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While the worst of Boreas's rage was directed at Colchis, the tail end of the storm flicked around in order to hit the Athenian harbour. While no lives were lost and no destruction wrought on the city, the boats in the harbour were ravaged by the winds and the streets on the shoreline damaged by high tides. All around the harbour are littered goods, destroyed cargo and the remains of dozens of ships in severe need of repair. Princess Persephone has ordered the Athenian Guard, on behalf of the king, to offer up men to help with repairs and has send out a missive to the Athenian people, asking for their community spirit. As commoners and nobles alike make their way down to the harbour for two days of repairs and mending, many wonder what kind of tensions will arise from having so many different classes of people suddenly thrown together.
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While the worst of Boreas's rage was directed at Colchis, the tail end of the storm flicked around in order to hit the Athenian harbour. While no lives were lost and no destruction wrought on the city, the boats in the harbour were ravaged by the winds and the streets on the shoreline damaged by high tides. All around the harbour are littered goods, destroyed cargo and the remains of dozens of ships in severe need of repair. Princess Persephone has ordered the Athenian Guard, on behalf of the king, to offer up men to help with repairs and has send out a missive to the Athenian people, asking for their community spirit. As commoners and nobles alike make their way down to the harbour for two days of repairs and mending, many wonder what kind of tensions will arise from having so many different classes of people suddenly thrown together.
Harbour Recovery Event - Athenia
While the worst of Boreas's rage was directed at Colchis, the tail end of the storm flicked around in order to hit the Athenian harbour. While no lives were lost and no destruction wrought on the city, the boats in the harbour were ravaged by the winds and the streets on the shoreline damaged by high tides. All around the harbour are littered goods, destroyed cargo and the remains of dozens of ships in severe need of repair. Princess Persephone has ordered the Athenian Guard, on behalf of the king, to offer up men to help with repairs and has send out a missive to the Athenian people, asking for their community spirit. As commoners and nobles alike make their way down to the harbour for two days of repairs and mending, many wonder what kind of tensions will arise from having so many different classes of people suddenly thrown together.
Walking down the broken roads, their silhouettes only made clear by the early morning light, was all but a hunter and a young civilian. They marched their way down towards the harbour, the young civilian girl seemingly pulling the hand of the begrudging hunter. Desolation lied in front of them as they approached. Cracked roads, and the beaches filled with rotting cargo, scraps of ships, and small riches, a thieves wonderland. Well that would be, if it wasn't for the amount of guards which crawled around the area. A fact which made the hunter rather timid within the area. He could feel their eyes crawling over his body, all suspecting him of doing something, and the hunter was sure he would of been called to attention if it wasn't for his friend by his side, dragging him along closer to the desolation.
The hunter was dressed in simple, cheap, robes of green and brown, his feet bare as they sunk into the hot sand of the beach. Yet he appeared to be wealthier than he first appeared with the simple piece of leather armour covering his chest. Perhaps it did not offer the most protection, however it kept what was most important safe, and truly that was all he cared about. A bow and quill of arrows hung on his back, whilst a simple hatchet clattered against his side, as he was pulled further. The girl pulling his, probably no older than sixteen, was pretty. Bright ocean blue eyes, and long sandy blonde hair which waved in the air. Her hair was simply braided into a long ponytail, something which showed her to be of working class, along with her strong arms. She wore simple white robes, but unlike her hunter friend, she wore sandals.
"Adrasteia!" The hunter called out, his voice soaked with frustration as he was once again forcefully tugged along by the girl, who clenched his hand with the force of a closed vice. The girl stopped dead in her tracks, causing the hunter to walk forward without notice, only to find himself tripping over the girl. Practically falling over the girl, due to her being several inches shorter, the hunter stumbled forward, yet was kept from falling by the girl's hold. "Can you please explain to me, why you dragged me out here? I was getting ready for a hunt and you come along and pull me away without warning!" He growled, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Without warning there was suddenly a sharp pain that spiked through the hunter's wrist, as his hand was twisted to an impossible angle. Gritting his teeth, he narrowed his eyes at the girl, opening his mouth to speak, swear, damn the gods on her, call out for Artemis to smite her, yet that was all silenced by the glare that could freeze the heart of any beast or man. "Listen Belen." She growled, pulling the hunter in close. "Last summer you not only got me in trouble with my father, but my father in trouble with the guard.. And today you are going to repay that by helping me and my father repair his boat so he can still fish, understand?" Her words were cold, and stung like poisoned daggers.
Belen only could narrow his eyes as his hand was let go. "Fine I assume it is only fair then." Belen mumbled in defeat, now unable to meet the girls scowled. "Let us just move further down to the beach so we can get this over and done with, shall we?" The hunter said, hanging his head a bit, as a smile reappeared on the girl's lip. Adrasteia jumped a small bit, giving a happy little clap, as she marched on further down towards the beach, with Belen following close behind. A cloud of despair and frustration hanging over his head.
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Walking down the broken roads, their silhouettes only made clear by the early morning light, was all but a hunter and a young civilian. They marched their way down towards the harbour, the young civilian girl seemingly pulling the hand of the begrudging hunter. Desolation lied in front of them as they approached. Cracked roads, and the beaches filled with rotting cargo, scraps of ships, and small riches, a thieves wonderland. Well that would be, if it wasn't for the amount of guards which crawled around the area. A fact which made the hunter rather timid within the area. He could feel their eyes crawling over his body, all suspecting him of doing something, and the hunter was sure he would of been called to attention if it wasn't for his friend by his side, dragging him along closer to the desolation.
The hunter was dressed in simple, cheap, robes of green and brown, his feet bare as they sunk into the hot sand of the beach. Yet he appeared to be wealthier than he first appeared with the simple piece of leather armour covering his chest. Perhaps it did not offer the most protection, however it kept what was most important safe, and truly that was all he cared about. A bow and quill of arrows hung on his back, whilst a simple hatchet clattered against his side, as he was pulled further. The girl pulling his, probably no older than sixteen, was pretty. Bright ocean blue eyes, and long sandy blonde hair which waved in the air. Her hair was simply braided into a long ponytail, something which showed her to be of working class, along with her strong arms. She wore simple white robes, but unlike her hunter friend, she wore sandals.
"Adrasteia!" The hunter called out, his voice soaked with frustration as he was once again forcefully tugged along by the girl, who clenched his hand with the force of a closed vice. The girl stopped dead in her tracks, causing the hunter to walk forward without notice, only to find himself tripping over the girl. Practically falling over the girl, due to her being several inches shorter, the hunter stumbled forward, yet was kept from falling by the girl's hold. "Can you please explain to me, why you dragged me out here? I was getting ready for a hunt and you come along and pull me away without warning!" He growled, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Without warning there was suddenly a sharp pain that spiked through the hunter's wrist, as his hand was twisted to an impossible angle. Gritting his teeth, he narrowed his eyes at the girl, opening his mouth to speak, swear, damn the gods on her, call out for Artemis to smite her, yet that was all silenced by the glare that could freeze the heart of any beast or man. "Listen Belen." She growled, pulling the hunter in close. "Last summer you not only got me in trouble with my father, but my father in trouble with the guard.. And today you are going to repay that by helping me and my father repair his boat so he can still fish, understand?" Her words were cold, and stung like poisoned daggers.
Belen only could narrow his eyes as his hand was let go. "Fine I assume it is only fair then." Belen mumbled in defeat, now unable to meet the girls scowled. "Let us just move further down to the beach so we can get this over and done with, shall we?" The hunter said, hanging his head a bit, as a smile reappeared on the girl's lip. Adrasteia jumped a small bit, giving a happy little clap, as she marched on further down towards the beach, with Belen following close behind. A cloud of despair and frustration hanging over his head.
Walking down the broken roads, their silhouettes only made clear by the early morning light, was all but a hunter and a young civilian. They marched their way down towards the harbour, the young civilian girl seemingly pulling the hand of the begrudging hunter. Desolation lied in front of them as they approached. Cracked roads, and the beaches filled with rotting cargo, scraps of ships, and small riches, a thieves wonderland. Well that would be, if it wasn't for the amount of guards which crawled around the area. A fact which made the hunter rather timid within the area. He could feel their eyes crawling over his body, all suspecting him of doing something, and the hunter was sure he would of been called to attention if it wasn't for his friend by his side, dragging him along closer to the desolation.
The hunter was dressed in simple, cheap, robes of green and brown, his feet bare as they sunk into the hot sand of the beach. Yet he appeared to be wealthier than he first appeared with the simple piece of leather armour covering his chest. Perhaps it did not offer the most protection, however it kept what was most important safe, and truly that was all he cared about. A bow and quill of arrows hung on his back, whilst a simple hatchet clattered against his side, as he was pulled further. The girl pulling his, probably no older than sixteen, was pretty. Bright ocean blue eyes, and long sandy blonde hair which waved in the air. Her hair was simply braided into a long ponytail, something which showed her to be of working class, along with her strong arms. She wore simple white robes, but unlike her hunter friend, she wore sandals.
"Adrasteia!" The hunter called out, his voice soaked with frustration as he was once again forcefully tugged along by the girl, who clenched his hand with the force of a closed vice. The girl stopped dead in her tracks, causing the hunter to walk forward without notice, only to find himself tripping over the girl. Practically falling over the girl, due to her being several inches shorter, the hunter stumbled forward, yet was kept from falling by the girl's hold. "Can you please explain to me, why you dragged me out here? I was getting ready for a hunt and you come along and pull me away without warning!" He growled, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Without warning there was suddenly a sharp pain that spiked through the hunter's wrist, as his hand was twisted to an impossible angle. Gritting his teeth, he narrowed his eyes at the girl, opening his mouth to speak, swear, damn the gods on her, call out for Artemis to smite her, yet that was all silenced by the glare that could freeze the heart of any beast or man. "Listen Belen." She growled, pulling the hunter in close. "Last summer you not only got me in trouble with my father, but my father in trouble with the guard.. And today you are going to repay that by helping me and my father repair his boat so he can still fish, understand?" Her words were cold, and stung like poisoned daggers.
Belen only could narrow his eyes as his hand was let go. "Fine I assume it is only fair then." Belen mumbled in defeat, now unable to meet the girls scowled. "Let us just move further down to the beach so we can get this over and done with, shall we?" The hunter said, hanging his head a bit, as a smile reappeared on the girl's lip. Adrasteia jumped a small bit, giving a happy little clap, as she marched on further down towards the beach, with Belen following close behind. A cloud of despair and frustration hanging over his head.
Princess Emilia was not someone who participated greatly in... common chores. Don't get her wrong, Emilia was not a hard-hearted ice princess who did not care for her people. On the contrary, while she may not have as much devotion as her sister, Persephone, Emilia did genuinely care and was quite worried when the tail end of the storm hit and destroyed the harbor in Athenia. It's just that, well, she was perfectly concerned from her luxurious room in the royal palace of Athenia.
So when Persephone instructed her to head down to the harbour recovery efforts to at least help out, Emilia had spent enough time sulking. She had tried to explain herself; it wasn't that she didn't care, it was just that she had other... priorities. Besides, she had just revamped her wardrobe and none of her new chitons, togas or gowns matched what was necessary at the disaster site. Wouldn't she just be in the way?
But Persephone was nothing if not determined, and in the end Emilia was left with little other choice.
So armed with multiple copper hydriai's in a wagon, Emilia arrived astride her mare to the edges of the harbor, where her eyes immediately saw the destruction that had been caused by the storm. If this was the tail end of the storm, what had happened to Colchis? Biting her lip, the girl slowly slid down assisted by her servants, before picking up the ends of her emerald green chiton. It was a simple one, belted around her waist with a golden woven braid, and her sandals were normal kidskin sandals of no specialty whatsoever.
It was just handing out water, right? Simple. She can do that.
Gingerly, Emilia picked up her skirts and found her way across the edge where the mess began. Making her way around scraps of ships, cracked cobblestone pathways and washed up driftwood, the princess quickly directed her retainers to start pouring out the fresh water that was rarely available, from the hydriai's into the waiting mugs and whatever water containers the commoner's could scrounge up. Emilia smiled when the people thanked her, doing her best not to show her worry as she kept her chiton out of dirts way as possible.
She had kept her brunette locks wound up in a simple chignon on top of her head, leaving only a few tendrils framing the side of her face. These locks of hair were tossed by the wind as Emilia stood observing her retainers and servants doing as instructed. Instinctively, she turned her head in the direction which the wind blew, just in time to catch a slight girl admonishing a male, to which Emilia had to hide an ironic smile. While they were too far away to make of their features or face, it was obvious to the princess that she wasn't the only one not eager to be here.
"Gaius," she addressed one of the male servants dressed in simple garb. Gesturing for him to bring one of the many hydriai's she had brought with her, Emilia motioned at the two who had made their way further down the beach. "Bring some fresh water for those two too. Looks like they just got here."
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Princess Emilia was not someone who participated greatly in... common chores. Don't get her wrong, Emilia was not a hard-hearted ice princess who did not care for her people. On the contrary, while she may not have as much devotion as her sister, Persephone, Emilia did genuinely care and was quite worried when the tail end of the storm hit and destroyed the harbor in Athenia. It's just that, well, she was perfectly concerned from her luxurious room in the royal palace of Athenia.
So when Persephone instructed her to head down to the harbour recovery efforts to at least help out, Emilia had spent enough time sulking. She had tried to explain herself; it wasn't that she didn't care, it was just that she had other... priorities. Besides, she had just revamped her wardrobe and none of her new chitons, togas or gowns matched what was necessary at the disaster site. Wouldn't she just be in the way?
