened outside, all she had to miss for reading a scroll of book she could've read anywhere else.
So when her aunt leaned in and murmured on what she needed, that her behavior was unbefitting for a princess, Emilia scowled. She did not look back, and she hoped the shadows of the arena hid her look of distaste from her sister, but she did not hide the way in which she leaned back in her seat, pointedly looking away from Circenia and Keikelius as the performance went on. The only outward reaction she gave that she had lingered upon her last comment, was a cheeky smile she flashed at Persephone, but Emilia otherwise kept silent.
Instead, the young princess chose to focus on the glam and the glitz, the bright lights and amazing feats being performed in the dusty arena. The young girl gasped and clapped at the finishing of the young acrobat's performance, and her eyes shone at the way in which the snake charmer manipulated the scaly creatures wound around her hands and neck, the very creatures Emilia would likely run away from.
Her skirts ruffled as she clapped, and the crowd's applause welcomed yet another performer - a fire eater it seemed, as he juggled clubs set on fire, and continuously manipulated the dangerous flames, much to the crowd's gasps and surprise. The culmination of the fire juggler's performance had all five clubs in the air at one point - that was where Emilia gave up keeping track or trying to figure out what they were trying to do, and just gave in to the applause of the crowd.
What followed was a series of acrobatic acts - none as great as the suspended aerial acrobat that had opened the show, but amazing nonetheless. Emilia was at the edges of her seat as she watched the performers, and by the time the lights were brightened as the rest of the torches were lit to signal the end of the show, Emilia gave a flushed grin at Persephone, looking for all the world as if she had ran a marathon, when she had in all honesty just sat in her seat.
"Can't we have more of these in town, sissy?" Emilia asked in mild excitement, straightening up from her seat once her lady's maids assisted her up. Arranging her skirts so she wouldn't trip, Emilia would take her sister's arms in hers as they were led to the carriage, her body tired by now, but knowing they had one last thing to attend.
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Emilia had always been a little of an anomaly when it came to being a princess - her tutors would be the first to attest to it. They had a gala of a time trying to get Emilia to attend lessons. But the fact remained, Emilia learned better from watching then she ever did from sitting down and listen to someone natter on forever and ever. History? Art? Languages? She detested them. Words swam in front of her eyes, and she disliked it even more when she was forced to stay indoors, when so much more happened outside, all she had to miss for reading a scroll of book she could've read anywhere else.
So when her aunt leaned in and murmured on what she needed, that her behavior was unbefitting for a princess, Emilia scowled. She did not look back, and she hoped the shadows of the arena hid her look of distaste from her sister, but she did not hide the way in which she leaned back in her seat, pointedly looking away from Circenia and Keikelius as the performance went on. The only outward reaction she gave that she had lingered upon her last comment, was a cheeky smile she flashed at Persephone, but Emilia otherwise kept silent.
Instead, the young princess chose to focus on the glam and the glitz, the bright lights and amazing feats being performed in the dusty arena. The young girl gasped and clapped at the finishing of the young acrobat's performance, and her eyes shone at the way in which the snake charmer manipulated the scaly creatures wound around her hands and neck, the very creatures Emilia would likely run away from.
Her skirts ruffled as she clapped, and the crowd's applause welcomed yet another performer - a fire eater it seemed, as he juggled clubs set on fire, and continuously manipulated the dangerous flames, much to the crowd's gasps and surprise. The culmination of the fire juggler's performance had all five clubs in the air at one point - that was where Emilia gave up keeping track or trying to figure out what they were trying to do, and just gave in to the applause of the crowd.
What followed was a series of acrobatic acts - none as great as the suspended aerial acrobat that had opened the show, but amazing nonetheless. Emilia was at the edges of her seat as she watched the performers, and by the time the lights were brightened as the rest of the torches were lit to signal the end of the show, Emilia gave a flushed grin at Persephone, looking for all the world as if she had ran a marathon, when she had in all honesty just sat in her seat.
