Two highborn girls found comfort under a large tree, which provided shade thanks to the abundant amount of leaves it supplied for them. The amount of wealth their family and royal House possessed wasn't enough to halt their gauche appearances, they were both unaware that their appearances grew overtime for they both thought that their bodies and faces would stay glued to them forever. It was 681 B.C. in the cloudless month of Teleos, a month where both of the girls by the name of Evangelina and Nana cared less about becoming decent noblewomen... Unless a particular male was around, of course. Nana's sister and Evangelina's cousins were the most beautiful women in Taengea, according to their family members and the public. Selene was a beautiful woman of twenty, with long blonde hair past her shoulders and eyes of blue. Theodora and Olympia, both seventeen and sixteen, had darker hair and different eye colors that compliment their gleaming dark locks. Meanwhile, Nana's hair was a cross between brown and blonde and her eyes shone a murky brown along with her... eyebrows. Oh her eyebrows! Unlike her older sisters' thin ones, the Gods made a mockery and filled hers out! No matter how many times she's plucked those shaggy pests, it grew overnight. It felt like a curse, almost as if the deities refused to let go of their inside joke, so instead of plucking she just wore it out with different chitons to match.

Her chiton failed to match, because she used her dyed bedsheets instead of the ones the slaves made for her. On that Teleos day, she wore blue for the top with an ivory belt to pull the bedsheets together and a red comforter that served as a small 'dress'. One side of her hair was in a low braid, whilst the other was left alone, it looked as if a seven year old had done her hair. The twelve year old girl refused each and any slave to dress and fuss with her hair, she preferred to do everything on her own due to the supposed curse the Gods had placed on her. Anytime something bad happened to her, she blamed the 'curse', and now she pinned the blame on them for this... Crazy itch she's been having on her scalp.

Reaching up, the naive girl's nails scraped at her swollen scalp as she watched the foals and horses play together on her cousin's fields outside of the Acharist Manor. The grass tickled at their legs as they both sat, chattering away about their wishes to grow up faster and Lord Nikos of Condos. Nana couldn't help but envy Evie for having a little brother, boys were mighty ugly when they were little so a girl would have nothing to worry about when it came to her looks. But she did understand that boys gained significance for being boys, so Evie's parents and Lord Fotios made Konstantino feel like the most fair child in Greece while leaving their daughter to herself. It didn't seem fair to Nana, so she asked Evie to be her sister and their kinship grew and grew. Sure she had sisters that were prettier than she was, but she was all the more grateful to share her awkward looks with another inelegant girl such as Evie. There was Imma too, but Imma was starting to look more like Selene everyday. The second youngest tries her hardest to stop that from happening, by poking fun at the youngest's looks and artistic talent to her face, but that doesn't seem to take effect. Darn the curse!

"More rags? Aunt Eirini?" Nana asked, countering the brunette's inquiry with another. "I think so! Although, I do remember seeing Lady Floros at my manor trying to run towards one of our horses and it looked as if her breasts were about to spill from her peplos! The stablehands couldn't stop looking, yet Lord Nikos is unlike any other man." The girls held high beliefs towards the Lord of House Condos, a House renowned for the delicious wines. Nana's favorite was the one Lord Nikos liked, even if it is a bitter one she'd still like it. Shaking her head, she grabbed the rags and leaned over to shove them down Evie's chiton. "But just in case he acts like an animal, you'll have these to protect you! Just in case!" Even though they both loved Nikos, the other Leventi wasn't one to sabotage her sister's chances with him. Well, not subtly anyway. Lord Nikos wasn't like any other man, right?

Nana pursed her lips together to abstain from laughter as Evie twisted around to show her newer chest. The corners of her lips lifted as if to show a smile, a smile to prevent herself from laughing. "I know his sister would notice," She replied, adding an eyeroll at the mere mention of Lady Ophelia. "Ophelia always try to hover over us when he's around, what a blabber er, the nerve of her!" The older sister of their shared lover would stop by and ask if he had hurt them or said anything distasteful to them, especially when the only distasteful thing was her presence! "Besides, if you locked him in the stables, I'd have to be there! He loves me too, you know." In her daft mind, the girl with hair the color of dark gold thought that both her and Evie would share Nikos, only Nikos would like her a bit more.. Hopefully, the mean deities wouldn't stop that from happening.

As Evie stood and plucked an apple from the tree, Nana rose from her spot and did the same, thinking it was time to feed the mischievous foals. Yet her cousin had another idea in mind. "Pfft, why doesn't your father like him? We'll both have to marry him when we turn fifteen," She was counting down the days for the shared marriage. "He'll have to get over it. Does Tino like him?"

Her brown eyes widened as the apples were held to her cousin's chest, she picked another from the tree and stuffed it in her chiton before sauntering over. Soon, the foals heard another apple being plucked from the tree, their sharp minds able to tell when it was time to snack; only one was brave enough to amble towards the girls. "Yes, here, I'll do it for you!" Nana said, attempting to take two more apples from a branch with each step taken. As she placed both of them under Evie's slip, a deep and familiar voice called out to them.

"Why, if it isn't my two favorite ladies!"

Alarmed, the foal and another charged past the handsome older man to whom the voice belonged to and galloped over to the girls. As they made it over, one nudged it's head under Nana's 'chest' and both apples flew up and hit her chin. "OW! NO!!!!!" She cried, unprepared for the attack as the two fruits rose up and one flew down towards Evie's ear. Another foal would attempt to nudge the apples from Evie's slip...