But Persephone was nothing if not determined, and in the end Emilia was left with little other choice.
So armed with multiple copper hydriai's in a wagon, Emilia arrived astride her mare to the edges of the harbor, where her eyes immediately saw the destruction that had been caused by the storm. If this was the tail end of the storm, what had happened to Colchis? Biting her lip, the girl slowly slid down assisted by her servants, before picking up the ends of her emerald green chiton. It was a simple one, belted around her waist with a golden woven braid, and her sandals were normal kidskin sandals of no specialty whatsoever.
It was just handing out water, right? Simple. She can do that.
Gingerly, Emilia picked up her skirts and found her way across the edge where the mess began. Making her way around scraps of ships, cracked cobblestone pathways and washed up driftwood, the princess quickly directed her retainers to start pouring out the fresh water that was rarely available, from the hydriai's into the waiting mugs and whatever water containers the commoner's could scrounge up. Emilia smiled when the people thanked her, doing her best not to show her worry as she kept her chiton out of dirts way as possible.
She had kept her brunette locks wound up in a simple chignon on top of her head, leaving only a few tendrils framing the side of her face. These locks of hair were tossed by the wind as Emilia stood observing her retainers and servants doing as instructed. Instinctively, she turned her head in the direction which the wind blew, just in time to catch a slight girl admonishing a male, to which Emilia had to hide an ironic smile. While they were too far away to make of their features or face, it was obvious to the princess that she wasn't the only one not eager to be here.
"Gaius," she addressed one of the male servants dressed in simple garb. Gesturing for him to bring one of the many hydriai's she had brought with her, Emilia motioned at the two who had made their way further down the beach. "Bring some fresh water for those two too. Looks like they just got here."
Princess Emilia was not someone who participated greatly in... common chores. Don't get her wrong, Emilia was not a hard-hearted ice princess who did not care for her people. On the contrary, while she may not have as much devotion as her sister, Persephone, Emilia did genuinely care and was quite worried when the tail end of the storm hit and destroyed the harbor in Athenia. It's just that, well, she was perfectly concerned from her luxurious room in the royal palace of Athenia.
So when Persephone instructed her to head down to the harbour recovery efforts to at least help out, Emilia had spent enough time sulking. She had tried to explain herself; it wasn't that she didn't care, it was just that she had other... priorities. Besides, she had just revamped her wardrobe and none of her new chitons, togas or gowns matched what was necessary at the disaster site. Wouldn't she just be in the way?
But Persephone was nothing if not determined, and in the end Emilia was left with little other choice.
So armed with multiple copper hydriai's in a wagon, Emilia arrived astride her mare to the edges of the harbor, where her eyes immediately saw the destruction that had been caused by the storm. If this was the tail end of the storm, what had happened to Colchis? Biting her lip, the girl slowly slid down assisted by her servants, before picking up the ends of her emerald green chiton. It was a simple one, belted around her waist with a golden woven braid, and her sandals were normal kidskin sandals of no specialty whatsoever.
It was just handing out water, right? Simple. She can do that.
Gingerly, Emilia picked up her skirts and found her way across the edge where the mess began. Making her way around scraps of ships, cracked cobblestone pathways and washed up driftwood, the princess quickly directed her retainers to start pouring out the fresh water that was rarely available, from the hydriai's into the waiting mugs and whatever water containers the commoner's could scrounge up. Emilia smiled when the people thanked her, doing her best not to show her worry as she kept her chiton out of dirts way as possible.
She had kept her brunette locks wound up in a simple chignon on top of her head, leaving only a few tendrils framing the side of her face. These locks of hair were tossed by the wind as Emilia stood observing her retainers and servants doing as instructed. Instinctively, she turned her head in the direction which the wind blew, just in time to catch a slight girl admonishing a male, to which Emilia had to hide an ironic smile. While they were too far away to make of their features or face, it was obvious to the princess that she wasn't the only one not eager to be here.
"Gaius," she addressed one of the male servants dressed in simple garb. Gesturing for him to bring one of the many hydriai's she had brought with her, Emilia motioned at the two who had made their way further down the beach. "Bring some fresh water for those two too. Looks like they just got here."
The hot sand, at first, was rather unpleasant. It filled in the gaps between his toes and made his feet sink into the ground, not to mention the scorching heat. The shock from his nerves, coming off the cold cobblestone road onto the sea of hot sand, was an all too familiar sense. He had dealt with these shocks in his senses many times before, usually during hunting. Whether that be through having to charge through the exhaustion and pain when hunting down a beast, or when he would have to charge into unfavourable conditions just to get the right position for the succeeding shot. It was all apart of the usual pain he endured, and it was nothing unusual that he couldn't push for. Even still, to this day, those shocks in his sense destroyed valuable time, and that is the one thing that could ruin a hunt. Time.
Yet, as he marched down the beach with his excitable, yet fierce, companion, he seemed to have all the time in the world. The only problem was, the amount of time this might take. The things he could be doing at this very moment which could aid him, bolster him, improve him. Well there were just too many to count. Although, he did have a debt to repay, one which was, undoubtedly, his fault, so the least he could do is repay it. Or he'd have to endure the wrath of Adrasteia, which no man, no matter how powerful, wouldn't wish to deal with.
Walking further down, Belen could now see just how many people had came to work on this crisis. It was an even bigger shock to his senses. Ever since he was young, Belen didn't understand much about community, or having a large group of people. Adrasteia being his only tie to that. Yet just by looking at the pure amount of people, and how many looked as if they had came from different back grounds. All over the beach, helping each other, were street rats like himself, and people of much wealthier standing each supporting each other. Moving large chunks of timber, retrieving lost cargo, and even a few swimming into the water and pulling out boats. For as odd as it seemed at first, it placed a small grin on Belen's face. Never having the luxury of people supporting him, himself, it filled him with a sliver of hope of what people could do together.
Although, soon knocked over his thoughts by a man in simple robes approaching him and his companion. He seemed to hold two mugs of water. The mugs weren't matching, one seemed to be straight from a tavern, the other seemed to be used for a hot drink, rather than water. As soon as one of the mugs were gestured towards him, Belen politely pushed it back into the hands of the man, whilst Adrasteia seemed to just quickly grab the mug and take a huge gulp.
"I appreciate the offer, however someone else could use this more than me." The hunter replied, patting a water skin that rested on his belt. He was planning to go on a hunt this morning, so all of his equipment was already on his person. Looking past the man, he did spot a figure, one of high class no doubt. Her attire, the amount of servants that surrounded her, she was definitely one of higher class if not royalty. Although as if Adrasteia had read his thoughts, nearly spitting out her mouthful of water, she starred wide eyed at the girl.
"That's Princess Emilia, right?" The young girl asked, staring up at what she could only assume, was a servant of her's, with wide eyes filled with a childish amazement. Belen just seemed to roll his eyes at the girl's attitude. Sure drag him down here, but get caught up in your own amazement. Even still, Belen didn't leave her side. The hunter seemed to hold some sense of protection over the girl . Even if his facial expression didn't say it, the aura that surrounded him surely did.
Looking on, Belen tore his gaze away from the Princess, fearing that he was either noticed or just appeared to be rather awkward. Instead he sent his gazes out amongst the crowds of people in hopes of finding his companions father. A man he needed to mend relationships with. Eventually, after a few minutes looking around, he saw the man. Working with a small group of people to pull a rather large boat out of the water, only to carry it on land.
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The hot sand, at first, was rather unpleasant. It filled in the gaps between his toes and made his feet sink into the ground, not to mention the scorching heat. The shock from his nerves, coming off the cold cobblestone road onto the sea of hot sand, was an all too familiar sense. He had dealt with these shocks in his senses many times before, usually during hunting. Whether that be through having to charge through the exhaustion and pain when hunting down a beast, or when he would have to charge into unfavourable conditions just to get the right position for the succeeding shot. It was all apart of the usual pain he endured, and it was nothing unusual that he couldn't push for. Even still, to this day, those shocks in his sense destroyed valuable time, and that is the one thing that could ruin a hunt. Time.
Yet, as he marched down the beach with his excitable, yet fierce, companion, he seemed to have all the time in the world. The only problem was, the amount of time this might take. The things he could be doing at this very moment which could aid him, bolster him, improve him. Well there were just too many to count. Although, he did have a debt to repay, one which was, undoubtedly, his fault, so the least he could do is repay it. Or he'd have to endure the wrath of Adrasteia, which no man, no matter how powerful, wouldn't wish to deal with.
Walking further down, Belen could now see just how many people had came to work on this crisis. It was an even bigger shock to his senses. Ever since he was young, Belen didn't understand much about community, or having a large group of people. Adrasteia being his only tie to that. Yet just by looking at the pure amount of people, and how many looked as if they had came from different back grounds. All over the beach, helping each other, were street rats like himself, and people of much wealthier standing each supporting each other. Moving large chunks of timber, retrieving lost cargo, and even a few swimming into the water and pulling out boats. For as odd as it seemed at first, it placed a small grin on Belen's face. Never having the luxury of people supporting him, himself, it filled him with a sliver of hope of what people could do together.
Although, soon knocked over his thoughts by a man in simple robes approaching him and his companion. He seemed to hold two mugs of water. The mugs weren't matching, one seemed to be straight from a tavern, the other seemed to be used for a hot drink, rather than water. As soon as one of the mugs were gestured towards him, Belen politely pushed it back into the hands of the man, whilst Adrasteia seemed to just quickly grab the mug and take a huge gulp.
"I appreciate the offer, however someone else could use this more than me." The hunter replied, patting a water skin that rested on his belt. He was planning to go on a hunt this morning, so all of his equipment was already on his person. Looking past the man, he did spot a figure, one of high class no doubt. Her attire, the amount of servants that surrounded her, she was definitely one of higher class if not royalty. Although as if Adrasteia had read his thoughts, nearly spitting out her mouthful of water, she starred wide eyed at the girl.
"That's Princess Emilia, right?" The young girl asked, staring up at what she could only assume, was a servant of her's, with wide eyes filled with a childish amazement. Belen just seemed to roll his eyes at the girl's attitude. Sure drag him down here, but get caught up in your own amazement. Even still, Belen didn't leave her side. The hunter seemed to hold some sense of protection over the girl . Even if his facial expression didn't say it, the aura that surrounded him surely did.
Looking on, Belen tore his gaze away from the Princess, fearing that he was either noticed or just appeared to be rather awkward. Instead he sent his gazes out amongst the crowds of people in hopes of finding his companions father. A man he needed to mend relationships with. Eventually, after a few minutes looking around, he saw the man. Working with a small group of people to pull a rather large boat out of the water, only to carry it on land.
The hot sand, at first, was rather unpleasant. It filled in the gaps between his toes and made his feet sink into the ground, not to mention the scorching heat. The shock from his nerves, coming off the cold cobblestone road onto the sea of hot sand, was an all too familiar sense. He had dealt with these shocks in his senses many times before, usually during hunting. Whether that be through having to charge through the exhaustion and pain when hunting down a beast, or when he would have to charge into unfavourable conditions just to get the right position for the succeeding shot. It was all apart of the usual pain he endured, and it was nothing unusual that he couldn't push for. Even still, to this day, those shocks in his sense destroyed valuable time, and that is the one thing that could ruin a hunt. Time.
Yet, as he marched down the beach with his excitable, yet fierce, companion, he seemed to have all the time in the world. The only problem was, the amount of time this might take. The things he could be doing at this very moment which could aid him, bolster him, improve him. Well there were just too many to count. Although, he did have a debt to repay, one which was, undoubtedly, his fault, so the least he could do is repay it. Or he'd have to endure the wrath of Adrasteia, which no man, no matter how powerful, wouldn't wish to deal with.
Walking further down, Belen could now see just how many people had came to work on this crisis. It was an even bigger shock to his senses. Ever since he was young, Belen didn't understand much about community, or having a large group of people. Adrasteia being his only tie to that. Yet just by looking at the pure amount of people, and how many looked as if they had came from different back grounds. All over the beach, helping each other, were street rats like himself, and people of much wealthier standing each supporting each other. Moving large chunks of timber, retrieving lost cargo, and even a few swimming into the water and pulling out boats. For as odd as it seemed at first, it placed a small grin on Belen's face. Never having the luxury of people supporting him, himself, it filled him with a sliver of hope of what people could do together.
Although, soon knocked over his thoughts by a man in simple robes approaching him and his companion. He seemed to hold two mugs of water. The mugs weren't matching, one seemed to be straight from a tavern, the other seemed to be used for a hot drink, rather than water. As soon as one of the mugs were gestured towards him, Belen politely pushed it back into the hands of the man, whilst Adrasteia seemed to just quickly grab the mug and take a huge gulp.
"I appreciate the offer, however someone else could use this more than me." The hunter replied, patting a water skin that rested on his belt. He was planning to go on a hunt this morning, so all of his equipment was already on his person. Looking past the man, he did spot a figure, one of high class no doubt. Her attire, the amount of servants that surrounded her, she was definitely one of higher class if not royalty. Although as if Adrasteia had read his thoughts, nearly spitting out her mouthful of water, she starred wide eyed at the girl.
"That's Princess Emilia, right?" The young girl asked, staring up at what she could only assume, was a servant of her's, with wide eyes filled with a childish amazement. Belen just seemed to roll his eyes at the girl's attitude. Sure drag him down here, but get caught up in your own amazement. Even still, Belen didn't leave her side. The hunter seemed to hold some sense of protection over the girl . Even if his facial expression didn't say it, the aura that surrounded him surely did.
