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In the open plateia of Oreboea, the citizens of the Kotas province have awoken to find the body of a young man - naught more than seventeen - murdered in the street and left to be found in the open market square. It has been six months since the Lady Evras was wed to Prince Zanon of Kotas and many claim it is the presence of a Thanasi witch in the town that is sparking such disaster. For who else but a witch would have removed their victim's liver...?
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In the open plateia of Oreboea, the citizens of the Kotas province have awoken to find the body of a young man - naught more than seventeen - murdered in the street and left to be found in the open market square. It has been six months since the Lady Evras was wed to Prince Zanon of Kotas and many claim it is the presence of a Thanasi witch in the town that is sparking such disaster. For who else but a witch would have removed their victim's liver...?
The Work of Witches Provincial Story - Colchis
In the open plateia of Oreboea, the citizens of the Kotas province have awoken to find the body of a young man - naught more than seventeen - murdered in the street and left to be found in the open market square. It has been six months since the Lady Evras was wed to Prince Zanon of Kotas and many claim it is the presence of a Thanasi witch in the town that is sparking such disaster. For who else but a witch would have removed their victim's liver...?
The big hound sniffed the corpse, and growled. He didn’t like this, not one bit. His mistress, a young, redheaded woman, didn’t, either, and her bared teeth and angry face were any indication. Meanwhile, the woman in white that stood a few paces back wondered how in the name of Olympus did she get into this mess…
It has been two years since the priestesses of the Sisterhood of Cypress found Aedea and took her into their temple. Having her was difficult, to say at least, but Kallista refused to give up on her. Right now, the savage woman wore some actual clothes, though they were stained by dirt, and she also wore a dog collar, much like the hound she was following. She insisted, albeit non verbally, that if her family had to wear collars, she would as well.
And that was one of the perks of having Aedea in training… the pack of dogs she came with obeyed her, and only her. It was as if she was their alpha. How she managed to communicate with them was beyond anybody in the Sisterhood, but it worked…
And with the odd murder that happened, tracking hounds were an important asset. At first, they decided to simply take one of them, but Aedea relentlessly protested, and it was obvious that she would get violent… not to mention, that the dog would refuse to go if she didn’t go. In the end, they decided to send one of the sisters to supervise them.
“What do you think, Aedea?”, she asked, knowing the kind of response she would get. Still, they had to encourage her to speak.
Aedea snarled. There it was...
The young outsider watched as her dog sniffed some more. She put a finger into the wound where the poor man’s liver would have been and tasted the blood. She made a disgusted face and spat… this was not normal. Not at all.
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The big hound sniffed the corpse, and growled. He didn’t like this, not one bit. His mistress, a young, redheaded woman, didn’t, either, and her bared teeth and angry face were any indication. Meanwhile, the woman in white that stood a few paces back wondered how in the name of Olympus did she get into this mess…
It has been two years since the priestesses of the Sisterhood of Cypress found Aedea and took her into their temple. Having her was difficult, to say at least, but Kallista refused to give up on her. Right now, the savage woman wore some actual clothes, though they were stained by dirt, and she also wore a dog collar, much like the hound she was following. She insisted, albeit non verbally, that if her family had to wear collars, she would as well.
And that was one of the perks of having Aedea in training… the pack of dogs she came with obeyed her, and only her. It was as if she was their alpha. How she managed to communicate with them was beyond anybody in the Sisterhood, but it worked…
And with the odd murder that happened, tracking hounds were an important asset. At first, they decided to simply take one of them, but Aedea relentlessly protested, and it was obvious that she would get violent… not to mention, that the dog would refuse to go if she didn’t go. In the end, they decided to send one of the sisters to supervise them.
“What do you think, Aedea?”, she asked, knowing the kind of response she would get. Still, they had to encourage her to speak.
Aedea snarled. There it was...
The young outsider watched as her dog sniffed some more. She put a finger into the wound where the poor man’s liver would have been and tasted the blood. She made a disgusted face and spat… this was not normal. Not at all.
The big hound sniffed the corpse, and growled. He didn’t like this, not one bit. His mistress, a young, redheaded woman, didn’t, either, and her bared teeth and angry face were any indication. Meanwhile, the woman in white that stood a few paces back wondered how in the name of Olympus did she get into this mess…
It has been two years since the priestesses of the Sisterhood of Cypress found Aedea and took her into their temple. Having her was difficult, to say at least, but Kallista refused to give up on her. Right now, the savage woman wore some actual clothes, though they were stained by dirt, and she also wore a dog collar, much like the hound she was following. She insisted, albeit non verbally, that if her family had to wear collars, she would as well.
And that was one of the perks of having Aedea in training… the pack of dogs she came with obeyed her, and only her. It was as if she was their alpha. How she managed to communicate with them was beyond anybody in the Sisterhood, but it worked…
And with the odd murder that happened, tracking hounds were an important asset. At first, they decided to simply take one of them, but Aedea relentlessly protested, and it was obvious that she would get violent… not to mention, that the dog would refuse to go if she didn’t go. In the end, they decided to send one of the sisters to supervise them.
“What do you think, Aedea?”, she asked, knowing the kind of response she would get. Still, they had to encourage her to speak.
Aedea snarled. There it was...
The young outsider watched as her dog sniffed some more. She put a finger into the wound where the poor man’s liver would have been and tasted the blood. She made a disgusted face and spat… this was not normal. Not at all.
That morning they had woken together, tangled in the sheets and blissfully naked. Evras' belly had grown fuller but she was still slim and lovely as always, and as he trailed kisses along her skin he didn't think he could ever be tired of her. They were young and had the rest of their lives ahead of them to be this happy, this in love. After their wedding they had retired to his barony in Oreboa to have a sort of honeymoon, a chance to spend time living as man and wife away from their families and the prying eyes of the other nobles. So far it had been nothing but bliss, walking the grounds and talking, playing their usual games and reading to one another from scrolls. They'd even spent a night out on the sand of the beach watching the stars and playing in the waves.
A knock at the door was barely noted by the young prince as he had dipped beneath the sheets to continue trailing his kisses along his wife's skin, but a second more fervent sound accompanied by his steward's harried voice pulled him back to reality. With an exasperated sigh, Zanon rolled from bed, wrapping one of the blankets around his waist and barely cracking the door open enough to acknowledge that he was listening.
"Iulio there had better be a very good reason why you see fit to bother us at the moment. What is it?"
As soon as he caught sight of the other man's face, his own expression turned into a scowl and he opened the door a bit more fully, looking out at him and caring not for his dark brown hair being a mess or the current nearly nude state of him. Something was wrong, he'd never seen his steward looking quite like this before during any of the issues they'd had to face together.
"Your highness..there has been a murder. A very...unusual..you're needed right away."
His heart ran cold and he glanced back over to bed, hoping Evras hadn't heard what was said just yet. Oreboa had always been safe, shockingly so for a Colchian town with a people known for being military types. He didn't know that anyone had been murdered in his tenure as baron. There were of course the people who died in accidents, or those who were lost to a tavern brawl, but murder was never a word that had been bandied about before.
"I'll dress and be on my way. The Princess..."
"It might be best, sir if she were with you."
Zanon paused as his man cut him off, confusion clear in his gaze until Iulio cleared his throat and gave a slight explanation. The people were using the word witch, a word very clearly associated with the Thanasi family. She had barely been out of his sight since they married, but he could see what his steward intended. The safest place for her was by his side, a show of support.
After a quick conference, the prince returned to his wife and told her a slightly abridged version of the tale and why they had to be together. A sign of mutual mourning and respect. When they finally arrived at the scene, Zanon kept a tight hold on his wife's hand as they stepped forward together, the body covered as a crowd of people had appeared and were all speaking in hushed and frightened tones.
"Who was he? Where is his family?"
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That morning they had woken together, tangled in the sheets and blissfully naked. Evras' belly had grown fuller but she was still slim and lovely as always, and as he trailed kisses along her skin he didn't think he could ever be tired of her. They were young and had the rest of their lives ahead of them to be this happy, this in love. After their wedding they had retired to his barony in Oreboa to have a sort of honeymoon, a chance to spend time living as man and wife away from their families and the prying eyes of the other nobles. So far it had been nothing but bliss, walking the grounds and talking, playing their usual games and reading to one another from scrolls. They'd even spent a night out on the sand of the beach watching the stars and playing in the waves.
A knock at the door was barely noted by the young prince as he had dipped beneath the sheets to continue trailing his kisses along his wife's skin, but a second more fervent sound accompanied by his steward's harried voice pulled him back to reality. With an exasperated sigh, Zanon rolled from bed, wrapping one of the blankets around his waist and barely cracking the door open enough to acknowledge that he was listening.
"Iulio there had better be a very good reason why you see fit to bother us at the moment. What is it?"
As soon as he caught sight of the other man's face, his own expression turned into a scowl and he opened the door a bit more fully, looking out at him and caring not for his dark brown hair being a mess or the current nearly nude state of him. Something was wrong, he'd never seen his steward looking quite like this before during any of the issues they'd had to face together.
"Your highness..there has been a murder. A very...unusual..you're needed right away."
His heart ran cold and he glanced back over to bed, hoping Evras hadn't heard what was said just yet. Oreboa had always been safe, shockingly so for a Colchian town with a people known for being military types. He didn't know that anyone had been murdered in his tenure as baron. There were of course the people who died in accidents, or those who were lost to a tavern brawl, but murder was never a word that had been bandied about before.
"I'll dress and be on my way. The Princess..."
"It might be best, sir if she were with you."
Zanon paused as his man cut him off, confusion clear in his gaze until Iulio cleared his throat and gave a slight explanation. The people were using the word witch, a word very clearly associated with the Thanasi family. She had barely been out of his sight since they married, but he could see what his steward intended. The safest place for her was by his side, a show of support.
After a quick conference, the prince returned to his wife and told her a slightly abridged version of the tale and why they had to be together. A sign of mutual mourning and respect. When they finally arrived at the scene, Zanon kept a tight hold on his wife's hand as they stepped forward together, the body covered as a crowd of people had appeared and were all speaking in hushed and frightened tones.
"Who was he? Where is his family?"
That morning they had woken together, tangled in the sheets and blissfully naked. Evras' belly had grown fuller but she was still slim and lovely as always, and as he trailed kisses along her skin he didn't think he could ever be tired of her. They were young and had the rest of their lives ahead of them to be this happy, this in love. After their wedding they had retired to his barony in Oreboa to have a sort of honeymoon, a chance to spend time living as man and wife away from their families and the prying eyes of the other nobles. So far it had been nothing but bliss, walking the grounds and talking, playing their usual games and reading to one another from scrolls. They'd even spent a night out on the sand of the beach watching the stars and playing in the waves.
A knock at the door was barely noted by the young prince as he had dipped beneath the sheets to continue trailing his kisses along his wife's skin, but a second more fervent sound accompanied by his steward's harried voice pulled him back to reality. With an exasperated sigh, Zanon rolled from bed, wrapping one of the blankets around his waist and barely cracking the door open enough to acknowledge that he was listening.
"Iulio there had better be a very good reason why you see fit to bother us at the moment. What is it?"
As soon as he caught sight of the other man's face, his own expression turned into a scowl and he opened the door a bit more fully, looking out at him and caring not for his dark brown hair being a mess or the current nearly nude state of him. Something was wrong, he'd never seen his steward looking quite like this before during any of the issues they'd had to face together.
"Your highness..there has been a murder. A very...unusual..you're needed right away."
His heart ran cold and he glanced back over to bed, hoping Evras hadn't heard what was said just yet. Oreboa had always been safe, shockingly so for a Colchian town with a people known for being military types. He didn't know that anyone had been murdered in his tenure as baron. There were of course the people who died in accidents, or those who were lost to a tavern brawl, but murder was never a word that had been bandied about before.
"I'll dress and be on my way. The Princess..."
"It might be best, sir if she were with you."
Zanon paused as his man cut him off, confusion clear in his gaze until Iulio cleared his throat and gave a slight explanation. The people were using the word witch, a word very clearly associated with the Thanasi family. She had barely been out of his sight since they married, but he could see what his steward intended. The safest place for her was by his side, a show of support.
After a quick conference, the prince returned to his wife and told her a slightly abridged version of the tale and why they had to be together. A sign of mutual mourning and respect. When they finally arrived at the scene, Zanon kept a tight hold on his wife's hand as they stepped forward together, the body covered as a crowd of people had appeared and were all speaking in hushed and frightened tones.
"Who was he? Where is his family?"
She had received so much advice before marriage.
Do not be overly available for one's husband. Always be available for him. Watch over what he does. Ensure you're always with him. Elevate the family status through him. See the secrets hidden within the Kotas manor. Ensure that her child in her belly would be favorable with the family. Seek secrets. Find problems.
She wanted none of that.
In truth, Evras knew of her eldest sister's aspirations, as well as her younger brother's animosity towards her husband's family. Their marriage was favored by her family, but for all the wrong reasons. Reasons which Evras did not fancy, but was not her place to question. She was the youngest of the three sisters, and had lived a life used to listening and abiding by what Nethis told them to. Thea had been less commanding, merely ensuring Evras knew of what she was going into, and had been the gentle sister in making sure Evras had been prepared.
But the pressure she felt from her other siblings had been immense. So when her husband had suggested a prolonged stay in Oroboea, away from Midas, Evras had jumped at the chance. Her pregnancy had not been entirely easy either, with morning sickness and dizzy spells happening way too often for her liking. The calm, more sedate pace of Oroboea agreed with her, and after many walks and relaxed days spent with her husband in his estate and grounds, the color had finally returned to Evras's face as she entered her seventh month carrying a child they had conceived... well, not exactly within wedlock.
The day before had been spent visiting with some familiar friends who had decided to come and visit the newly-wedded princess who carried the Kotas royal family's first heir, and it had not ended early at all, which led to their later-then-usual hour. Waking up naked tangled together had been a normal occurence, one that Evras was used to by now, even cherished. She did not think she was still slim, for carrying a seven month old baby within her belly meant she looked like a whale waddling around. Yet her husband' opinion seemed to differ. Her apetite hadn't exactly been the best, but she shovelled food in as best as she could anyhow. Zanon's appreciation of her, in her opinion, overly large body, however, did serve to bolster some form of confidence in her, and her smile was a pleasant one as she rolled over with a small laugh to greet her husband's wandering morning kisses...
...Only for it to be punctuated by a knock on the door.
Frowning as Zanon headed for the door, Evras slowly pushed herself up to a seated position, laying one hand on her belly as her dark tresses fell over her shoulders, a questioning look meeting her husband's somewhat confused features. She could not hear much, but the explanation that her husband gave after brought cold blood rushing through her veins.
Of course, she must have been silly to think that just because she was now married to the second prince of Kotas, it meant that such rumors would abate. Who was she kidding? A shadowed look fell across her face as her husband dressed, but Evras knew Zanon wasn't wrong. She had to be there, as much as she tried to hide her face. Nethis had always been the one ensuring she walked tall and proud even despite the whispers in Midas, and Thea had always been by her side. She did not fancy the rumors... but she had always had her sisters, and they understood best, for they were in the same position as she was. While Zanon was here, and technically she should trust her husband to keep her safe, a worm of worry and self-doubt had managed to lodge itself in her heart even as she dressed as quickly as she could.
Deciding to eschewe the snake bangle that she always wore, the same one her sisters had, Evras instead chose a maroon chiton that flowed softly over her portruding belly, and went with her husband towards the location, keeping silent the whole time. Her blue-green eyes were wide as she looked at the whispers directed her way, some fearful, other's accusatory, and even more almost angry at her, as if she had wronged them personally somehow. Instinctively, her hand tightened around Zanon's, keeping next to him, her gaze searching for a familiar face.
For anything would be better then facing a mob angry at her.
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She had received so much advice before marriage.
Do not be overly available for one's husband. Always be available for him. Watch over what he does. Ensure you're always with him. Elevate the family status through him. See the secrets hidden within the Kotas manor. Ensure that her child in her belly would be favorable with the family. Seek secrets. Find problems.
She wanted none of that.
In truth, Evras knew of her eldest sister's aspirations, as well as her younger brother's animosity towards her husband's family. Their marriage was favored by her family, but for all the wrong reasons. Reasons which Evras did not fancy, but was not her place to question. She was the youngest of the three sisters, and had lived a life used to listening and abiding by what Nethis told them to. Thea had been less commanding, merely ensuring Evras knew of what she was going into, and had been the gentle sister in making sure Evras had been prepared.
But the pressure she felt from her other siblings had been immense. So when her husband had suggested a prolonged stay in Oroboea, away from Midas, Evras had jumped at the chance. Her pregnancy had not been entirely easy either, with morning sickness and dizzy spells happening way too often for her liking. The calm, more sedate pace of Oroboea agreed with her, and after many walks and relaxed days spent with her husband in his estate and grounds, the color had finally returned to Evras's face as she entered her seventh month carrying a child they had conceived... well, not exactly within wedlock.
The day before had been spent visiting with some familiar friends who had decided to come and visit the newly-wedded princess who carried the Kotas royal family's first heir, and it had not ended early at all, which led to their later-then-usual hour. Waking up naked tangled together had been a normal occurence, one that Evras was used to by now, even cherished. She did not think she was still slim, for carrying a seven month old baby within her belly meant she looked like a whale waddling around. Yet her husband' opinion seemed to differ. Her apetite hadn't exactly been the best, but she shovelled food in as best as she could anyhow. Zanon's appreciation of her, in her opinion, overly large body, however, did serve to bolster some form of confidence in her, and her smile was a pleasant one as she rolled over with a small laugh to greet her husband's wandering morning kisses...
...Only for it to be punctuated by a knock on the door.
Frowning as Zanon headed for the door, Evras slowly pushed herself up to a seated position, laying one hand on her belly as her dark tresses fell over her shoulders, a questioning look meeting her husband's somewhat confused features. She could not hear much, but the explanation that her husband gave after brought cold blood rushing through her veins.
Of course, she must have been silly to think that just because she was now married to the second prince of Kotas, it meant that such rumors would abate. Who was she kidding? A shadowed look fell across her face as her husband dressed, but Evras knew Zanon wasn't wrong. She had to be there, as much as she tried to hide her face. Nethis had always been the one ensuring she walked tall and proud even despite the whispers in Midas, and Thea had always been by her side. She did not fancy the rumors... but she had always had her sisters, and they understood best, for they were in the same position as she was. While Zanon was here, and technically she should trust her husband to keep her safe, a worm of worry and self-doubt had managed to lodge itself in her heart even as she dressed as quickly as she could.
Deciding to eschewe the snake bangle that she always wore, the same one her sisters had, Evras instead chose a maroon chiton that flowed softly over her portruding belly, and went with her husband towards the location, keeping silent the whole time. Her blue-green eyes were wide as she looked at the whispers directed her way, some fearful, other's accusatory, and even more almost angry at her, as if she had wronged them personally somehow. Instinctively, her hand tightened around Zanon's, keeping next to him, her gaze searching for a familiar face.
For anything would be better then facing a mob angry at her.
She had received so much advice before marriage.
Do not be overly available for one's husband. Always be available for him. Watch over what he does. Ensure you're always with him. Elevate the family status through him. See the secrets hidden within the Kotas manor. Ensure that her child in her belly would be favorable with the family. Seek secrets. Find problems.
She wanted none of that.
In truth, Evras knew of her eldest sister's aspirations, as well as her younger brother's animosity towards her husband's family. Their marriage was favored by her family, but for all the wrong reasons. Reasons which Evras did not fancy, but was not her place to question. She was the youngest of the three sisters, and had lived a life used to listening and abiding by what Nethis told them to. Thea had been less commanding, merely ensuring Evras knew of what she was going into, and had been the gentle sister in making sure Evras had been prepared.
