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The slimy curl of sympathy in his chest was as unwelcome as it was unusual, and ultimately, it had been what had driven him from the personalized rooms of his family's manor to the darkened streets, a decision as poor as it was irrational.
Then again, it appeared as though there was a lot more irrationality in his family than even Dysius had expected, and the realisation had been an unpleasant one not just for him, he was sure, but for every Thanasi child who wasn't Nethis, and truly it was a colourful day in the asphodel fields indeed if Dysius was feeling any sort of empathy for the brother he was normally content to brush off and not think about until the next mess, but, well.
Dysius scowled fiercely, only slightly mollified by the steady presence of Perseus at his side, his sole companion--beyond the dagger strapped firmly to his person--on the quiet nighttime streets of the city's upper levels. The manor had been too stifling, weighed down by the crushing weight of exposed secrets, and perhaps it was hypocritical, being so angry when the amount of secrets and lies under Dysius' own belt was not unimpressive, but the fact that even he had not known when he was the eldest--
He knew, of course, that Nethis was his father's favourite. It was obvious, and normally Dysius' resentment was a well-concealed thing, and he smothered it further by throwing all his weight behind helping his sister advance as far as possible. He loved her, he did, he trusted her, and perhaps that was why the fact that she had never truly trusted him in return made his throat close up with bitterness and his slender fingers clench with ill-restrained rage.
The Thanasi temper was not an inconsiderable thing, after all, regardless of how it was ultimately expressed, and Dysius was smart enough to know that expressing it around family members when they were all wound up was a poor decision.
"They should all be dogs," he grumbled almost absently, looking down at Perseus, who trotted next to him unaware. "Hades take the whole affair."
He sighed, pausing his frenetic pace only to adjust the cowl over his head, protection from the little wind that managed to get in, and perhaps that brief was why he immediately noticed the way Perseus suddenly straightened, ears flicking back as the dog's lips curled into a silent growl: a warning, one that had Dysius' hand hovering over his dagger even as he snorted and, with all the arrogance and false confidence he could mutter at this hellish hour, inclined his head to the side.
"Well come on out then, whoever you are," he said to the night and those who lurked within it. "The dog's a might more adept at finding people than you are at hiding."
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The slimy curl of sympathy in his chest was as unwelcome as it was unusual, and ultimately, it had been what had driven him from the personalized rooms of his family's manor to the darkened streets, a decision as poor as it was irrational.
Then again, it appeared as though there was a lot more irrationality in his family than even Dysius had expected, and the realisation had been an unpleasant one not just for him, he was sure, but for every Thanasi child who wasn't Nethis, and truly it was a colourful day in the asphodel fields indeed if Dysius was feeling any sort of empathy for the brother he was normally content to brush off and not think about until the next mess, but, well.
Dysius scowled fiercely, only slightly mollified by the steady presence of Perseus at his side, his sole companion--beyond the dagger strapped firmly to his person--on the quiet nighttime streets of the city's upper levels. The manor had been too stifling, weighed down by the crushing weight of exposed secrets, and perhaps it was hypocritical, being so angry when the amount of secrets and lies under Dysius' own belt was not unimpressive, but the fact that even he had not known when he was the eldest--
He knew, of course, that Nethis was his father's favourite. It was obvious, and normally Dysius' resentment was a well-concealed thing, and he smothered it further by throwing all his weight behind helping his sister advance as far as possible. He loved her, he did, he trusted her, and perhaps that was why the fact that she had never truly trusted him in return made his throat close up with bitterness and his slender fingers clench with ill-restrained rage.
The Thanasi temper was not an inconsiderable thing, after all, regardless of how it was ultimately expressed, and Dysius was smart enough to know that expressing it around family members when they were all wound up was a poor decision.
"They should all be dogs," he grumbled almost absently, looking down at Perseus, who trotted next to him unaware. "Hades take the whole affair."
He sighed, pausing his frenetic pace only to adjust the cowl over his head, protection from the little wind that managed to get in, and perhaps that brief was why he immediately noticed the way Perseus suddenly straightened, ears flicking back as the dog's lips curled into a silent growl: a warning, one that had Dysius' hand hovering over his dagger even as he snorted and, with all the arrogance and false confidence he could mutter at this hellish hour, inclined his head to the side.
