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[attr="class","ic_year"]Panamos, 682 BC

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[attr="class","ic_message_scroll"]She had arrived in Midas yesterday, after a carriage ride that lasted a whole day - a carriage ride in which she had deep conversations, shared laughter and jokes with Yiannis, and was generally a day she would not forget about anytime soon.

But then again, Zenais was beginning to realize that anyday with Yiannis was not a day she wanted to forget.

Upon their arrival, Zenais had been deposited at the town manor of the Alistaire house, and Yiannis had apologetically told her that for the day after, he would be caught up in his duties as the third son of the royal family. After which, he would come visit her - but for the day, Zenais was on her own devices. Her father had spared her some money, money that Zenais was loathe to use, now that she knew of her family's financial constraints.

But Yiannis too, had said that she was to get some new dresses made. Any cost incurred, he asked to charge it to his expense for now. And while she did not wish to come off as a money monger, she found herself intrigued. Her father did not starve her, nor did he deny her of anything, but Zenais had put off asking for new dresses for a few weeks ever since she found out. Yet now that she was to attend balls and court in the presence of the royal family, on the arm of the third prince, surely she could not just waltz up there in her old chitons, could she?

Taking heed of her mother's warnings, the brunette finally decided to take a gambol into the streets of Midas at mid-afternoon, that autumn day. The weather was beginning to turn as the winter months approached, and Zenais knew she had to get some thicker himations and chitons made as well. With two guards behind her, and a lady's maid on her heels, the young sixteen year old wandered down the streets of Midas, eagerly accepting a fresh plum to bite in, as her eyes took in the sights of the Colchian capital. In her sixteen years, this was likely her first trip to the capital. Her father would bring Calix whenever he needed to attend Senate meetings, but otherwise Zenais was left at home with Effie to learn the art of being a lady.

The streets were busy, quite unlike the calm and sedate market of Lyncaea she was used to. But what made Zenais's eyes sparkle was the vast availability of wares on sale. Even before she managed to make her way to the seamstress shop that the lady's maid had recommended, she had come away with a new set of golden bangles and a fresh rose tucked behind her ear.

Guilty at spending when she had reminded herself not to, Zenais was resolute as she stepped into the shop the maid had pointed out, her eyes roaming the small, unfamiliar area to her as she spoke out, "Hello there? I'm here to see for some new dresses to be made."
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