But the pressure she felt from her other siblings had been immense. So when her husband had suggested a prolonged stay in Oroboea, away from Midas, Evras had jumped at the chance. Her pregnancy had not been entirely easy either, with morning sickness and dizzy spells happening way too often for her liking. The calm, more sedate pace of Oroboea agreed with her, and after many walks and relaxed days spent with her husband in his estate and grounds, the color had finally returned to Evras's face as she entered her seventh month carrying a child they had conceived... well, not exactly within wedlock.
The day before had been spent visiting with some familiar friends who had decided to come and visit the newly-wedded princess who carried the Kotas royal family's first heir, and it had not ended early at all, which led to their later-then-usual hour. Waking up naked tangled together had been a normal occurence, one that Evras was used to by now, even cherished. She did not think she was still slim, for carrying a seven month old baby within her belly meant she looked like a whale waddling around. Yet her husband' opinion seemed to differ. Her apetite hadn't exactly been the best, but she shovelled food in as best as she could anyhow. Zanon's appreciation of her, in her opinion, overly large body, however, did serve to bolster some form of confidence in her, and her smile was a pleasant one as she rolled over with a small laugh to greet her husband's wandering morning kisses...
...Only for it to be punctuated by a knock on the door.
Frowning as Zanon headed for the door, Evras slowly pushed herself up to a seated position, laying one hand on her belly as her dark tresses fell over her shoulders, a questioning look meeting her husband's somewhat confused features. She could not hear much, but the explanation that her husband gave after brought cold blood rushing through her veins.
Of course, she must have been silly to think that just because she was now married to the second prince of Kotas, it meant that such rumors would abate. Who was she kidding? A shadowed look fell across her face as her husband dressed, but Evras knew Zanon wasn't wrong. She had to be there, as much as she tried to hide her face. Nethis had always been the one ensuring she walked tall and proud even despite the whispers in Midas, and Thea had always been by her side. She did not fancy the rumors... but she had always had her sisters, and they understood best, for they were in the same position as she was. While Zanon was here, and technically she should trust her husband to keep her safe, a worm of worry and self-doubt had managed to lodge itself in her heart even as she dressed as quickly as she could.
Deciding to eschewe the snake bangle that she always wore, the same one her sisters had, Evras instead chose a maroon chiton that flowed softly over her portruding belly, and went with her husband towards the location, keeping silent the whole time. Her blue-green eyes were wide as she looked at the whispers directed her way, some fearful, other's accusatory, and even more almost angry at her, as if she had wronged them personally somehow. Instinctively, her hand tightened around Zanon's, keeping next to him, her gaze searching for a familiar face.
For anything would be better then facing a mob angry at her.
The birds were singing loudly in the woods as the sisters began to awake from their rest. Kallista stood with her hands on her hips as she investigated the trees spotting several birds. It was a beautiful morning, such a time she was blessed by her goddess to witness. Some souls are not as lucky, some remain stuck in the capitals of cities, or their eyes have been shut for an eternity. Kallista is thankful for being alive, she has thanked her goddess many times over for the new life she lives. Instead of the life she could have lived in Dolomesa, Kallista travels the Kingdoms with her sisters spreading the word of Artemis. She is also helping women who are not as fortunate, or who are living at the mercy of the gods for men can be cruel. The cruelty of man cannot go unpunished, Artemis has made that very clear in her teachings as she can be an unforgiving force to which she presses upon her priestesses. Live life free of restriction but remain in alliance of morality and modesty. There are several lessons to learn, everyday Kallista spends learning them as she figures her purpose in the life she is currently living.
The blue-eyed huntress had already packed her white mare as she awaited her other sisters to ready themselves for the journey. Kallista wore the standard silver tunic with her bow slung over her shoulder with a quiver of arrows resting on her back – the young huntress was ready for anything that could happen, because danger can be anywhere and anyone. The sisters were visiting all the provinces of Colchis, before setting sell to possibly Taengea in a few months. Oreboea was one of their many steps and already they have helped a few pregnant women ease new lives into this world. Kallista has trained as a huntress since she joined the Sisterhood, though she was gaining practice in midwifery as she assisted some pregnancies. Although, her main responsibility is to protect their sisters and any other dangerous situations.
Once everyone was ready, Kallista and the rest of her band jumped on the backs of their horses and rode onto the market. It was only an hour-long ride, before the sisters appeared within the city, though many were not awake to greet the sisters – except for the guards who patrolled market’s limits. The sisters entered the market and quickly found a resting spot for their horses, though immediately the hounds of Aedea started to growl lowly. Something that alerted everyone, especially Kallista as she slid off of her horse. Kallista asked curiously, though she know any words out of Aedea would be minimum, “What is wrong?”
It wasn’t long before Kallista noticed something laying on the ground in the street, which prompted curiosity to settle in. Kallista called out to everyone lowly, “There is something wrong here…” Already, Aedea was moving forward with her hounds to which Kallista objected, though one of her hounds was already off. Kallista quickly moved and the four other sisters followed suit as she went to catch up with Aedea, though in the process they have discovered something obscene. Immediately, Kallista’s facial expression changed as she eyed the dead body of a young man, blood dried on the street next to where his body lays. One of the Priestesses inquired Aedea and the growl of the initiate surely confirmed what everyone was thinking. This boy was murdered. “Look there, it appears he has been butchered… By the name of Artemis…” She said in shock - Kallista noticed approaching figures, so she warned her sisters to step back some.
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The birds were singing loudly in the woods as the sisters began to awake from their rest. Kallista stood with her hands on her hips as she investigated the trees spotting several birds. It was a beautiful morning, such a time she was blessed by her goddess to witness. Some souls are not as lucky, some remain stuck in the capitals of cities, or their eyes have been shut for an eternity. Kallista is thankful for being alive, she has thanked her goddess many times over for the new life she lives. Instead of the life she could have lived in Dolomesa, Kallista travels the Kingdoms with her sisters spreading the word of Artemis. She is also helping women who are not as fortunate, or who are living at the mercy of the gods for men can be cruel. The cruelty of man cannot go unpunished, Artemis has made that very clear in her teachings as she can be an unforgiving force to which she presses upon her priestesses. Live life free of restriction but remain in alliance of morality and modesty. There are several lessons to learn, everyday Kallista spends learning them as she figures her purpose in the life she is currently living.
The blue-eyed huntress had already packed her white mare as she awaited her other sisters to ready themselves for the journey. Kallista wore the standard silver tunic with her bow slung over her shoulder with a quiver of arrows resting on her back – the young huntress was ready for anything that could happen, because danger can be anywhere and anyone. The sisters were visiting all the provinces of Colchis, before setting sell to possibly Taengea in a few months. Oreboea was one of their many steps and already they have helped a few pregnant women ease new lives into this world. Kallista has trained as a huntress since she joined the Sisterhood, though she was gaining practice in midwifery as she assisted some pregnancies. Although, her main responsibility is to protect their sisters and any other dangerous situations.
Once everyone was ready, Kallista and the rest of her band jumped on the backs of their horses and rode onto the market. It was only an hour-long ride, before the sisters appeared within the city, though many were not awake to greet the sisters – except for the guards who patrolled market’s limits. The sisters entered the market and quickly found a resting spot for their horses, though immediately the hounds of Aedea started to growl lowly. Something that alerted everyone, especially Kallista as she slid off of her horse. Kallista asked curiously, though she know any words out of Aedea would be minimum, “What is wrong?”
It wasn’t long before Kallista noticed something laying on the ground in the street, which prompted curiosity to settle in. Kallista called out to everyone lowly, “There is something wrong here…” Already, Aedea was moving forward with her hounds to which Kallista objected, though one of her hounds was already off. Kallista quickly moved and the four other sisters followed suit as she went to catch up with Aedea, though in the process they have discovered something obscene. Immediately, Kallista’s facial expression changed as she eyed the dead body of a young man, blood dried on the street next to where his body lays. One of the Priestesses inquired Aedea and the growl of the initiate surely confirmed what everyone was thinking. This boy was murdered. “Look there, it appears he has been butchered… By the name of Artemis…” She said in shock - Kallista noticed approaching figures, so she warned her sisters to step back some.
The birds were singing loudly in the woods as the sisters began to awake from their rest. Kallista stood with her hands on her hips as she investigated the trees spotting several birds. It was a beautiful morning, such a time she was blessed by her goddess to witness. Some souls are not as lucky, some remain stuck in the capitals of cities, or their eyes have been shut for an eternity. Kallista is thankful for being alive, she has thanked her goddess many times over for the new life she lives. Instead of the life she could have lived in Dolomesa, Kallista travels the Kingdoms with her sisters spreading the word of Artemis. She is also helping women who are not as fortunate, or who are living at the mercy of the gods for men can be cruel. The cruelty of man cannot go unpunished, Artemis has made that very clear in her teachings as she can be an unforgiving force to which she presses upon her priestesses. Live life free of restriction but remain in alliance of morality and modesty. There are several lessons to learn, everyday Kallista spends learning them as she figures her purpose in the life she is currently living.
The blue-eyed huntress had already packed her white mare as she awaited her other sisters to ready themselves for the journey. Kallista wore the standard silver tunic with her bow slung over her shoulder with a quiver of arrows resting on her back – the young huntress was ready for anything that could happen, because danger can be anywhere and anyone. The sisters were visiting all the provinces of Colchis, before setting sell to possibly Taengea in a few months. Oreboea was one of their many steps and already they have helped a few pregnant women ease new lives into this world. Kallista has trained as a huntress since she joined the Sisterhood, though she was gaining practice in midwifery as she assisted some pregnancies. Although, her main responsibility is to protect their sisters and any other dangerous situations.
Once everyone was ready, Kallista and the rest of her band jumped on the backs of their horses and rode onto the market. It was only an hour-long ride, before the sisters appeared within the city, though many were not awake to greet the sisters – except for the guards who patrolled market’s limits. The sisters entered the market and quickly found a resting spot for their horses, though immediately the hounds of Aedea started to growl lowly. Something that alerted everyone, especially Kallista as she slid off of her horse. Kallista asked curiously, though she know any words out of Aedea would be minimum, “What is wrong?”
It wasn’t long before Kallista noticed something laying on the ground in the street, which prompted curiosity to settle in. Kallista called out to everyone lowly, “There is something wrong here…” Already, Aedea was moving forward with her hounds to which Kallista objected, though one of her hounds was already off. Kallista quickly moved and the four other sisters followed suit as she went to catch up with Aedea, though in the process they have discovered something obscene. Immediately, Kallista’s facial expression changed as she eyed the dead body of a young man, blood dried on the street next to where his body lays. One of the Priestesses inquired Aedea and the growl of the initiate surely confirmed what everyone was thinking. This boy was murdered. “Look there, it appears he has been butchered… By the name of Artemis…” She said in shock - Kallista noticed approaching figures, so she warned her sisters to step back some.
The city of Midas had been nothing but talk from the moment of Zanon and Evras' engagement through their hurried nuptials and now well into the new princess' pregnancy. Gossip was a soulless pastime, and while Thea was not one to keep on the forefront of it, there was no avoiding it - particularly not when the Thanasi name had become synonymous with all things nefarious.
The word 'witch' had ritualistically been spat quietly under a breath in her presence and that of her sisters since Nethis came of age, her cunning seen as a danger to men and women alike. Mankind was a pack animal in many cases, consistently playing follow-the-leader to whoever barks the loudest. The moment such a curse had been uttered toward them, the sisters were all doomed to be marked as such.
It did not help matters that Nethis and Thea were drawn to - nay, called upon - by the god Dionysus for his purposes on earth, to worship him with wild abandon in the ways of old. Once they discovered those old tomes, buried in the deepest corners of the Colchian archives, there was no question that they must follow....but also hold their knowledge tight to their chest. They chose hushed secrecy, and there is nothing more intriguing to those around them than a secret that must not be shared.
When Thea received news that the newly-wed Prince and Princess were escaping the din of Midas for a calm retreat in Oreboea, she could not help but feel relieved for her sister to have some time away. Evras had always been the most sensitive of their family, a truly soft heart open to love. It did not surprise Thea that Evras found love first out of all of their siblings, despite having only had a short amount of time to witness aspects of love in their parents before their mother was taken from the world too soon. There was a fondness shared between Thea and Evras that could not be compared to the spiritual closeness she shared with Nethis. Where the eldest Thanasi filled the role of vicious and valiant protector of their brood and Evras filled the role of the loving heart, Thea fulfilled her purpose as the soul binding the three of them tightly, offering words and actions of support and unseen protection, the nurturing element.
It was that part of her that drew her to Oreboea as well, sending her sister a short, sweet missive that let her know of her stay in the area as well, away from the barony of course but near enough that she could attend to her sister at any hour.
In many ways, this was also an indulgence for Thea as well, taking in new sights away from the city. There was peace out here and upon taking it in, she felt joy knowing Evras and her new child would indulge in quiet, beautiful days away from Midas and the Royal Court for several years, at least.
Always one to rise early with the sun, Thea informed her guard and handmaiden that she intended to take a short walk before the seaside town had fully awoken. Once dressed in a storm-grey peplos and a loosely draped crimson himation that served as a hood against the morning chill. There was no hesitation as they prepared and ventured out before the sun had fully risen over the horizon. For the longest time, they seemed to be the only ones awake and they made their way along the cliffside path that gave them full view of nothing but sea at it's furthest point. Lovely.
In the hour or so that had passed on the walk, they returned through the farthest end of town that they may pass through the plateia and see the market stalls, perhaps to find a quiet meal as well. The scene was startling as they approached, with a few dozen citizens were circled around something, their conversations a dull murmur from where they stood. Thea glanced up at her guard, who stiffened at the uncertain sight, but nodded and they continued to step closer. Her handmaiden made a quiet comment, pointing out the face of Prince Zanon and Princess Evras in the crowd.
Witch. Blood. Butchered. Murder.
Thea slowed their pace as they began to hear these words murmured by the crowd, the wide eyes of the people glancing between one another and spitting their words quietly under their breath about the only Thanasi they knew present - Evras.
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The city of Midas had been nothing but talk from the moment of Zanon and Evras' engagement through their hurried nuptials and now well into the new princess' pregnancy. Gossip was a soulless pastime, and while Thea was not one to keep on the forefront of it, there was no avoiding it - particularly not when the Thanasi name had become synonymous with all things nefarious.
The word 'witch' had ritualistically been spat quietly under a breath in her presence and that of her sisters since Nethis came of age, her cunning seen as a danger to men and women alike. Mankind was a pack animal in many cases, consistently playing follow-the-leader to whoever barks the loudest. The moment such a curse had been uttered toward them, the sisters were all doomed to be marked as such.
It did not help matters that Nethis and Thea were drawn to - nay, called upon - by the god Dionysus for his purposes on earth, to worship him with wild abandon in the ways of old. Once they discovered those old tomes, buried in the deepest corners of the Colchian archives, there was no question that they must follow....but also hold their knowledge tight to their chest. They chose hushed secrecy, and there is nothing more intriguing to those around them than a secret that must not be shared.
When Thea received news that the newly-wed Prince and Princess were escaping the din of Midas for a calm retreat in Oreboea, she could not help but feel relieved for her sister to have some time away. Evras had always been the most sensitive of their family, a truly soft heart open to love. It did not surprise Thea that Evras found love first out of all of their siblings, despite having only had a short amount of time to witness aspects of love in their parents before their mother was taken from the world too soon. There was a fondness shared between Thea and Evras that could not be compared to the spiritual closeness she shared with Nethis. Where the eldest Thanasi filled the role of vicious and valiant protector of their brood and Evras filled the role of the loving heart, Thea fulfilled her purpose as the soul binding the three of them tightly, offering words and actions of support and unseen protection, the nurturing element.
It was that part of her that drew her to Oreboea as well, sending her sister a short, sweet missive that let her know of her stay in the area as well, away from the barony of course but near enough that she could attend to her sister at any hour.
In many ways, this was also an indulgence for Thea as well, taking in new sights away from the city. There was peace out here and upon taking it in, she felt joy knowing Evras and her new child would indulge in quiet, beautiful days away from Midas and the Royal Court for several years, at least.
Always one to rise early with the sun, Thea informed her guard and handmaiden that she intended to take a short walk before the seaside town had fully awoken. Once dressed in a storm-grey peplos and a loosely draped crimson himation that served as a hood against the morning chill. There was no hesitation as they prepared and ventured out before the sun had fully risen over the horizon. For the longest time, they seemed to be the only ones awake and they made their way along the cliffside path that gave them full view of nothing but sea at it's furthest point. Lovely.
In the hour or so that had passed on the walk, they returned through the farthest end of town that they may pass through the plateia and see the market stalls, perhaps to find a quiet meal as well. The scene was startling as they approached, with a few dozen citizens were circled around something, their conversations a dull murmur from where they stood. Thea glanced up at her guard, who stiffened at the uncertain sight, but nodded and they continued to step closer. Her handmaiden made a quiet comment, pointing out the face of Prince Zanon and Princess Evras in the crowd.
Witch. Blood. Butchered. Murder.
Thea slowed their pace as they began to hear these words murmured by the crowd, the wide eyes of the people glancing between one another and spitting their words quietly under their breath about the only Thanasi they knew present - Evras.
The city of Midas had been nothing but talk from the moment of Zanon and Evras' engagement through their hurried nuptials and now well into the new princess' pregnancy. Gossip was a soulless pastime, and while Thea was not one to keep on the forefront of it, there was no avoiding it - particularly not when the Thanasi name had become synonymous with all things nefarious.
The word 'witch' had ritualistically been spat quietly under a breath in her presence and that of her sisters since Nethis came of age, her cunning seen as a danger to men and women alike. Mankind was a pack animal in many cases, consistently playing follow-the-leader to whoever barks the loudest. The moment such a curse had been uttered toward them, the sisters were all doomed to be marked as such.
It did not help matters that Nethis and Thea were drawn to - nay, called upon - by the god Dionysus for his purposes on earth, to worship him with wild abandon in the ways of old. Once they discovered those old tomes, buried in the deepest corners of the Colchian archives, there was no question that they must follow....but also hold their knowledge tight to their chest. They chose hushed secrecy, and there is nothing more intriguing to those around them than a secret that must not be shared.
When Thea received news that the newly-wed Prince and Princess were escaping the din of Midas for a calm retreat in Oreboea, she could not help but feel relieved for her sister to have some time away. Evras had always been the most sensitive of their family, a truly soft heart open to love. It did not surprise Thea that Evras found love first out of all of their siblings, despite having only had a short amount of time to witness aspects of love in their parents before their mother was taken from the world too soon. There was a fondness shared between Thea and Evras that could not be compared to the spiritual closeness she shared with Nethis. Where the eldest Thanasi filled the role of vicious and valiant protector of their brood and Evras filled the role of the loving heart, Thea fulfilled her purpose as the soul binding the three of them tightly, offering words and actions of support and unseen protection, the nurturing element.
It was that part of her that drew her to Oreboea as well, sending her sister a short, sweet missive that let her know of her stay in the area as well, away from the barony of course but near enough that she could attend to her sister at any hour.
In many ways, this was also an indulgence for Thea as well, taking in new sights away from the city. There was peace out here and upon taking it in, she felt joy knowing Evras and her new child would indulge in quiet, beautiful days away from Midas and the Royal Court for several years, at least.