"Well come on out then, whoever you are," he said to the night and those who lurked within it. "The dog's a might more adept at finding people than you are at hiding."
The slimy curl of sympathy in his chest was as unwelcome as it was unusual, and ultimately, it had been what had driven him from the personalized rooms of his family's manor to the darkened streets, a decision as poor as it was irrational.
Then again, it appeared as though there was a lot more irrationality in his family than even Dysius had expected, and the realisation had been an unpleasant one not just for him, he was sure, but for every Thanasi child who wasn't Nethis, and truly it was a colourful day in the asphodel fields indeed if Dysius was feeling any sort of empathy for the brother he was normally content to brush off and not think about until the next mess, but, well.
Dysius scowled fiercely, only slightly mollified by the steady presence of Perseus at his side, his sole companion--beyond the dagger strapped firmly to his person--on the quiet nighttime streets of the city's upper levels. The manor had been too stifling, weighed down by the crushing weight of exposed secrets, and perhaps it was hypocritical, being so angry when the amount of secrets and lies under Dysius' own belt was not unimpressive, but the fact that even he had not known when he was the eldest--
He knew, of course, that Nethis was his father's favourite. It was obvious, and normally Dysius' resentment was a well-concealed thing, and he smothered it further by throwing all his weight behind helping his sister advance as far as possible. He loved her, he did, he trusted her, and perhaps that was why the fact that she had never truly trusted him in return made his throat close up with bitterness and his slender fingers clench with ill-restrained rage.
The Thanasi temper was not an inconsiderable thing, after all, regardless of how it was ultimately expressed, and Dysius was smart enough to know that expressing it around family members when they were all wound up was a poor decision.
"They should all be dogs," he grumbled almost absently, looking down at Perseus, who trotted next to him unaware. "Hades take the whole affair."
He sighed, pausing his frenetic pace only to adjust the cowl over his head, protection from the little wind that managed to get in, and perhaps that brief was why he immediately noticed the way Perseus suddenly straightened, ears flicking back as the dog's lips curled into a silent growl: a warning, one that had Dysius' hand hovering over his dagger even as he snorted and, with all the arrogance and false confidence he could mutter at this hellish hour, inclined his head to the side.
"Well come on out then, whoever you are," he said to the night and those who lurked within it. "The dog's a might more adept at finding people than you are at hiding."
With the building of the Lower Levels well underway as the supplies had arrived just a day or two prior, Magnus had been busy almost everyday with supervising and ensuring the work went smoothly. It was a blessing that most of the Colchian military were quick to jump in to assist, making sure that work went much more smoothly and quickly then he had planned it to be. Many of the Advisors found themselves worked to the bone in the recent months of much calamity which had found its way to Midas, but the people of Colchis was beginning to have some form of hope again. After a terrific storm and then a fire that ravaged their Lower Levels, the recent discovery of the new vein of gold made Magnus hope that perhaps, the Gods have let up on their anger to their rocky kingdom.
That being said however, he was fully aware he was supposed to make his way to Arcanes soon. While there was no set date nor time, he was not a fool as to think he could keep Iolanthe waiting forever, and neither did he want to. In a way, the spymaster found himself quite eager to see the young widow, if only because she was as eager to see him. Participation did give one great enjoyment in the sport that they partook in together. Yet missives were all he could offer her for now.
He had just been on his way back from seeking out one of the runner boys he favored, to ask him to deliver his latest missive to Iolanthe detailing the work they had done to fix the Lower Levels. The exchange of letters were brief, short, but performed its perfunctory function in keeping in touch in the time she would be back in her province whilst he worked his duties in Midas. Due to the overseeing duties he had to partake in, it was quite late by the time Magnus managed to find the errand boy he sought, paid the boy in coin, before making his way back. His footfalls were light on the streets as he walked, a habit he had picked up after many years of being Master Informer, as did his keen sense for information.
