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It was strange being back in his birth country. He couldn’t call it a homeland for he felt as much home here as everywhere else, and with each journey that took him farther and farther from his roots it was difficult to think of himself as belonging to any one kingdom. The sea was his home and the ships he rode over it, and that was how he wanted it to be for as long as he lived. Sailing and going on adventures, seeing new lands, hearing new languages, singing new songs, it was everything an orphan boy from the streets could dream of. Vasiliádon was not his birth province but he had been back here more frequently than Oettias, settling himself as best he could for a few days before the next boat left and he was off again.
He’d let a room over a tavern, but after his initial recovery he found his legs itching to move and stretch, and found himself striding through the markets of the city. Everywhere he looked it was something new, some flash of color or noise of human or animal and it was here among this chaos that he felt the most at home. The silence of land bothered him, made him feel unsettled and uneasy when he heard nothing at all. The sea was never silent, waves always lapping, the creatures always calling to one another. Stopping to look at a collection of jewelry at one stand, he lifted a hand to the hoop in his left ear, fingering it thoughtfully though in the end he passed the vendor by. He could spend more on frivolous things once he’d saved enough to buy his own ship.
A gaggle if children down the way made him laugh and he caught the ball they were playing with, joining in the game easily as the kicked it back and forth to one another until it sailed through the air from one foul motion. Wincing as he saw its destination, Esdras rushed forward to aid the woman with her basket of trinkets who was sitting nearby.
”Forgive me mistress, I didn’t mean to upset your things.”
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It was strange being back in his birth country. He couldn’t call it a homeland for he felt as much home here as everywhere else, and with each journey that took him farther and farther from his roots it was difficult to think of himself as belonging to any one kingdom. The sea was his home and the ships he rode over it, and that was how he wanted it to be for as long as he lived. Sailing and going on adventures, seeing new lands, hearing new languages, singing new songs, it was everything an orphan boy from the streets could dream of. Vasiliádon was not his birth province but he had been back here more frequently than Oettias, settling himself as best he could for a few days before the next boat left and he was off again.
He’d let a room over a tavern, but after his initial recovery he found his legs itching to move and stretch, and found himself striding through the markets of the city. Everywhere he looked it was something new, some flash of color or noise of human or animal and it was here among this chaos that he felt the most at home. The silence of land bothered him, made him feel unsettled and uneasy when he heard nothing at all. The sea was never silent, waves always lapping, the creatures always calling to one another. Stopping to look at a collection of jewelry at one stand, he lifted a hand to the hoop in his left ear, fingering it thoughtfully though in the end he passed the vendor by. He could spend more on frivolous things once he’d saved enough to buy his own ship.
A gaggle if children down the way made him laugh and he caught the ball they were playing with, joining in the game easily as the kicked it back and forth to one another until it sailed through the air from one foul motion. Wincing as he saw its destination, Esdras rushed forward to aid the woman with her basket of trinkets who was sitting nearby.
”Forgive me mistress, I didn’t mean to upset your things.”
It was strange being back in his birth country. He couldn’t call it a homeland for he felt as much home here as everywhere else, and with each journey that took him farther and farther from his roots it was difficult to think of himself as belonging to any one kingdom. The sea was his home and the ships he rode over it, and that was how he wanted it to be for as long as he lived. Sailing and going on adventures, seeing new lands, hearing new languages, singing new songs, it was everything an orphan boy from the streets could dream of. Vasiliádon was not his birth province but he had been back here more frequently than Oettias, settling himself as best he could for a few days before the next boat left and he was off again.
He’d let a room over a tavern, but after his initial recovery he found his legs itching to move and stretch, and found himself striding through the markets of the city. Everywhere he looked it was something new, some flash of color or noise of human or animal and it was here among this chaos that he felt the most at home. The silence of land bothered him, made him feel unsettled and uneasy when he heard nothing at all. The sea was never silent, waves always lapping, the creatures always calling to one another. Stopping to look at a collection of jewelry at one stand, he lifted a hand to the hoop in his left ear, fingering it thoughtfully though in the end he passed the vendor by. He could spend more on frivolous things once he’d saved enough to buy his own ship.
A gaggle if children down the way made him laugh and he caught the ball they were playing with, joining in the game easily as the kicked it back and forth to one another until it sailed through the air from one foul motion. Wincing as he saw its destination, Esdras rushed forward to aid the woman with her basket of trinkets who was sitting nearby.
”Forgive me mistress, I didn’t mean to upset your things.”
It was a nice day out, and Chrysanthe had taken some of the children down to the market for them to sell their wares. Chrysanthe carried her basket full of crafts made by her and the children, leaving the children free to frolic around as she walked into the city center, and the market square. The children had run on ahead of her, and Chrysanthe hadn’t begrudged them that. They were still children, after all, they needed to find time to play. Despite what Rhode might say about them needing to earn their keep, it didn’t mean that they needed to be working all of the time. Chrysanthe herself took the walk slowly, savoring the few moments of free time that she could steal away from either looking after the children or looking after the sale of her goods.