Looking on, Belen tore his gaze away from the Princess, fearing that he was either noticed or just appeared to be rather awkward. Instead he sent his gazes out amongst the crowds of people in hopes of finding his companions father. A man he needed to mend relationships with. Eventually, after a few minutes looking around, he saw the man. Working with a small group of people to pull a rather large boat out of the water, only to carry it on land.
Emilia was not the only member of the royal household at the harbor assisting with recovery efforts. Amynta strode among the workers with a basket nearly as large as she was, loaded down with loaves of bread, olives, olive oil, honey, and even soft goat cheese. Some of this food was better than what many of the poorest among the workers might ever see in a lifetime, but Amynta distributed it out all the same. She did not have the same entourage at the princess; in fact, she was alone, and it was only her state of cleanliness and the quality of her clothes that made her stand out as one of noble bearing. Still, with enough of the city guard in attendance, Amynta was probably safe. Still, it was odd that she was not in the company of Princess Persephone. Perhaps another matter took her lady's attention at the moment, such as the ailing King? Distributing food to the hungry was an easy enough task to delegate, and Amynta was happy to assist. The good works were their own reward, but Amynta secretly enjoyed some time to herself, even if it was spent still working.
Amynta's chiton was tucked up a bit higher than usual to just below her knees, allowing her to walk a bit more freely without worry about the dirt and sand weighing down and staining the hem. Propriety be damned when there is work to be done. She'd opted for a dark blue chiton today, which would mitigate any serious staining. Still, streaks of white sand ran along the fluttering fabric where Amynta had not yet dusted it away. Her hair was up in a braid wrapped around her head, with a few curled tendrils framing her face. She'd left most of her jewelry at home save for a pendant of smooth, polished stone. It was blue as the sea, with white streaks swirled through it like breaking waves. The stone was strung with a simple, worn leather thong.
"It's all right. Don't be shy," she said to the enclave of workers who stared wide-eyed at the large basket Amynta carried. She broke off hunks of bread, dipped them in the oil, and handed them out to each, smiling sweetly to all who met her eyes. Dirty, calloused hands reached out eagerly for the food, murmuring awed gratitude as they ate perhaps a little too fast, with the poorest among them not having seen this much food in days. Amynta took advantage of the distraction of good quality food to move efficiently through the work site.
Her steps took her closer to Adrasteia and her less-than-eager companion, but she also spotted Emilia among the crowd. With an awkward shift of the huge basket, she waved to Emilia with a smile, her eyes squinting a bit in the day's bright sunshine. She then turned to Belen and Adrasteia. "Have you eaten yet today?" Regardless of the answer, she held the basket up for inspection, ready to tear off pieces of bread for them as well.
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Emilia was not the only member of the royal household at the harbor assisting with recovery efforts. Amynta strode among the workers with a basket nearly as large as she was, loaded down with loaves of bread, olives, olive oil, honey, and even soft goat cheese. Some of this food was better than what many of the poorest among the workers might ever see in a lifetime, but Amynta distributed it out all the same. She did not have the same entourage at the princess; in fact, she was alone, and it was only her state of cleanliness and the quality of her clothes that made her stand out as one of noble bearing. Still, with enough of the city guard in attendance, Amynta was probably safe. Still, it was odd that she was not in the company of Princess Persephone. Perhaps another matter took her lady's attention at the moment, such as the ailing King? Distributing food to the hungry was an easy enough task to delegate, and Amynta was happy to assist. The good works were their own reward, but Amynta secretly enjoyed some time to herself, even if it was spent still working.
Amynta's chiton was tucked up a bit higher than usual to just below her knees, allowing her to walk a bit more freely without worry about the dirt and sand weighing down and staining the hem. Propriety be damned when there is work to be done. She'd opted for a dark blue chiton today, which would mitigate any serious staining. Still, streaks of white sand ran along the fluttering fabric where Amynta had not yet dusted it away. Her hair was up in a braid wrapped around her head, with a few curled tendrils framing her face. She'd left most of her jewelry at home save for a pendant of smooth, polished stone. It was blue as the sea, with white streaks swirled through it like breaking waves. The stone was strung with a simple, worn leather thong.
"It's all right. Don't be shy," she said to the enclave of workers who stared wide-eyed at the large basket Amynta carried. She broke off hunks of bread, dipped them in the oil, and handed them out to each, smiling sweetly to all who met her eyes. Dirty, calloused hands reached out eagerly for the food, murmuring awed gratitude as they ate perhaps a little too fast, with the poorest among them not having seen this much food in days. Amynta took advantage of the distraction of good quality food to move efficiently through the work site.
Her steps took her closer to Adrasteia and her less-than-eager companion, but she also spotted Emilia among the crowd. With an awkward shift of the huge basket, she waved to Emilia with a smile, her eyes squinting a bit in the day's bright sunshine. She then turned to Belen and Adrasteia. "Have you eaten yet today?" Regardless of the answer, she held the basket up for inspection, ready to tear off pieces of bread for them as well.
Emilia was not the only member of the royal household at the harbor assisting with recovery efforts. Amynta strode among the workers with a basket nearly as large as she was, loaded down with loaves of bread, olives, olive oil, honey, and even soft goat cheese. Some of this food was better than what many of the poorest among the workers might ever see in a lifetime, but Amynta distributed it out all the same. She did not have the same entourage at the princess; in fact, she was alone, and it was only her state of cleanliness and the quality of her clothes that made her stand out as one of noble bearing. Still, with enough of the city guard in attendance, Amynta was probably safe. Still, it was odd that she was not in the company of Princess Persephone. Perhaps another matter took her lady's attention at the moment, such as the ailing King? Distributing food to the hungry was an easy enough task to delegate, and Amynta was happy to assist. The good works were their own reward, but Amynta secretly enjoyed some time to herself, even if it was spent still working.
Amynta's chiton was tucked up a bit higher than usual to just below her knees, allowing her to walk a bit more freely without worry about the dirt and sand weighing down and staining the hem. Propriety be damned when there is work to be done. She'd opted for a dark blue chiton today, which would mitigate any serious staining. Still, streaks of white sand ran along the fluttering fabric where Amynta had not yet dusted it away. Her hair was up in a braid wrapped around her head, with a few curled tendrils framing her face. She'd left most of her jewelry at home save for a pendant of smooth, polished stone. It was blue as the sea, with white streaks swirled through it like breaking waves. The stone was strung with a simple, worn leather thong.
"It's all right. Don't be shy," she said to the enclave of workers who stared wide-eyed at the large basket Amynta carried. She broke off hunks of bread, dipped them in the oil, and handed them out to each, smiling sweetly to all who met her eyes. Dirty, calloused hands reached out eagerly for the food, murmuring awed gratitude as they ate perhaps a little too fast, with the poorest among them not having seen this much food in days. Amynta took advantage of the distraction of good quality food to move efficiently through the work site.
Her steps took her closer to Adrasteia and her less-than-eager companion, but she also spotted Emilia among the crowd. With an awkward shift of the huge basket, she waved to Emilia with a smile, her eyes squinting a bit in the day's bright sunshine. She then turned to Belen and Adrasteia. "Have you eaten yet today?" Regardless of the answer, she held the basket up for inspection, ready to tear off pieces of bread for them as well.
Persephone was frustrated.
She had specifically called for aid to be given to the lower harbour and those who lived there or had lost their livelihoods there this fifth day and, instead of being able to attend it herself, Lord Panos of Marikas had been determined to keep her far longer than necessary regarding a border dispute between two of his own provinces! The man had clearly been testing her all morning, attempting to assess whether she could handle frustrating and/or delicate matters and whether or not she could retain her patience no matter how long he pressed. In the end she had been able to provide him with three potential solutions that would work pragmatically for the issue in question but then flattered his own sensibilities by assuring him that she had complete confidence in his knowledge of his own provinces being the key to unlocking which of the three would most suit this particular situation.
Whether the whole event had been successful or not, Persephone would not know until she next invited Lady Sera or Lady Sofia to lunch and assessed their opinions of her and their behaviour towards her entreaty. As it was, however, Lord Panos seemed happy to leave in good humour and she was hopefully that she had managed to win over at least one of the Marikas clan.
All political dealings aside, however, there would be no true kingdom for the politicians to fight over if the people were not loyal to their monarch and help during times of trial and difficulty was one of the prime reasons for the class system. At least, that was the lesson Persephone had always been given by her mother. You were not given power and authority to rule over others; you were given it so that you had the resources and abilities to help them when aid was needed.
And now she wasn't even there...
Hurrying back to her bedchambers and stripping herself of the pale yellow gown she had been wearing, Persephone dressed in one of the outfits she wore when out riding.
Pulling on the riding trousers, which were fitted close to her skin and rode high on her stomach, she then wore a flowing chiton over-shirt and fastened it in place with leather tunic that she left undone. The material of the shirt swathed over her rear and hung down to brush against her thighs, while her leather pants and waist-coated tunic kept everything in place. She pulled on her knee high riding boots and secured her hair into a long and thick plait that she pulled over her shoulder. Several locks refused to obey and fell around her face but she let them be. She was in a hurry and this was not an event where she was required to look Queenly. In fact, the prettier and cleaner she looked the worse an impression she was likely to make - she was heading out, after all, to meet people who had lost their wares for any entire summer. Flashing her wealth and luxury in their faces would do little to endear them.
On that note, Persephone carefully removed the golden ivy leaves from her hair and, going to her jewellery cabinet, selected her simple ring crown. The piece was a single loop, about an inch wide and was inset with onyx jewels every few centimetres around its circumference.
She could not leave the palace without some display of authority, but this was the simplest of her crowns and would do just fine. She set it in place on her head where it sat low around her temples and then quickly left her rooms.
She had changed without her ladies maids as she had already sent them to the harbour in order to help the needy in her place and name. She had not known if she would have been freed from Lord Panos' tenancy issues in time to even attend herself but it looked like she would only end up being an hour or so late from the appointed time she had insisted her ladies arrive at the harbour.
With this encouraging though, Persephone picked up the pace as her guards joined her like three new shadows in her wake. The clip of the heels of her riding boots was an uncommon sound in the hallways after all her sandals but she was heading towards the stables so the route was familiar with the noise.
The horses were already waiting for her, as per her instruction, when Persephone reached the stables and she was pleased to see her own black stallion and three more geldings prepared for her guards. Each of the creatures were the crest of the Xanthos house over the fabric on their flanks and to the left there was a large wagon with stock and supplies from the palace's over-stock warehouse that Persephone had insisted by arranged. Along with food, wine and goat's milk, there were also tools, nails and other building supplies that might be in short order at the dock or worn down from too much use in repairing the storm's damage.
Instructing for the the horse drawn wagon to follow her and her men, Persephone accepted her guard's hand and placed a foot on his palm to in order to mount her steed with slightly less clumsiness than it would take her to have done it herself, and then, in an order procession, the group left the palace grounds.
They rode as they would normally, with a single guard ahead of Persephone and the other two at her sides and three steps back, ensuring a triangle of protection around the royal bloodline. The wagon trundled along behind them.
Persephone wanted to race the streets, to reach he harbour and help as much as she could as quickly as she could but that was neither practical nor safe. The wagon would need time to catch up anyway, and there was only so much she would be able to do with her own two hands.
With the royal colours flaying from the hindquarters of their horses and along the side of the food cart, however, (not to mention the heavy armour her retinue were wearing), many people side stepped out of the way quickly and their progress to the harbour was met without resistance.
By the time they reached it, people were milling around all over and a crowd more had following in her own wake, determined to follow the princess and help their fellow man - whether for sheer compassion's sake or to impress a royal Persephone did not know or care. At least there would now be more hands to assist.
Dismounting from her horse and handing the reins to one of her men to ensure the creature was secured, Persephone headed around to the wagon, her people giving her a wide birth as she instructed another of her guards to detach and lower the back of the cart. For many, this was the first time they would have seen a member of the royal family up close. For some, it would be the first time they had seen one at all.
Not counting her sister who stood just a few metres away of course.
Persephone spotted the young girl and smiled. Good... Emilia needed to be brought down to earth a little sometimes - if only to appreciate the benefits and luxuries a royal was born to.
She had had her own heavy bump down to earth only a week or so ago when an arrogant gladiator had decided to make her feel awful for the conditions of those who lived less fortunately than herself... The trip hadn't been a waste but it had made her aware of what little she could do to help the people of Athenia without being made Queen.
She blocked that memory out with a firm mental hand and, instead, turned to look at the barrels of food that she and her retinue had brought to the people. At least this sort of aid would stand to help in the meantime...
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Persephone was frustrated.
She had specifically called for aid to be given to the lower harbour and those who lived there or had lost their livelihoods there this fifth day and, instead of being able to attend it herself, Lord Panos of Marikas had been determined to keep her far longer than necessary regarding a border dispute between two of his own provinces! The man had clearly been testing her all morning, attempting to assess whether she could handle frustrating and/or delicate matters and whether or not she could retain her patience no matter how long he pressed. In the end she had been able to provide him with three potential solutions that would work pragmatically for the issue in question but then flattered his own sensibilities by assuring him that she had complete confidence in his knowledge of his own provinces being the key to unlocking which of the three would most suit this particular situation.
Whether the whole event had been successful or not, Persephone would not know until she next invited Lady Sera or Lady Sofia to lunch and assessed their opinions of her and their behaviour towards her entreaty. As it was, however, Lord Panos seemed happy to leave in good humour and she was hopefully that she had managed to win over at least one of the Marikas clan.