It was a rough frisson of alert that ran under his skin, which made Magnus look up from where he was meandering his way back to his family manor right on the edges of where the Upper Levels met the Lower. The spymaster recognized the heir to the Thanasi house easily, it was his job after all. Lord Dysius was said to be little more then a pawn for his eldest sister, Lady Nethis who was said to be in control of the household affairs. Many more, say of the young Thanasi's dalliances with men in the night, while those rumors were unclear, Magnus knew more. He knew of the Lord Dysius's cunning mind and williness to secure his family goals. The young, small male was beyond just clever and cunning - he was ambitious, a trait that would prove more dangerous then others.
Exactly why Magnus kept an eye out.
Hands which had been tucked within the folds of his maroon chiton, now came out as he watched the young lord grumble absently, as if he did not notice the presence of other's around him. Of course, the hour was not early by any means, for the streets were quiet, but the young one was careless if he did not check before mindlessly speaking.
Noticing the dog suddenly noting his presence when the wind picked up, the spymaster finally smiled when Dysius seemed to be alerted of someone's presence. Knowing full well attempting to hide or disassuade him from the truth, instead Magnus stepped out in the flickering dim light that weakly illuminated the nighttime streets, his back confident and his smile holding a hint of a swagger even as he bent at his waist as a show of respect to the lord. Technically, despite his status as Master Informer, Dysius held a position above him, and Magnus was well versed in the etiquette of upper society. "Lord Dysius, tis a surprise to see you in this quarters at this time of the night. May I be of any assistance?" he murmured politely, gaze flickering down to the dog. "Your companion is quite adept, indeed. I do not mean any harm, but was simply making my way home tonight." For a moment, Magnus paused as if he was considering his next words, before the male gave a mock sigh, and asked. "If... I may be so bold. What affair exactly, that has you in such a bad mood, Lord Dysius? Perhaps... I could help?"
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With the building of the Lower Levels well underway as the supplies had arrived just a day or two prior, Magnus had been busy almost everyday with supervising and ensuring the work went smoothly. It was a blessing that most of the Colchian military were quick to jump in to assist, making sure that work went much more smoothly and quickly then he had planned it to be. Many of the Advisors found themselves worked to the bone in the recent months of much calamity which had found its way to Midas, but the people of Colchis was beginning to have some form of hope again. After a terrific storm and then a fire that ravaged their Lower Levels, the recent discovery of the new vein of gold made Magnus hope that perhaps, the Gods have let up on their anger to their rocky kingdom.
That being said however, he was fully aware he was supposed to make his way to Arcanes soon. While there was no set date nor time, he was not a fool as to think he could keep Iolanthe waiting forever, and neither did he want to. In a way, the spymaster found himself quite eager to see the young widow, if only because she was as eager to see him. Participation did give one great enjoyment in the sport that they partook in together. Yet missives were all he could offer her for now.
He had just been on his way back from seeking out one of the runner boys he favored, to ask him to deliver his latest missive to Iolanthe detailing the work they had done to fix the Lower Levels. The exchange of letters were brief, short, but performed its perfunctory function in keeping in touch in the time she would be back in her province whilst he worked his duties in Midas. Due to the overseeing duties he had to partake in, it was quite late by the time Magnus managed to find the errand boy he sought, paid the boy in coin, before making his way back. His footfalls were light on the streets as he walked, a habit he had picked up after many years of being Master Informer, as did his keen sense for information.
It was a rough frisson of alert that ran under his skin, which made Magnus look up from where he was meandering his way back to his family manor right on the edges of where the Upper Levels met the Lower. The spymaster recognized the heir to the Thanasi house easily, it was his job after all. Lord Dysius was said to be little more then a pawn for his eldest sister, Lady Nethis who was said to be in control of the household affairs. Many more, say of the young Thanasi's dalliances with men in the night, while those rumors were unclear, Magnus knew more. He knew of the Lord Dysius's cunning mind and williness to secure his family goals. The young, small male was beyond just clever and cunning - he was ambitious, a trait that would prove more dangerous then others.
Exactly why Magnus kept an eye out.
Hands which had been tucked within the folds of his maroon chiton, now came out as he watched the young lord grumble absently, as if he did not notice the presence of other's around him. Of course, the hour was not early by any means, for the streets were quiet, but the young one was careless if he did not check before mindlessly speaking.
