The object was so small, that Ino's bending knees crashed into the sand scraping the surface. Her eyes squeezed into a squint due to the impact, causing her to wince in minor pain before settling down into her new spot. A small wind drifted through the shore as she leaned over and begun brushing the sand away from the object... finding an olive oil bottle containing a slip of parchment. Goosebumps popped onto her long arms, and the reason wasn't for the bothersome wind that chilled her damp body. Ino wrote many missives in her seventeen years of living, and most if not all have gone unanswered; and missives in a bottle were no exception. Her futile attempts to connect with strangers overseas have gone nowhere, and she hoped that Hermes wasn't playing any practical pranks by misplacing them! It was unfortunate, but now- now she may have received a reply! The last missive she dipped in the sea was sent a year and a half ago, so hopefully this stranger sent the message not too long ago. Her small smile turned into a wide grin as she snagged the bottle from the ground, her nimble fingers prepared to pull the top off. Slipping her nails through the clogged opening, she twisted the seal and to her dismay, it barely moved an inch. A small grumble passed her lips, impatient by the slight of error but with the swift decision to try something else. Looking up, she surveyed the area in hopes that no one was near. There were a few sailors talking to each other, and thankfully they were far from her.

Tilting her head down, her long blond hair concealed her features to the best of its ability. With a deep breath, she quickly licked the tips of her fingers on her left hand, bending her knees just in case anyone else was within view. The taste of salt water fell on the tip of her tongue, which warranted no reaction for she was familiar with the sickening taste. Although most didn't pay attention to her (save for a few anxious glares), sweat manifested through her body, mingling with the water; sweating usually happened when she did something outlandish in public such as screaming for Maidias or following in behind Scylla, it was something she never brought up to anyone not even Lykon, the House slave she befriended. Fanning herself with an open palm, she attempted to squeeze her fingers in between the melted wax... and it still wouldnt budge! In mild frustration, Ino slid the bottle under her feet so it wouldn't roll away back into the sea.

Please open! The young woman thought with an indignant huff followed by a slit-eyed gaze at the bottle. Her arms folded as she gazed at the object from the empty space between her thighs. The first missive in the bottle she receives back and she couldn't open it, it was humiliating to say the least. The feeling felt all too familiar, the feeling of sorrow when none of the Gladiators you favor never reply back to the missives you send; You'd be sad, but try to cheer yourself up after believing they had read it. Feeling a small surge of determination from the comparison, she searched for something sharp to open the bottle with like a knife for example. Two men walked past her with a few bottles in hand and a knife, laughing loudly about who would catch the larger fish and compare the size to their... what nasty word was that!? It didn't matter, they had a sharp item that she could use- well, coupled with the fact that she just... couldn't approach them. They were shorter than her by two inches and men did not take kindly to being looked down upon, plus she wasn't the kind to walk up to complete strangers and request, it was something her sister Scylla accomplished in. The men had fair and attractive appearances to them, and even offered a smile to her in passing but she just couldn't... speak.

Taking a deep breath, she tilted her head to look at the bottle again. Well, she'd better think of an alternative fast. Her mind reverted to one of the silly songs she found in a library book, there was one about a man breaking many a wine bottle for an unspecified reason. Bottles were fragile and would break upon impact, oh why hasn't she thought of that before? Taking the bottle from her bare feet, she looked over to the men from earlier who were swimming in the sea and headed in a different direction from them. She did not want to burden them, or anyone for that matter for what she was about to do.

After a few minutes, she arrived at an empty space near the shore but away from the sand. She hesitated for awhile, clinging to the bottle as if it were an ancient tool that needed to be preserved. With a heavy sigh, Ino turned her head to the side and raised her arm high above her head... before throwing the glass object far from her. She ran before it could shatter to the ground, shrieking and taking shelter behind a wall. Leaning against the wall for support, the lady of House Vlahakis placed her head on the bricks bracing for the sound. From an outsiders point of view, it would look as if she was hiding from the horrors of a war within earshot. Her eyes closed and her shoulders shook as it crashed, the sound causing her to grit her teeth and cringe. Once the worst was over, she pushed herself from the wall and tilted her head to the side to peek at the aforementioned damage she caused. The bottle was no more, all of the glass scattered on the ground with the parchment laying in the middle.

Now, a mindful woman would be cautious and wait until a servant or so would clean the clutter before retrieving the missive. But Ino? She was too excited over the thought of reading a stranger's letter that she ran into the battlefield, taking every hit from the opposing side. "Ow, no, ow, ow!!! Ow, ouch!" The tall blonde cried, shard after shard pitching into the bottom of her feet as she carelessly made it through. Her hand grabbed the missive, her fingers unrolling parchment and printing it with sweat presperation dots at the edges. Her eyes scanned the missive excitedly, reading to the point where she wasn't reading, forgetting about the words in excitement with tears pooling from her eyes at the pain from her feet.

Ino took the time to waddle over to the seating area, walking on the heels of her feet due to the shards that stuck out. Once she sat at a bench, she bit on her lower lip to bare the pain of the glass shards, it could wait but the letter certainly could not! As she read, a few whimpers escapes from her lips not from her careless actions but the subject matter. It contained the words of a desperate woman becoming a mother, yearning for her husband to come home. Ino would've thought it was best to send a prayer to Hera or Lady Artemis, but she swiftly assumed that the husband was a sailor or a fishermen. "O-oh no," She whispered, pinching the corners of the parchment. "The poor woman... I have to-- help her get this to the Temple." Ino understood that the woman prayed to the almighty god of Poseidon at the temples but perhaps Poseidon didn't answer or listen... mayhaps he was having one of his infamous fits. But she could return the note back to the appropriate place rather than the seas, then all will be well again! Except, what if Poseidon doesn't answer and the poor woman dies with her pleas unheard with no husband? Panting, the young woman rolled the letter back into it's original form and stood on her heels preparing to move. First she needed a healer and second, she would need counsel.