All political dealings aside, however, there would be no true kingdom for the politicians to fight over if the people were not loyal to their monarch and help during times of trial and difficulty was one of the prime reasons for the class system. At least, that was the lesson Persephone had always been given by her mother. You were not given power and authority to rule over others; you were given it so that you had the resources and abilities to help them when aid was needed.
And now she wasn't even there...
Hurrying back to her bedchambers and stripping herself of the pale yellow gown she had been wearing, Persephone dressed in one of the outfits she wore when out riding.
Pulling on the riding trousers, which were fitted close to her skin and rode high on her stomach, she then wore a flowing chiton over-shirt and fastened it in place with leather tunic that she left undone. The material of the shirt swathed over her rear and hung down to brush against her thighs, while her leather pants and waist-coated tunic kept everything in place. She pulled on her knee high riding boots and secured her hair into a long and thick plait that she pulled over her shoulder. Several locks refused to obey and fell around her face but she let them be. She was in a hurry and this was not an event where she was required to look Queenly. In fact, the prettier and cleaner she looked the worse an impression she was likely to make - she was heading out, after all, to meet people who had lost their wares for any entire summer. Flashing her wealth and luxury in their faces would do little to endear them.
On that note, Persephone carefully removed the golden ivy leaves from her hair and, going to her jewellery cabinet, selected her simple ring crown. The piece was a single loop, about an inch wide and was inset with onyx jewels every few centimetres around its circumference.
She could not leave the palace without some display of authority, but this was the simplest of her crowns and would do just fine. She set it in place on her head where it sat low around her temples and then quickly left her rooms.
She had changed without her ladies maids as she had already sent them to the harbour in order to help the needy in her place and name. She had not known if she would have been freed from Lord Panos' tenancy issues in time to even attend herself but it looked like she would only end up being an hour or so late from the appointed time she had insisted her ladies arrive at the harbour.
With this encouraging though, Persephone picked up the pace as her guards joined her like three new shadows in her wake. The clip of the heels of her riding boots was an uncommon sound in the hallways after all her sandals but she was heading towards the stables so the route was familiar with the noise.
The horses were already waiting for her, as per her instruction, when Persephone reached the stables and she was pleased to see her own black stallion and three more geldings prepared for her guards. Each of the creatures were the crest of the Xanthos house over the fabric on their flanks and to the left there was a large wagon with stock and supplies from the palace's over-stock warehouse that Persephone had insisted by arranged. Along with food, wine and goat's milk, there were also tools, nails and other building supplies that might be in short order at the dock or worn down from too much use in repairing the storm's damage.
Instructing for the the horse drawn wagon to follow her and her men, Persephone accepted her guard's hand and placed a foot on his palm to in order to mount her steed with slightly less clumsiness than it would take her to have done it herself, and then, in an order procession, the group left the palace grounds.
They rode as they would normally, with a single guard ahead of Persephone and the other two at her sides and three steps back, ensuring a triangle of protection around the royal bloodline. The wagon trundled along behind them.
Persephone wanted to race the streets, to reach he harbour and help as much as she could as quickly as she could but that was neither practical nor safe. The wagon would need time to catch up anyway, and there was only so much she would be able to do with her own two hands.
With the royal colours flaying from the hindquarters of their horses and along the side of the food cart, however, (not to mention the heavy armour her retinue were wearing), many people side stepped out of the way quickly and their progress to the harbour was met without resistance.
By the time they reached it, people were milling around all over and a crowd more had following in her own wake, determined to follow the princess and help their fellow man - whether for sheer compassion's sake or to impress a royal Persephone did not know or care. At least there would now be more hands to assist.
Dismounting from her horse and handing the reins to one of her men to ensure the creature was secured, Persephone headed around to the wagon, her people giving her a wide birth as she instructed another of her guards to detach and lower the back of the cart. For many, this was the first time they would have seen a member of the royal family up close. For some, it would be the first time they had seen one at all.
Not counting her sister who stood just a few metres away of course.
Persephone spotted the young girl and smiled. Good... Emilia needed to be brought down to earth a little sometimes - if only to appreciate the benefits and luxuries a royal was born to.
She had had her own heavy bump down to earth only a week or so ago when an arrogant gladiator had decided to make her feel awful for the conditions of those who lived less fortunately than herself... The trip hadn't been a waste but it had made her aware of what little she could do to help the people of Athenia without being made Queen.
She blocked that memory out with a firm mental hand and, instead, turned to look at the barrels of food that she and her retinue had brought to the people. At least this sort of aid would stand to help in the meantime...
Persephone was frustrated.
She had specifically called for aid to be given to the lower harbour and those who lived there or had lost their livelihoods there this fifth day and, instead of being able to attend it herself, Lord Panos of Marikas had been determined to keep her far longer than necessary regarding a border dispute between two of his own provinces! The man had clearly been testing her all morning, attempting to assess whether she could handle frustrating and/or delicate matters and whether or not she could retain her patience no matter how long he pressed. In the end she had been able to provide him with three potential solutions that would work pragmatically for the issue in question but then flattered his own sensibilities by assuring him that she had complete confidence in his knowledge of his own provinces being the key to unlocking which of the three would most suit this particular situation.
Whether the whole event had been successful or not, Persephone would not know until she next invited Lady Sera or Lady Sofia to lunch and assessed their opinions of her and their behaviour towards her entreaty. As it was, however, Lord Panos seemed happy to leave in good humour and she was hopefully that she had managed to win over at least one of the Marikas clan.
All political dealings aside, however, there would be no true kingdom for the politicians to fight over if the people were not loyal to their monarch and help during times of trial and difficulty was one of the prime reasons for the class system. At least, that was the lesson Persephone had always been given by her mother. You were not given power and authority to rule over others; you were given it so that you had the resources and abilities to help them when aid was needed.
And now she wasn't even there...
Hurrying back to her bedchambers and stripping herself of the pale yellow gown she had been wearing, Persephone dressed in one of the outfits she wore when out riding.
Pulling on the riding trousers, which were fitted close to her skin and rode high on her stomach, she then wore a flowing chiton over-shirt and fastened it in place with leather tunic that she left undone. The material of the shirt swathed over her rear and hung down to brush against her thighs, while her leather pants and waist-coated tunic kept everything in place. She pulled on her knee high riding boots and secured her hair into a long and thick plait that she pulled over her shoulder. Several locks refused to obey and fell around her face but she let them be. She was in a hurry and this was not an event where she was required to look Queenly. In fact, the prettier and cleaner she looked the worse an impression she was likely to make - she was heading out, after all, to meet people who had lost their wares for any entire summer. Flashing her wealth and luxury in their faces would do little to endear them.
On that note, Persephone carefully removed the golden ivy leaves from her hair and, going to her jewellery cabinet, selected her simple ring crown. The piece was a single loop, about an inch wide and was inset with onyx jewels every few centimetres around its circumference.
She could not leave the palace without some display of authority, but this was the simplest of her crowns and would do just fine. She set it in place on her head where it sat low around her temples and then quickly left her rooms.
She had changed without her ladies maids as she had already sent them to the harbour in order to help the needy in her place and name. She had not known if she would have been freed from Lord Panos' tenancy issues in time to even attend herself but it looked like she would only end up being an hour or so late from the appointed time she had insisted her ladies arrive at the harbour.
With this encouraging though, Persephone picked up the pace as her guards joined her like three new shadows in her wake. The clip of the heels of her riding boots was an uncommon sound in the hallways after all her sandals but she was heading towards the stables so the route was familiar with the noise.
The horses were already waiting for her, as per her instruction, when Persephone reached the stables and she was pleased to see her own black stallion and three more geldings prepared for her guards. Each of the creatures were the crest of the Xanthos house over the fabric on their flanks and to the left there was a large wagon with stock and supplies from the palace's over-stock warehouse that Persephone had insisted by arranged. Along with food, wine and goat's milk, there were also tools, nails and other building supplies that might be in short order at the dock or worn down from too much use in repairing the storm's damage.
Instructing for the the horse drawn wagon to follow her and her men, Persephone accepted her guard's hand and placed a foot on his palm to in order to mount her steed with slightly less clumsiness than it would take her to have done it herself, and then, in an order procession, the group left the palace grounds.
They rode as they would normally, with a single guard ahead of Persephone and the other two at her sides and three steps back, ensuring a triangle of protection around the royal bloodline. The wagon trundled along behind them.
Persephone wanted to race the streets, to reach he harbour and help as much as she could as quickly as she could but that was neither practical nor safe. The wagon would need time to catch up anyway, and there was only so much she would be able to do with her own two hands.
With the royal colours flaying from the hindquarters of their horses and along the side of the food cart, however, (not to mention the heavy armour her retinue were wearing), many people side stepped out of the way quickly and their progress to the harbour was met without resistance.
By the time they reached it, people were milling around all over and a crowd more had following in her own wake, determined to follow the princess and help their fellow man - whether for sheer compassion's sake or to impress a royal Persephone did not know or care. At least there would now be more hands to assist.
Dismounting from her horse and handing the reins to one of her men to ensure the creature was secured, Persephone headed around to the wagon, her people giving her a wide birth as she instructed another of her guards to detach and lower the back of the cart. For many, this was the first time they would have seen a member of the royal family up close. For some, it would be the first time they had seen one at all.
Not counting her sister who stood just a few metres away of course.
Persephone spotted the young girl and smiled. Good... Emilia needed to be brought down to earth a little sometimes - if only to appreciate the benefits and luxuries a royal was born to.
She had had her own heavy bump down to earth only a week or so ago when an arrogant gladiator had decided to make her feel awful for the conditions of those who lived less fortunately than herself... The trip hadn't been a waste but it had made her aware of what little she could do to help the people of Athenia without being made Queen.
She blocked that memory out with a firm mental hand and, instead, turned to look at the barrels of food that she and her retinue had brought to the people. At least this sort of aid would stand to help in the meantime...
On hindsight, perhaps her chiton had not been the brightest idea. In all honesty and perhaps as a smarter choice, Emilia should have picked her exomis to be worn when she knew she would be heading to help with the clearing of the harbor. It's shortened length would help greatly in picking her way through the rocks and debris, and Emilia had just received the new set she had had made by the royal seamstresses just not two days ago. It was a beautiful piece, made with the finest linen and wool of the deepest sea green and with a white epiblema that had matching golden patterns woven on its edges to be worn over the chiton.
Of course, the young princess of the royal family rarely gave things much forethought, this being one of these instances. She picked at the edges of her long chiton in irritation as they began picking up the dirt and sand. The way the salt water made the sand cling on to the material was going to be difficult to wash out, and Emilia had no doubt Helen would be complaining when she returned later.
But Persephone would be irritated with her if she didn't at least prove herself some help.
Looking up in the direction that she had sent Gaius in earlier, she blinked in surprise when the male whom she had asked her manservant to offer water to declined, with a waterskin strapped on his waist. Athenia was one of the few kingdoms blessed with abundant fresh water, and the sixteen year old was happy she did not have to consume copious amounts of wine to fulfill her daily quota of liquid. Yet abundant as it was, fresh water was not something common, per say. Meaning the male was no common peasant.
Still, at the very least his companion seemed to enjoy it. Watching as Gaius drifted off to offer it to others, a small cry attracted her attention, making her whip her head around, brunette curls flying as her eyes sought out and landed on the source of the noise - a crying young boy no more then the age of five, holding up what appeared to be a tattered looking horse-like object which was attached to a stick. A hobby horse, if Emilia could guess.
She was finicky, but Emilia wasn't heartless.
Picking up her chiton (and ignoring the flash irritation when her sandals began to get damp from the water), she made her way across to the young sandy-haired boy, crouching in a squat with her arms crossed on her knees, before asking in a gentle voice. "Did the storm get your toy?"
"Y-yes." he sobbed out, turning mournful, tear-filled eyes to Emilia, his fingers still tightly gripping the tattered and unsalvageable hobby horse. "Papa gave it to me, and... he's not here and-" a small, muffled sob escaped again, and Emilia's heart thudded against her chest as she looked up and around. "Is your mother here, at least?"
The boy pointed, and sure enough a woman who shared the same complexion and features as the boy was cleaning up the remains of a boat wreckage, too busy salvaging their livelihood. Yet the boy's favorite toy was spoilt now, Emilia couldn't bear to just leave him, could she?
Looking up, she was just in time to catch Persephone rumbling in with her entourage, and Emilia's mind raced, attempting to find a solution, as she crouched next to the sniffling boy. "Tell you what." she picked the ruined toy out o fhis hands. "I'm Princess Emilia. I'll bring this back and have it fixed. An I'll send it back to your place, shall I? Would that help?" she offered with a kind smile, hoping that would be enough to stop the tears.
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On hindsight, perhaps her chiton had not been the brightest idea. In all honesty and perhaps as a smarter choice, Emilia should have picked her exomis to be worn when she knew she would be heading to help with the clearing of the harbor. It's shortened length would help greatly in picking her way through the rocks and debris, and Emilia had just received the new set she had had made by the royal seamstresses just not two days ago. It was a beautiful piece, made with the finest linen and wool of the deepest sea green and with a white epiblema that had matching golden patterns woven on its edges to be worn over the chiton.
Of course, the young princess of the royal family rarely gave things much forethought, this being one of these instances. She picked at the edges of her long chiton in irritation as they began picking up the dirt and sand. The way the salt water made the sand cling on to the material was going to be difficult to wash out, and Emilia had no doubt Helen would be complaining when she returned later.