Noticing the dog suddenly noting his presence when the wind picked up, the spymaster finally smiled when Dysius seemed to be alerted of someone's presence. Knowing full well attempting to hide or disassuade him from the truth, instead Magnus stepped out in the flickering dim light that weakly illuminated the nighttime streets, his back confident and his smile holding a hint of a swagger even as he bent at his waist as a show of respect to the lord. Technically, despite his status as Master Informer, Dysius held a position above him, and Magnus was well versed in the etiquette of upper society. "Lord Dysius, tis a surprise to see you in this quarters at this time of the night. May I be of any assistance?" he murmured politely, gaze flickering down to the dog. "Your companion is quite adept, indeed. I do not mean any harm, but was simply making my way home tonight." For a moment, Magnus paused as if he was considering his next words, before the male gave a mock sigh, and asked. "If... I may be so bold. What affair exactly, that has you in such a bad mood, Lord Dysius? Perhaps... I could help?"
With the building of the Lower Levels well underway as the supplies had arrived just a day or two prior, Magnus had been busy almost everyday with supervising and ensuring the work went smoothly. It was a blessing that most of the Colchian military were quick to jump in to assist, making sure that work went much more smoothly and quickly then he had planned it to be. Many of the Advisors found themselves worked to the bone in the recent months of much calamity which had found its way to Midas, but the people of Colchis was beginning to have some form of hope again. After a terrific storm and then a fire that ravaged their Lower Levels, the recent discovery of the new vein of gold made Magnus hope that perhaps, the Gods have let up on their anger to their rocky kingdom.
That being said however, he was fully aware he was supposed to make his way to Arcanes soon. While there was no set date nor time, he was not a fool as to think he could keep Iolanthe waiting forever, and neither did he want to. In a way, the spymaster found himself quite eager to see the young widow, if only because she was as eager to see him. Participation did give one great enjoyment in the sport that they partook in together. Yet missives were all he could offer her for now.
He had just been on his way back from seeking out one of the runner boys he favored, to ask him to deliver his latest missive to Iolanthe detailing the work they had done to fix the Lower Levels. The exchange of letters were brief, short, but performed its perfunctory function in keeping in touch in the time she would be back in her province whilst he worked his duties in Midas. Due to the overseeing duties he had to partake in, it was quite late by the time Magnus managed to find the errand boy he sought, paid the boy in coin, before making his way back. His footfalls were light on the streets as he walked, a habit he had picked up after many years of being Master Informer, as did his keen sense for information.
It was a rough frisson of alert that ran under his skin, which made Magnus look up from where he was meandering his way back to his family manor right on the edges of where the Upper Levels met the Lower. The spymaster recognized the heir to the Thanasi house easily, it was his job after all. Lord Dysius was said to be little more then a pawn for his eldest sister, Lady Nethis who was said to be in control of the household affairs. Many more, say of the young Thanasi's dalliances with men in the night, while those rumors were unclear, Magnus knew more. He knew of the Lord Dysius's cunning mind and williness to secure his family goals. The young, small male was beyond just clever and cunning - he was ambitious, a trait that would prove more dangerous then others.
Exactly why Magnus kept an eye out.
Hands which had been tucked within the folds of his maroon chiton, now came out as he watched the young lord grumble absently, as if he did not notice the presence of other's around him. Of course, the hour was not early by any means, for the streets were quiet, but the young one was careless if he did not check before mindlessly speaking.
Noticing the dog suddenly noting his presence when the wind picked up, the spymaster finally smiled when Dysius seemed to be alerted of someone's presence. Knowing full well attempting to hide or disassuade him from the truth, instead Magnus stepped out in the flickering dim light that weakly illuminated the nighttime streets, his back confident and his smile holding a hint of a swagger even as he bent at his waist as a show of respect to the lord. Technically, despite his status as Master Informer, Dysius held a position above him, and Magnus was well versed in the etiquette of upper society. "Lord Dysius, tis a surprise to see you in this quarters at this time of the night. May I be of any assistance?" he murmured politely, gaze flickering down to the dog. "Your companion is quite adept, indeed. I do not mean any harm, but was simply making my way home tonight." For a moment, Magnus paused as if he was considering his next words, before the male gave a mock sigh, and asked. "If... I may be so bold. What affair exactly, that has you in such a bad mood, Lord Dysius? Perhaps... I could help?"
