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The year is 684 BC and a special tutor has been welcomed to the Taengean Palati. An expert in the field of dance - an instructor by the name of Lord Alekos - has opened his classes and knowledge to the young girls of the Taengean Court. Whilst dancing - especially in formal and public affairs - is only ever engaged in by children, the females of the upper levels of society are expected to handle themselves with grace and poise, even in their childhood pursuits. The Royal Houses have each been issued an invitation to send all of their girls between the ages of five and fifteen to partake in the lesson...
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The year is 684 BC and a special tutor has been welcomed to the Taengean Palati. An expert in the field of dance - an instructor by the name of Lord Alekos - has opened his classes and knowledge to the young girls of the Taengean Court. Whilst dancing - especially in formal and public affairs - is only ever engaged in by children, the females of the upper levels of society are expected to handle themselves with grace and poise, even in their childhood pursuits. The Royal Houses have each been issued an invitation to send all of their girls between the ages of five and fifteen to partake in the lesson...
Any Savage Can Dance Provincial Story - Taengea
The year is 684 BC and a special tutor has been welcomed to the Taengean Palati. An expert in the field of dance - an instructor by the name of Lord Alekos - has opened his classes and knowledge to the young girls of the Taengean Court. Whilst dancing - especially in formal and public affairs - is only ever engaged in by children, the females of the upper levels of society are expected to handle themselves with grace and poise, even in their childhood pursuits. The Royal Houses have each been issued an invitation to send all of their girls between the ages of five and fifteen to partake in the lesson...
It was the most ridiculous thing yet to befall him in the last few years. How Fotios had ended up playing deliverer of young girls, he had little to no idea and that was saying a lot for a man who made his living ensuring that he knew just about anything and everything that happened in Taengea. Not to mention the whys and hows of it all. Because motivations and reasons, after all, were more important than the eventualities themselves. That being said, every so often something happened in which Fotios had to play the doting uncle or appropriate father. He was forced to obey social expectation or convention for the sake of those around him. And regardless of how much it irked or how much time it removed from his day for other, more significant responsibilities, it was also fairly important to recognise that maintaining his position as Head of the Leventi House and ensuring that everyone knew him to be a man who cared for said House, had its own benefits to reap. This, was just one of those tasks that he had to complete, if he was to ensure that that image he wished to possess was a believable one.
So, when his brother had arrived at the Leventi estate, intent on taking residence with Georgios in the old manor for a few days in order to carry out some business in the capitol, and had mentioned encouraging Evangelina to attend a dancing instructional at the royal palati the following day, Fotios had been foolish enough to agree with enough enthusiasm (for it was true that the young girl would require all the training she could muster if she was to become an elegant Leventi lady) to have his brother insist upon extracting a promise from him to ensure that she attended. Fotios had made the somewhat catastrophic mistake of mentioning that all three of his daughters would be being dropped off at the royal palati the next day by their ladies’ maids, prompting Konstanos to openly include Evangelina in those plans. Having already agreed to the prospect, there was little Fotios could do to derail his brother’s suggestion, especially when Georgios – from the other side of the dinner table the three brothers had been seated around – had then volunteered several of his own daughters.
Within no time at all there were suddenly too many noble ladies for their maids to equal out on an appropriate journey away from family and a male representative of the household would be required to cover the trip. Once inside the royal palace, the girls would be fine. It was on the journey to and from that their number and lack of appropriate chaperone would be considered inappropriate. That and some of the girls were so young that Fotios did not best like the plan of sending them under the tutorship of several adult women who were so few in number in comparison. All hell could break loose given some of the girls in question.
Ergo, the following morning had arrived and Fotios was riding his own steed, leading two carriages of young girls towards the royal palati, his blood ration to the females the only thing that kept the arrangement decent where a guardsman or soldier would have failed.
Upon reaching their destination, Fotios had dismounted, opened each carriage turn and encouraged the youngest of the Leventi women to step down into the stable yard and then enter the south wing of the palace where he set out to lead them towards the great gallery. Where he would surreptitiously leave them all to learn the temporary art of dancing for social function. He had absolutely no intentions of sticking around to watch and even fewer of returning to escort the girls home – one of his brothers could manage to return trip, it was only fair – but he would at least ensure that the beauties that were the future generations of the Leventi House arrived at their tutorship incident and accident free. Even if it was frustrating to keep telling several of them to walk at an appropriate speed instead of gallivanting like equines.