By the time Chrysanthe had made her way into the city, some of the children had joined in with some of the city children in playing some sort of ball game with rules that seemed completely impenetrable to Chrysanthe. She was sure that the games she had played as a child had never been quite that complicated. The thought of her own childhood brought her up short. When she was that age she was still at home with her brothers and sisters. She pushed away the thought. As much as she missed her family terribly, there was nothing she could do to bring that part of her life back. It was best not to dwell on it.
Chrysanthe didn’t want to interrupt the children’s games before she had to, so she started setting up. Laying out a blanket on the ground so she could sit without grinding dirt into one of only two plain linen chitons that she owned. Sitting down on the ground, she glanced up to see that a man had joined in the game with the children, and she smiled, glad to see someone sharing in the joy of the children.
Chrysanthe began laying out her wares on the blanket when a sudden motion sent her basket sprawling across the ground. It was a moment before she realized that it had been a ball from the game. As she began to gather up the items that had been strewn around, the man who had been playing with the children rushed over and apologized for the mishap. Chrysanthe looked up with a smile, dusting off one of the pieces of cloth against her skirt. ”No harm was done.” she replied cheerfully. Though I don’t suppose I could interest you in a bracelet, or some of these woven cloths? It’s for the children.” Chrysanthe glanced back over to where the children were playing. One of the children has already gone to retrieve the ball that had bounced off down the street, and they had gotten right back to their ball game.
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It was a nice day out, and Chrysanthe had taken some of the children down to the market for them to sell their wares. Chrysanthe carried her basket full of crafts made by her and the children, leaving the children free to frolic around as she walked into the city center, and the market square. The children had run on ahead of her, and Chrysanthe hadn’t begrudged them that. They were still children, after all, they needed to find time to play. Despite what Rhode might say about them needing to earn their keep, it didn’t mean that they needed to be working all of the time. Chrysanthe herself took the walk slowly, savoring the few moments of free time that she could steal away from either looking after the children or looking after the sale of her goods.
By the time Chrysanthe had made her way into the city, some of the children had joined in with some of the city children in playing some sort of ball game with rules that seemed completely impenetrable to Chrysanthe. She was sure that the games she had played as a child had never been quite that complicated. The thought of her own childhood brought her up short. When she was that age she was still at home with her brothers and sisters. She pushed away the thought. As much as she missed her family terribly, there was nothing she could do to bring that part of her life back. It was best not to dwell on it.
Chrysanthe didn’t want to interrupt the children’s games before she had to, so she started setting up. Laying out a blanket on the ground so she could sit without grinding dirt into one of only two plain linen chitons that she owned. Sitting down on the ground, she glanced up to see that a man had joined in the game with the children, and she smiled, glad to see someone sharing in the joy of the children.
Chrysanthe began laying out her wares on the blanket when a sudden motion sent her basket sprawling across the ground. It was a moment before she realized that it had been a ball from the game. As she began to gather up the items that had been strewn around, the man who had been playing with the children rushed over and apologized for the mishap. Chrysanthe looked up with a smile, dusting off one of the pieces of cloth against her skirt. ”No harm was done.” she replied cheerfully. Though I don’t suppose I could interest you in a bracelet, or some of these woven cloths? It’s for the children.” Chrysanthe glanced back over to where the children were playing. One of the children has already gone to retrieve the ball that had bounced off down the street, and they had gotten right back to their ball game.
It was a nice day out, and Chrysanthe had taken some of the children down to the market for them to sell their wares. Chrysanthe carried her basket full of crafts made by her and the children, leaving the children free to frolic around as she walked into the city center, and the market square. The children had run on ahead of her, and Chrysanthe hadn’t begrudged them that. They were still children, after all, they needed to find time to play. Despite what Rhode might say about them needing to earn their keep, it didn’t mean that they needed to be working all of the time. Chrysanthe herself took the walk slowly, savoring the few moments of free time that she could steal away from either looking after the children or looking after the sale of her goods.
By the time Chrysanthe had made her way into the city, some of the children had joined in with some of the city children in playing some sort of ball game with rules that seemed completely impenetrable to Chrysanthe. She was sure that the games she had played as a child had never been quite that complicated. The thought of her own childhood brought her up short. When she was that age she was still at home with her brothers and sisters. She pushed away the thought. As much as she missed her family terribly, there was nothing she could do to bring that part of her life back. It was best not to dwell on it.
Chrysanthe didn’t want to interrupt the children’s games before she had to, so she started setting up. Laying out a blanket on the ground so she could sit without grinding dirt into one of only two plain linen chitons that she owned. Sitting down on the ground, she glanced up to see that a man had joined in the game with the children, and she smiled, glad to see someone sharing in the joy of the children.
Chrysanthe began laying out her wares on the blanket when a sudden motion sent her basket sprawling across the ground. It was a moment before she realized that it had been a ball from the game. As she began to gather up the items that had been strewn around, the man who had been playing with the children rushed over and apologized for the mishap. Chrysanthe looked up with a smile, dusting off one of the pieces of cloth against her skirt. ”No harm was done.” she replied cheerfully. Though I don’t suppose I could interest you in a bracelet, or some of these woven cloths? It’s for the children.” Chrysanthe glanced back over to where the children were playing. One of the children has already gone to retrieve the ball that had bounced off down the street, and they had gotten right back to their ball game.