Always one to rise early with the sun, Thea informed her guard and handmaiden that she intended to take a short walk before the seaside town had fully awoken. Once dressed in a storm-grey peplos and a loosely draped crimson himation that served as a hood against the morning chill. There was no hesitation as they prepared and ventured out before the sun had fully risen over the horizon. For the longest time, they seemed to be the only ones awake and they made their way along the cliffside path that gave them full view of nothing but sea at it's furthest point. Lovely.
In the hour or so that had passed on the walk, they returned through the farthest end of town that they may pass through the plateia and see the market stalls, perhaps to find a quiet meal as well. The scene was startling as they approached, with a few dozen citizens were circled around something, their conversations a dull murmur from where they stood. Thea glanced up at her guard, who stiffened at the uncertain sight, but nodded and they continued to step closer. Her handmaiden made a quiet comment, pointing out the face of Prince Zanon and Princess Evras in the crowd.
Witch. Blood. Butchered. Murder.
Thea slowed their pace as they began to hear these words murmured by the crowd, the wide eyes of the people glancing between one another and spitting their words quietly under their breath about the only Thanasi they knew present - Evras.
It was safe to say that Timaeus had been less than thrilled when his parents told him that the entire Valaoritis family would soon be traveling to Oreboa to visit Princes Evras before she had her baby. In fact, if anything, the young lord was quite displeased at the idea of the whole venture. But could you really blame him? After all, what twelve-year-old would be excited to put his swords and arrows down for a week to travel to the coast, just to fuss over a child that hadn’t even been born yet? Clearly, this was a complete waste of time to the young lord and he was not afraid to hide his frustration of not being to worm out of the trip. From angrily muttered words under his breath to slammed doors following his wake, it was no secret that Timaeus wanted nothing to do with this trip to meet the Kotas couple.
Yet, he was made to go all the same. Just like the rest of his family, even his bastard cousin, Timaeus found himself bundled into a set of warm riding furs to bite back the chill of the night as the family made their way out of the mountains. For miles upon miles, a large scowl was plastered across his face as the young boy followed after his older brother. It was hardly fair that he had to go, especially when he wasn’t the family heir and thus wasn’t destined for the courtly life of his father and elder brother. Instead, he knew that he was to become a commander in the Colchian army, like all good Valaoritis spares, and he failed to see how spending a week by the coast instead of training was going to help him with that endeavor -- especially when he was just a month or two away from accompanying his Uncle Galenus to the front in order to quickly earn the rank of captain. This trip was clearly a waste of his time, especially with a far more exciting deadline like that looming over the boy’s shoulder.
So, Timaeus grumbled about his displeasure as the family made their way through the mountains, only loud enough to be heard by the brother in front of him. Timaeus could tell from the tightening grip Nico had on his reins and the slight tick of his jaw whenever he glanced back at the younger lord that he was hearing his brother’s terse words and growing rather annoyed at them. Given his age, Timaeus was more than happy to lock onto this new source of entertainment as it was not easy to rattle Nicomedes’s confident exterior. It was only natural that the boy, who was known for pushing his own personal boundaries through lying and exploring things that he shouldn’t, wanted to see how far he could push his sixteen-year-old brother until he cracked. Raising his voice, Timaeus complained more and more as he watched Nico grow red in the face. To his brother’s credit, he managed to stay strong through the mountains and only cracked when the province managed to come into sight along with the dawn.
Nico didn’t break though in a typical way, instead, he slowed his horse just enough to keep pace with Timaeus’s as the next Baron of Eubocris turned to his younger brother to say with a teasing tone and knowing smirk, ‘You know, we are supposed to meet with the Alistaires before we go to the Princess. Perhaps Father will want to discuss a certain proposal with them?’ At this, the young Timaeus ducked his head with his cheeks flushing a bright red as he spat back at his brother, “Oh shut up, would you!” Although Timaeus thought that he was good at concealing his feelings, it was plainly obvious to everyone that the young Timaeus had a crush on the Alistaire’s daughter, Zenais.
It was a harmless schoolboy crush, destined to pass within a few months when the feelings he had now would fade. Timaeus’s father had told him that something like that would happen, along with his body changing from that of a boy to one of a man. For now, though, he quite liked the feeling of his heart skipping a beat whenever he thought of the fourteen-year-old stunning blue eyes and silky brown hair. It was hard for him to describe what these colors actually looked like to him, ranging from the coloring of the seafoam from which Aphrodite arose (he was proud of that one) or the shade of timber from the north used in the ships that would carry Colchis’s soldiers across the sea. (That though… could use some help.) Either way, he had thought that he was able to keep it a secret after he had danced with her at some court event, but twelve-year-olds thought that they couldn’t do a lot of things that they really can’t.
For a moment, he pretended not to care as Nicomedes’s roared with laughter at his brother’s reaction to the hint of something happening between the families. “Besides, she’s not even fifteen yet,” Timaeus carelessly said with a huff as he grew annoyed with his brother. However, these words only stoked the fire as his brother caught onto his mistake and teased Tim one last time before riding off, ‘Who said anything about a ‘she?’’
Caught in his error, Timaeus’s whole body shook with anger as he gave chase after his brother, screaming the young lord’s name at the top of his lungs. He could vaguely hear someone chastizingly call his name over his shoulder, but he was too angry to care. Nico, of course, had the advantage of age and a better horse so he was easily able to outmaneuver the young boy as the two of them dove ahead of the group and galloped into the city. Timaeus was so focused on catching his brother, that he didn’t notice the crowd until Nico came to a screeching halt at the edge of it, forcing Tim to stop as well.
His shorter stature did not give him a good view of what the crowd was centered around, but the scent of death and rotting meat in the air told Timaeus that whatever was at the center of the crowd, it was no longer alive. Being innately curious about all gross things, he slid off his horse and made a move to duck through the crowd to get a glimpse. However, before he could make it too far, an iron-clad grip on his maroon tunic hauled him back.
‘Oh no you don’t.’ Nico hissed in his ear as he kept Timaeus from running off. The young boy fought back, landing a hard kick to Nico’s shins, but it did nothing to encourage the heir to release his grip. Instead, he just turned Tim around, away from the crowd and towards the heart-stopping sight of the Alistaire sigil fluttering in the wind as the noble family from Lyncaea approached the scene. ‘Go see your girl while I go get father.” Nico said sternly as he finally released Tim, knowing full well that the promise of seeing his crush would be enough to distract the boy long enough for Nico to inform the rest of his family what was happening. He wasn’t wrong. Tim merely nodded and rushed off in the direction of where Zenais would be, hearing a whole crowd’s worth of rumors assault his ears along the way.
Dead in the Street... What a Cruel End… Only a witch could have done this… I bet it was that Thanasi lot...
Timaeus didn’t really understand the politics behind these things. He didn’t know that a lot of people looked down upon Evras for the family she came from and the cloud of mistrust around her upbringing. All he knew was that he was a Valaoritis and the Valaoritis didn’t like the Thanasi’s because they didn’t like the Kotas family. It was simple enough for him and the stories of the three sisters being witches seemed just as straightforward to him too. It was just something that had been said so many times in his presence that it just had to be true… wasn’t it?
“Zenais!” Timaeus shouted as soon as he caught sight of the pretty girl and felt his heart began to hammer in his chest. His smile was wide and bright as he came to a skidding stop next to her, fully blaming his lack of breath and reddened cheeks on him running a moment ago. “Do you hear what happened? The Thanasi witches had something to do with it.” He said just a little too loudly as he ducked his head to hide the embarrassment his own silly, stupid heart brought on. His own statement, fueled with all the bravado that a boy his age could muster was just him restating what he had heard from the crowd as he was too foolish to not take a rumor as fact.
It was a lesson he would need to learn quickly as little did he know, but one of those “Thanasi witches” had overheard what the young boy had said and she was far from pleased with what little Timaeus had to say about her and her younger sisters…
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It was safe to say that Timaeus had been less than thrilled when his parents told him that the entire Valaoritis family would soon be traveling to Oreboa to visit Princes Evras before she had her baby. In fact, if anything, the young lord was quite displeased at the idea of the whole venture. But could you really blame him? After all, what twelve-year-old would be excited to put his swords and arrows down for a week to travel to the coast, just to fuss over a child that hadn’t even been born yet? Clearly, this was a complete waste of time to the young lord and he was not afraid to hide his frustration of not being to worm out of the trip. From angrily muttered words under his breath to slammed doors following his wake, it was no secret that Timaeus wanted nothing to do with this trip to meet the Kotas couple.
Yet, he was made to go all the same. Just like the rest of his family, even his bastard cousin, Timaeus found himself bundled into a set of warm riding furs to bite back the chill of the night as the family made their way out of the mountains. For miles upon miles, a large scowl was plastered across his face as the young boy followed after his older brother. It was hardly fair that he had to go, especially when he wasn’t the family heir and thus wasn’t destined for the courtly life of his father and elder brother. Instead, he knew that he was to become a commander in the Colchian army, like all good Valaoritis spares, and he failed to see how spending a week by the coast instead of training was going to help him with that endeavor -- especially when he was just a month or two away from accompanying his Uncle Galenus to the front in order to quickly earn the rank of captain. This trip was clearly a waste of his time, especially with a far more exciting deadline like that looming over the boy’s shoulder.
So, Timaeus grumbled about his displeasure as the family made their way through the mountains, only loud enough to be heard by the brother in front of him. Timaeus could tell from the tightening grip Nico had on his reins and the slight tick of his jaw whenever he glanced back at the younger lord that he was hearing his brother’s terse words and growing rather annoyed at them. Given his age, Timaeus was more than happy to lock onto this new source of entertainment as it was not easy to rattle Nicomedes’s confident exterior. It was only natural that the boy, who was known for pushing his own personal boundaries through lying and exploring things that he shouldn’t, wanted to see how far he could push his sixteen-year-old brother until he cracked. Raising his voice, Timaeus complained more and more as he watched Nico grow red in the face. To his brother’s credit, he managed to stay strong through the mountains and only cracked when the province managed to come into sight along with the dawn.
Nico didn’t break though in a typical way, instead, he slowed his horse just enough to keep pace with Timaeus’s as the next Baron of Eubocris turned to his younger brother to say with a teasing tone and knowing smirk, ‘You know, we are supposed to meet with the Alistaires before we go to the Princess. Perhaps Father will want to discuss a certain proposal with them?’ At this, the young Timaeus ducked his head with his cheeks flushing a bright red as he spat back at his brother, “Oh shut up, would you!” Although Timaeus thought that he was good at concealing his feelings, it was plainly obvious to everyone that the young Timaeus had a crush on the Alistaire’s daughter, Zenais.
It was a harmless schoolboy crush, destined to pass within a few months when the feelings he had now would fade. Timaeus’s father had told him that something like that would happen, along with his body changing from that of a boy to one of a man. For now, though, he quite liked the feeling of his heart skipping a beat whenever he thought of the fourteen-year-old stunning blue eyes and silky brown hair. It was hard for him to describe what these colors actually looked like to him, ranging from the coloring of the seafoam from which Aphrodite arose (he was proud of that one) or the shade of timber from the north used in the ships that would carry Colchis’s soldiers across the sea. (That though… could use some help.) Either way, he had thought that he was able to keep it a secret after he had danced with her at some court event, but twelve-year-olds thought that they couldn’t do a lot of things that they really can’t.
For a moment, he pretended not to care as Nicomedes’s roared with laughter at his brother’s reaction to the hint of something happening between the families. “Besides, she’s not even fifteen yet,” Timaeus carelessly said with a huff as he grew annoyed with his brother. However, these words only stoked the fire as his brother caught onto his mistake and teased Tim one last time before riding off, ‘Who said anything about a ‘she?’’
Caught in his error, Timaeus’s whole body shook with anger as he gave chase after his brother, screaming the young lord’s name at the top of his lungs. He could vaguely hear someone chastizingly call his name over his shoulder, but he was too angry to care. Nico, of course, had the advantage of age and a better horse so he was easily able to outmaneuver the young boy as the two of them dove ahead of the group and galloped into the city. Timaeus was so focused on catching his brother, that he didn’t notice the crowd until Nico came to a screeching halt at the edge of it, forcing Tim to stop as well.
His shorter stature did not give him a good view of what the crowd was centered around, but the scent of death and rotting meat in the air told Timaeus that whatever was at the center of the crowd, it was no longer alive. Being innately curious about all gross things, he slid off his horse and made a move to duck through the crowd to get a glimpse. However, before he could make it too far, an iron-clad grip on his maroon tunic hauled him back.
‘Oh no you don’t.’ Nico hissed in his ear as he kept Timaeus from running off. The young boy fought back, landing a hard kick to Nico’s shins, but it did nothing to encourage the heir to release his grip. Instead, he just turned Tim around, away from the crowd and towards the heart-stopping sight of the Alistaire sigil fluttering in the wind as the noble family from Lyncaea approached the scene. ‘Go see your girl while I go get father.” Nico said sternly as he finally released Tim, knowing full well that the promise of seeing his crush would be enough to distract the boy long enough for Nico to inform the rest of his family what was happening. He wasn’t wrong. Tim merely nodded and rushed off in the direction of where Zenais would be, hearing a whole crowd’s worth of rumors assault his ears along the way.
Dead in the Street... What a Cruel End… Only a witch could have done this… I bet it was that Thanasi lot...
Timaeus didn’t really understand the politics behind these things. He didn’t know that a lot of people looked down upon Evras for the family she came from and the cloud of mistrust around her upbringing. All he knew was that he was a Valaoritis and the Valaoritis didn’t like the Thanasi’s because they didn’t like the Kotas family. It was simple enough for him and the stories of the three sisters being witches seemed just as straightforward to him too. It was just something that had been said so many times in his presence that it just had to be true… wasn’t it?
“Zenais!” Timaeus shouted as soon as he caught sight of the pretty girl and felt his heart began to hammer in his chest. His smile was wide and bright as he came to a skidding stop next to her, fully blaming his lack of breath and reddened cheeks on him running a moment ago. “Do you hear what happened? The Thanasi witches had something to do with it.” He said just a little too loudly as he ducked his head to hide the embarrassment his own silly, stupid heart brought on. His own statement, fueled with all the bravado that a boy his age could muster was just him restating what he had heard from the crowd as he was too foolish to not take a rumor as fact.
It was a lesson he would need to learn quickly as little did he know, but one of those “Thanasi witches” had overheard what the young boy had said and she was far from pleased with what little Timaeus had to say about her and her younger sisters…
It was safe to say that Timaeus had been less than thrilled when his parents told him that the entire Valaoritis family would soon be traveling to Oreboa to visit Princes Evras before she had her baby. In fact, if anything, the young lord was quite displeased at the idea of the whole venture. But could you really blame him? After all, what twelve-year-old would be excited to put his swords and arrows down for a week to travel to the coast, just to fuss over a child that hadn’t even been born yet? Clearly, this was a complete waste of time to the young lord and he was not afraid to hide his frustration of not being to worm out of the trip. From angrily muttered words under his breath to slammed doors following his wake, it was no secret that Timaeus wanted nothing to do with this trip to meet the Kotas couple.
Yet, he was made to go all the same. Just like the rest of his family, even his bastard cousin, Timaeus found himself bundled into a set of warm riding furs to bite back the chill of the night as the family made their way out of the mountains. For miles upon miles, a large scowl was plastered across his face as the young boy followed after his older brother. It was hardly fair that he had to go, especially when he wasn’t the family heir and thus wasn’t destined for the courtly life of his father and elder brother. Instead, he knew that he was to become a commander in the Colchian army, like all good Valaoritis spares, and he failed to see how spending a week by the coast instead of training was going to help him with that endeavor -- especially when he was just a month or two away from accompanying his Uncle Galenus to the front in order to quickly earn the rank of captain. This trip was clearly a waste of his time, especially with a far more exciting deadline like that looming over the boy’s shoulder.
So, Timaeus grumbled about his displeasure as the family made their way through the mountains, only loud enough to be heard by the brother in front of him. Timaeus could tell from the tightening grip Nico had on his reins and the slight tick of his jaw whenever he glanced back at the younger lord that he was hearing his brother’s terse words and growing rather annoyed at them. Given his age, Timaeus was more than happy to lock onto this new source of entertainment as it was not easy to rattle Nicomedes’s confident exterior. It was only natural that the boy, who was known for pushing his own personal boundaries through lying and exploring things that he shouldn’t, wanted to see how far he could push his sixteen-year-old brother until he cracked. Raising his voice, Timaeus complained more and more as he watched Nico grow red in the face. To his brother’s credit, he managed to stay strong through the mountains and only cracked when the province managed to come into sight along with the dawn.
Nico didn’t break though in a typical way, instead, he slowed his horse just enough to keep pace with Timaeus’s as the next Baron of Eubocris turned to his younger brother to say with a teasing tone and knowing smirk, ‘You know, we are supposed to meet with the Alistaires before we go to the Princess. Perhaps Father will want to discuss a certain proposal with them?’ At this, the young Timaeus ducked his head with his cheeks flushing a bright red as he spat back at his brother, “Oh shut up, would you!” Although Timaeus thought that he was good at concealing his feelings, it was plainly obvious to everyone that the young Timaeus had a crush on the Alistaire’s daughter, Zenais.
It was a harmless schoolboy crush, destined to pass within a few months when the feelings he had now would fade. Timaeus’s father had told him that something like that would happen, along with his body changing from that of a boy to one of a man. For now, though, he quite liked the feeling of his heart skipping a beat whenever he thought of the fourteen-year-old stunning blue eyes and silky brown hair. It was hard for him to describe what these colors actually looked like to him, ranging from the coloring of the seafoam from which Aphrodite arose (he was proud of that one) or the shade of timber from the north used in the ships that would carry Colchis’s soldiers across the sea. (That though… could use some help.) Either way, he had thought that he was able to keep it a secret after he had danced with her at some court event, but twelve-year-olds thought that they couldn’t do a lot of things that they really can’t.
For a moment, he pretended not to care as Nicomedes’s roared with laughter at his brother’s reaction to the hint of something happening between the families. “Besides, she’s not even fifteen yet,” Timaeus carelessly said with a huff as he grew annoyed with his brother. However, these words only stoked the fire as his brother caught onto his mistake and teased Tim one last time before riding off, ‘Who said anything about a ‘she?’’
Caught in his error, Timaeus’s whole body shook with anger as he gave chase after his brother, screaming the young lord’s name at the top of his lungs. He could vaguely hear someone chastizingly call his name over his shoulder, but he was too angry to care. Nico, of course, had the advantage of age and a better horse so he was easily able to outmaneuver the young boy as the two of them dove ahead of the group and galloped into the city. Timaeus was so focused on catching his brother, that he didn’t notice the crowd until Nico came to a screeching halt at the edge of it, forcing Tim to stop as well.
His shorter stature did not give him a good view of what the crowd was centered around, but the scent of death and rotting meat in the air told Timaeus that whatever was at the center of the crowd, it was no longer alive. Being innately curious about all gross things, he slid off his horse and made a move to duck through the crowd to get a glimpse. However, before he could make it too far, an iron-clad grip on his maroon tunic hauled him back.
‘Oh no you don’t.’ Nico hissed in his ear as he kept Timaeus from running off. The young boy fought back, landing a hard kick to Nico’s shins, but it did nothing to encourage the heir to release his grip. Instead, he just turned Tim around, away from the crowd and towards the heart-stopping sight of the Alistaire sigil fluttering in the wind as the noble family from Lyncaea approached the scene. ‘Go see your girl while I go get father.” Nico said sternly as he finally released Tim, knowing full well that the promise of seeing his crush would be enough to distract the boy long enough for Nico to inform the rest of his family what was happening. He wasn’t wrong. Tim merely nodded and rushed off in the direction of where Zenais would be, hearing a whole crowd’s worth of rumors assault his ears along the way.