Nana's refusal to stop picking at her scalp reversed itself into a loud groan towards Evie's plea, her nails scraping the flakes falling from her flesh and landing on top of her makeshift 'chiton'. She winced as her sharp nails reached a small aching sore at the top, her fingers curled into a fist so the knuckles could rub over the sore to resume further itching. Now which mischievous deity drop the vexing sore? Was it Hermes applying salt on open wounds? Couldn't they all knock it off for once? First the hair, then the eyebrows, and now the hair again? Well, no matter how many curses the Gods would throw at her, she wasn't going to cry! With a sharp inhale, she purses her lips tightly in an attempt to prevent herself from sobbing whilst continuing to scratch-- no rub her hair instead.

"Uh-huh!" Nana confirmed, reassuring that Evangelina had heard correctly. The Lady Floros was a peasant woman in Macdenia who borrowed their horses to model for miniature horse figurines that she sold in the Agorá, she was someone who was enthusiastic about horses but had a quick temper when others focused on her chest area rather than her eyes. The noble lady of twelve felt little to no pity for the woman, feeling that she should be grateful that people are even looking at her! Even if it was in adoration. She wondered what it was like for someone to look at you with admiration or adoration in their eyes, although both emotions were the same to her. "Right!? Lord Nikos is clever, handsome, clean, and witty! Which is why he is the perfect match for girls like us, he'd never fall for her," She removed her hands from her hair and started picking under her nails, smoothing the dirt on the bedsheet that served as a skirt. "Plus, only stupid boys fall for large breasts and that's... half of the Taengean noblemen AND scholars that ogle at Aunt Eirini's."

Not realizing that she stuffed more rags than her cousin's chiton could hold, she continued poking and prodding to make sure that Evie looked 'shapely' enough. Her brown eyes shot up once her cousin claimed she didn't mind, and a small smile crept over Nana's lips over that, relieved that her cousin also didn't mind any attention. Such confidence would work out in both of their favors during hers and Evie's wedding, everyone would stare after all, they would both be wed to the same person which was extremely rare in Taengea. Still, Nikos of Condos was a man although not a stupid man, still a man. "Lord Nikos is still a man and most are at risk for stupidity," An overprotective attitude took over as she tucked in the remaining rag, but was quickly shadowed by sheer optimism. "Hopefully you're right! Hm, do you think Lord Nikos is Dionysus in the flesh? He could be a God with all his wiles and charm-- a nicer God." Did nicer Gods exist? Or did they all bring forth unfair curses?

A quick readjustment by Evie hadn't gone unnoticed by Nana, who placed her hand over her heart and tilted her head shaking it sideways, indicating that she was grateful that her 'sister' was able to cover up what she missed. On the topic of the galling Ophelia, the Leventi girl listened intently to her equal who knew more about having a brother than she did. Evie's intelligent observation did reinforce her 'Men are stupid' idea and it made her more than satisfied that she was correct. But Ophelia being on guard over Lord Nikos? It was absurd, because they were not kin to the House of Condos so it doesn't really add up. "I still think she should keep her nose out of our business," The girl replied, grimacing at the mention of Ophelia. "You and Selene are much better sisters than she is to Lord Nikos, with the way she's going I'll reckon she'll be a spinster forever!" And a scheme was brought forth. "Once we rule House Condos- urm with Lord Nikos, we'll have to marry her off quickly, yes?" In regards to locking Lord Nikos in the stable with them, she laughed and nodded in agreement.

A mocking cry erupted from the inelegant adolescent, clicking her tongue as she rubbed the apple she picked on her crust-covered lower 'chiton'. "A little girl, he says!? Next time, tell him you're a woman now," Encouraged the young lady, shaking her head as her sisterly cousin picked another apple. "It stuns my father to silence when I do that, but I only do it when-" Her eyes lowered to the apple, scratching at her scalp once more. "--When mother's not around?" Nana prefered her father's soft-spoken voice aside from her mother's demanding one. Her father could be stern at times, but was a bit meek and daft compared to his brothers which also helped reinforce the younger girl's opinion about men. She perked up in no time, "The milkmaid is right! We deserve men not boys!" And with that, she fussed with the apples in her and Evie's chiton, rolling her eyes at the commend concerning Konstantinos.

Once the famed Lord Nikos arrived, two foals ran amock and caused havoc amongst the girls and their 'future husband'! The apple previously stuffed under her 'chiton' bounced against her chin and rolled over the green pasture. The girl with messy dark blonde hair wanted to curse the Gods for cursing her- until the Lord of Condos picked up the apple and... took a bite. Nana held her breath, her hands over her the rags spilling from her upper 'chiton' had gone unnoticed as she turned to Evie with wide eyes and a ragged breath.

He asked for their secrets in a powerful and poetic way, it almost made Nana feel faint and collapse on the spot. She placed her hand on her cousin's shoulder for support, patting it in reassurance to her answer. "Yes, we'd never keep anything from you!" She added with a smile, flipping her messy brade over her right shoulder. "But... I- I mean we're wondering if you'd do the same for us, Nikki?" It was a new nickname she thought of exactly on the spot, hopefully he'd like it; because it was a name she would always use once all three of them were together. Always.