"Can't we have more of these in town, sissy?" Emilia asked in mild excitement, straightening up from her seat once her lady's maids assisted her up. Arranging her skirts so she wouldn't trip, Emilia would take her sister's arms in hers as they were led to the carriage, her body tired by now, but knowing they had one last thing to attend.
Emilia had always been a little of an anomaly when it came to being a princess - her tutors would be the first to attest to it. They had a gala of a time trying to get Emilia to attend lessons. But the fact remained, Emilia learned better from watching then she ever did from sitting down and listen to someone natter on forever and ever. History? Art? Languages? She detested them. Words swam in front of her eyes, and she disliked it even more when she was forced to stay indoors, when so much more happened outside, all she had to miss for reading a scroll of book she could've read anywhere else.
So when her aunt leaned in and murmured on what she needed, that her behavior was unbefitting for a princess, Emilia scowled. She did not look back, and she hoped the shadows of the arena hid her look of distaste from her sister, but she did not hide the way in which she leaned back in her seat, pointedly looking away from Circenia and Keikelius as the performance went on. The only outward reaction she gave that she had lingered upon her last comment, was a cheeky smile she flashed at Persephone, but Emilia otherwise kept silent.
Instead, the young princess chose to focus on the glam and the glitz, the bright lights and amazing feats being performed in the dusty arena. The young girl gasped and clapped at the finishing of the young acrobat's performance, and her eyes shone at the way in which the snake charmer manipulated the scaly creatures wound around her hands and neck, the very creatures Emilia would likely run away from.
Her skirts ruffled as she clapped, and the crowd's applause welcomed yet another performer - a fire eater it seemed, as he juggled clubs set on fire, and continuously manipulated the dangerous flames, much to the crowd's gasps and surprise. The culmination of the fire juggler's performance had all five clubs in the air at one point - that was where Emilia gave up keeping track or trying to figure out what they were trying to do, and just gave in to the applause of the crowd.
What followed was a series of acrobatic acts - none as great as the suspended aerial acrobat that had opened the show, but amazing nonetheless. Emilia was at the edges of her seat as she watched the performers, and by the time the lights were brightened as the rest of the torches were lit to signal the end of the show, Emilia gave a flushed grin at Persephone, looking for all the world as if she had ran a marathon, when she had in all honesty just sat in her seat.
"Can't we have more of these in town, sissy?" Emilia asked in mild excitement, straightening up from her seat once her lady's maids assisted her up. Arranging her skirts so she wouldn't trip, Emilia would take her sister's arms in hers as they were led to the carriage, her body tired by now, but knowing they had one last thing to attend.
The .... exchange outside of the tent had been, for lack of a better word, exhilirating. While Zephyrus had been expecting an exciting night, for to perform for the royal family was a rare chance he had not had before his joining of the travelling troupe, he had not expect an old flame to turn up. Neither had he expected said old flame to meet his current beau - a very jealous beau, for that matter. Luckily, Basilides had been curt, if not the most polite person, but the acrobat knew better then to take more then what he can get.
Having quickly dissipated the conversation between the two as quick as he could (even if Zephyrus was curious to further have conversations with Belen, he doubted Bas would be agreeable), he had made a mental note to see if he could find an address to send a missive to if he could, but further then that, could no longer act on his chance encounter for the night.
As such, he managed to slip in just as the final act of monkeys and rings was finished to raucous applause, a standing ovation that made Zephyrus smile, for he was sure his lover would be pleased at the outcome for the night. And so was the acrobat. There was a reason why he chose his profession of choice - Zephyrus loved the spotlight, but what he loved more was the sight after, when people smiled and enjoyed his performance, when he managed to successfully make them forget their lives beyond the lights and the show for the evening, as they gasped and sighed over what they saw on stage.
Where he was able to lend them one night of wonder.