But Persephone would be irritated with her if she didn't at least prove herself some help.
Looking up in the direction that she had sent Gaius in earlier, she blinked in surprise when the male whom she had asked her manservant to offer water to declined, with a waterskin strapped on his waist. Athenia was one of the few kingdoms blessed with abundant fresh water, and the sixteen year old was happy she did not have to consume copious amounts of wine to fulfill her daily quota of liquid. Yet abundant as it was, fresh water was not something common, per say. Meaning the male was no common peasant.
Still, at the very least his companion seemed to enjoy it. Watching as Gaius drifted off to offer it to others, a small cry attracted her attention, making her whip her head around, brunette curls flying as her eyes sought out and landed on the source of the noise - a crying young boy no more then the age of five, holding up what appeared to be a tattered looking horse-like object which was attached to a stick. A hobby horse, if Emilia could guess.
She was finicky, but Emilia wasn't heartless.
Picking up her chiton (and ignoring the flash irritation when her sandals began to get damp from the water), she made her way across to the young sandy-haired boy, crouching in a squat with her arms crossed on her knees, before asking in a gentle voice. "Did the storm get your toy?"
"Y-yes." he sobbed out, turning mournful, tear-filled eyes to Emilia, his fingers still tightly gripping the tattered and unsalvageable hobby horse. "Papa gave it to me, and... he's not here and-" a small, muffled sob escaped again, and Emilia's heart thudded against her chest as she looked up and around. "Is your mother here, at least?"
The boy pointed, and sure enough a woman who shared the same complexion and features as the boy was cleaning up the remains of a boat wreckage, too busy salvaging their livelihood. Yet the boy's favorite toy was spoilt now, Emilia couldn't bear to just leave him, could she?
Looking up, she was just in time to catch Persephone rumbling in with her entourage, and Emilia's mind raced, attempting to find a solution, as she crouched next to the sniffling boy. "Tell you what." she picked the ruined toy out o fhis hands. "I'm Princess Emilia. I'll bring this back and have it fixed. An I'll send it back to your place, shall I? Would that help?" she offered with a kind smile, hoping that would be enough to stop the tears.
On hindsight, perhaps her chiton had not been the brightest idea. In all honesty and perhaps as a smarter choice, Emilia should have picked her exomis to be worn when she knew she would be heading to help with the clearing of the harbor. It's shortened length would help greatly in picking her way through the rocks and debris, and Emilia had just received the new set she had had made by the royal seamstresses just not two days ago. It was a beautiful piece, made with the finest linen and wool of the deepest sea green and with a white epiblema that had matching golden patterns woven on its edges to be worn over the chiton.
Of course, the young princess of the royal family rarely gave things much forethought, this being one of these instances. She picked at the edges of her long chiton in irritation as they began picking up the dirt and sand. The way the salt water made the sand cling on to the material was going to be difficult to wash out, and Emilia had no doubt Helen would be complaining when she returned later.
But Persephone would be irritated with her if she didn't at least prove herself some help.
Looking up in the direction that she had sent Gaius in earlier, she blinked in surprise when the male whom she had asked her manservant to offer water to declined, with a waterskin strapped on his waist. Athenia was one of the few kingdoms blessed with abundant fresh water, and the sixteen year old was happy she did not have to consume copious amounts of wine to fulfill her daily quota of liquid. Yet abundant as it was, fresh water was not something common, per say. Meaning the male was no common peasant.
Still, at the very least his companion seemed to enjoy it. Watching as Gaius drifted off to offer it to others, a small cry attracted her attention, making her whip her head around, brunette curls flying as her eyes sought out and landed on the source of the noise - a crying young boy no more then the age of five, holding up what appeared to be a tattered looking horse-like object which was attached to a stick. A hobby horse, if Emilia could guess.
She was finicky, but Emilia wasn't heartless.
Picking up her chiton (and ignoring the flash irritation when her sandals began to get damp from the water), she made her way across to the young sandy-haired boy, crouching in a squat with her arms crossed on her knees, before asking in a gentle voice. "Did the storm get your toy?"
"Y-yes." he sobbed out, turning mournful, tear-filled eyes to Emilia, his fingers still tightly gripping the tattered and unsalvageable hobby horse. "Papa gave it to me, and... he's not here and-" a small, muffled sob escaped again, and Emilia's heart thudded against her chest as she looked up and around. "Is your mother here, at least?"
The boy pointed, and sure enough a woman who shared the same complexion and features as the boy was cleaning up the remains of a boat wreckage, too busy salvaging their livelihood. Yet the boy's favorite toy was spoilt now, Emilia couldn't bear to just leave him, could she?
Looking up, she was just in time to catch Persephone rumbling in with her entourage, and Emilia's mind raced, attempting to find a solution, as she crouched next to the sniffling boy. "Tell you what." she picked the ruined toy out o fhis hands. "I'm Princess Emilia. I'll bring this back and have it fixed. An I'll send it back to your place, shall I? Would that help?" she offered with a kind smile, hoping that would be enough to stop the tears.
And then her lady finally arrived! Amynta's face softened with relief. She knew that Persephone wanted to be here herself, but the duties of the gentry frequently spirited her away from the things she wished to focus on. Amynta had specifically noted down on the schedule for the day to allow Persephone extra time to devote to this, but apparently, some nobles just ignored such things in their own entitlement. Amynta quietly made a mental note to instruct other servants of the household to be more firm about keeping others to the princess' schedule... and bumping Lord Panos down lower on the list of allowed visitors. That haughty little shi-
Amynta's unkind thoughts were interrupted with a tug at her skirts, and there at her feet was a little girl, no more than four. Amynta's brewing foul mood dissipated as quickly as it had arisen, and she squatted down to be eye-level with the girl, which, given Amynta's shorter stature, wasn't hard. "Here you go, little one," she said, tearing off a little bread with some honey to offer the little girl. "Where is your mama, hmm?"
The little girl took the bread and chewed on it softly, but said nothing. She couldn't even meet Amynta's eyes. Instead, the girl ran off to the side of a haggard-looking man who had just set down a hunk of broken beam just cleared away. His eyes were rimmed red with tears, and his face sagged with exhaustion, peppered with stubble from a few days without shaving. The little girl offered the bread to him, and the man's lips pursed tight. Instead of taking the bread, he just held the little girl tight.
Amynta sighed, watching the little tableau a moment, but shook her head to bring her attention back to the task at hand. She quietly plotted a course that would ensure her basket was empty by the time she intercepted her lady's course with distribution, and perhaps even lured Emilia to join them both, so they could stand with some unity against the devastation around them.
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And then her lady finally arrived! Amynta's face softened with relief. She knew that Persephone wanted to be here herself, but the duties of the gentry frequently spirited her away from the things she wished to focus on. Amynta had specifically noted down on the schedule for the day to allow Persephone extra time to devote to this, but apparently, some nobles just ignored such things in their own entitlement. Amynta quietly made a mental note to instruct other servants of the household to be more firm about keeping others to the princess' schedule... and bumping Lord Panos down lower on the list of allowed visitors. That haughty little shi-
Amynta's unkind thoughts were interrupted with a tug at her skirts, and there at her feet was a little girl, no more than four. Amynta's brewing foul mood dissipated as quickly as it had arisen, and she squatted down to be eye-level with the girl, which, given Amynta's shorter stature, wasn't hard. "Here you go, little one," she said, tearing off a little bread with some honey to offer the little girl. "Where is your mama, hmm?"
The little girl took the bread and chewed on it softly, but said nothing. She couldn't even meet Amynta's eyes. Instead, the girl ran off to the side of a haggard-looking man who had just set down a hunk of broken beam just cleared away. His eyes were rimmed red with tears, and his face sagged with exhaustion, peppered with stubble from a few days without shaving. The little girl offered the bread to him, and the man's lips pursed tight. Instead of taking the bread, he just held the little girl tight.
Amynta sighed, watching the little tableau a moment, but shook her head to bring her attention back to the task at hand. She quietly plotted a course that would ensure her basket was empty by the time she intercepted her lady's course with distribution, and perhaps even lured Emilia to join them both, so they could stand with some unity against the devastation around them.
And then her lady finally arrived! Amynta's face softened with relief. She knew that Persephone wanted to be here herself, but the duties of the gentry frequently spirited her away from the things she wished to focus on. Amynta had specifically noted down on the schedule for the day to allow Persephone extra time to devote to this, but apparently, some nobles just ignored such things in their own entitlement. Amynta quietly made a mental note to instruct other servants of the household to be more firm about keeping others to the princess' schedule... and bumping Lord Panos down lower on the list of allowed visitors. That haughty little shi-
Amynta's unkind thoughts were interrupted with a tug at her skirts, and there at her feet was a little girl, no more than four. Amynta's brewing foul mood dissipated as quickly as it had arisen, and she squatted down to be eye-level with the girl, which, given Amynta's shorter stature, wasn't hard. "Here you go, little one," she said, tearing off a little bread with some honey to offer the little girl. "Where is your mama, hmm?"
The little girl took the bread and chewed on it softly, but said nothing. She couldn't even meet Amynta's eyes. Instead, the girl ran off to the side of a haggard-looking man who had just set down a hunk of broken beam just cleared away. His eyes were rimmed red with tears, and his face sagged with exhaustion, peppered with stubble from a few days without shaving. The little girl offered the bread to him, and the man's lips pursed tight. Instead of taking the bread, he just held the little girl tight.
Amynta sighed, watching the little tableau a moment, but shook her head to bring her attention back to the task at hand. She quietly plotted a course that would ensure her basket was empty by the time she intercepted her lady's course with distribution, and perhaps even lured Emilia to join them both, so they could stand with some unity against the devastation around them.
Belen was becoming more and more uncomfortable. He never wanted to be here in the first place, he only owned favour, but what was worse was the amount of royalty that seemed to suddenly of flooded the area. Now Belen held no disdain for those of higher class or those of royal blood, however what he didn't like was the amount of armoured personal that seemed to follow them. Belen wasn't stupid he knew why they had guards, they were a target, any inkling of common sense could tell you it was a good idea if you were of importance. Yet that didn't seem to stop the hunter from becoming more and more nervous, and a nervous person around royalty always look suspicious.
The hunter shook his head, as he realised a Lady stood in front of Adrasteia and himself. The hunter's eyes seemed to linger on the women, ignoring the man who had just offered them water moments ago complete. This lady was obviously of higher standing, but perhaps not royalty. It was hard for Belen to tell, yet his thievish instincts told him she probably had more gold than the average commoner. However, Belen quickly batted that thought out from his mind. He was here to help, not to rob people. Besides at this point he was in good enough standing not to have to resort to stealing. The hunter's eyes however dropped towards the food she held, he could feel his stomach churn in hunger, it growling like some beast owned by Hades. Although, he seemed to shake his head at that thought, he had eaten yesterday, he could go without food for the most of today. He had done it plenty of times before so he could do it again.
Adrasteia however, looked up at the women, the mug of water clasped in her hand. She gave a rather small nod to Amynta, as she opened her mouth to ask for food, yet she was cut off by the small child tugging at the Lady's dress, pulling their attention away. Adrasteia and Belen watched as the small girl ran back to her father, the sense of grief striking Belen like an arrow. His hand balling into a fist as he saw the grief of a family torn apart by events far out of their control. There was even a small wave of anger in his face as he watched the events unfold in his eyes. "The Gods truly do have a sense of cruel humour don't they?" Perhaps not the kindest words Belen could of offered in this moment, nor perhaps the best, with disgust in his voice, his companion turned to him, with an expression of shock and frustration, looking as if she was about to tell him off, yet before she could even utter the words, Belen had began to make his way off towards the wreckage.
Adrasteia turned to the lady hanging her head, as she rubbed her temples in frustration. "Do not mind him Ma'am, he... Does not find my joy in any of this." Adrasteia said, attempting to apologise for the hunter's words. Her eyes flickered over the food Amynta held, her eyes instantly lighting up and glowing with joy. Unlike Belen, she hadn't eat, nor was she use to going without food. This tail end of the storm, for as minor as it was compared to the full storm, had sent most commoners life into the wind, sending them all into confusion, and because of that, food was becoming more and more scares, it was not too big of a problem yet, but within her own house hold, it was becoming apparent. "Ma'am, if I could ask for a bit of food for me and my companion, I don't believe either of us have eaten today." The girl spoke, offering her most polite smile possible, allowing that childish innocence to shine through.
Belen, with conflict racing in his mind made his way other to the man he saw out earlier. He was a tall man, with his hair grey and face riddled with hold age. Yet he appeared fit and strong, he was a working man, and someone determined to still work. The hunter watched as Adrasteia's father worked with a small group of men. Each had a rope and were pulling hard on a boat, dragging whatever body of it remained for the calm and lapping ocean. With a few jolts and jumps, the group of men eventually hulled the boat onto land. It was large, and for the most part intact, yet it missed a large amount of wood, making it far from sea worthy. With the wood soaked by salt water and seaweed tangled around the broken edges, these people seemed determined to at least salvage what they could, to fix their broken livelihood, and it was something Belen respected greatly.
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Belen was becoming more and more uncomfortable. He never wanted to be here in the first place, he only owned favour, but what was worse was the amount of royalty that seemed to suddenly of flooded the area. Now Belen held no disdain for those of higher class or those of royal blood, however what he didn't like was the amount of armoured personal that seemed to follow them. Belen wasn't stupid he knew why they had guards, they were a target, any inkling of common sense could tell you it was a good idea if you were of importance. Yet that didn't seem to stop the hunter from becoming more and more nervous, and a nervous person around royalty always look suspicious.