Dead in the Street... What a Cruel End… Only a witch could have done this… I bet it was that Thanasi lot...
Timaeus didn’t really understand the politics behind these things. He didn’t know that a lot of people looked down upon Evras for the family she came from and the cloud of mistrust around her upbringing. All he knew was that he was a Valaoritis and the Valaoritis didn’t like the Thanasi’s because they didn’t like the Kotas family. It was simple enough for him and the stories of the three sisters being witches seemed just as straightforward to him too. It was just something that had been said so many times in his presence that it just had to be true… wasn’t it?
“Zenais!” Timaeus shouted as soon as he caught sight of the pretty girl and felt his heart began to hammer in his chest. His smile was wide and bright as he came to a skidding stop next to her, fully blaming his lack of breath and reddened cheeks on him running a moment ago. “Do you hear what happened? The Thanasi witches had something to do with it.” He said just a little too loudly as he ducked his head to hide the embarrassment his own silly, stupid heart brought on. His own statement, fueled with all the bravado that a boy his age could muster was just him restating what he had heard from the crowd as he was too foolish to not take a rumor as fact.
It was a lesson he would need to learn quickly as little did he know, but one of those “Thanasi witches” had overheard what the young boy had said and she was far from pleased with what little Timaeus had to say about her and her younger sisters…
Putting out fires is what Nethis is used to at this point of her life, and she is prepared to put out fires for the rest of her life. Dionysios of Thanasi has made it clear to his eldest daughter that she would be the glue that holds their family together, thus the protection of her siblings is her biggest job. Nethis loves all her siblings, very deeply, so anything that happens to them will be met with her own fists and venom. The helm of the Thanasi house was promised to Nethis at a very young age because in the last fifty years it was thought Ulla of Kotas and Dionysios would be able to procure a child – much less a male heir. Nethis was being prepared to be the sole Head of her house and each time a girl was born; she grew more and more determined that it would be her destiny to lead. Dionysios was teaching everything he knew to prepare his eldest daughter to become him, therefore no one should expect the eldest daughter of the Thanasi House to be anything less than dangerous. At twenty years of age, Nethis has become as sharp as the end of a spear, her intelligence and keen had already outmatched women her age. The only thing that has changed about Nethis was her seat as the head of her House, once Dysius was born everything would fall to him. Initially, there was a form of jealousy and rage once she realized what was promised was being taken away. In the wake of his daughter’s rage, Dionysios made it apparent to her that she did not need a seat of power to be powerful.
Dionysios told Nethis to protect her siblings because in the world that they live in the Thanasi House is distrusted and hated. Although, no one is willing to outwardly attack them, because of their bloody and sinister reputation. Anyone of the Thanasi House is a better ally than an enemy. Anyone who dares target a sibling of Nethis will witness wrath even the gods will place pity on. Many know this, at least the people of Colchis have a better idea of what the House of Thanasi represents. A lot of rumors in Colchis have been centered on the daughters of Dionysios… Nethis hears them quite frequently, initially, it was an irritant to be called a ‘Thanasi Witch’, but she found power in it. The people rumor her and her sisters as Witches because they fear exactly what they would do and who they are – much less than being witches. It is true that Nethis, Thea, and Evras partake in a ritualistic celebration of the god of wine, Dionysus, but a secret many are unaware of – Evras has only witnessed one ritual and decided it was not of her liking. For a while, the rumors of being witches have been only that until recently in Oreboea, when a body was discovered missing an organ.
Nethis laid comfortably on her Kline as she enjoyed the morning sun that rested on her pale skin. The young woman laid in her nude as she picked from a bowl that stored her grapes, grown from a vine outside of her quarters. The blue-eyed woman was enjoying her morning relaxation away from trouble, drama, and metaphorical fires. This was her time and her time alone, Nethis has strongly encouraged to be undisturbed at this time, though today was not going to be her day. The twenty-year-old was about to place a plump grape upon her tongue when she was interrupted by an abrupt knock on her door. Nethis hesitated for a second, though she resumed eating her grape, ignoring whatever present issue was standing behind her doors. It was until the second knock did the Lady roll her eyes in irritation, before rising out of her comfort state to answer the door still in her nude. Nethis opened the door with an irritated expression as she answered the young maid, “May the wrath of the gods strike you this morning, for whatever this is… better be of the utmost importance…”
The young maid tensed a little, the hesitation was clear in her voice at the curse streaming from the Lady’s mouth, though she handed her a missive, “This came from… a courier milady. He said it was urgent –" Nethis snatched the missive from the maid, “This ought to be of my patience,” Nethis as she took the time to read the letter, though as she furthered her eyes glared at the message with a sudden rage. Nethis said with her eyes still reading, “Awake Lord Mihail, then ready a carriage for we must venture to Oreboea at once.” Nethis then closed the door, turning her back against as she pressed her head against its material, “They will not prevail – not today. My sister will not burn a witch today or any day.” Nethis said, before quickly going to find some of her best garment to put on, “I will set aflame every man, woman, and child in every city before a single ember is felt upon my sister’s skin.”
After reading what was happening in Oreboea courtesy of an ally living among the masses, a mixture of worry and anger filled Nethis’s body like a drug. Thea was already in Oreboea for her sister’s sake, Evras’s pregnancy was serious as well as her survival. Nethis relaxed a little more knowing Evras had Thea with her, but now she was even more nervous that they both were in the middle of an investigation. Evras also has the protection of the Kotas House, given she is now Princess of Colchis and married to Zanon, but there are many who hate the Thanasis more than seeing them on any kind of throne. The only reason Kotas wasn’t sending Evras’s family towards a pike was that she is married to Zanon and he would not allow his pregnant wife to burn as a witch, at least not by the condemnation of rumors.
Their biggest rival has always been the House Kotas, Nethis despises them with every bone in her body and it started by the rejection of the eldest son, Vangelis of Kotas. Nethis of Thanasi is a striking woman, most men would bed her without hesitation, yet such a man of distinction and power refused her advances – afterward, Nethis was sure he was a lover of men. Although, the rivalry started way before Nethis and Vangelis, and the marriage between Evras and Zanon has only dampened the tensions of the two families. Hopefully, on this day and the days to come, the two Houses could work together to procure their futures.
Nethis left out of her room in a fury, dressed in a blood red peplos with her raven-black hair braided over her shoulders. A golden serpent bracelet coiled around her wrist and somewhat her arm as she grabbed the skirt of her peplos to walk down the stairs to meet her little brother, whom she met with a smile, “My little fídi,” Nethis said as she came to his side, placing a calm hand over his plush cheek, “You will be coming with your elder sister today, we are going to see Evras.” Nethis stuck out her hand for Mihail to grab onto, hopefully, are innocents would be enough to battle the derogatory claims of whores and witches. The two of them boarded the carriage, though Nethis carefully allowed Mihail to sit first before a servant helped the Lady into her own seating next to her brother. Nethis looked to Mihail with a smile as she spoke as smooth as silk, “I have a very important job for you, Mihail… Can you help your sister?” The eldest spoke as she gently turned his little chin towards her with a finger, before she lowered her head to share a gaze, “I need the people to know how good and special you are, it is very important that you do so… Do not leave my side or any of your sisters’ side.” Nethis continued, “It is important that you are unafraid. You are a Thanasi and we fear nothing, nor do we bend to the will of mortal men – understand my little fídi?”.
~~An hour later~~
Nethis found the crowds of people, as soon as they arrived, she could see the eyes of distrust and persecution as they focused on her. They all knew who they were, Thanasi. Nethis held Mihail’s little hand tightly as she led forward, her guards protecting the two of them against anyone who would dare to advance them. Luckily, no one was that foolish. Nethis continued to make her way through the crowd, though she stopped after overhearing someone speaking unflattering of her sisters in her presence. Nethis turned to the little boy, a familiar child, she had seen once before – Timaeus of Valaoritis. Nethis stopped guards as she spoke, “Stop, make way for me towards that boy.” A point needed to be made for the people were beginning to act unruly and disrespectful in the presence of Nobility. As soon as Nethis was near the child, Nethis addressed him accordingly, “You will not speak ill of my House, nor my sisters for it would be of distaste and an embarrassment of your House… You all speak of certainty, when all you know is rumors and whispers – until the gods have spoken, you shall not.” Nethis said with cold eyes, before having her gods push forward to find her sisters.
It wasn’t long before Nethis spotted Evras, whom she quickly came to her side as she looked at Zanon shortly, before embracing her sister, expecting little Mihail to do the same, “By the grace of the gods you are alright, I came as soon as I heard.” Nethis turned to Zanon as she dipped her head politely, “Greetings my Prince.” She could choke, but she decided further pettiness was not in her best interest.
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Putting out fires is what Nethis is used to at this point of her life, and she is prepared to put out fires for the rest of her life. Dionysios of Thanasi has made it clear to his eldest daughter that she would be the glue that holds their family together, thus the protection of her siblings is her biggest job. Nethis loves all her siblings, very deeply, so anything that happens to them will be met with her own fists and venom. The helm of the Thanasi house was promised to Nethis at a very young age because in the last fifty years it was thought Ulla of Kotas and Dionysios would be able to procure a child – much less a male heir. Nethis was being prepared to be the sole Head of her house and each time a girl was born; she grew more and more determined that it would be her destiny to lead. Dionysios was teaching everything he knew to prepare his eldest daughter to become him, therefore no one should expect the eldest daughter of the Thanasi House to be anything less than dangerous. At twenty years of age, Nethis has become as sharp as the end of a spear, her intelligence and keen had already outmatched women her age. The only thing that has changed about Nethis was her seat as the head of her House, once Dysius was born everything would fall to him. Initially, there was a form of jealousy and rage once she realized what was promised was being taken away. In the wake of his daughter’s rage, Dionysios made it apparent to her that she did not need a seat of power to be powerful.
Dionysios told Nethis to protect her siblings because in the world that they live in the Thanasi House is distrusted and hated. Although, no one is willing to outwardly attack them, because of their bloody and sinister reputation. Anyone of the Thanasi House is a better ally than an enemy. Anyone who dares target a sibling of Nethis will witness wrath even the gods will place pity on. Many know this, at least the people of Colchis have a better idea of what the House of Thanasi represents. A lot of rumors in Colchis have been centered on the daughters of Dionysios… Nethis hears them quite frequently, initially, it was an irritant to be called a ‘Thanasi Witch’, but she found power in it. The people rumor her and her sisters as Witches because they fear exactly what they would do and who they are – much less than being witches. It is true that Nethis, Thea, and Evras partake in a ritualistic celebration of the god of wine, Dionysus, but a secret many are unaware of – Evras has only witnessed one ritual and decided it was not of her liking. For a while, the rumors of being witches have been only that until recently in Oreboea, when a body was discovered missing an organ.
Nethis laid comfortably on her Kline as she enjoyed the morning sun that rested on her pale skin. The young woman laid in her nude as she picked from a bowl that stored her grapes, grown from a vine outside of her quarters. The blue-eyed woman was enjoying her morning relaxation away from trouble, drama, and metaphorical fires. This was her time and her time alone, Nethis has strongly encouraged to be undisturbed at this time, though today was not going to be her day. The twenty-year-old was about to place a plump grape upon her tongue when she was interrupted by an abrupt knock on her door. Nethis hesitated for a second, though she resumed eating her grape, ignoring whatever present issue was standing behind her doors. It was until the second knock did the Lady roll her eyes in irritation, before rising out of her comfort state to answer the door still in her nude. Nethis opened the door with an irritated expression as she answered the young maid, “May the wrath of the gods strike you this morning, for whatever this is… better be of the utmost importance…”
The young maid tensed a little, the hesitation was clear in her voice at the curse streaming from the Lady’s mouth, though she handed her a missive, “This came from… a courier milady. He said it was urgent –" Nethis snatched the missive from the maid, “This ought to be of my patience,” Nethis as she took the time to read the letter, though as she furthered her eyes glared at the message with a sudden rage. Nethis said with her eyes still reading, “Awake Lord Mihail, then ready a carriage for we must venture to Oreboea at once.” Nethis then closed the door, turning her back against as she pressed her head against its material, “They will not prevail – not today. My sister will not burn a witch today or any day.” Nethis said, before quickly going to find some of her best garment to put on, “I will set aflame every man, woman, and child in every city before a single ember is felt upon my sister’s skin.”
After reading what was happening in Oreboea courtesy of an ally living among the masses, a mixture of worry and anger filled Nethis’s body like a drug. Thea was already in Oreboea for her sister’s sake, Evras’s pregnancy was serious as well as her survival. Nethis relaxed a little more knowing Evras had Thea with her, but now she was even more nervous that they both were in the middle of an investigation. Evras also has the protection of the Kotas House, given she is now Princess of Colchis and married to Zanon, but there are many who hate the Thanasis more than seeing them on any kind of throne. The only reason Kotas wasn’t sending Evras’s family towards a pike was that she is married to Zanon and he would not allow his pregnant wife to burn as a witch, at least not by the condemnation of rumors.
Their biggest rival has always been the House Kotas, Nethis despises them with every bone in her body and it started by the rejection of the eldest son, Vangelis of Kotas. Nethis of Thanasi is a striking woman, most men would bed her without hesitation, yet such a man of distinction and power refused her advances – afterward, Nethis was sure he was a lover of men. Although, the rivalry started way before Nethis and Vangelis, and the marriage between Evras and Zanon has only dampened the tensions of the two families. Hopefully, on this day and the days to come, the two Houses could work together to procure their futures.
Nethis left out of her room in a fury, dressed in a blood red peplos with her raven-black hair braided over her shoulders. A golden serpent bracelet coiled around her wrist and somewhat her arm as she grabbed the skirt of her peplos to walk down the stairs to meet her little brother, whom she met with a smile, “My little fídi,” Nethis said as she came to his side, placing a calm hand over his plush cheek, “You will be coming with your elder sister today, we are going to see Evras.” Nethis stuck out her hand for Mihail to grab onto, hopefully, are innocents would be enough to battle the derogatory claims of whores and witches. The two of them boarded the carriage, though Nethis carefully allowed Mihail to sit first before a servant helped the Lady into her own seating next to her brother. Nethis looked to Mihail with a smile as she spoke as smooth as silk, “I have a very important job for you, Mihail… Can you help your sister?” The eldest spoke as she gently turned his little chin towards her with a finger, before she lowered her head to share a gaze, “I need the people to know how good and special you are, it is very important that you do so… Do not leave my side or any of your sisters’ side.” Nethis continued, “It is important that you are unafraid. You are a Thanasi and we fear nothing, nor do we bend to the will of mortal men – understand my little fídi?”.
~~An hour later~~
Nethis found the crowds of people, as soon as they arrived, she could see the eyes of distrust and persecution as they focused on her. They all knew who they were, Thanasi. Nethis held Mihail’s little hand tightly as she led forward, her guards protecting the two of them against anyone who would dare to advance them. Luckily, no one was that foolish. Nethis continued to make her way through the crowd, though she stopped after overhearing someone speaking unflattering of her sisters in her presence. Nethis turned to the little boy, a familiar child, she had seen once before – Timaeus of Valaoritis. Nethis stopped guards as she spoke, “Stop, make way for me towards that boy.” A point needed to be made for the people were beginning to act unruly and disrespectful in the presence of Nobility. As soon as Nethis was near the child, Nethis addressed him accordingly, “You will not speak ill of my House, nor my sisters for it would be of distaste and an embarrassment of your House… You all speak of certainty, when all you know is rumors and whispers – until the gods have spoken, you shall not.” Nethis said with cold eyes, before having her gods push forward to find her sisters.
It wasn’t long before Nethis spotted Evras, whom she quickly came to her side as she looked at Zanon shortly, before embracing her sister, expecting little Mihail to do the same, “By the grace of the gods you are alright, I came as soon as I heard.” Nethis turned to Zanon as she dipped her head politely, “Greetings my Prince.” She could choke, but she decided further pettiness was not in her best interest.
Putting out fires is what Nethis is used to at this point of her life, and she is prepared to put out fires for the rest of her life. Dionysios of Thanasi has made it clear to his eldest daughter that she would be the glue that holds their family together, thus the protection of her siblings is her biggest job. Nethis loves all her siblings, very deeply, so anything that happens to them will be met with her own fists and venom. The helm of the Thanasi house was promised to Nethis at a very young age because in the last fifty years it was thought Ulla of Kotas and Dionysios would be able to procure a child – much less a male heir. Nethis was being prepared to be the sole Head of her house and each time a girl was born; she grew more and more determined that it would be her destiny to lead. Dionysios was teaching everything he knew to prepare his eldest daughter to become him, therefore no one should expect the eldest daughter of the Thanasi House to be anything less than dangerous. At twenty years of age, Nethis has become as sharp as the end of a spear, her intelligence and keen had already outmatched women her age. The only thing that has changed about Nethis was her seat as the head of her House, once Dysius was born everything would fall to him. Initially, there was a form of jealousy and rage once she realized what was promised was being taken away. In the wake of his daughter’s rage, Dionysios made it apparent to her that she did not need a seat of power to be powerful.
Dionysios told Nethis to protect her siblings because in the world that they live in the Thanasi House is distrusted and hated. Although, no one is willing to outwardly attack them, because of their bloody and sinister reputation. Anyone of the Thanasi House is a better ally than an enemy. Anyone who dares target a sibling of Nethis will witness wrath even the gods will place pity on. Many know this, at least the people of Colchis have a better idea of what the House of Thanasi represents. A lot of rumors in Colchis have been centered on the daughters of Dionysios… Nethis hears them quite frequently, initially, it was an irritant to be called a ‘Thanasi Witch’, but she found power in it. The people rumor her and her sisters as Witches because they fear exactly what they would do and who they are – much less than being witches. It is true that Nethis, Thea, and Evras partake in a ritualistic celebration of the god of wine, Dionysus, but a secret many are unaware of – Evras has only witnessed one ritual and decided it was not of her liking. For a while, the rumors of being witches have been only that until recently in Oreboea, when a body was discovered missing an organ.
Nethis laid comfortably on her Kline as she enjoyed the morning sun that rested on her pale skin. The young woman laid in her nude as she picked from a bowl that stored her grapes, grown from a vine outside of her quarters. The blue-eyed woman was enjoying her morning relaxation away from trouble, drama, and metaphorical fires. This was her time and her time alone, Nethis has strongly encouraged to be undisturbed at this time, though today was not going to be her day. The twenty-year-old was about to place a plump grape upon her tongue when she was interrupted by an abrupt knock on her door. Nethis hesitated for a second, though she resumed eating her grape, ignoring whatever present issue was standing behind her doors. It was until the second knock did the Lady roll her eyes in irritation, before rising out of her comfort state to answer the door still in her nude. Nethis opened the door with an irritated expression as she answered the young maid, “May the wrath of the gods strike you this morning, for whatever this is… better be of the utmost importance…”
The young maid tensed a little, the hesitation was clear in her voice at the curse streaming from the Lady’s mouth, though she handed her a missive, “This came from… a courier milady. He said it was urgent –" Nethis snatched the missive from the maid, “This ought to be of my patience,” Nethis as she took the time to read the letter, though as she furthered her eyes glared at the message with a sudden rage. Nethis said with her eyes still reading, “Awake Lord Mihail, then ready a carriage for we must venture to Oreboea at once.” Nethis then closed the door, turning her back against as she pressed her head against its material, “They will not prevail – not today. My sister will not burn a witch today or any day.” Nethis said, before quickly going to find some of her best garment to put on, “I will set aflame every man, woman, and child in every city before a single ember is felt upon my sister’s skin.”