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It was the most ridiculous thing yet to befall him in the last few years. How Fotios had ended up playing deliverer of young girls, he had little to no idea and that was saying a lot for a man who made his living ensuring that he knew just about anything and everything that happened in Taengea. Not to mention the whys and hows of it all. Because motivations and reasons, after all, were more important than the eventualities themselves. That being said, every so often something happened in which Fotios had to play the doting uncle or appropriate father. He was forced to obey social expectation or convention for the sake of those around him. And regardless of how much it irked or how much time it removed from his day for other, more significant responsibilities, it was also fairly important to recognise that maintaining his position as Head of the Leventi House and ensuring that everyone knew him to be a man who cared for said House, had its own benefits to reap. This, was just one of those tasks that he had to complete, if he was to ensure that that image he wished to possess was a believable one.
So, when his brother had arrived at the Leventi estate, intent on taking residence with Georgios in the old manor for a few days in order to carry out some business in the capitol, and had mentioned encouraging Evangelina to attend a dancing instructional at the royal palati the following day, Fotios had been foolish enough to agree with enough enthusiasm (for it was true that the young girl would require all the training she could muster if she was to become an elegant Leventi lady) to have his brother insist upon extracting a promise from him to ensure that she attended. Fotios had made the somewhat catastrophic mistake of mentioning that all three of his daughters would be being dropped off at the royal palati the next day by their ladies’ maids, prompting Konstanos to openly include Evangelina in those plans. Having already agreed to the prospect, there was little Fotios could do to derail his brother’s suggestion, especially when Georgios – from the other side of the dinner table the three brothers had been seated around – had then volunteered several of his own daughters.
Within no time at all there were suddenly too many noble ladies for their maids to equal out on an appropriate journey away from family and a male representative of the household would be required to cover the trip. Once inside the royal palace, the girls would be fine. It was on the journey to and from that their number and lack of appropriate chaperone would be considered inappropriate. That and some of the girls were so young that Fotios did not best like the plan of sending them under the tutorship of several adult women who were so few in number in comparison. All hell could break loose given some of the girls in question.
Ergo, the following morning had arrived and Fotios was riding his own steed, leading two carriages of young girls towards the royal palati, his blood ration to the females the only thing that kept the arrangement decent where a guardsman or soldier would have failed.
Upon reaching their destination, Fotios had dismounted, opened each carriage turn and encouraged the youngest of the Leventi women to step down into the stable yard and then enter the south wing of the palace where he set out to lead them towards the great gallery. Where he would surreptitiously leave them all to learn the temporary art of dancing for social function. He had absolutely no intentions of sticking around to watch and even fewer of returning to escort the girls home – one of his brothers could manage to return trip, it was only fair – but he would at least ensure that the beauties that were the future generations of the Leventi House arrived at their tutorship incident and accident free. Even if it was frustrating to keep telling several of them to walk at an appropriate speed instead of gallivanting like equines.
It was the most ridiculous thing yet to befall him in the last few years. How Fotios had ended up playing deliverer of young girls, he had little to no idea and that was saying a lot for a man who made his living ensuring that he knew just about anything and everything that happened in Taengea. Not to mention the whys and hows of it all. Because motivations and reasons, after all, were more important than the eventualities themselves. That being said, every so often something happened in which Fotios had to play the doting uncle or appropriate father. He was forced to obey social expectation or convention for the sake of those around him. And regardless of how much it irked or how much time it removed from his day for other, more significant responsibilities, it was also fairly important to recognise that maintaining his position as Head of the Leventi House and ensuring that everyone knew him to be a man who cared for said House, had its own benefits to reap. This, was just one of those tasks that he had to complete, if he was to ensure that that image he wished to possess was a believable one.
So, when his brother had arrived at the Leventi estate, intent on taking residence with Georgios in the old manor for a few days in order to carry out some business in the capitol, and had mentioned encouraging Evangelina to attend a dancing instructional at the royal palati the following day, Fotios had been foolish enough to agree with enough enthusiasm (for it was true that the young girl would require all the training she could muster if she was to become an elegant Leventi lady) to have his brother insist upon extracting a promise from him to ensure that she attended. Fotios had made the somewhat catastrophic mistake of mentioning that all three of his daughters would be being dropped off at the royal palati the next day by their ladies’ maids, prompting Konstanos to openly include Evangelina in those plans. Having already agreed to the prospect, there was little Fotios could do to derail his brother’s suggestion, especially when Georgios – from the other side of the dinner table the three brothers had been seated around – had then volunteered several of his own daughters.