The hunter shook his head, as he realised a Lady stood in front of Adrasteia and himself. The hunter's eyes seemed to linger on the women, ignoring the man who had just offered them water moments ago complete. This lady was obviously of higher standing, but perhaps not royalty. It was hard for Belen to tell, yet his thievish instincts told him she probably had more gold than the average commoner. However, Belen quickly batted that thought out from his mind. He was here to help, not to rob people. Besides at this point he was in good enough standing not to have to resort to stealing. The hunter's eyes however dropped towards the food she held, he could feel his stomach churn in hunger, it growling like some beast owned by Hades. Although, he seemed to shake his head at that thought, he had eaten yesterday, he could go without food for the most of today. He had done it plenty of times before so he could do it again.
Adrasteia however, looked up at the women, the mug of water clasped in her hand. She gave a rather small nod to Amynta, as she opened her mouth to ask for food, yet she was cut off by the small child tugging at the Lady's dress, pulling their attention away. Adrasteia and Belen watched as the small girl ran back to her father, the sense of grief striking Belen like an arrow. His hand balling into a fist as he saw the grief of a family torn apart by events far out of their control. There was even a small wave of anger in his face as he watched the events unfold in his eyes. "The Gods truly do have a sense of cruel humour don't they?" Perhaps not the kindest words Belen could of offered in this moment, nor perhaps the best, with disgust in his voice, his companion turned to him, with an expression of shock and frustration, looking as if she was about to tell him off, yet before she could even utter the words, Belen had began to make his way off towards the wreckage.
Adrasteia turned to the lady hanging her head, as she rubbed her temples in frustration. "Do not mind him Ma'am, he... Does not find my joy in any of this." Adrasteia said, attempting to apologise for the hunter's words. Her eyes flickered over the food Amynta held, her eyes instantly lighting up and glowing with joy. Unlike Belen, she hadn't eat, nor was she use to going without food. This tail end of the storm, for as minor as it was compared to the full storm, had sent most commoners life into the wind, sending them all into confusion, and because of that, food was becoming more and more scares, it was not too big of a problem yet, but within her own house hold, it was becoming apparent. "Ma'am, if I could ask for a bit of food for me and my companion, I don't believe either of us have eaten today." The girl spoke, offering her most polite smile possible, allowing that childish innocence to shine through.
Belen, with conflict racing in his mind made his way other to the man he saw out earlier. He was a tall man, with his hair grey and face riddled with hold age. Yet he appeared fit and strong, he was a working man, and someone determined to still work. The hunter watched as Adrasteia's father worked with a small group of men. Each had a rope and were pulling hard on a boat, dragging whatever body of it remained for the calm and lapping ocean. With a few jolts and jumps, the group of men eventually hulled the boat onto land. It was large, and for the most part intact, yet it missed a large amount of wood, making it far from sea worthy. With the wood soaked by salt water and seaweed tangled around the broken edges, these people seemed determined to at least salvage what they could, to fix their broken livelihood, and it was something Belen respected greatly.
Belen was becoming more and more uncomfortable. He never wanted to be here in the first place, he only owned favour, but what was worse was the amount of royalty that seemed to suddenly of flooded the area. Now Belen held no disdain for those of higher class or those of royal blood, however what he didn't like was the amount of armoured personal that seemed to follow them. Belen wasn't stupid he knew why they had guards, they were a target, any inkling of common sense could tell you it was a good idea if you were of importance. Yet that didn't seem to stop the hunter from becoming more and more nervous, and a nervous person around royalty always look suspicious.
The hunter shook his head, as he realised a Lady stood in front of Adrasteia and himself. The hunter's eyes seemed to linger on the women, ignoring the man who had just offered them water moments ago complete. This lady was obviously of higher standing, but perhaps not royalty. It was hard for Belen to tell, yet his thievish instincts told him she probably had more gold than the average commoner. However, Belen quickly batted that thought out from his mind. He was here to help, not to rob people. Besides at this point he was in good enough standing not to have to resort to stealing. The hunter's eyes however dropped towards the food she held, he could feel his stomach churn in hunger, it growling like some beast owned by Hades. Although, he seemed to shake his head at that thought, he had eaten yesterday, he could go without food for the most of today. He had done it plenty of times before so he could do it again.
Adrasteia however, looked up at the women, the mug of water clasped in her hand. She gave a rather small nod to Amynta, as she opened her mouth to ask for food, yet she was cut off by the small child tugging at the Lady's dress, pulling their attention away. Adrasteia and Belen watched as the small girl ran back to her father, the sense of grief striking Belen like an arrow. His hand balling into a fist as he saw the grief of a family torn apart by events far out of their control. There was even a small wave of anger in his face as he watched the events unfold in his eyes. "The Gods truly do have a sense of cruel humour don't they?" Perhaps not the kindest words Belen could of offered in this moment, nor perhaps the best, with disgust in his voice, his companion turned to him, with an expression of shock and frustration, looking as if she was about to tell him off, yet before she could even utter the words, Belen had began to make his way off towards the wreckage.
Adrasteia turned to the lady hanging her head, as she rubbed her temples in frustration. "Do not mind him Ma'am, he... Does not find my joy in any of this." Adrasteia said, attempting to apologise for the hunter's words. Her eyes flickered over the food Amynta held, her eyes instantly lighting up and glowing with joy. Unlike Belen, she hadn't eat, nor was she use to going without food. This tail end of the storm, for as minor as it was compared to the full storm, had sent most commoners life into the wind, sending them all into confusion, and because of that, food was becoming more and more scares, it was not too big of a problem yet, but within her own house hold, it was becoming apparent. "Ma'am, if I could ask for a bit of food for me and my companion, I don't believe either of us have eaten today." The girl spoke, offering her most polite smile possible, allowing that childish innocence to shine through.
Belen, with conflict racing in his mind made his way other to the man he saw out earlier. He was a tall man, with his hair grey and face riddled with hold age. Yet he appeared fit and strong, he was a working man, and someone determined to still work. The hunter watched as Adrasteia's father worked with a small group of men. Each had a rope and were pulling hard on a boat, dragging whatever body of it remained for the calm and lapping ocean. With a few jolts and jumps, the group of men eventually hulled the boat onto land. It was large, and for the most part intact, yet it missed a large amount of wood, making it far from sea worthy. With the wood soaked by salt water and seaweed tangled around the broken edges, these people seemed determined to at least salvage what they could, to fix their broken livelihood, and it was something Belen respected greatly.
Persephone helped in instructing and demonstrating where each of the supplies in the wagon she had brought were to go. She pointed at particular groups of people who looked cold, sending a guard with blankets, she pointed at others that were trying to piece together broken boats or dinghies and sent several men with tools and sheets of wooden panelling. To a few others she directed them to take a large slab of meet and two loaves of bread to the doors of every home along the harbour side. Many who had lost their livelihoods would have little coin for food for the next few weeks and while the meat and bread were very little, it would at least keep them fed for some of that time - longer if the women of the house new how to ration.
By the time she was done with her instructions, the wagon was almost empty, with only barrels of water and crates of bread still left - these would be used throughout the day, in the same way Emilia and Amynta were already attending to... They would be passed to the workers and the volunteers who had come down to the waterfront in order to help out their fellow man.
When her guards were back from their trip along the harbour side and were now free pairs of hands - though ones that were unable to leave her side for long periods of time, Persephone left one with the wagon, instructing him to leave it under her little sister's command - Emilia would be wise enough to know how to distribute the food and water across the day - Persephone headed out onto the stony beach of the harbour.
Her boots crunched down onto the rocks beneath her soles and the wind caught her thin under tunic, sending it out behind her like a cape around her waist. Instructing her men to haul and pull on crates that were being pulled into the sea, to help get the injured to stop working as desperately as they were and tend to their wounds...
There was a small group of men trying to pull a large boat out onto the shore, away from the cloying and grasping waves of the ocean and Persephone pointed her instruction at the guards to run forward and help them secure it further onto dry land.
Standing back and allowing the men to work - for she had no physical power to lend a hand in such scenarios - Persephone looked around at the people on the beach and couldn't help but smile a little.
Devastation had struck this area of the city - no matter how small said area was - and had had a terrifying and frightening impact on several people's lives. And yet there were far more people willing to heed their princess's call and head to the harbour, ready and willing to help where they could. Some might have looked at that which surrounded them and seen horrors and grief. Persephone saw such things too but she also saw compassion... and human kindness...
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Persephone helped in instructing and demonstrating where each of the supplies in the wagon she had brought were to go. She pointed at particular groups of people who looked cold, sending a guard with blankets, she pointed at others that were trying to piece together broken boats or dinghies and sent several men with tools and sheets of wooden panelling. To a few others she directed them to take a large slab of meet and two loaves of bread to the doors of every home along the harbour side. Many who had lost their livelihoods would have little coin for food for the next few weeks and while the meat and bread were very little, it would at least keep them fed for some of that time - longer if the women of the house new how to ration.
By the time she was done with her instructions, the wagon was almost empty, with only barrels of water and crates of bread still left - these would be used throughout the day, in the same way Emilia and Amynta were already attending to... They would be passed to the workers and the volunteers who had come down to the waterfront in order to help out their fellow man.
When her guards were back from their trip along the harbour side and were now free pairs of hands - though ones that were unable to leave her side for long periods of time, Persephone left one with the wagon, instructing him to leave it under her little sister's command - Emilia would be wise enough to know how to distribute the food and water across the day - Persephone headed out onto the stony beach of the harbour.
Her boots crunched down onto the rocks beneath her soles and the wind caught her thin under tunic, sending it out behind her like a cape around her waist. Instructing her men to haul and pull on crates that were being pulled into the sea, to help get the injured to stop working as desperately as they were and tend to their wounds...
There was a small group of men trying to pull a large boat out onto the shore, away from the cloying and grasping waves of the ocean and Persephone pointed her instruction at the guards to run forward and help them secure it further onto dry land.
Standing back and allowing the men to work - for she had no physical power to lend a hand in such scenarios - Persephone looked around at the people on the beach and couldn't help but smile a little.
Devastation had struck this area of the city - no matter how small said area was - and had had a terrifying and frightening impact on several people's lives. And yet there were far more people willing to heed their princess's call and head to the harbour, ready and willing to help where they could. Some might have looked at that which surrounded them and seen horrors and grief. Persephone saw such things too but she also saw compassion... and human kindness...
Persephone helped in instructing and demonstrating where each of the supplies in the wagon she had brought were to go. She pointed at particular groups of people who looked cold, sending a guard with blankets, she pointed at others that were trying to piece together broken boats or dinghies and sent several men with tools and sheets of wooden panelling. To a few others she directed them to take a large slab of meet and two loaves of bread to the doors of every home along the harbour side. Many who had lost their livelihoods would have little coin for food for the next few weeks and while the meat and bread were very little, it would at least keep them fed for some of that time - longer if the women of the house new how to ration.
By the time she was done with her instructions, the wagon was almost empty, with only barrels of water and crates of bread still left - these would be used throughout the day, in the same way Emilia and Amynta were already attending to... They would be passed to the workers and the volunteers who had come down to the waterfront in order to help out their fellow man.
When her guards were back from their trip along the harbour side and were now free pairs of hands - though ones that were unable to leave her side for long periods of time, Persephone left one with the wagon, instructing him to leave it under her little sister's command - Emilia would be wise enough to know how to distribute the food and water across the day - Persephone headed out onto the stony beach of the harbour.
Her boots crunched down onto the rocks beneath her soles and the wind caught her thin under tunic, sending it out behind her like a cape around her waist. Instructing her men to haul and pull on crates that were being pulled into the sea, to help get the injured to stop working as desperately as they were and tend to their wounds...
There was a small group of men trying to pull a large boat out onto the shore, away from the cloying and grasping waves of the ocean and Persephone pointed her instruction at the guards to run forward and help them secure it further onto dry land.
Standing back and allowing the men to work - for she had no physical power to lend a hand in such scenarios - Persephone looked around at the people on the beach and couldn't help but smile a little.
Devastation had struck this area of the city - no matter how small said area was - and had had a terrifying and frightening impact on several people's lives. And yet there were far more people willing to heed their princess's call and head to the harbour, ready and willing to help where they could. Some might have looked at that which surrounded them and seen horrors and grief. Persephone saw such things too but she also saw compassion... and human kindness...
Luckily for her, the boy seemed mollified with the suggestion, nodding tearfully as Emilia stood up, and nudged him to return to his mother. Picking up the broken hobby horse, Emilia handed it off to one of her retainers with instructions to get the palace servants to salvage it if possible, before standing up again, dusting off her now damp chiton before observing the area.
People came and went, doing their best to save as much as they can of the harbor. By the edges, Emilia could see the men gathering to fix the damaged harbor, one of the town's livelihoods as a port and fishing area. With a look behind, she directed her lady's maids over there with the fresh water, before her eyes fell on her sister's graceful form.
The elder princess had left the wagon for her, from the way the servants were looking at her anyway. Watching Persephone stride towards the beach, she picked her way towards the wagon instead, picking up the silks of her chiton as she made her way there. By now, the young sixteen year old has had quite enough of the way her hair was getting frizzy from the salty sea air, and how damp the edges of her chiton was, and getting damper by the minute.
Yet Emilia was unwilling to disappoint Persephone's expectations of her. She had grown up wanting to make her father and her sister proud, and it wasn't different now - sometimes it made Emilia wonder what did she want to do with her own life. She had revolved her life around silken clothings, styling outfits, jewelry, shoes and all the fripperies she could enjoy as a princess. But the mere idea of having a life not as a princess terrified her.