After reading what was happening in Oreboea courtesy of an ally living among the masses, a mixture of worry and anger filled Nethis’s body like a drug. Thea was already in Oreboea for her sister’s sake, Evras’s pregnancy was serious as well as her survival. Nethis relaxed a little more knowing Evras had Thea with her, but now she was even more nervous that they both were in the middle of an investigation. Evras also has the protection of the Kotas House, given she is now Princess of Colchis and married to Zanon, but there are many who hate the Thanasis more than seeing them on any kind of throne. The only reason Kotas wasn’t sending Evras’s family towards a pike was that she is married to Zanon and he would not allow his pregnant wife to burn as a witch, at least not by the condemnation of rumors.
Their biggest rival has always been the House Kotas, Nethis despises them with every bone in her body and it started by the rejection of the eldest son, Vangelis of Kotas. Nethis of Thanasi is a striking woman, most men would bed her without hesitation, yet such a man of distinction and power refused her advances – afterward, Nethis was sure he was a lover of men. Although, the rivalry started way before Nethis and Vangelis, and the marriage between Evras and Zanon has only dampened the tensions of the two families. Hopefully, on this day and the days to come, the two Houses could work together to procure their futures.
Nethis left out of her room in a fury, dressed in a blood red peplos with her raven-black hair braided over her shoulders. A golden serpent bracelet coiled around her wrist and somewhat her arm as she grabbed the skirt of her peplos to walk down the stairs to meet her little brother, whom she met with a smile, “My little fídi,” Nethis said as she came to his side, placing a calm hand over his plush cheek, “You will be coming with your elder sister today, we are going to see Evras.” Nethis stuck out her hand for Mihail to grab onto, hopefully, are innocents would be enough to battle the derogatory claims of whores and witches. The two of them boarded the carriage, though Nethis carefully allowed Mihail to sit first before a servant helped the Lady into her own seating next to her brother. Nethis looked to Mihail with a smile as she spoke as smooth as silk, “I have a very important job for you, Mihail… Can you help your sister?” The eldest spoke as she gently turned his little chin towards her with a finger, before she lowered her head to share a gaze, “I need the people to know how good and special you are, it is very important that you do so… Do not leave my side or any of your sisters’ side.” Nethis continued, “It is important that you are unafraid. You are a Thanasi and we fear nothing, nor do we bend to the will of mortal men – understand my little fídi?”.
~~An hour later~~
Nethis found the crowds of people, as soon as they arrived, she could see the eyes of distrust and persecution as they focused on her. They all knew who they were, Thanasi. Nethis held Mihail’s little hand tightly as she led forward, her guards protecting the two of them against anyone who would dare to advance them. Luckily, no one was that foolish. Nethis continued to make her way through the crowd, though she stopped after overhearing someone speaking unflattering of her sisters in her presence. Nethis turned to the little boy, a familiar child, she had seen once before – Timaeus of Valaoritis. Nethis stopped guards as she spoke, “Stop, make way for me towards that boy.” A point needed to be made for the people were beginning to act unruly and disrespectful in the presence of Nobility. As soon as Nethis was near the child, Nethis addressed him accordingly, “You will not speak ill of my House, nor my sisters for it would be of distaste and an embarrassment of your House… You all speak of certainty, when all you know is rumors and whispers – until the gods have spoken, you shall not.” Nethis said with cold eyes, before having her gods push forward to find her sisters.
It wasn’t long before Nethis spotted Evras, whom she quickly came to her side as she looked at Zanon shortly, before embracing her sister, expecting little Mihail to do the same, “By the grace of the gods you are alright, I came as soon as I heard.” Nethis turned to Zanon as she dipped her head politely, “Greetings my Prince.” She could choke, but she decided further pettiness was not in her best interest.
Mihail did not quite understand what was going on.
He had been deep in his dreams. They had not been good dreams: he had found himself terrified. It had been a blur of events; random points he was not sure he could piece together. There had been witches involved - though that was a common occurrence in his nightmares when he heard the word thrown around his sisters and family so often - and they had chased him endlessly until, eventually, they'd caught up to him, grabbed him, accused him of something he knew he'd never done. Mihail didn't know what had happened next until he'd been trapped in some dark and damp chamber, and he'd been itching, scratching so hard at his face and skin that he was sure there had to be something there. But then the room had transformed into an outdoor scene, and he had suddenly found himself in a dark forest, at the edge of a pool of water covered in bright green scum, and, when he stared into the water, his body had been covered in dark spots. He had only leaned in further and further, trying to get a better look at himself, but he had slipped, fallen in, and he was drowning again, choking and spluttering like he had half a lifetime ago. Evras had been there, he had seen her face through the cold water as he'd been falling, but there'd felt a frog in his throat as he'd attempted to shout out.
He was fortunate, then, that his eldest sister had sent the maid to his chambers to wake him from his slumber. She had knocked on the door tentatively, slipped into the room and called out to the child in his sleep, and it had been enough to wake him. His face had been streaked in sweat, long black curls falling tangled around his shoulders, brown eyes wide with the leftover fear one still experiences after such dreams. Mihail may well have been deemed an adult in the eyes of the court, but he was only twelve, and the storylines of his less than jovial nighttime fantasies still held immense power over him.
Still, he had dressed in the crimson chiton the maid had set out for him, clasped it with the viper-shaped pin his eldest sister had long since gifted him, and gone downstairs to meet that same woman. The black tresses which hung down his best - now cropped, so they only hung a small ways past his shoulders and not quite to his waist - had been tamed and tidied, and he looked a neat little lord. Most would have been hard-pressed to identify him for his correct age or sex, but Mihail did not mind so when he was in the company of Nethis, for few tended to speak out against him in her fearsome presence.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, taking Nethis's hand happily, though his face was contorted into obvious concern for the cause of their visit. He didn't mind holding her hand. Dysius once told him it made him look like a baby, but Mihail had suspected that was only out of jealousy that he had built such an angry and isolated reputation for himself already that he couldn't show any kindness whatsoever towards their sisters.
Mihail climbed into the carriage as Nethis let him, pouted as she turned his head to face her. No one ever told him anything. Of course he could show everyone that he was all those things Nethis said and more, but he wanted to know why. "What's going on?" he demanded, sure that something big had to be the matter if she was making such a big fuss about it all. "I understand. I am a Thanasi. But...but why would I be scared? What's happening, Neth?"
~
It was a long ride. Mihail was reasonably sure he could have gone back to sleep in the time it took them to arrive, but he had sat up and alert for the entire journey because he wanted to prove to his sister what a proper Thanasi he was. He let his sister grip his hand so tightly he was sure his knuckles were turning white. People were whispering about witches and his family and a body or something like that, and he wasn't really sure he wanted to be here. But he had already promised Nethis that he was just the grown-up his age claimed him to be, and his face stayed strong and stoic and as harsh as he could keep it, even as she pulled him across to a boy his age who seemed very adamant that his sisters were witches.
Mihail knew this boy. All the times he had been dragged to court with his older siblings in the last six months, it seemed the world was intent on shoving the pair of them together solely for their age. They had met before, too, a few years back, and they had not gotten on well then either. Even without hearing the accusations about his sisters, he knew he did not like the other - Timaeus, or something dumb like that - and his eyes narrowed with all the anger his young self could muster just to look at the boy.
"Maybe if you spent less time making stupid things up, girls would already like you," he informed the other child, resisting for a moment as Nethis clearly intended to pull him away. "My sister says that girls don't like it when boys lie to them."
He smirked as though proud of his words, then rushed back to find his sisters once more as his eldest seemed to finally find Evras in the crowd of people. "Sister!" he called out to her in evident excitement, wrapping his arms around the young woman as soon as Nethis loosened her embrace. He hadn't seen her in a while, and he was more than excited to see her, even if he didn't care for her husband all too much and only offered him the vaguest of polite nods, the sort of rudeness only a child could really get away with. "I missed you."
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Mihail did not quite understand what was going on.
He had been deep in his dreams. They had not been good dreams: he had found himself terrified. It had been a blur of events; random points he was not sure he could piece together. There had been witches involved - though that was a common occurrence in his nightmares when he heard the word thrown around his sisters and family so often - and they had chased him endlessly until, eventually, they'd caught up to him, grabbed him, accused him of something he knew he'd never done. Mihail didn't know what had happened next until he'd been trapped in some dark and damp chamber, and he'd been itching, scratching so hard at his face and skin that he was sure there had to be something there. But then the room had transformed into an outdoor scene, and he had suddenly found himself in a dark forest, at the edge of a pool of water covered in bright green scum, and, when he stared into the water, his body had been covered in dark spots. He had only leaned in further and further, trying to get a better look at himself, but he had slipped, fallen in, and he was drowning again, choking and spluttering like he had half a lifetime ago. Evras had been there, he had seen her face through the cold water as he'd been falling, but there'd felt a frog in his throat as he'd attempted to shout out.
He was fortunate, then, that his eldest sister had sent the maid to his chambers to wake him from his slumber. She had knocked on the door tentatively, slipped into the room and called out to the child in his sleep, and it had been enough to wake him. His face had been streaked in sweat, long black curls falling tangled around his shoulders, brown eyes wide with the leftover fear one still experiences after such dreams. Mihail may well have been deemed an adult in the eyes of the court, but he was only twelve, and the storylines of his less than jovial nighttime fantasies still held immense power over him.
Still, he had dressed in the crimson chiton the maid had set out for him, clasped it with the viper-shaped pin his eldest sister had long since gifted him, and gone downstairs to meet that same woman. The black tresses which hung down his best - now cropped, so they only hung a small ways past his shoulders and not quite to his waist - had been tamed and tidied, and he looked a neat little lord. Most would have been hard-pressed to identify him for his correct age or sex, but Mihail did not mind so when he was in the company of Nethis, for few tended to speak out against him in her fearsome presence.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, taking Nethis's hand happily, though his face was contorted into obvious concern for the cause of their visit. He didn't mind holding her hand. Dysius once told him it made him look like a baby, but Mihail had suspected that was only out of jealousy that he had built such an angry and isolated reputation for himself already that he couldn't show any kindness whatsoever towards their sisters.
Mihail climbed into the carriage as Nethis let him, pouted as she turned his head to face her. No one ever told him anything. Of course he could show everyone that he was all those things Nethis said and more, but he wanted to know why. "What's going on?" he demanded, sure that something big had to be the matter if she was making such a big fuss about it all. "I understand. I am a Thanasi. But...but why would I be scared? What's happening, Neth?"
~
It was a long ride. Mihail was reasonably sure he could have gone back to sleep in the time it took them to arrive, but he had sat up and alert for the entire journey because he wanted to prove to his sister what a proper Thanasi he was. He let his sister grip his hand so tightly he was sure his knuckles were turning white. People were whispering about witches and his family and a body or something like that, and he wasn't really sure he wanted to be here. But he had already promised Nethis that he was just the grown-up his age claimed him to be, and his face stayed strong and stoic and as harsh as he could keep it, even as she pulled him across to a boy his age who seemed very adamant that his sisters were witches.
Mihail knew this boy. All the times he had been dragged to court with his older siblings in the last six months, it seemed the world was intent on shoving the pair of them together solely for their age. They had met before, too, a few years back, and they had not gotten on well then either. Even without hearing the accusations about his sisters, he knew he did not like the other - Timaeus, or something dumb like that - and his eyes narrowed with all the anger his young self could muster just to look at the boy.
"Maybe if you spent less time making stupid things up, girls would already like you," he informed the other child, resisting for a moment as Nethis clearly intended to pull him away. "My sister says that girls don't like it when boys lie to them."
He smirked as though proud of his words, then rushed back to find his sisters once more as his eldest seemed to finally find Evras in the crowd of people. "Sister!" he called out to her in evident excitement, wrapping his arms around the young woman as soon as Nethis loosened her embrace. He hadn't seen her in a while, and he was more than excited to see her, even if he didn't care for her husband all too much and only offered him the vaguest of polite nods, the sort of rudeness only a child could really get away with. "I missed you."
Mihail did not quite understand what was going on.
He had been deep in his dreams. They had not been good dreams: he had found himself terrified. It had been a blur of events; random points he was not sure he could piece together. There had been witches involved - though that was a common occurrence in his nightmares when he heard the word thrown around his sisters and family so often - and they had chased him endlessly until, eventually, they'd caught up to him, grabbed him, accused him of something he knew he'd never done. Mihail didn't know what had happened next until he'd been trapped in some dark and damp chamber, and he'd been itching, scratching so hard at his face and skin that he was sure there had to be something there. But then the room had transformed into an outdoor scene, and he had suddenly found himself in a dark forest, at the edge of a pool of water covered in bright green scum, and, when he stared into the water, his body had been covered in dark spots. He had only leaned in further and further, trying to get a better look at himself, but he had slipped, fallen in, and he was drowning again, choking and spluttering like he had half a lifetime ago. Evras had been there, he had seen her face through the cold water as he'd been falling, but there'd felt a frog in his throat as he'd attempted to shout out.
He was fortunate, then, that his eldest sister had sent the maid to his chambers to wake him from his slumber. She had knocked on the door tentatively, slipped into the room and called out to the child in his sleep, and it had been enough to wake him. His face had been streaked in sweat, long black curls falling tangled around his shoulders, brown eyes wide with the leftover fear one still experiences after such dreams. Mihail may well have been deemed an adult in the eyes of the court, but he was only twelve, and the storylines of his less than jovial nighttime fantasies still held immense power over him.
Still, he had dressed in the crimson chiton the maid had set out for him, clasped it with the viper-shaped pin his eldest sister had long since gifted him, and gone downstairs to meet that same woman. The black tresses which hung down his best - now cropped, so they only hung a small ways past his shoulders and not quite to his waist - had been tamed and tidied, and he looked a neat little lord. Most would have been hard-pressed to identify him for his correct age or sex, but Mihail did not mind so when he was in the company of Nethis, for few tended to speak out against him in her fearsome presence.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, taking Nethis's hand happily, though his face was contorted into obvious concern for the cause of their visit. He didn't mind holding her hand. Dysius once told him it made him look like a baby, but Mihail had suspected that was only out of jealousy that he had built such an angry and isolated reputation for himself already that he couldn't show any kindness whatsoever towards their sisters.
Mihail climbed into the carriage as Nethis let him, pouted as she turned his head to face her. No one ever told him anything. Of course he could show everyone that he was all those things Nethis said and more, but he wanted to know why. "What's going on?" he demanded, sure that something big had to be the matter if she was making such a big fuss about it all. "I understand. I am a Thanasi. But...but why would I be scared? What's happening, Neth?"
~
It was a long ride. Mihail was reasonably sure he could have gone back to sleep in the time it took them to arrive, but he had sat up and alert for the entire journey because he wanted to prove to his sister what a proper Thanasi he was. He let his sister grip his hand so tightly he was sure his knuckles were turning white. People were whispering about witches and his family and a body or something like that, and he wasn't really sure he wanted to be here. But he had already promised Nethis that he was just the grown-up his age claimed him to be, and his face stayed strong and stoic and as harsh as he could keep it, even as she pulled him across to a boy his age who seemed very adamant that his sisters were witches.
Mihail knew this boy. All the times he had been dragged to court with his older siblings in the last six months, it seemed the world was intent on shoving the pair of them together solely for their age. They had met before, too, a few years back, and they had not gotten on well then either. Even without hearing the accusations about his sisters, he knew he did not like the other - Timaeus, or something dumb like that - and his eyes narrowed with all the anger his young self could muster just to look at the boy.
"Maybe if you spent less time making stupid things up, girls would already like you," he informed the other child, resisting for a moment as Nethis clearly intended to pull him away. "My sister says that girls don't like it when boys lie to them."
He smirked as though proud of his words, then rushed back to find his sisters once more as his eldest seemed to finally find Evras in the crowd of people. "Sister!" he called out to her in evident excitement, wrapping his arms around the young woman as soon as Nethis loosened her embrace. He hadn't seen her in a while, and he was more than excited to see her, even if he didn't care for her husband all too much and only offered him the vaguest of polite nods, the sort of rudeness only a child could really get away with. "I missed you."
The Alistaire's, while far from the capitol, had always been loyal to the royal family. Her father made it a point to always attend whenever it was an occasion of the royal family of their members, and the birth of the very first heir to the crown next meant that Proteus of Alistaire was not about to leave it all to chance. Despite young Calix being only four and full of energy, he instrcted for his family to be bundled into a carriage, and astride a horse himself, the Alistaire's soon made their way to Oroboea, a trip that would take a few days at best.
Not that Zenais minded. Being on the crux of being introduced to her first court session, Zenais had already started attending a few less formal, smaller occasions as she hung on the skirts of her mother, and her father had praised her consistently. It would seem as if Zenais of Alistaire was growing up to be a great beauty, and Proteus was proud as punch each time he introduced his eldest daughter.
This occasion would be the first Zenais would ever meet a royal family, and while her father doubted anyone but the second prince and his newly wedded and pregnant bride would be there, Effie had wasted no chance in dressing Zenais up. She had placed her daughter's beautifully luxurious brunette locks in curls the night before, and they now fell in shiny curls around her shoulders, held up by some flowers over her left ear. Effie had selected a maroon chiton that fell to her knees, the color setting off her blue irises in a shade that Effie had called 'just right'... whatever that meant.
For the young fourteen year old, she was simply eager to see more of her home kingdom. A Colchian child through and through, Zenais had always wanted to travel beyond the borders of Lyncaea, but her father had been kept busy and rarely could bring her out. His visits to the capitol were done alone, although Proteus had promised he would bring Zenais later as she grew older.
This would be her first glance of the Oroboea province, and her blue eyes sparkled with eager excitement even as they arrived, but to her surprise, her father pulled up before they had even arrived at the manor that would belong to the second prince of Colchis. Proteus had told her they were to make a quick call to Prince Zanon and his wife, leave their gifts, remain in the province for a few days to visit, and then return home... so why were they stopping when they have not arrived?
Curious, Zenais peeked out of the carriage window, careful not to disturb her mother and the sleeping Calix on Effie's lap, seeing as Proteus dismounted near a knot of growing people around something Zenais could not make out at such a distance. "Father?" Zenais called out, hearing whispers of death and blood, witches and suspicions, yet not able to make sense of much.
"Stay here Zenais. Make sure your mother and Calix are undisturbed." Proteus's smile was kindly as he started towards the knot of people. Allowing her curiosity to get the better of her though, Zenais exited the carriage, managing to close it just as a voice calling her name floated to her audibles.
Sharp as a rope, she turned on her heels to place fingers on her lips in a gesture to pipe down, before she recognized Timaeus running up. The young man was one she recognized from a few events they had attended together, and Effie had even encouraged Zenais to have more conversations with the young man. He was cute, for the fourteen year old at least, but Zenais was too young yet to make out anything of serious note, and merely took the young man as a friend. "Hush Timaeus. Mother and Calix are asleep." she murmured as he started chattering.
Grabbing his wrist, the brunette picked up her maroon material and dragged him a distance away from the stopped carriage so his voice would not disturb its sleeping inhabitants, before dropping her grip and turning back to face him. "No, I have no. What do the Thanasi's and witches have to do with anything?" she murmured, curiosity abound. She knew of the Thanasi's, but young as she was and staying so far away from the capitol in a small province, Zenais hardly heard rumors and gossip, especially when she was not yet privy to such news until she properly turned fifteen.