Within no time at all there were suddenly too many noble ladies for their maids to equal out on an appropriate journey away from family and a male representative of the household would be required to cover the trip. Once inside the royal palace, the girls would be fine. It was on the journey to and from that their number and lack of appropriate chaperone would be considered inappropriate. That and some of the girls were so young that Fotios did not best like the plan of sending them under the tutorship of several adult women who were so few in number in comparison. All hell could break loose given some of the girls in question.
Ergo, the following morning had arrived and Fotios was riding his own steed, leading two carriages of young girls towards the royal palati, his blood ration to the females the only thing that kept the arrangement decent where a guardsman or soldier would have failed.
Upon reaching their destination, Fotios had dismounted, opened each carriage turn and encouraged the youngest of the Leventi women to step down into the stable yard and then enter the south wing of the palace where he set out to lead them towards the great gallery. Where he would surreptitiously leave them all to learn the temporary art of dancing for social function. He had absolutely no intentions of sticking around to watch and even fewer of returning to escort the girls home – one of his brothers could manage to return trip, it was only fair – but he would at least ensure that the beauties that were the future generations of the Leventi House arrived at their tutorship incident and accident free. Even if it was frustrating to keep telling several of them to walk at an appropriate speed instead of gallivanting like equines.
Evangelina was none too pleased when she’d woken up and found out she’d not been able to cry herself out of having to go to this dumb dancing thing. She’d much rather tag along with her father on whatever business he needed to take care of.
Wearing one of Nana’s chiton’s because she’d gotten horsehair on the one she’d planned to wear today. With a snarl, she started scratching again at the dress. It had to be pinned to fit the smaller Evie and there was a pin or two that was causing discomfort.
It didn’t stop her from being shoved into the carriage with the others. Every so often she’d lean her head out the window, and ask her uncle some inane question… until he shifted his position and decided to ride on the other side.
Arriving at the royal palati, she waited her turn with the typical impatience of most nine-year-olds. When it was her turn, she proceeded to hop from the carriage to the step and then to the ground. Her intricate fisherman’s braid bouncing with each landing. Looking defiantly up at her uncle, she put her hands on her hips.
“I don’t see why I have to go dancing lessons…” It was said very matter of factly, as she blinked up at him. “I already know how to dance.” Then to prove it, she hopped up and down some more, this time in a circle… her arms flying out wildly. Up and down. Left and right. Her hair was becoming undone with all her activity, but then again, who really expected it to be pristine by the time she’d arrived? No one who knew her that was for sure. “All I need is some music. Where’s the music? Can we go in already?”
And without waiting for an answer from Fotios, she galloped off. At nine, it was starting to worry her parents that she’d not yet learned to run like a normal child but rather she sort of skip galloped like one of the horses?! She heard Fotios tell her to walk… and she did… for several steps before she started her galloping again. Running up to him again, she stopped just short of running into him. “Uncle Fotios, do horses dance?” She started scratching at the dress again as if she might have fleas. Those darn pins were going to drive her mad! Could she sneak off and take the things out? Her big, dark, doe eyes flitted about her surroundings taking them in... even if she did sneak off there was no way she'd ever find her way back in this place.
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Evangelina was none too pleased when she’d woken up and found out she’d not been able to cry herself out of having to go to this dumb dancing thing. She’d much rather tag along with her father on whatever business he needed to take care of.
Wearing one of Nana’s chiton’s because she’d gotten horsehair on the one she’d planned to wear today. With a snarl, she started scratching again at the dress. It had to be pinned to fit the smaller Evie and there was a pin or two that was causing discomfort.
It didn’t stop her from being shoved into the carriage with the others. Every so often she’d lean her head out the window, and ask her uncle some inane question… until he shifted his position and decided to ride on the other side.
Arriving at the royal palati, she waited her turn with the typical impatience of most nine-year-olds. When it was her turn, she proceeded to hop from the carriage to the step and then to the ground. Her intricate fisherman’s braid bouncing with each landing. Looking defiantly up at her uncle, she put her hands on her hips.