Peering into the wagon that Persephone had left for her, she instructed for the heavier proportion of the food, incuding stuff like cheese to be kept for later in the day when a bulk of the work was done and people would take their evening break. The cheese would make their throats parched, so it was unwise to dish it out while work was being done. She got the servants to ensure the water was cooled, as well as the few urns of wine that was there, she allowed the remaining breads to be handed out.
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Luckily for her, the boy seemed mollified with the suggestion, nodding tearfully as Emilia stood up, and nudged him to return to his mother. Picking up the broken hobby horse, Emilia handed it off to one of her retainers with instructions to get the palace servants to salvage it if possible, before standing up again, dusting off her now damp chiton before observing the area.
People came and went, doing their best to save as much as they can of the harbor. By the edges, Emilia could see the men gathering to fix the damaged harbor, one of the town's livelihoods as a port and fishing area. With a look behind, she directed her lady's maids over there with the fresh water, before her eyes fell on her sister's graceful form.
The elder princess had left the wagon for her, from the way the servants were looking at her anyway. Watching Persephone stride towards the beach, she picked her way towards the wagon instead, picking up the silks of her chiton as she made her way there. By now, the young sixteen year old has had quite enough of the way her hair was getting frizzy from the salty sea air, and how damp the edges of her chiton was, and getting damper by the minute.
Yet Emilia was unwilling to disappoint Persephone's expectations of her. She had grown up wanting to make her father and her sister proud, and it wasn't different now - sometimes it made Emilia wonder what did she want to do with her own life. She had revolved her life around silken clothings, styling outfits, jewelry, shoes and all the fripperies she could enjoy as a princess. But the mere idea of having a life not as a princess terrified her.
Peering into the wagon that Persephone had left for her, she instructed for the heavier proportion of the food, incuding stuff like cheese to be kept for later in the day when a bulk of the work was done and people would take their evening break. The cheese would make their throats parched, so it was unwise to dish it out while work was being done. She got the servants to ensure the water was cooled, as well as the few urns of wine that was there, she allowed the remaining breads to be handed out.
Luckily for her, the boy seemed mollified with the suggestion, nodding tearfully as Emilia stood up, and nudged him to return to his mother. Picking up the broken hobby horse, Emilia handed it off to one of her retainers with instructions to get the palace servants to salvage it if possible, before standing up again, dusting off her now damp chiton before observing the area.
People came and went, doing their best to save as much as they can of the harbor. By the edges, Emilia could see the men gathering to fix the damaged harbor, one of the town's livelihoods as a port and fishing area. With a look behind, she directed her lady's maids over there with the fresh water, before her eyes fell on her sister's graceful form.
The elder princess had left the wagon for her, from the way the servants were looking at her anyway. Watching Persephone stride towards the beach, she picked her way towards the wagon instead, picking up the silks of her chiton as she made her way there. By now, the young sixteen year old has had quite enough of the way her hair was getting frizzy from the salty sea air, and how damp the edges of her chiton was, and getting damper by the minute.
Yet Emilia was unwilling to disappoint Persephone's expectations of her. She had grown up wanting to make her father and her sister proud, and it wasn't different now - sometimes it made Emilia wonder what did she want to do with her own life. She had revolved her life around silken clothings, styling outfits, jewelry, shoes and all the fripperies she could enjoy as a princess. But the mere idea of having a life not as a princess terrified her.
Peering into the wagon that Persephone had left for her, she instructed for the heavier proportion of the food, incuding stuff like cheese to be kept for later in the day when a bulk of the work was done and people would take their evening break. The cheese would make their throats parched, so it was unwise to dish it out while work was being done. She got the servants to ensure the water was cooled, as well as the few urns of wine that was there, she allowed the remaining breads to be handed out.
Stelios calmly roamed the busy streets of the Athenian harbour, clad in his military clothing and armed with his parazonium dagger and dual kopis swords, choosing to do so was an decision made by his tactical mind. With so much cargo and goods scattered, looting was more than likely and he was also aware that so many people in such tight spaces could lead to a fight, Stelios hoped that if one did occur it would be a good one. He looked at the people which passed by his sides, some with a determined look in their eyes as they performed their assigned tasks and others who looked lost simply standing around idly. While the city had remained mostly untouched, the harbour had been littered with debris, debris which he carefully avoided stepping on as he walked the streets towards the beach.[/div] Stepping onto the sand he would look over the vast horizon which covered the expanse in front of him, while the sea was no calm and the sky clear, but he could only imagine how high the waves would have been during the storm. He closed his eyes and tried to place himself on one of the ships facing the elements, he concluded that he wouldn't of wanted to be on any of those ships. Opening his eyes again he looked down at his feet, noticing the top of a bottle, the rest seemingly buried in the sand. He slowly went through his knees as he reached for it, his fingers would trace the lip of the bottle.
He dug it out from the sand, pulling it free only to discover that the bottom half had broken off and disappeared with the waves, certainly a result from the storm. Stelios would sigh as he had secretly been hoping that it had been filled with wine. He would place it back exactly as he had found it before rising to his full height again. He turned and started walking back towards the streets. As he gazed upon the many faces which brought the street to life, he recognized the face of Persephone of Xanthos, he frowned as he stared at the princess, who, if the rumours were to be believed, was destined to break tradition.
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Stelios calmly roamed the busy streets of the Athenian harbour, clad in his military clothing and armed with his parazonium dagger and dual kopis swords, choosing to do so was an decision made by his tactical mind. With so much cargo and goods scattered, looting was more than likely and he was also aware that so many people in such tight spaces could lead to a fight, Stelios hoped that if one did occur it would be a good one. He looked at the people which passed by his sides, some with a determined look in their eyes as they performed their assigned tasks and others who looked lost simply standing around idly. While the city had remained mostly untouched, the harbour had been littered with debris, debris which he carefully avoided stepping on as he walked the streets towards the beach.[/div] Stepping onto the sand he would look over the vast horizon which covered the expanse in front of him, while the sea was no calm and the sky clear, but he could only imagine how high the waves would have been during the storm. He closed his eyes and tried to place himself on one of the ships facing the elements, he concluded that he wouldn't of wanted to be on any of those ships. Opening his eyes again he looked down at his feet, noticing the top of a bottle, the rest seemingly buried in the sand. He slowly went through his knees as he reached for it, his fingers would trace the lip of the bottle.
He dug it out from the sand, pulling it free only to discover that the bottom half had broken off and disappeared with the waves, certainly a result from the storm. Stelios would sigh as he had secretly been hoping that it had been filled with wine. He would place it back exactly as he had found it before rising to his full height again. He turned and started walking back towards the streets. As he gazed upon the many faces which brought the street to life, he recognized the face of Persephone of Xanthos, he frowned as he stared at the princess, who, if the rumours were to be believed, was destined to break tradition.
Stelios calmly roamed the busy streets of the Athenian harbour, clad in his military clothing and armed with his parazonium dagger and dual kopis swords, choosing to do so was an decision made by his tactical mind. With so much cargo and goods scattered, looting was more than likely and he was also aware that so many people in such tight spaces could lead to a fight, Stelios hoped that if one did occur it would be a good one. He looked at the people which passed by his sides, some with a determined look in their eyes as they performed their assigned tasks and others who looked lost simply standing around idly. While the city had remained mostly untouched, the harbour had been littered with debris, debris which he carefully avoided stepping on as he walked the streets towards the beach.[/div] Stepping onto the sand he would look over the vast horizon which covered the expanse in front of him, while the sea was no calm and the sky clear, but he could only imagine how high the waves would have been during the storm. He closed his eyes and tried to place himself on one of the ships facing the elements, he concluded that he wouldn't of wanted to be on any of those ships. Opening his eyes again he looked down at his feet, noticing the top of a bottle, the rest seemingly buried in the sand. He slowly went through his knees as he reached for it, his fingers would trace the lip of the bottle.
He dug it out from the sand, pulling it free only to discover that the bottom half had broken off and disappeared with the waves, certainly a result from the storm. Stelios would sigh as he had secretly been hoping that it had been filled with wine. He would place it back exactly as he had found it before rising to his full height again. He turned and started walking back towards the streets. As he gazed upon the many faces which brought the street to life, he recognized the face of Persephone of Xanthos, he frowned as he stared at the princess, who, if the rumours were to be believed, was destined to break tradition.
Adrasteia's request for food for both her and Belen made Amynta smile. "Of course, dear heart. Please, eat and keep your strength. This is not the time for any to go hungry." The look Amynta gave to Belen brooked little argument, not in the imperious way of a noble to a commoner, but in the way a sister might scold a brother for suffering too much at his own expense. With bread and oil distributed, Amynta nodded to them both and moved on. The hungry were many, and the hands to feed them were few.
Eventually her steps took her back to Persephone, whom Amynta greeted with a quickly murmured "My lady," and left it at that. Her father had taught her that you never salute a captain on the battlefield, as that would make them a target to the enemy. While Amynta did not think there were enemies afoot, just suffering people, she still had to take her lady's safety into account, even with all the guards present.
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Adrasteia's request for food for both her and Belen made Amynta smile. "Of course, dear heart. Please, eat and keep your strength. This is not the time for any to go hungry." The look Amynta gave to Belen brooked little argument, not in the imperious way of a noble to a commoner, but in the way a sister might scold a brother for suffering too much at his own expense. With bread and oil distributed, Amynta nodded to them both and moved on. The hungry were many, and the hands to feed them were few.
Eventually her steps took her back to Persephone, whom Amynta greeted with a quickly murmured "My lady," and left it at that. Her father had taught her that you never salute a captain on the battlefield, as that would make them a target to the enemy. While Amynta did not think there were enemies afoot, just suffering people, she still had to take her lady's safety into account, even with all the guards present.
Adrasteia's request for food for both her and Belen made Amynta smile. "Of course, dear heart. Please, eat and keep your strength. This is not the time for any to go hungry." The look Amynta gave to Belen brooked little argument, not in the imperious way of a noble to a commoner, but in the way a sister might scold a brother for suffering too much at his own expense. With bread and oil distributed, Amynta nodded to them both and moved on. The hungry were many, and the hands to feed them were few.
Eventually her steps took her back to Persephone, whom Amynta greeted with a quickly murmured "My lady," and left it at that. Her father had taught her that you never salute a captain on the battlefield, as that would make them a target to the enemy. While Amynta did not think there were enemies afoot, just suffering people, she still had to take her lady's safety into account, even with all the guards present.
Belen was quick to make his way over to the group of men, with their boat. He was no a heartless man, and knew when he would have to make things right. As he approached, he was to even catch the gaze of Adrasteia’s father. Time seemed to freeze for the two, as Belen felt daggers being thrown into his chest, and eventually his gaze faltered looking back towards the ground, even still he continued to approach. He would make things right between the two, as a friend. However in his moment of thought, Belen never expected to be flanked by guards. Raising his head, his heart began to beat quicker and quicker. The hunter was not the most respectable looking man, with his scar, unkempt hair and assortment of weapons on his person, nor was he the most respectable person in general. He was a thief at the end of the day, something he had thankfully kept out of the guard’s eyes for awhile, however with guards at his side and following him, he could not help but wonder if he had been found out. Although not obvious to the masses, anyone with a keen eye would be able to see the sudden change in the way the hunter held himself. He became more timid, smaller, yet it was not as if someone could blame him, it was a guard that gave him his signature scar after all.
Keeping his eyes straight, Belen approached the ship. The group of men had done a good job so far, of getting the boat out of the water, however without the help of the element of water, and left with nothing but the dry and heavy sand, he knew they would need further help than the group they already had. As he came towards the boat, he exchanged very few words with Adrasteia’s father, as he seemed far too focused in his work for simple minded chatter. After that the hunter was quick to grab a rope, and to his surprise, he noticed a few of the guards who had been following him do the same.
The now bolstered group of men worked hard together as one unit. A large group of men, including Belen, held ropes pulling the boat further onto shore, while another group stood within the water, pushing the boat with as much force as they had. A few guards and sailors stood to the side just to make sure the boat wasn’t to collapse on its side. The work was long and hard, Belen was not the strongest in physical strength by any means. Quick and able to move for practically forever, yet he was not durable or strong, which made a task like this rather strenuous. Even so, with every heave, every shove, they made progress, eventually pulling the large boat further up on the beach.
With a job well done, the hunter had dropped the rope, rubbing his arms as he suddenly felt his bones ache. Apparently the group had garnered some attention after their little display of teamwork, something Belen was less than happy about. Despite the eyes that seemed to linger on him, he turned his body walking away, as the sailors began to disperse as well, seemingly to go and gather supplies to begin actual repairs on the boat.
Before the hunter could get much further than a few steps away from the boat, he felt a tug at his wrist, turning around with a speed unseen before during his time on the beach, he was quick to spot Adrasteia, standing there with a piece of bread in one hand, and a scolding look on his face. They, much like Belen and her father exchanged few words, as he took the bread turning his back to the girl, after she said she would continue to work with her father. Belen was never a man for talking, and with a conflicted mind, and a hatred for seeing the amount of grief that littered the area, he much preferred to keep his voice quiet and deal with the problems on his own.
The hunter however, didn’t move far, instead he stood rather close to his younger friend. He had just moved to the side of the boat. Removing his hatchet from his belt, Belen was swift to knock out the planks of wood, rotten and made weak by the sea water, as well as removing what seaweed had entangled its way through the gaps of the boat. He worked and he worked quickly, but even still with the sun beating down on his back heavily, he knew the day would be long and tiring.