Before a reply could come to sate her confused mind however, Zenais jumped a little when a sudden sharp voice addressed them. She turned, blue eyes blinking in surprise when another child appeared close to their age, yet his eyes looked for all as if he was happy. Instead, something about his demeanour made Zenais take a step back, and then blinked when he left. "Who would that be?" Zenais turned, perplexed.
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The Alistaire's, while far from the capitol, had always been loyal to the royal family. Her father made it a point to always attend whenever it was an occasion of the royal family of their members, and the birth of the very first heir to the crown next meant that Proteus of Alistaire was not about to leave it all to chance. Despite young Calix being only four and full of energy, he instrcted for his family to be bundled into a carriage, and astride a horse himself, the Alistaire's soon made their way to Oroboea, a trip that would take a few days at best.
Not that Zenais minded. Being on the crux of being introduced to her first court session, Zenais had already started attending a few less formal, smaller occasions as she hung on the skirts of her mother, and her father had praised her consistently. It would seem as if Zenais of Alistaire was growing up to be a great beauty, and Proteus was proud as punch each time he introduced his eldest daughter.
This occasion would be the first Zenais would ever meet a royal family, and while her father doubted anyone but the second prince and his newly wedded and pregnant bride would be there, Effie had wasted no chance in dressing Zenais up. She had placed her daughter's beautifully luxurious brunette locks in curls the night before, and they now fell in shiny curls around her shoulders, held up by some flowers over her left ear. Effie had selected a maroon chiton that fell to her knees, the color setting off her blue irises in a shade that Effie had called 'just right'... whatever that meant.
For the young fourteen year old, she was simply eager to see more of her home kingdom. A Colchian child through and through, Zenais had always wanted to travel beyond the borders of Lyncaea, but her father had been kept busy and rarely could bring her out. His visits to the capitol were done alone, although Proteus had promised he would bring Zenais later as she grew older.
This would be her first glance of the Oroboea province, and her blue eyes sparkled with eager excitement even as they arrived, but to her surprise, her father pulled up before they had even arrived at the manor that would belong to the second prince of Colchis. Proteus had told her they were to make a quick call to Prince Zanon and his wife, leave their gifts, remain in the province for a few days to visit, and then return home... so why were they stopping when they have not arrived?
Curious, Zenais peeked out of the carriage window, careful not to disturb her mother and the sleeping Calix on Effie's lap, seeing as Proteus dismounted near a knot of growing people around something Zenais could not make out at such a distance. "Father?" Zenais called out, hearing whispers of death and blood, witches and suspicions, yet not able to make sense of much.
"Stay here Zenais. Make sure your mother and Calix are undisturbed." Proteus's smile was kindly as he started towards the knot of people. Allowing her curiosity to get the better of her though, Zenais exited the carriage, managing to close it just as a voice calling her name floated to her audibles.
Sharp as a rope, she turned on her heels to place fingers on her lips in a gesture to pipe down, before she recognized Timaeus running up. The young man was one she recognized from a few events they had attended together, and Effie had even encouraged Zenais to have more conversations with the young man. He was cute, for the fourteen year old at least, but Zenais was too young yet to make out anything of serious note, and merely took the young man as a friend. "Hush Timaeus. Mother and Calix are asleep." she murmured as he started chattering.
Grabbing his wrist, the brunette picked up her maroon material and dragged him a distance away from the stopped carriage so his voice would not disturb its sleeping inhabitants, before dropping her grip and turning back to face him. "No, I have no. What do the Thanasi's and witches have to do with anything?" she murmured, curiosity abound. She knew of the Thanasi's, but young as she was and staying so far away from the capitol in a small province, Zenais hardly heard rumors and gossip, especially when she was not yet privy to such news until she properly turned fifteen.
Before a reply could come to sate her confused mind however, Zenais jumped a little when a sudden sharp voice addressed them. She turned, blue eyes blinking in surprise when another child appeared close to their age, yet his eyes looked for all as if he was happy. Instead, something about his demeanour made Zenais take a step back, and then blinked when he left. "Who would that be?" Zenais turned, perplexed.
The Alistaire's, while far from the capitol, had always been loyal to the royal family. Her father made it a point to always attend whenever it was an occasion of the royal family of their members, and the birth of the very first heir to the crown next meant that Proteus of Alistaire was not about to leave it all to chance. Despite young Calix being only four and full of energy, he instrcted for his family to be bundled into a carriage, and astride a horse himself, the Alistaire's soon made their way to Oroboea, a trip that would take a few days at best.
Not that Zenais minded. Being on the crux of being introduced to her first court session, Zenais had already started attending a few less formal, smaller occasions as she hung on the skirts of her mother, and her father had praised her consistently. It would seem as if Zenais of Alistaire was growing up to be a great beauty, and Proteus was proud as punch each time he introduced his eldest daughter.
This occasion would be the first Zenais would ever meet a royal family, and while her father doubted anyone but the second prince and his newly wedded and pregnant bride would be there, Effie had wasted no chance in dressing Zenais up. She had placed her daughter's beautifully luxurious brunette locks in curls the night before, and they now fell in shiny curls around her shoulders, held up by some flowers over her left ear. Effie had selected a maroon chiton that fell to her knees, the color setting off her blue irises in a shade that Effie had called 'just right'... whatever that meant.
For the young fourteen year old, she was simply eager to see more of her home kingdom. A Colchian child through and through, Zenais had always wanted to travel beyond the borders of Lyncaea, but her father had been kept busy and rarely could bring her out. His visits to the capitol were done alone, although Proteus had promised he would bring Zenais later as she grew older.
This would be her first glance of the Oroboea province, and her blue eyes sparkled with eager excitement even as they arrived, but to her surprise, her father pulled up before they had even arrived at the manor that would belong to the second prince of Colchis. Proteus had told her they were to make a quick call to Prince Zanon and his wife, leave their gifts, remain in the province for a few days to visit, and then return home... so why were they stopping when they have not arrived?
Curious, Zenais peeked out of the carriage window, careful not to disturb her mother and the sleeping Calix on Effie's lap, seeing as Proteus dismounted near a knot of growing people around something Zenais could not make out at such a distance. "Father?" Zenais called out, hearing whispers of death and blood, witches and suspicions, yet not able to make sense of much.
"Stay here Zenais. Make sure your mother and Calix are undisturbed." Proteus's smile was kindly as he started towards the knot of people. Allowing her curiosity to get the better of her though, Zenais exited the carriage, managing to close it just as a voice calling her name floated to her audibles.
Sharp as a rope, she turned on her heels to place fingers on her lips in a gesture to pipe down, before she recognized Timaeus running up. The young man was one she recognized from a few events they had attended together, and Effie had even encouraged Zenais to have more conversations with the young man. He was cute, for the fourteen year old at least, but Zenais was too young yet to make out anything of serious note, and merely took the young man as a friend. "Hush Timaeus. Mother and Calix are asleep." she murmured as he started chattering.
Grabbing his wrist, the brunette picked up her maroon material and dragged him a distance away from the stopped carriage so his voice would not disturb its sleeping inhabitants, before dropping her grip and turning back to face him. "No, I have no. What do the Thanasi's and witches have to do with anything?" she murmured, curiosity abound. She knew of the Thanasi's, but young as she was and staying so far away from the capitol in a small province, Zenais hardly heard rumors and gossip, especially when she was not yet privy to such news until she properly turned fifteen.
Before a reply could come to sate her confused mind however, Zenais jumped a little when a sudden sharp voice addressed them. She turned, blue eyes blinking in surprise when another child appeared close to their age, yet his eyes looked for all as if he was happy. Instead, something about his demeanour made Zenais take a step back, and then blinked when he left. "Who would that be?" Zenais turned, perplexed.
The longer she spent scanning the crowd for a familiar face, the more anxiety grew in Evras, for that was the fact - she did not have much familiar faces in a place that had always been predominantly of a Kotas rule. It was no secret that the relationship between Kotas and Thanasi was no love lost, and a marriage between the two had been a surprise to both their families and the general populace of Midas. But just because the second prince now had a Thanasi born female as a wife, did not mean the whispers died down much.
Her lips tightened, biting at the bottom one until the face of her second sister drifted into view, a visage that was like a balm to burned skin. Thea always was a calming presence to the youngest Thanasi, way before Zanon had even became a fixture in her life. When she had been the youngest, before the birth of Dysius, Thea had been the one to shield Evras from the whispers of others as Nethis fought back, and growing up, her second sister was akin to a shield in front of her.
As much as she wanted to go up to her sister however, a quick glance at her husband was enough to remind Evras that should she leave, it would simply look even worst for her. Not to mention, her large and growing stomach meant that she could walk at a waddle at best, and at a speed that a ten year old child could easily outmatch. Meaning Evras had no hope of escaping an angry mob too eager to pin the happenings of a dead body on their easiest target - which at the moment, seemed to be her.
Whispers of 'witch' and 'gruesome' still flew, with more sharp eyes shooting accusatory arrows in her direction, causing Evras to curl more and more into herself until a familiar voice made her look up in surprise.
The features of her eldest sister brought a smile to Evras's face. Nethis ruled their household with an iron fist, which meant the dark haired girl had always viewed her eldest sibling with a healthy mix of fear and respect, but whatever it was, the girl knew she would always be safe whenever her sister was around. A little of the tightness in her shoulder loosened as she untangled her fingers from her husband's arm, and returned her sister's embrace, exhaling a breathe she did not even know she was holding, before turning to greet her youngest sibling with a happy laugh.
Letting her eldest greet and exchange niceties with her husband, instead, Evras bent a little to accomodate for her rounded middle as she embraced Mihail as well, before giving him a knowing look. She knew there was no love from Mihail to her husband, but it was a scold she would save for another day. Instead, she merely tapped the tip of his nose with her finger and asked teasingly. "And I've missed you. Have you been well? Not causing trouble for Nethis, I hope." She had not been home for months now, something she was still getting used to after a lifetime of calling the Thanasi manor home, and she had missed her siblings being at an arm's length. "Have you seen Thea?"
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The longer she spent scanning the crowd for a familiar face, the more anxiety grew in Evras, for that was the fact - she did not have much familiar faces in a place that had always been predominantly of a Kotas rule. It was no secret that the relationship between Kotas and Thanasi was no love lost, and a marriage between the two had been a surprise to both their families and the general populace of Midas. But just because the second prince now had a Thanasi born female as a wife, did not mean the whispers died down much.
Her lips tightened, biting at the bottom one until the face of her second sister drifted into view, a visage that was like a balm to burned skin. Thea always was a calming presence to the youngest Thanasi, way before Zanon had even became a fixture in her life. When she had been the youngest, before the birth of Dysius, Thea had been the one to shield Evras from the whispers of others as Nethis fought back, and growing up, her second sister was akin to a shield in front of her.
As much as she wanted to go up to her sister however, a quick glance at her husband was enough to remind Evras that should she leave, it would simply look even worst for her. Not to mention, her large and growing stomach meant that she could walk at a waddle at best, and at a speed that a ten year old child could easily outmatch. Meaning Evras had no hope of escaping an angry mob too eager to pin the happenings of a dead body on their easiest target - which at the moment, seemed to be her.
Whispers of 'witch' and 'gruesome' still flew, with more sharp eyes shooting accusatory arrows in her direction, causing Evras to curl more and more into herself until a familiar voice made her look up in surprise.
The features of her eldest sister brought a smile to Evras's face. Nethis ruled their household with an iron fist, which meant the dark haired girl had always viewed her eldest sibling with a healthy mix of fear and respect, but whatever it was, the girl knew she would always be safe whenever her sister was around. A little of the tightness in her shoulder loosened as she untangled her fingers from her husband's arm, and returned her sister's embrace, exhaling a breathe she did not even know she was holding, before turning to greet her youngest sibling with a happy laugh.
Letting her eldest greet and exchange niceties with her husband, instead, Evras bent a little to accomodate for her rounded middle as she embraced Mihail as well, before giving him a knowing look. She knew there was no love from Mihail to her husband, but it was a scold she would save for another day. Instead, she merely tapped the tip of his nose with her finger and asked teasingly. "And I've missed you. Have you been well? Not causing trouble for Nethis, I hope." She had not been home for months now, something she was still getting used to after a lifetime of calling the Thanasi manor home, and she had missed her siblings being at an arm's length. "Have you seen Thea?"
The longer she spent scanning the crowd for a familiar face, the more anxiety grew in Evras, for that was the fact - she did not have much familiar faces in a place that had always been predominantly of a Kotas rule. It was no secret that the relationship between Kotas and Thanasi was no love lost, and a marriage between the two had been a surprise to both their families and the general populace of Midas. But just because the second prince now had a Thanasi born female as a wife, did not mean the whispers died down much.
Her lips tightened, biting at the bottom one until the face of her second sister drifted into view, a visage that was like a balm to burned skin. Thea always was a calming presence to the youngest Thanasi, way before Zanon had even became a fixture in her life. When she had been the youngest, before the birth of Dysius, Thea had been the one to shield Evras from the whispers of others as Nethis fought back, and growing up, her second sister was akin to a shield in front of her.
As much as she wanted to go up to her sister however, a quick glance at her husband was enough to remind Evras that should she leave, it would simply look even worst for her. Not to mention, her large and growing stomach meant that she could walk at a waddle at best, and at a speed that a ten year old child could easily outmatch. Meaning Evras had no hope of escaping an angry mob too eager to pin the happenings of a dead body on their easiest target - which at the moment, seemed to be her.
Whispers of 'witch' and 'gruesome' still flew, with more sharp eyes shooting accusatory arrows in her direction, causing Evras to curl more and more into herself until a familiar voice made her look up in surprise.
The features of her eldest sister brought a smile to Evras's face. Nethis ruled their household with an iron fist, which meant the dark haired girl had always viewed her eldest sibling with a healthy mix of fear and respect, but whatever it was, the girl knew she would always be safe whenever her sister was around. A little of the tightness in her shoulder loosened as she untangled her fingers from her husband's arm, and returned her sister's embrace, exhaling a breathe she did not even know she was holding, before turning to greet her youngest sibling with a happy laugh.
Letting her eldest greet and exchange niceties with her husband, instead, Evras bent a little to accomodate for her rounded middle as she embraced Mihail as well, before giving him a knowing look. She knew there was no love from Mihail to her husband, but it was a scold she would save for another day. Instead, she merely tapped the tip of his nose with her finger and asked teasingly. "And I've missed you. Have you been well? Not causing trouble for Nethis, I hope." She had not been home for months now, something she was still getting used to after a lifetime of calling the Thanasi manor home, and she had missed her siblings being at an arm's length. "Have you seen Thea?"
Thea, in the presence of her guard and her handmaiden, stood quietly for some time before her eyes noted the approach of Nethis and Mihail to the small crowd, watching through the gaps in the crowd. The murmurs near her seemed to swell at their arrival.
The gall of them to return to the scene of the crime....sickening...and to show no remorse....look at them....does the Prince know?....filthy witches...
Over the years, particularly after her first few years of hearing the whispers in court, Thea had built a placid countenance to betray most emotions that lay beneath the surface, despite how deep the cuts were. Yes, they had been accused of dark acts, but none so dark as murder - particularly in such a brutal manner. Before such a thing, Thea suspected that the acts that she and Nethis took part in beneath the moonlight, clad in naught more than sheer cloth and ivy, deep within their worship of Dionysus, would be their eventual downfall. Honest yet misunderstood actions, not something nefarious as this.
There were two priestesses of the Cypress Sisterhood - Thea was aware of their adornments - and a dog that investigated the crime. For, despite what truth may remain behind this, it would forever be seen as such - a crime.
For every crime, there were two parties - the victim and the criminal.
Uneasiness seemed to fill Thea's throat from stomach to tongue. The name Thanasi could not stave off fear and uncertainty on all accounts, particularly with words of condemnation being thrown across that very name. So far, she had gone unnoticed, her hood still pinned to the crown of her head, with her hair coiled around in a series of loose braids, several damp curls clinging to her temples and forehead from her walk by sunrise. If she wished, she could remain like this and perhaps leave the scene, stepping away from the harsh words and accusations. However, in addition to Nethis calling her on such cowardice, Thea is not certain she could have lived such a thing down, leaving her dearest Evras to the wolves like this.
Taking a breath, only noticing the slightest falter in it, she glanced to her guard and gestured for them to round the crowd towards her sisters, taking a moment to place a hand on Nethis arm just as Evras asked her question. That hand then moved to settle on Mihail's shoulder, with a quiet squeeze of greeting.
"I am here," Thea said, her voice low and soft as she curtsied deeply to Evras and Prince Zanon, her steady eyes watching his reaction. There was tension between their families, no doubt, but above all else, Thea hoped that if he held any sort of likeness to others of his family, he would not let this circumstance rise out of hand. Certainly, he had heard the words surrounding them. If the young loved Evras as much as he did claim, he would stop such slander against her. Her eyes almost held that as a quiet challenge before glancing around to the crowd, the murmur now rising in pitch.
They were cursed for standing together with their own. They were damned if they were within the city and not present. They were despicable if they let Evras go through this alone, particularly in her state.
"You should not be here in your state, Your Highness," Thea stated quietly, tilting her head ever so slightly towards Evras' burgeoning belly, then back at the increasingly restless crowd. Though her eyes were unblinking, they betrayed her uneasiness with her heavily pregnant sister being among such ruckus.
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Thea, in the presence of her guard and her handmaiden, stood quietly for some time before her eyes noted the approach of Nethis and Mihail to the small crowd, watching through the gaps in the crowd. The murmurs near her seemed to swell at their arrival.
The gall of them to return to the scene of the crime....sickening...and to show no remorse....look at them....does the Prince know?....filthy witches...
Over the years, particularly after her first few years of hearing the whispers in court, Thea had built a placid countenance to betray most emotions that lay beneath the surface, despite how deep the cuts were. Yes, they had been accused of dark acts, but none so dark as murder - particularly in such a brutal manner. Before such a thing, Thea suspected that the acts that she and Nethis took part in beneath the moonlight, clad in naught more than sheer cloth and ivy, deep within their worship of Dionysus, would be their eventual downfall. Honest yet misunderstood actions, not something nefarious as this.
There were two priestesses of the Cypress Sisterhood - Thea was aware of their adornments - and a dog that investigated the crime. For, despite what truth may remain behind this, it would forever be seen as such - a crime.
For every crime, there were two parties - the victim and the criminal.
Uneasiness seemed to fill Thea's throat from stomach to tongue. The name Thanasi could not stave off fear and uncertainty on all accounts, particularly with words of condemnation being thrown across that very name. So far, she had gone unnoticed, her hood still pinned to the crown of her head, with her hair coiled around in a series of loose braids, several damp curls clinging to her temples and forehead from her walk by sunrise. If she wished, she could remain like this and perhaps leave the scene, stepping away from the harsh words and accusations. However, in addition to Nethis calling her on such cowardice, Thea is not certain she could have lived such a thing down, leaving her dearest Evras to the wolves like this.
Taking a breath, only noticing the slightest falter in it, she glanced to her guard and gestured for them to round the crowd towards her sisters, taking a moment to place a hand on Nethis arm just as Evras asked her question. That hand then moved to settle on Mihail's shoulder, with a quiet squeeze of greeting.
"I am here," Thea said, her voice low and soft as she curtsied deeply to Evras and Prince Zanon, her steady eyes watching his reaction. There was tension between their families, no doubt, but above all else, Thea hoped that if he held any sort of likeness to others of his family, he would not let this circumstance rise out of hand. Certainly, he had heard the words surrounding them. If the young loved Evras as much as he did claim, he would stop such slander against her. Her eyes almost held that as a quiet challenge before glancing around to the crowd, the murmur now rising in pitch.