“I don’t see why I have to go dancing lessons…” It was said very matter of factly, as she blinked up at him. “I already know how to dance.” Then to prove it, she hopped up and down some more, this time in a circle… her arms flying out wildly. Up and down. Left and right. Her hair was becoming undone with all her activity, but then again, who really expected it to be pristine by the time she’d arrived? No one who knew her that was for sure. “All I need is some music. Where’s the music? Can we go in already?”
And without waiting for an answer from Fotios, she galloped off. At nine, it was starting to worry her parents that she’d not yet learned to run like a normal child but rather she sort of skip galloped like one of the horses?! She heard Fotios tell her to walk… and she did… for several steps before she started her galloping again. Running up to him again, she stopped just short of running into him. “Uncle Fotios, do horses dance?” She started scratching at the dress again as if she might have fleas. Those darn pins were going to drive her mad! Could she sneak off and take the things out? Her big, dark, doe eyes flitted about her surroundings taking them in... even if she did sneak off there was no way she'd ever find her way back in this place.
Evangelina was none too pleased when she’d woken up and found out she’d not been able to cry herself out of having to go to this dumb dancing thing. She’d much rather tag along with her father on whatever business he needed to take care of.
Wearing one of Nana’s chiton’s because she’d gotten horsehair on the one she’d planned to wear today. With a snarl, she started scratching again at the dress. It had to be pinned to fit the smaller Evie and there was a pin or two that was causing discomfort.
It didn’t stop her from being shoved into the carriage with the others. Every so often she’d lean her head out the window, and ask her uncle some inane question… until he shifted his position and decided to ride on the other side.
Arriving at the royal palati, she waited her turn with the typical impatience of most nine-year-olds. When it was her turn, she proceeded to hop from the carriage to the step and then to the ground. Her intricate fisherman’s braid bouncing with each landing. Looking defiantly up at her uncle, she put her hands on her hips.
“I don’t see why I have to go dancing lessons…” It was said very matter of factly, as she blinked up at him. “I already know how to dance.” Then to prove it, she hopped up and down some more, this time in a circle… her arms flying out wildly. Up and down. Left and right. Her hair was becoming undone with all her activity, but then again, who really expected it to be pristine by the time she’d arrived? No one who knew her that was for sure. “All I need is some music. Where’s the music? Can we go in already?”
And without waiting for an answer from Fotios, she galloped off. At nine, it was starting to worry her parents that she’d not yet learned to run like a normal child but rather she sort of skip galloped like one of the horses?! She heard Fotios tell her to walk… and she did… for several steps before she started her galloping again. Running up to him again, she stopped just short of running into him. “Uncle Fotios, do horses dance?” She started scratching at the dress again as if she might have fleas. Those darn pins were going to drive her mad! Could she sneak off and take the things out? Her big, dark, doe eyes flitted about her surroundings taking them in... even if she did sneak off there was no way she'd ever find her way back in this place.
For Dafni it was simply another chore made up by her mom or dad. There had been plenty and there would be plenty more. At this stage of her developement people still had hope. Hope that she would turn out like her mother, so a certain investment of time and tutors was certainly still the case.
But there were signs. Unmistakeble ones. Like when Fotios and the two carriages had to wait, because Dafni disappeared chasing a ladybug, which she had made up to be a mythological creature and then would not shut up about inside the carriage on the way to the palati and all the other kids were now high on the idea that some weird fairies were flying around the Leventi estate and no one wanted to dance anymore.
Dafni had had dancing lessons before and like with many things she could have been very good at it. She moved with elegance and grace, had an ear for rhythms and was pretty to look at. But her attention span was so short, that she never made it through one song, before she either got lost in a distraction and started making up stories in the middle of dancing, forgot to move at all or did not pay attention anymore and lost the rhythm.
While some of the children were still blabbering about the fairy when they exited the carriage, Dafni immediately stayed close to her father. At this point she was still somewhat attached, but also fearful for the next order, when her eyes landed on Evangelina, who was doing weird exercises in front of Fotios. Dafni had not paid attention to what she was saying before, but she assumed it was some sort of warm-up. For a moment she felt jealous that she had not come up with the idea. She wanted to be the best and she wanted to impress Fotios the most.
"I already know how to dance."
Suddendly Dafni's posture changed, becoming more straight, more elegant and with a tone that made it very clear she was mimicking Eirini throwing shade on a bad day. She said in a high-pitched voice: "You call that dancing?!" At this point she looked up to Fotios, almost proud, looking for any sign of confirmation, that she had done well.