So entrance was he at it all, the applause and the smiles, the cheers and the whistles, that he almost didn't see it until the ringmaster waved him over. Starting, the acrobat recovered and quickly jogged over to join his troupe mates as everyone filed into the sandy ring for the final bow together as a troupe - as a family. Taking the hands of the ones he could call his family, his grin was wide as they raised their hands, and bowed.
As the applause died, and his eyes spied the nobles, commonfolk and royals alike file out of the tent to the following event, there was a sense of contentment that filtered over the people of Athenia - while times were rife, and things were rough... for now, everything was alright.
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The .... exchange outside of the tent had been, for lack of a better word, exhilirating. While Zephyrus had been expecting an exciting night, for to perform for the royal family was a rare chance he had not had before his joining of the travelling troupe, he had not expect an old flame to turn up. Neither had he expected said old flame to meet his current beau - a very jealous beau, for that matter. Luckily, Basilides had been curt, if not the most polite person, but the acrobat knew better then to take more then what he can get.
Having quickly dissipated the conversation between the two as quick as he could (even if Zephyrus was curious to further have conversations with Belen, he doubted Bas would be agreeable), he had made a mental note to see if he could find an address to send a missive to if he could, but further then that, could no longer act on his chance encounter for the night.
As such, he managed to slip in just as the final act of monkeys and rings was finished to raucous applause, a standing ovation that made Zephyrus smile, for he was sure his lover would be pleased at the outcome for the night. And so was the acrobat. There was a reason why he chose his profession of choice - Zephyrus loved the spotlight, but what he loved more was the sight after, when people smiled and enjoyed his performance, when he managed to successfully make them forget their lives beyond the lights and the show for the evening, as they gasped and sighed over what they saw on stage.
Where he was able to lend them one night of wonder.
So entrance was he at it all, the applause and the smiles, the cheers and the whistles, that he almost didn't see it until the ringmaster waved him over. Starting, the acrobat recovered and quickly jogged over to join his troupe mates as everyone filed into the sandy ring for the final bow together as a troupe - as a family. Taking the hands of the ones he could call his family, his grin was wide as they raised their hands, and bowed.
As the applause died, and his eyes spied the nobles, commonfolk and royals alike file out of the tent to the following event, there was a sense of contentment that filtered over the people of Athenia - while times were rife, and things were rough... for now, everything was alright.
The .... exchange outside of the tent had been, for lack of a better word, exhilirating. While Zephyrus had been expecting an exciting night, for to perform for the royal family was a rare chance he had not had before his joining of the travelling troupe, he had not expect an old flame to turn up. Neither had he expected said old flame to meet his current beau - a very jealous beau, for that matter. Luckily, Basilides had been curt, if not the most polite person, but the acrobat knew better then to take more then what he can get.
Having quickly dissipated the conversation between the two as quick as he could (even if Zephyrus was curious to further have conversations with Belen, he doubted Bas would be agreeable), he had made a mental note to see if he could find an address to send a missive to if he could, but further then that, could no longer act on his chance encounter for the night.
As such, he managed to slip in just as the final act of monkeys and rings was finished to raucous applause, a standing ovation that made Zephyrus smile, for he was sure his lover would be pleased at the outcome for the night. And so was the acrobat. There was a reason why he chose his profession of choice - Zephyrus loved the spotlight, but what he loved more was the sight after, when people smiled and enjoyed his performance, when he managed to successfully make them forget their lives beyond the lights and the show for the evening, as they gasped and sighed over what they saw on stage.
Where he was able to lend them one night of wonder.
So entrance was he at it all, the applause and the smiles, the cheers and the whistles, that he almost didn't see it until the ringmaster waved him over. Starting, the acrobat recovered and quickly jogged over to join his troupe mates as everyone filed into the sandy ring for the final bow together as a troupe - as a family. Taking the hands of the ones he could call his family, his grin was wide as they raised their hands, and bowed.
As the applause died, and his eyes spied the nobles, commonfolk and royals alike file out of the tent to the following event, there was a sense of contentment that filtered over the people of Athenia - while times were rife, and things were rough... for now, everything was alright.