They were cursed for standing together with their own. They were damned if they were within the city and not present. They were despicable if they let Evras go through this alone, particularly in her state.
"You should not be here in your state, Your Highness," Thea stated quietly, tilting her head ever so slightly towards Evras' burgeoning belly, then back at the increasingly restless crowd. Though her eyes were unblinking, they betrayed her uneasiness with her heavily pregnant sister being among such ruckus.
Thea, in the presence of her guard and her handmaiden, stood quietly for some time before her eyes noted the approach of Nethis and Mihail to the small crowd, watching through the gaps in the crowd. The murmurs near her seemed to swell at their arrival.
The gall of them to return to the scene of the crime....sickening...and to show no remorse....look at them....does the Prince know?....filthy witches...
Over the years, particularly after her first few years of hearing the whispers in court, Thea had built a placid countenance to betray most emotions that lay beneath the surface, despite how deep the cuts were. Yes, they had been accused of dark acts, but none so dark as murder - particularly in such a brutal manner. Before such a thing, Thea suspected that the acts that she and Nethis took part in beneath the moonlight, clad in naught more than sheer cloth and ivy, deep within their worship of Dionysus, would be their eventual downfall. Honest yet misunderstood actions, not something nefarious as this.
There were two priestesses of the Cypress Sisterhood - Thea was aware of their adornments - and a dog that investigated the crime. For, despite what truth may remain behind this, it would forever be seen as such - a crime.
For every crime, there were two parties - the victim and the criminal.
Uneasiness seemed to fill Thea's throat from stomach to tongue. The name Thanasi could not stave off fear and uncertainty on all accounts, particularly with words of condemnation being thrown across that very name. So far, she had gone unnoticed, her hood still pinned to the crown of her head, with her hair coiled around in a series of loose braids, several damp curls clinging to her temples and forehead from her walk by sunrise. If she wished, she could remain like this and perhaps leave the scene, stepping away from the harsh words and accusations. However, in addition to Nethis calling her on such cowardice, Thea is not certain she could have lived such a thing down, leaving her dearest Evras to the wolves like this.
Taking a breath, only noticing the slightest falter in it, she glanced to her guard and gestured for them to round the crowd towards her sisters, taking a moment to place a hand on Nethis arm just as Evras asked her question. That hand then moved to settle on Mihail's shoulder, with a quiet squeeze of greeting.
"I am here," Thea said, her voice low and soft as she curtsied deeply to Evras and Prince Zanon, her steady eyes watching his reaction. There was tension between their families, no doubt, but above all else, Thea hoped that if he held any sort of likeness to others of his family, he would not let this circumstance rise out of hand. Certainly, he had heard the words surrounding them. If the young loved Evras as much as he did claim, he would stop such slander against her. Her eyes almost held that as a quiet challenge before glancing around to the crowd, the murmur now rising in pitch.
They were cursed for standing together with their own. They were damned if they were within the city and not present. They were despicable if they let Evras go through this alone, particularly in her state.
"You should not be here in your state, Your Highness," Thea stated quietly, tilting her head ever so slightly towards Evras' burgeoning belly, then back at the increasingly restless crowd. Though her eyes were unblinking, they betrayed her uneasiness with her heavily pregnant sister being among such ruckus.
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"I saw what happened!" The voice can be heard, rising from the crowd of spectators that were trying to be corralled by the soldiers of the region until Prince Zanon's command. "I did!" The voice came from a woman of middle-aged years, her eyes sharp despite her hunched back and her expression fearful with tales of old horrors. "Please! I must speak with someone! I know why that young man is dead!"
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"I saw what happened!" The voice can be heard, rising from the crowd of spectators that were trying to be corralled by the soldiers of the region until Prince Zanon's command. "I did!" The voice came from a woman of middle-aged years, her eyes sharp despite her hunched back and her expression fearful with tales of old horrors. "Please! I must speak with someone! I know why that young man is dead!"
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"I saw what happened!" The voice can be heard, rising from the crowd of spectators that were trying to be corralled by the soldiers of the region until Prince Zanon's command. "I did!" The voice came from a woman of middle-aged years, her eyes sharp despite her hunched back and her expression fearful with tales of old horrors. "Please! I must speak with someone! I know why that young man is dead!"
Timaeus had to bite back a squeal of surprise when Zenais reached out and actually touched him. Granted, her latching onto his wrist to drag him away was hardly the loving, gentle caress that his superficial affections dreamed up… but it was still more than enough to completely overwhelmed the young boy’s senses. In an instant, his heartbeat was roaring in his ears and his skin practically burned beneath her fingertips. He knew that he should pull away, especially as she began to tug him away from the carriage, but he didn’t want to. Not when the rush to both his head and other places felt kind of good. Timaeus’s thoughts were so foggy that he could do nothing but stare at his feet, desperately hoping that the blush blooming on his cheeks was not noticeable.
When the pair skidded to a stop, they were a safe distance from the Alistaire carriage and considerably closer to the crowd. Timaeus was disappointed that Zenais dropped his wrist right away and the part of his brain that was at the mercy of his crush wanted to reach out for her hand, just to keep that contact from breaking. But he instinctively knew that it probably wouldn’t go over well. He had no idea if Zenais felt the same way about him and Tim would never be able to live with the embarrassment if she knew. Just the mere thought of it was too daunting, too overwhelming for him to do anything, but awkwardly stand there and shuffle his feet as he tried to think of anything, but those gorgeous eyes and brilliant smile…
Luckily for him though, the large crowd provided enough of a temporary distraction that Timaeus was able to gather his wits and compose himself enough to not be a blushing, stuttering mess when Zenais’s words called his attention once again.
When she confirmed that she indeed did not know what the big fuss was about; a delighted and boyish grin crossed his face before he spoke, absolutely reveling in the joy of being able to parrot the gossip he had been hearing to her. “ Well, I don’t know exactly as Nico didn’t let me get close enough to see… but they’re,” He said as he gestured to the crowd behind them, growing restless and uneasy as the subject of their whispers made their presence known to everyone, but the two noble children who were chatting, “ saying that someone died! And that the witches did it!” His eyes were alight with mischief, completely oblivious to how loud his voice was and how dangerous it was to make such accusations in public. If Zenais had at least a modicum of common sense, far more than Timaeus had that’s for sure, she would scold him for his accusations that were not based on any sort of truth. Never mind the fact that he seemed excited at the prospect of someone dying; regardless of how intriguing a murder mystery maybe.
But then again, you could hardly blame him for such things. After all, he was still a child, no matter what the courts said and young boys like him were always interested in gross things. The prospect of seeing an actual dead body was not filled with horror in his mind, but instead a boyish curiosity to understand what death meant and what happened once it occurred. The promise of blood and guts made it all the better in his mind. As for the accusations that he casually threw around, why those were just a part of his upbringing as well. Timaeus had often heard his brother and parents say that the family were in the league of evil and had fallen out of the gods’ favor. Them being accused of witches was something that was not as outlandish to Tim as it should be… yet…
Right at that moment, an imposing figure made their way to the children with a boy their age in tow. Even though the woman was more than terrifying with her jet black hair and almost snake-like eyes, it was the other boy that truly set Timaeus on edge. His lips almost curled up in a sneer as the Thanasis approached and the boy, as young and as foolish as he was, instinctively stepped forward as if to shield Zenais. He's angry, narrowed gaze never left the other child’s face, almost challenging the kid to a weird sort of stand-off, daring him to come close to the Valaoritis.
Even though Timaeus barely recognized the older woman as a member of the house of snakes, he knew and had a history with the child at her side.
The two boys were the same age, born barely a day apart from one another, but the two of them couldn’t have been more different if they tried. Where Timaeus was strong, Mihail was weak. The Thanasi clung to the skirts of his sisters while the Valaoritis could barely be kept by his parents’ side. One was loud and adventurous, the other whiny and studious. Neither of them could stand the other, of course, and it showed whenever the two were forced to interact at events. Not-so-subtle insults were almost always passed between each other with Timaeus being the main instigator in them as he regularly made fun of Mihail’s girlish hair and cowardly ways. In his mind, the Thanasi more than deserved it, especially after one of their first meetings ended with the boys rolling about in the dirt, hitting each other with puny fists after Timaeus won a sword fight. Not to mention all the other little things that got under his skin, justifying his cruel behavior to the dark-haired lad.
He was half tempted to make some sort of joke about how Mihail was clinging to Nethis when the woman ended the standoff by calling the other child’s attention to her with a cold, bone-chilling voice. Timaeus stared at her with eyes the size of the moon as she used her well-practiced, intimidating voice on the child; scolding him for saying such things about the Thanasi house. There was a sharp edge to her tone, warning him of the dangers that she possessed and how she could easily turn it against him. For once in his life, Timaeus was inclined to listen. There was just something so heart-stoppingly terrifying about her that put the brakes to his impulsive side that would have encouraged him to be smarmy and snap back at her.
It worked long enough for Nethis to say her piece and began to glide away, slithering like the snake she was. However, a small noise from Zenais behind him broke the terrifying trance her words had on the boy. After all, there were not too many things that could distract a young boy like him from a crush and that small noise was enough to remind him that he couldn’t let himself be seen as weak in front of her. It was far too embarrassing for him to even consider not asserting that he was definitely not scared out of his wits at this moment and one chilly word away from shaking like a leaf. He was a man now, wasn’t he? Men don’t let women push them around like that, right?
So, he had to say something, but in truth, the majority of what she said went over his head. Words embarrassing houses? Gods speaking to mortals about witches? The concepts were too large for Timaeus to grasp, but there was one bit that he could grab a hold of, physically too if leaned out far enough. “ Me? An embarrassment to my house?” Timaeus shouted back with a cocky laugh upon his lips as he shouted after the woman, “ Who are you to lecture me for such things when you have a sorry excuse for a girl clinging to your skirts?” The blow was directed towards Mihail who was still holding Nethis’s hand at twelve and had hair that was far longer than the other boy’s closely cropped mane. It was easier for him to insult the boy rather than Nethis as he knew that Mihail couldn’t fight back. Not with Timaeus being the stronger child and thinking that hiding behind others was a cowardly move.
However, all bets were off when Queen of Mean, Nethis of Thanasi was involved as well...
His words affected the young boy as it was Mihail’s turn to insult Timaeus. The Valaoritis had to hand it to the kid, he certainly managed to hit a low blow by referencing the crush Tim had on Zen. Whether Mihail knew about the crush was beside the point. After all, the two of them were clearly at the age where they were beginning to take notice of girls and how any interactions with them were layered in the complexities of changing bodies and raging hormones… but still, it stung.
In an instant, Tim was seething red and his hands were curled up into fists as the implications that the Valaoritis had lied to Zen or that she didn’t like him swirled about in his head. It was so ridiculous that he couldn’t even fathom where Mihail had gotten the idea, but either way, he had to prove that it wasn’t true. He just could not let it stand. But the ever-looming threat of being grounded again as he had been after their first fight kept Timaeus from leaping forward and pummeling the kid right then and there. As much as he hated Mihail, it wasn’t worth staying inside for a week.
However, he wasn’t about to mince his words either. “ Well didn’t your sisters ever tell you that girls don’t like sniveling brats like you?” If Mihail wanted to play dirty, then they would play dirty, “ You’re so weak you couldn’t even lift a spindle for a loom and yet you have the nerve to call yourself a man? Your witch sisters should save everyone the trouble and make you a eunuch. Maybe that way you can finally be the girl you’re so desperate to be!” If Timaeus’s parents heard the insults he was laying upon the child, surely he’d be never allowed to go to such events again, but frankly Timaeus didn’t care. He was tired of having to deal with this thorn called Mihail, constantly in his side. It was time to show this little weakling who was top dog and that it would be unwise to mess with this Valaoritis again.
Little did he know that as much as he knows that the price he was gonna pay for such things would be much greater than he could ever imagine.
However, at that moment, the twin calls of Zenais’s voice and a distant shout of a woman proclaiming to know what happened distracted Timaeus, pulling his angry gaze away from Mihail and back to the Allistaire girl. Upon seeing her face, his temper instantly cooled as the crush once again took control, forcing him to look down to hide his red cheeks again. Playing it off by kicking the ground, Timaeus angrily muttered the answer to her question without looking up, “ Stupid Mihail of Thanasi. He always has to ruin things.” His eyes darted back up at the girl, in the direction of where the Thanasis had moved off too, but he knew that they could come back at any moment to further lay their insults onto him. Especially after that little outburst of his.
“ Sorry, about that.” He murmured in apology as his eyes darted towards the crowd, curious again about the din coming from it. “ Should we move closer to that and see what’s going on?” He asked, quickly moving on from what had happened. Timaeus silently hoped that she would agree so they could put as much distance between them and the Thanasis as possible.
Though then again, it would be Zen deciding between what was more appealing; being chewed out by a scary snake lady or seeing a dead body. Neither were good options, but she would have to choose for them.
One of the other. Which would it be?
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Timaeus had to bite back a squeal of surprise when Zenais reached out and actually touched him. Granted, her latching onto his wrist to drag him away was hardly the loving, gentle caress that his superficial affections dreamed up… but it was still more than enough to completely overwhelmed the young boy’s senses. In an instant, his heartbeat was roaring in his ears and his skin practically burned beneath her fingertips. He knew that he should pull away, especially as she began to tug him away from the carriage, but he didn’t want to. Not when the rush to both his head and other places felt kind of good. Timaeus’s thoughts were so foggy that he could do nothing but stare at his feet, desperately hoping that the blush blooming on his cheeks was not noticeable.
When the pair skidded to a stop, they were a safe distance from the Alistaire carriage and considerably closer to the crowd. Timaeus was disappointed that Zenais dropped his wrist right away and the part of his brain that was at the mercy of his crush wanted to reach out for her hand, just to keep that contact from breaking. But he instinctively knew that it probably wouldn’t go over well. He had no idea if Zenais felt the same way about him and Tim would never be able to live with the embarrassment if she knew. Just the mere thought of it was too daunting, too overwhelming for him to do anything, but awkwardly stand there and shuffle his feet as he tried to think of anything, but those gorgeous eyes and brilliant smile…
Luckily for him though, the large crowd provided enough of a temporary distraction that Timaeus was able to gather his wits and compose himself enough to not be a blushing, stuttering mess when Zenais’s words called his attention once again.
When she confirmed that she indeed did not know what the big fuss was about; a delighted and boyish grin crossed his face before he spoke, absolutely reveling in the joy of being able to parrot the gossip he had been hearing to her. “ Well, I don’t know exactly as Nico didn’t let me get close enough to see… but they’re,” He said as he gestured to the crowd behind them, growing restless and uneasy as the subject of their whispers made their presence known to everyone, but the two noble children who were chatting, “ saying that someone died! And that the witches did it!” His eyes were alight with mischief, completely oblivious to how loud his voice was and how dangerous it was to make such accusations in public. If Zenais had at least a modicum of common sense, far more than Timaeus had that’s for sure, she would scold him for his accusations that were not based on any sort of truth. Never mind the fact that he seemed excited at the prospect of someone dying; regardless of how intriguing a murder mystery maybe.
But then again, you could hardly blame him for such things. After all, he was still a child, no matter what the courts said and young boys like him were always interested in gross things. The prospect of seeing an actual dead body was not filled with horror in his mind, but instead a boyish curiosity to understand what death meant and what happened once it occurred. The promise of blood and guts made it all the better in his mind. As for the accusations that he casually threw around, why those were just a part of his upbringing as well. Timaeus had often heard his brother and parents say that the family were in the league of evil and had fallen out of the gods’ favor. Them being accused of witches was something that was not as outlandish to Tim as it should be… yet…
Right at that moment, an imposing figure made their way to the children with a boy their age in tow. Even though the woman was more than terrifying with her jet black hair and almost snake-like eyes, it was the other boy that truly set Timaeus on edge. His lips almost curled up in a sneer as the Thanasis approached and the boy, as young and as foolish as he was, instinctively stepped forward as if to shield Zenais. He's angry, narrowed gaze never left the other child’s face, almost challenging the kid to a weird sort of stand-off, daring him to come close to the Valaoritis.
Even though Timaeus barely recognized the older woman as a member of the house of snakes, he knew and had a history with the child at her side.
The two boys were the same age, born barely a day apart from one another, but the two of them couldn’t have been more different if they tried. Where Timaeus was strong, Mihail was weak. The Thanasi clung to the skirts of his sisters while the Valaoritis could barely be kept by his parents’ side. One was loud and adventurous, the other whiny and studious. Neither of them could stand the other, of course, and it showed whenever the two were forced to interact at events. Not-so-subtle insults were almost always passed between each other with Timaeus being the main instigator in them as he regularly made fun of Mihail’s girlish hair and cowardly ways. In his mind, the Thanasi more than deserved it, especially after one of their first meetings ended with the boys rolling about in the dirt, hitting each other with puny fists after Timaeus won a sword fight. Not to mention all the other little things that got under his skin, justifying his cruel behavior to the dark-haired lad.
He was half tempted to make some sort of joke about how Mihail was clinging to Nethis when the woman ended the standoff by calling the other child’s attention to her with a cold, bone-chilling voice. Timaeus stared at her with eyes the size of the moon as she used her well-practiced, intimidating voice on the child; scolding him for saying such things about the Thanasi house. There was a sharp edge to her tone, warning him of the dangers that she possessed and how she could easily turn it against him. For once in his life, Timaeus was inclined to listen. There was just something so heart-stoppingly terrifying about her that put the brakes to his impulsive side that would have encouraged him to be smarmy and snap back at her.
It worked long enough for Nethis to say her piece and began to glide away, slithering like the snake she was. However, a small noise from Zenais behind him broke the terrifying trance her words had on the boy. After all, there were not too many things that could distract a young boy like him from a crush and that small noise was enough to remind him that he couldn’t let himself be seen as weak in front of her. It was far too embarrassing for him to even consider not asserting that he was definitely not scared out of his wits at this moment and one chilly word away from shaking like a leaf. He was a man now, wasn’t he? Men don’t let women push them around like that, right?
So, he had to say something, but in truth, the majority of what she said went over his head. Words embarrassing houses? Gods speaking to mortals about witches? The concepts were too large for Timaeus to grasp, but there was one bit that he could grab a hold of, physically too if leaned out far enough. “ Me? An embarrassment to my house?” Timaeus shouted back with a cocky laugh upon his lips as he shouted after the woman, “ Who are you to lecture me for such things when you have a sorry excuse for a girl clinging to your skirts?” The blow was directed towards Mihail who was still holding Nethis’s hand at twelve and had hair that was far longer than the other boy’s closely cropped mane. It was easier for him to insult the boy rather than Nethis as he knew that Mihail couldn’t fight back. Not with Timaeus being the stronger child and thinking that hiding behind others was a cowardly move.
However, all bets were off when Queen of Mean, Nethis of Thanasi was involved as well...
His words affected the young boy as it was Mihail’s turn to insult Timaeus. The Valaoritis had to hand it to the kid, he certainly managed to hit a low blow by referencing the crush Tim had on Zen. Whether Mihail knew about the crush was beside the point. After all, the two of them were clearly at the age where they were beginning to take notice of girls and how any interactions with them were layered in the complexities of changing bodies and raging hormones… but still, it stung.