Dafni did not run away anywhere, because she knew better and had not found a suitable distraction yet, that would definitly get her into trouble. She became Fotios' shadow here at the palati and when Evangelina darted back, she raised an eyebrow. Even at her young age, Dafni thought that her cousin was incredibly brave to strain Fotios' patience like that. Maybe she should protect her father from that?
"Uncle Fotios, do horses dance?"
Once again Dafni cut in, this time just mimicking the tone of an adult, that knows everything. "Only when they are branded, my child." She made an awkward laugh after this, absolutely not befitting the situation, sounding like an elderly woman, who has just spoken of the affair her neighbor had.
Dafni did not really listen to tutors much, but one had told them about livestocks and horses and how they are sometimes branded to declare some sort of ownership. After that Dafni had cried for 2 hours straight, till Agape - her older sister - told her that horse do not feel pain like humans do and that they quickly forget. Dafni never questioned this and so she soon forgot, until now. Dafni felt it was a good way to make Evangelina shut up and give her father some peace and maybe become the favorite daughter once and for all.
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For Dafni it was simply another chore made up by her mom or dad. There had been plenty and there would be plenty more. At this stage of her developement people still had hope. Hope that she would turn out like her mother, so a certain investment of time and tutors was certainly still the case.
But there were signs. Unmistakeble ones. Like when Fotios and the two carriages had to wait, because Dafni disappeared chasing a ladybug, which she had made up to be a mythological creature and then would not shut up about inside the carriage on the way to the palati and all the other kids were now high on the idea that some weird fairies were flying around the Leventi estate and no one wanted to dance anymore.
Dafni had had dancing lessons before and like with many things she could have been very good at it. She moved with elegance and grace, had an ear for rhythms and was pretty to look at. But her attention span was so short, that she never made it through one song, before she either got lost in a distraction and started making up stories in the middle of dancing, forgot to move at all or did not pay attention anymore and lost the rhythm.
While some of the children were still blabbering about the fairy when they exited the carriage, Dafni immediately stayed close to her father. At this point she was still somewhat attached, but also fearful for the next order, when her eyes landed on Evangelina, who was doing weird exercises in front of Fotios. Dafni had not paid attention to what she was saying before, but she assumed it was some sort of warm-up. For a moment she felt jealous that she had not come up with the idea. She wanted to be the best and she wanted to impress Fotios the most.
"I already know how to dance."
Suddendly Dafni's posture changed, becoming more straight, more elegant and with a tone that made it very clear she was mimicking Eirini throwing shade on a bad day. She said in a high-pitched voice: "You call that dancing?!" At this point she looked up to Fotios, almost proud, looking for any sign of confirmation, that she had done well.
Dafni did not run away anywhere, because she knew better and had not found a suitable distraction yet, that would definitly get her into trouble. She became Fotios' shadow here at the palati and when Evangelina darted back, she raised an eyebrow. Even at her young age, Dafni thought that her cousin was incredibly brave to strain Fotios' patience like that. Maybe she should protect her father from that?
"Uncle Fotios, do horses dance?"
Once again Dafni cut in, this time just mimicking the tone of an adult, that knows everything. "Only when they are branded, my child." She made an awkward laugh after this, absolutely not befitting the situation, sounding like an elderly woman, who has just spoken of the affair her neighbor had.
Dafni did not really listen to tutors much, but one had told them about livestocks and horses and how they are sometimes branded to declare some sort of ownership. After that Dafni had cried for 2 hours straight, till Agape - her older sister - told her that horse do not feel pain like humans do and that they quickly forget. Dafni never questioned this and so she soon forgot, until now. Dafni felt it was a good way to make Evangelina shut up and give her father some peace and maybe become the favorite daughter once and for all.
For Dafni it was simply another chore made up by her mom or dad. There had been plenty and there would be plenty more. At this stage of her developement people still had hope. Hope that she would turn out like her mother, so a certain investment of time and tutors was certainly still the case.
But there were signs. Unmistakeble ones. Like when Fotios and the two carriages had to wait, because Dafni disappeared chasing a ladybug, which she had made up to be a mythological creature and then would not shut up about inside the carriage on the way to the palati and all the other kids were now high on the idea that some weird fairies were flying around the Leventi estate and no one wanted to dance anymore.