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Belen was quick to make his way over to the group of men, with their boat. He was no a heartless man, and knew when he would have to make things right. As he approached, he was to even catch the gaze of Adrasteia’s father. Time seemed to freeze for the two, as Belen felt daggers being thrown into his chest, and eventually his gaze faltered looking back towards the ground, even still he continued to approach. He would make things right between the two, as a friend. However in his moment of thought, Belen never expected to be flanked by guards. Raising his head, his heart began to beat quicker and quicker. The hunter was not the most respectable looking man, with his scar, unkempt hair and assortment of weapons on his person, nor was he the most respectable person in general. He was a thief at the end of the day, something he had thankfully kept out of the guard’s eyes for awhile, however with guards at his side and following him, he could not help but wonder if he had been found out. Although not obvious to the masses, anyone with a keen eye would be able to see the sudden change in the way the hunter held himself. He became more timid, smaller, yet it was not as if someone could blame him, it was a guard that gave him his signature scar after all.
Keeping his eyes straight, Belen approached the ship. The group of men had done a good job so far, of getting the boat out of the water, however without the help of the element of water, and left with nothing but the dry and heavy sand, he knew they would need further help than the group they already had. As he came towards the boat, he exchanged very few words with Adrasteia’s father, as he seemed far too focused in his work for simple minded chatter. After that the hunter was quick to grab a rope, and to his surprise, he noticed a few of the guards who had been following him do the same.
The now bolstered group of men worked hard together as one unit. A large group of men, including Belen, held ropes pulling the boat further onto shore, while another group stood within the water, pushing the boat with as much force as they had. A few guards and sailors stood to the side just to make sure the boat wasn’t to collapse on its side. The work was long and hard, Belen was not the strongest in physical strength by any means. Quick and able to move for practically forever, yet he was not durable or strong, which made a task like this rather strenuous. Even so, with every heave, every shove, they made progress, eventually pulling the large boat further up on the beach.
With a job well done, the hunter had dropped the rope, rubbing his arms as he suddenly felt his bones ache. Apparently the group had garnered some attention after their little display of teamwork, something Belen was less than happy about. Despite the eyes that seemed to linger on him, he turned his body walking away, as the sailors began to disperse as well, seemingly to go and gather supplies to begin actual repairs on the boat.
Before the hunter could get much further than a few steps away from the boat, he felt a tug at his wrist, turning around with a speed unseen before during his time on the beach, he was quick to spot Adrasteia, standing there with a piece of bread in one hand, and a scolding look on his face. They, much like Belen and her father exchanged few words, as he took the bread turning his back to the girl, after she said she would continue to work with her father. Belen was never a man for talking, and with a conflicted mind, and a hatred for seeing the amount of grief that littered the area, he much preferred to keep his voice quiet and deal with the problems on his own.
The hunter however, didn’t move far, instead he stood rather close to his younger friend. He had just moved to the side of the boat. Removing his hatchet from his belt, Belen was swift to knock out the planks of wood, rotten and made weak by the sea water, as well as removing what seaweed had entangled its way through the gaps of the boat. He worked and he worked quickly, but even still with the sun beating down on his back heavily, he knew the day would be long and tiring.
Belen was quick to make his way over to the group of men, with their boat. He was no a heartless man, and knew when he would have to make things right. As he approached, he was to even catch the gaze of Adrasteia’s father. Time seemed to freeze for the two, as Belen felt daggers being thrown into his chest, and eventually his gaze faltered looking back towards the ground, even still he continued to approach. He would make things right between the two, as a friend. However in his moment of thought, Belen never expected to be flanked by guards. Raising his head, his heart began to beat quicker and quicker. The hunter was not the most respectable looking man, with his scar, unkempt hair and assortment of weapons on his person, nor was he the most respectable person in general. He was a thief at the end of the day, something he had thankfully kept out of the guard’s eyes for awhile, however with guards at his side and following him, he could not help but wonder if he had been found out. Although not obvious to the masses, anyone with a keen eye would be able to see the sudden change in the way the hunter held himself. He became more timid, smaller, yet it was not as if someone could blame him, it was a guard that gave him his signature scar after all.
Keeping his eyes straight, Belen approached the ship. The group of men had done a good job so far, of getting the boat out of the water, however without the help of the element of water, and left with nothing but the dry and heavy sand, he knew they would need further help than the group they already had. As he came towards the boat, he exchanged very few words with Adrasteia’s father, as he seemed far too focused in his work for simple minded chatter. After that the hunter was quick to grab a rope, and to his surprise, he noticed a few of the guards who had been following him do the same.
The now bolstered group of men worked hard together as one unit. A large group of men, including Belen, held ropes pulling the boat further onto shore, while another group stood within the water, pushing the boat with as much force as they had. A few guards and sailors stood to the side just to make sure the boat wasn’t to collapse on its side. The work was long and hard, Belen was not the strongest in physical strength by any means. Quick and able to move for practically forever, yet he was not durable or strong, which made a task like this rather strenuous. Even so, with every heave, every shove, they made progress, eventually pulling the large boat further up on the beach.
With a job well done, the hunter had dropped the rope, rubbing his arms as he suddenly felt his bones ache. Apparently the group had garnered some attention after their little display of teamwork, something Belen was less than happy about. Despite the eyes that seemed to linger on him, he turned his body walking away, as the sailors began to disperse as well, seemingly to go and gather supplies to begin actual repairs on the boat.
Before the hunter could get much further than a few steps away from the boat, he felt a tug at his wrist, turning around with a speed unseen before during his time on the beach, he was quick to spot Adrasteia, standing there with a piece of bread in one hand, and a scolding look on his face. They, much like Belen and her father exchanged few words, as he took the bread turning his back to the girl, after she said she would continue to work with her father. Belen was never a man for talking, and with a conflicted mind, and a hatred for seeing the amount of grief that littered the area, he much preferred to keep his voice quiet and deal with the problems on his own.
The hunter however, didn’t move far, instead he stood rather close to his younger friend. He had just moved to the side of the boat. Removing his hatchet from his belt, Belen was swift to knock out the planks of wood, rotten and made weak by the sea water, as well as removing what seaweed had entangled its way through the gaps of the boat. He worked and he worked quickly, but even still with the sun beating down on his back heavily, he knew the day would be long and tiring.
Persephone was pleased to see the men working together - guards, soldiers, young men who looked more fit for the wilderness than the harbour. Even women and young children had stepped forward to help. Her rank and physical condition making her unable to help beyond supplying the men required to pull the ship onto dry land, Persephone watched the ordeal from a few steps back.
As her handmaiden came over to greet her she smiled kindly at Amynta and placed a hand on her arm in thanks for the efforts she had made so far. She could see that all the people around them, on and around the harbour had energy and a light in their eyes. Which was no doubt helped, in part, from the fact that they had all eaten and drank something that day.
Or perhaps it was just from knowing that the upper classes cared enough about their homes and businesses to try and provide aid - even if it was in so small a thing as a few pieces of bread and a cup of fresh water.
It was as she was thinking this that Persephone thought she heard something on the wind...
Disregarding it as a trick of the ocean breeze, Persephone said nothing and directed her guards - now supplied with tools to help the men in chopping back the pieces of the boat that were un-salvageable and building on what was left.
Then the noise came again and it wasn't just Persephone would looked up this time.
Realising that it sounded like a high-pitched voice - likely a child's voice - Persephone wasted no time and starting a fast jog against the stony harbour sands, regardless of the guards and servants she sent running after her.
Upon reaching one of several main docks that stuck out into the sea, Persephone looked around before noting a small group of people that had clustered around one of the legs of the docking platform.
As the sea had withdrawn from the rainstorm, the holes around the wooden poles of the docks had been revealed. They were great craters where the stones had sunk like quick sand and the steady ebb and flow of the sea's waves filled the holes a foot deep and then retreated, the water sinking into the sand and turning it to cement.
In the bottom of this one, holding a dirty doll with only one leg, was a small girl who looked to be about three years old... and she was stuck. Her foot deep in the sand right by the pole, Persephone's limited knowledge of the tides told her that the water and earth around that leg - which reached all the way to her knee now, would be like rock. To pull the girl out with take her leg off at best and break it at worse.
The little girl was crying and she had clearly started shouting when her second food had started to sink down next to its friend.
The poor creature's face was marred with streaks and streams of tears and her cherubim cheeks were puffy and red. Her eyes were a startling blue and her hair a dark brown. From the looks of her little white tunic she wasn't of high birth and Persephone wondered if the poor thing even had parents looking for her.
Taking a step forward, Persephone immediately slipped, the sand giving way under her foot and her arms flinging our wide to try and keep her balance...
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Persephone was pleased to see the men working together - guards, soldiers, young men who looked more fit for the wilderness than the harbour. Even women and young children had stepped forward to help. Her rank and physical condition making her unable to help beyond supplying the men required to pull the ship onto dry land, Persephone watched the ordeal from a few steps back.
As her handmaiden came over to greet her she smiled kindly at Amynta and placed a hand on her arm in thanks for the efforts she had made so far. She could see that all the people around them, on and around the harbour had energy and a light in their eyes. Which was no doubt helped, in part, from the fact that they had all eaten and drank something that day.
Or perhaps it was just from knowing that the upper classes cared enough about their homes and businesses to try and provide aid - even if it was in so small a thing as a few pieces of bread and a cup of fresh water.
It was as she was thinking this that Persephone thought she heard something on the wind...
Disregarding it as a trick of the ocean breeze, Persephone said nothing and directed her guards - now supplied with tools to help the men in chopping back the pieces of the boat that were un-salvageable and building on what was left.
Then the noise came again and it wasn't just Persephone would looked up this time.
Realising that it sounded like a high-pitched voice - likely a child's voice - Persephone wasted no time and starting a fast jog against the stony harbour sands, regardless of the guards and servants she sent running after her.
Upon reaching one of several main docks that stuck out into the sea, Persephone looked around before noting a small group of people that had clustered around one of the legs of the docking platform.
As the sea had withdrawn from the rainstorm, the holes around the wooden poles of the docks had been revealed. They were great craters where the stones had sunk like quick sand and the steady ebb and flow of the sea's waves filled the holes a foot deep and then retreated, the water sinking into the sand and turning it to cement.
In the bottom of this one, holding a dirty doll with only one leg, was a small girl who looked to be about three years old... and she was stuck. Her foot deep in the sand right by the pole, Persephone's limited knowledge of the tides told her that the water and earth around that leg - which reached all the way to her knee now, would be like rock. To pull the girl out with take her leg off at best and break it at worse.
The little girl was crying and she had clearly started shouting when her second food had started to sink down next to its friend.
The poor creature's face was marred with streaks and streams of tears and her cherubim cheeks were puffy and red. Her eyes were a startling blue and her hair a dark brown. From the looks of her little white tunic she wasn't of high birth and Persephone wondered if the poor thing even had parents looking for her.
Taking a step forward, Persephone immediately slipped, the sand giving way under her foot and her arms flinging our wide to try and keep her balance...
Persephone was pleased to see the men working together - guards, soldiers, young men who looked more fit for the wilderness than the harbour. Even women and young children had stepped forward to help. Her rank and physical condition making her unable to help beyond supplying the men required to pull the ship onto dry land, Persephone watched the ordeal from a few steps back.
As her handmaiden came over to greet her she smiled kindly at Amynta and placed a hand on her arm in thanks for the efforts she had made so far. She could see that all the people around them, on and around the harbour had energy and a light in their eyes. Which was no doubt helped, in part, from the fact that they had all eaten and drank something that day.
Or perhaps it was just from knowing that the upper classes cared enough about their homes and businesses to try and provide aid - even if it was in so small a thing as a few pieces of bread and a cup of fresh water.
It was as she was thinking this that Persephone thought she heard something on the wind...
Disregarding it as a trick of the ocean breeze, Persephone said nothing and directed her guards - now supplied with tools to help the men in chopping back the pieces of the boat that were un-salvageable and building on what was left.
Then the noise came again and it wasn't just Persephone would looked up this time.
Realising that it sounded like a high-pitched voice - likely a child's voice - Persephone wasted no time and starting a fast jog against the stony harbour sands, regardless of the guards and servants she sent running after her.
Upon reaching one of several main docks that stuck out into the sea, Persephone looked around before noting a small group of people that had clustered around one of the legs of the docking platform.
As the sea had withdrawn from the rainstorm, the holes around the wooden poles of the docks had been revealed. They were great craters where the stones had sunk like quick sand and the steady ebb and flow of the sea's waves filled the holes a foot deep and then retreated, the water sinking into the sand and turning it to cement.
In the bottom of this one, holding a dirty doll with only one leg, was a small girl who looked to be about three years old... and she was stuck. Her foot deep in the sand right by the pole, Persephone's limited knowledge of the tides told her that the water and earth around that leg - which reached all the way to her knee now, would be like rock. To pull the girl out with take her leg off at best and break it at worse.
The little girl was crying and she had clearly started shouting when her second food had started to sink down next to its friend.
The poor creature's face was marred with streaks and streams of tears and her cherubim cheeks were puffy and red. Her eyes were a startling blue and her hair a dark brown. From the looks of her little white tunic she wasn't of high birth and Persephone wondered if the poor thing even had parents looking for her.
Taking a step forward, Persephone immediately slipped, the sand giving way under her foot and her arms flinging our wide to try and keep her balance...