In an instant, Tim was seething red and his hands were curled up into fists as the implications that the Valaoritis had lied to Zen or that she didn’t like him swirled about in his head. It was so ridiculous that he couldn’t even fathom where Mihail had gotten the idea, but either way, he had to prove that it wasn’t true. He just could not let it stand. But the ever-looming threat of being grounded again as he had been after their first fight kept Timaeus from leaping forward and pummeling the kid right then and there. As much as he hated Mihail, it wasn’t worth staying inside for a week.
However, he wasn’t about to mince his words either. “ Well didn’t your sisters ever tell you that girls don’t like sniveling brats like you?” If Mihail wanted to play dirty, then they would play dirty, “ You’re so weak you couldn’t even lift a spindle for a loom and yet you have the nerve to call yourself a man? Your witch sisters should save everyone the trouble and make you a eunuch. Maybe that way you can finally be the girl you’re so desperate to be!” If Timaeus’s parents heard the insults he was laying upon the child, surely he’d be never allowed to go to such events again, but frankly Timaeus didn’t care. He was tired of having to deal with this thorn called Mihail, constantly in his side. It was time to show this little weakling who was top dog and that it would be unwise to mess with this Valaoritis again.
Little did he know that as much as he knows that the price he was gonna pay for such things would be much greater than he could ever imagine.
However, at that moment, the twin calls of Zenais’s voice and a distant shout of a woman proclaiming to know what happened distracted Timaeus, pulling his angry gaze away from Mihail and back to the Allistaire girl. Upon seeing her face, his temper instantly cooled as the crush once again took control, forcing him to look down to hide his red cheeks again. Playing it off by kicking the ground, Timaeus angrily muttered the answer to her question without looking up, “ Stupid Mihail of Thanasi. He always has to ruin things.” His eyes darted back up at the girl, in the direction of where the Thanasis had moved off too, but he knew that they could come back at any moment to further lay their insults onto him. Especially after that little outburst of his.
“ Sorry, about that.” He murmured in apology as his eyes darted towards the crowd, curious again about the din coming from it. “ Should we move closer to that and see what’s going on?” He asked, quickly moving on from what had happened. Timaeus silently hoped that she would agree so they could put as much distance between them and the Thanasis as possible.
Though then again, it would be Zen deciding between what was more appealing; being chewed out by a scary snake lady or seeing a dead body. Neither were good options, but she would have to choose for them.
One of the other. Which would it be?
Timaeus had to bite back a squeal of surprise when Zenais reached out and actually touched him. Granted, her latching onto his wrist to drag him away was hardly the loving, gentle caress that his superficial affections dreamed up… but it was still more than enough to completely overwhelmed the young boy’s senses. In an instant, his heartbeat was roaring in his ears and his skin practically burned beneath her fingertips. He knew that he should pull away, especially as she began to tug him away from the carriage, but he didn’t want to. Not when the rush to both his head and other places felt kind of good. Timaeus’s thoughts were so foggy that he could do nothing but stare at his feet, desperately hoping that the blush blooming on his cheeks was not noticeable.
When the pair skidded to a stop, they were a safe distance from the Alistaire carriage and considerably closer to the crowd. Timaeus was disappointed that Zenais dropped his wrist right away and the part of his brain that was at the mercy of his crush wanted to reach out for her hand, just to keep that contact from breaking. But he instinctively knew that it probably wouldn’t go over well. He had no idea if Zenais felt the same way about him and Tim would never be able to live with the embarrassment if she knew. Just the mere thought of it was too daunting, too overwhelming for him to do anything, but awkwardly stand there and shuffle his feet as he tried to think of anything, but those gorgeous eyes and brilliant smile…
Luckily for him though, the large crowd provided enough of a temporary distraction that Timaeus was able to gather his wits and compose himself enough to not be a blushing, stuttering mess when Zenais’s words called his attention once again.
When she confirmed that she indeed did not know what the big fuss was about; a delighted and boyish grin crossed his face before he spoke, absolutely reveling in the joy of being able to parrot the gossip he had been hearing to her. “ Well, I don’t know exactly as Nico didn’t let me get close enough to see… but they’re,” He said as he gestured to the crowd behind them, growing restless and uneasy as the subject of their whispers made their presence known to everyone, but the two noble children who were chatting, “ saying that someone died! And that the witches did it!” His eyes were alight with mischief, completely oblivious to how loud his voice was and how dangerous it was to make such accusations in public. If Zenais had at least a modicum of common sense, far more than Timaeus had that’s for sure, she would scold him for his accusations that were not based on any sort of truth. Never mind the fact that he seemed excited at the prospect of someone dying; regardless of how intriguing a murder mystery maybe.
But then again, you could hardly blame him for such things. After all, he was still a child, no matter what the courts said and young boys like him were always interested in gross things. The prospect of seeing an actual dead body was not filled with horror in his mind, but instead a boyish curiosity to understand what death meant and what happened once it occurred. The promise of blood and guts made it all the better in his mind. As for the accusations that he casually threw around, why those were just a part of his upbringing as well. Timaeus had often heard his brother and parents say that the family were in the league of evil and had fallen out of the gods’ favor. Them being accused of witches was something that was not as outlandish to Tim as it should be… yet…
Right at that moment, an imposing figure made their way to the children with a boy their age in tow. Even though the woman was more than terrifying with her jet black hair and almost snake-like eyes, it was the other boy that truly set Timaeus on edge. His lips almost curled up in a sneer as the Thanasis approached and the boy, as young and as foolish as he was, instinctively stepped forward as if to shield Zenais. He's angry, narrowed gaze never left the other child’s face, almost challenging the kid to a weird sort of stand-off, daring him to come close to the Valaoritis.
Even though Timaeus barely recognized the older woman as a member of the house of snakes, he knew and had a history with the child at her side.
The two boys were the same age, born barely a day apart from one another, but the two of them couldn’t have been more different if they tried. Where Timaeus was strong, Mihail was weak. The Thanasi clung to the skirts of his sisters while the Valaoritis could barely be kept by his parents’ side. One was loud and adventurous, the other whiny and studious. Neither of them could stand the other, of course, and it showed whenever the two were forced to interact at events. Not-so-subtle insults were almost always passed between each other with Timaeus being the main instigator in them as he regularly made fun of Mihail’s girlish hair and cowardly ways. In his mind, the Thanasi more than deserved it, especially after one of their first meetings ended with the boys rolling about in the dirt, hitting each other with puny fists after Timaeus won a sword fight. Not to mention all the other little things that got under his skin, justifying his cruel behavior to the dark-haired lad.
He was half tempted to make some sort of joke about how Mihail was clinging to Nethis when the woman ended the standoff by calling the other child’s attention to her with a cold, bone-chilling voice. Timaeus stared at her with eyes the size of the moon as she used her well-practiced, intimidating voice on the child; scolding him for saying such things about the Thanasi house. There was a sharp edge to her tone, warning him of the dangers that she possessed and how she could easily turn it against him. For once in his life, Timaeus was inclined to listen. There was just something so heart-stoppingly terrifying about her that put the brakes to his impulsive side that would have encouraged him to be smarmy and snap back at her.
It worked long enough for Nethis to say her piece and began to glide away, slithering like the snake she was. However, a small noise from Zenais behind him broke the terrifying trance her words had on the boy. After all, there were not too many things that could distract a young boy like him from a crush and that small noise was enough to remind him that he couldn’t let himself be seen as weak in front of her. It was far too embarrassing for him to even consider not asserting that he was definitely not scared out of his wits at this moment and one chilly word away from shaking like a leaf. He was a man now, wasn’t he? Men don’t let women push them around like that, right?
So, he had to say something, but in truth, the majority of what she said went over his head. Words embarrassing houses? Gods speaking to mortals about witches? The concepts were too large for Timaeus to grasp, but there was one bit that he could grab a hold of, physically too if leaned out far enough. “ Me? An embarrassment to my house?” Timaeus shouted back with a cocky laugh upon his lips as he shouted after the woman, “ Who are you to lecture me for such things when you have a sorry excuse for a girl clinging to your skirts?” The blow was directed towards Mihail who was still holding Nethis’s hand at twelve and had hair that was far longer than the other boy’s closely cropped mane. It was easier for him to insult the boy rather than Nethis as he knew that Mihail couldn’t fight back. Not with Timaeus being the stronger child and thinking that hiding behind others was a cowardly move.
However, all bets were off when Queen of Mean, Nethis of Thanasi was involved as well...
His words affected the young boy as it was Mihail’s turn to insult Timaeus. The Valaoritis had to hand it to the kid, he certainly managed to hit a low blow by referencing the crush Tim had on Zen. Whether Mihail knew about the crush was beside the point. After all, the two of them were clearly at the age where they were beginning to take notice of girls and how any interactions with them were layered in the complexities of changing bodies and raging hormones… but still, it stung.
In an instant, Tim was seething red and his hands were curled up into fists as the implications that the Valaoritis had lied to Zen or that she didn’t like him swirled about in his head. It was so ridiculous that he couldn’t even fathom where Mihail had gotten the idea, but either way, he had to prove that it wasn’t true. He just could not let it stand. But the ever-looming threat of being grounded again as he had been after their first fight kept Timaeus from leaping forward and pummeling the kid right then and there. As much as he hated Mihail, it wasn’t worth staying inside for a week.
However, he wasn’t about to mince his words either. “ Well didn’t your sisters ever tell you that girls don’t like sniveling brats like you?” If Mihail wanted to play dirty, then they would play dirty, “ You’re so weak you couldn’t even lift a spindle for a loom and yet you have the nerve to call yourself a man? Your witch sisters should save everyone the trouble and make you a eunuch. Maybe that way you can finally be the girl you’re so desperate to be!” If Timaeus’s parents heard the insults he was laying upon the child, surely he’d be never allowed to go to such events again, but frankly Timaeus didn’t care. He was tired of having to deal with this thorn called Mihail, constantly in his side. It was time to show this little weakling who was top dog and that it would be unwise to mess with this Valaoritis again.
Little did he know that as much as he knows that the price he was gonna pay for such things would be much greater than he could ever imagine.
However, at that moment, the twin calls of Zenais’s voice and a distant shout of a woman proclaiming to know what happened distracted Timaeus, pulling his angry gaze away from Mihail and back to the Allistaire girl. Upon seeing her face, his temper instantly cooled as the crush once again took control, forcing him to look down to hide his red cheeks again. Playing it off by kicking the ground, Timaeus angrily muttered the answer to her question without looking up, “ Stupid Mihail of Thanasi. He always has to ruin things.” His eyes darted back up at the girl, in the direction of where the Thanasis had moved off too, but he knew that they could come back at any moment to further lay their insults onto him. Especially after that little outburst of his.
“ Sorry, about that.” He murmured in apology as his eyes darted towards the crowd, curious again about the din coming from it. “ Should we move closer to that and see what’s going on?” He asked, quickly moving on from what had happened. Timaeus silently hoped that she would agree so they could put as much distance between them and the Thanasis as possible.
Though then again, it would be Zen deciding between what was more appealing; being chewed out by a scary snake lady or seeing a dead body. Neither were good options, but she would have to choose for them.
One of the other. Which would it be?
Curious as a child, Zenais listened with rapt attention as Timaeus explained, for this sort of gathering was not at all common. While the brunette knew her family was here to greet the prince and his new bride along with the impending child, surely the sort of gathering would not involve an odd stench in the air, and a few dogs running around? Not to mention, it was quite a distance from the manor of the province itself, because she knew Proteus had told her they were not quite there yet, just a few minutes before they stopped.
Knowing that a dead body lay just a few feet from where she stood now however, made her spine shiver. The girl looked over her shoulder for a brief second, before she caught herself and her gaze snapped back to Timaeus, her senses getting the better of her. She was young, and simply had no wish to see a corpse. Instead, the pretty young girl merely focused on her friend's words, and quickly flapped her hands at him to hush him. "Too loud Timaeus!" she hissed, before continuing. "A witch? Do they exist?" she murmured in mild skepticism, and part amusement. Proteus and Effie were realistic people, and while they had heard rumors of witches of course, her parents never entertained them much, which meant Zenais had taken after their stand.
But it was seem as if Timaeus had ceased forming words, for her friend seemed to be focused with something next to her shoulder.
Following the young Colchian's eyes, Zenais's own gaze widened at the approach of a younger male who had eyes that made her hair go on end. She didn't even protest when Timaeus stepped half-way in front of her, and the blue irises merely continued watching as the one with longer hair and a seemingly focused gait stopped just before them, his words unhappy and somewhat mean before he left.
Turning a perplexed gaze on Timaeus, she raised a brow at him, unaware that her friend who had always been approachable and kind, suddenly seemed quite different with the small-eyed male who had left them. "Do you know him?" she asked, and her explanation soon came.
The Thanasi's were a family Proteus had always warned Zenais about, for they were known to be as deadly as they were ambitious. Her father however, was of the opinion that as long as the Alistaire's did their job and provided bounty for the kingdom, there was no need for the Thanasi's wrath to descend on his family.
And such, Zenais would do the same, and followed the dissapearing back of the male. She felt like she should say something, yet as this wasn't her time nor place, instead the brunette turned back to Timaeus as he addressed her, and nodded.
Following Timaeus's lead, they arrived at the throng of people just in time to hear the loud man calling out that he knew what had happened, and wasted no time in explaining it to all who would listen.
"The young man had ventured out last night seeking a remedy for his ailing and pregnant wife who would be giving birth soon. She is my neighbor! This morning she awoke hale and hearty... yet, the husband is now dead. He must have offered himself as sacrifice for the health of his wife, and the witches have granted it to him in return for his liver!"
Immediately, the chatters began again in the crowds, eyes and fingers flying, most surreptiously being pointed at the Thanasi's. A crowd even moved away from the knot that was Thea, Evras and Nethis, clearly inching away. Zenais frowned, hearing the word again, and turning a perplexed look to Timaeus as she asked in a hushed voice, leaning in closer to him. "Surely they don't exist. Do we just go on hearsay by people then?"
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Curious as a child, Zenais listened with rapt attention as Timaeus explained, for this sort of gathering was not at all common. While the brunette knew her family was here to greet the prince and his new bride along with the impending child, surely the sort of gathering would not involve an odd stench in the air, and a few dogs running around? Not to mention, it was quite a distance from the manor of the province itself, because she knew Proteus had told her they were not quite there yet, just a few minutes before they stopped.
Knowing that a dead body lay just a few feet from where she stood now however, made her spine shiver. The girl looked over her shoulder for a brief second, before she caught herself and her gaze snapped back to Timaeus, her senses getting the better of her. She was young, and simply had no wish to see a corpse. Instead, the pretty young girl merely focused on her friend's words, and quickly flapped her hands at him to hush him. "Too loud Timaeus!" she hissed, before continuing. "A witch? Do they exist?" she murmured in mild skepticism, and part amusement. Proteus and Effie were realistic people, and while they had heard rumors of witches of course, her parents never entertained them much, which meant Zenais had taken after their stand.
But it was seem as if Timaeus had ceased forming words, for her friend seemed to be focused with something next to her shoulder.
Following the young Colchian's eyes, Zenais's own gaze widened at the approach of a younger male who had eyes that made her hair go on end. She didn't even protest when Timaeus stepped half-way in front of her, and the blue irises merely continued watching as the one with longer hair and a seemingly focused gait stopped just before them, his words unhappy and somewhat mean before he left.
Turning a perplexed gaze on Timaeus, she raised a brow at him, unaware that her friend who had always been approachable and kind, suddenly seemed quite different with the small-eyed male who had left them. "Do you know him?" she asked, and her explanation soon came.
The Thanasi's were a family Proteus had always warned Zenais about, for they were known to be as deadly as they were ambitious. Her father however, was of the opinion that as long as the Alistaire's did their job and provided bounty for the kingdom, there was no need for the Thanasi's wrath to descend on his family.
And such, Zenais would do the same, and followed the dissapearing back of the male. She felt like she should say something, yet as this wasn't her time nor place, instead the brunette turned back to Timaeus as he addressed her, and nodded.
Following Timaeus's lead, they arrived at the throng of people just in time to hear the loud man calling out that he knew what had happened, and wasted no time in explaining it to all who would listen.
"The young man had ventured out last night seeking a remedy for his ailing and pregnant wife who would be giving birth soon. She is my neighbor! This morning she awoke hale and hearty... yet, the husband is now dead. He must have offered himself as sacrifice for the health of his wife, and the witches have granted it to him in return for his liver!"
Immediately, the chatters began again in the crowds, eyes and fingers flying, most surreptiously being pointed at the Thanasi's. A crowd even moved away from the knot that was Thea, Evras and Nethis, clearly inching away. Zenais frowned, hearing the word again, and turning a perplexed look to Timaeus as she asked in a hushed voice, leaning in closer to him. "Surely they don't exist. Do we just go on hearsay by people then?"
Curious as a child, Zenais listened with rapt attention as Timaeus explained, for this sort of gathering was not at all common. While the brunette knew her family was here to greet the prince and his new bride along with the impending child, surely the sort of gathering would not involve an odd stench in the air, and a few dogs running around? Not to mention, it was quite a distance from the manor of the province itself, because she knew Proteus had told her they were not quite there yet, just a few minutes before they stopped.
Knowing that a dead body lay just a few feet from where she stood now however, made her spine shiver. The girl looked over her shoulder for a brief second, before she caught herself and her gaze snapped back to Timaeus, her senses getting the better of her. She was young, and simply had no wish to see a corpse. Instead, the pretty young girl merely focused on her friend's words, and quickly flapped her hands at him to hush him. "Too loud Timaeus!" she hissed, before continuing. "A witch? Do they exist?" she murmured in mild skepticism, and part amusement. Proteus and Effie were realistic people, and while they had heard rumors of witches of course, her parents never entertained them much, which meant Zenais had taken after their stand.
But it was seem as if Timaeus had ceased forming words, for her friend seemed to be focused with something next to her shoulder.
Following the young Colchian's eyes, Zenais's own gaze widened at the approach of a younger male who had eyes that made her hair go on end. She didn't even protest when Timaeus stepped half-way in front of her, and the blue irises merely continued watching as the one with longer hair and a seemingly focused gait stopped just before them, his words unhappy and somewhat mean before he left.
Turning a perplexed gaze on Timaeus, she raised a brow at him, unaware that her friend who had always been approachable and kind, suddenly seemed quite different with the small-eyed male who had left them. "Do you know him?" she asked, and her explanation soon came.
The Thanasi's were a family Proteus had always warned Zenais about, for they were known to be as deadly as they were ambitious. Her father however, was of the opinion that as long as the Alistaire's did their job and provided bounty for the kingdom, there was no need for the Thanasi's wrath to descend on his family.
And such, Zenais would do the same, and followed the dissapearing back of the male. She felt like she should say something, yet as this wasn't her time nor place, instead the brunette turned back to Timaeus as he addressed her, and nodded.
Following Timaeus's lead, they arrived at the throng of people just in time to hear the loud man calling out that he knew what had happened, and wasted no time in explaining it to all who would listen.
"The young man had ventured out last night seeking a remedy for his ailing and pregnant wife who would be giving birth soon. She is my neighbor! This morning she awoke hale and hearty... yet, the husband is now dead. He must have offered himself as sacrifice for the health of his wife, and the witches have granted it to him in return for his liver!"
Immediately, the chatters began again in the crowds, eyes and fingers flying, most surreptiously being pointed at the Thanasi's. A crowd even moved away from the knot that was Thea, Evras and Nethis, clearly inching away. Zenais frowned, hearing the word again, and turning a perplexed look to Timaeus as she asked in a hushed voice, leaning in closer to him. "Surely they don't exist. Do we just go on hearsay by people then?"