Dafni had had dancing lessons before and like with many things she could have been very good at it. She moved with elegance and grace, had an ear for rhythms and was pretty to look at. But her attention span was so short, that she never made it through one song, before she either got lost in a distraction and started making up stories in the middle of dancing, forgot to move at all or did not pay attention anymore and lost the rhythm.
While some of the children were still blabbering about the fairy when they exited the carriage, Dafni immediately stayed close to her father. At this point she was still somewhat attached, but also fearful for the next order, when her eyes landed on Evangelina, who was doing weird exercises in front of Fotios. Dafni had not paid attention to what she was saying before, but she assumed it was some sort of warm-up. For a moment she felt jealous that she had not come up with the idea. She wanted to be the best and she wanted to impress Fotios the most.
"I already know how to dance."
Suddendly Dafni's posture changed, becoming more straight, more elegant and with a tone that made it very clear she was mimicking Eirini throwing shade on a bad day. She said in a high-pitched voice: "You call that dancing?!" At this point she looked up to Fotios, almost proud, looking for any sign of confirmation, that she had done well.
Dafni did not run away anywhere, because she knew better and had not found a suitable distraction yet, that would definitly get her into trouble. She became Fotios' shadow here at the palati and when Evangelina darted back, she raised an eyebrow. Even at her young age, Dafni thought that her cousin was incredibly brave to strain Fotios' patience like that. Maybe she should protect her father from that?
"Uncle Fotios, do horses dance?"
Once again Dafni cut in, this time just mimicking the tone of an adult, that knows everything. "Only when they are branded, my child." She made an awkward laugh after this, absolutely not befitting the situation, sounding like an elderly woman, who has just spoken of the affair her neighbor had.
Dafni did not really listen to tutors much, but one had told them about livestocks and horses and how they are sometimes branded to declare some sort of ownership. After that Dafni had cried for 2 hours straight, till Agape - her older sister - told her that horse do not feel pain like humans do and that they quickly forget. Dafni never questioned this and so she soon forgot, until now. Dafni felt it was a good way to make Evangelina shut up and give her father some peace and maybe become the favorite daughter once and for all.
Xene did not have to go far for her own lessons, but unlike other young children, the princess did not try to argue her way out of the dancing lessons. She could have, but the fifteen year old could already hear her mother's voice in her head. There would be reasoning of the most ironclad type, and if Xene were honest, she actually wanted to be there. It was not often that famous tutors graced the halls, let alone taught in such large groups.
Elise would tell her that simply attending was enough to make an impression on the younger girls of the court. It was enough to show that she was present and not to be shoved into the background.
Dressed in a delicate lilac gown with intricate silver embroidery and shimering silver fibulae, the princess donned some of her softest sandals. Sandals that she knew would be easy to dance in. Because dancing was not a foriegn concept to the young princess. Having started her initial studies at the scholeio, dancing was a familiar subject taught to the younger ladies who were wealthy enough to attend.
As the young princess had shown a great interest in singing, dancing, and playing instruments, her attendance had been one of great importance to the King and Queen. Already, she was showing promise and her wild, childish tendencies were already taking a backseat to the more refined qualities expected of someone of her stature. With her golden curls bouncing delicately against her back, most of her curls piled onto the top of her head with only a few locks left loose, Xene absently adjusted the diadem at her forehead. Her feet carried her through the halls of the palati, but she did not show as much bouncing excitement as the other girls.
Who she met up with as she came around a corner. She paused only long enough to give Lord Fotios a respectful bow and a greeting, "Good morning, Lord Leventi," the princess said calmly, giving a light smile and glancing back toward the younger children following him. "Ladies," the princess greeted, not hearing most of their conversation about horses and dancing.
Xene pressed her hands together in front of her, turning toward the great gallery. She kept her shoulders back, her head up, and her blue gaze forward. Unlike the Leventi girls, there was more weight on her shoulders to remain proper and poised. Even as young as she was, nothing less was accepted and propriety was important when in public. The princess also walked just slightly ahead of the Lord Leventi, deciding not to join into the conversation with the younger girls. As the oldest girl attending the lessons, she felt the slightest bit awkward but it was not as if she could express that fact.
She would simply have to wait until her younger sister joined them. Then Xene could settle in close to Gianna and put all of her focus into the lessons. In this situation, the experience she had meant nothing. There was always room for improvement.
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Xene did not have to go far for her own lessons, but unlike other young children, the princess did not try to argue her way out of the dancing lessons. She could have, but the fifteen year old could already hear her mother's voice in her head. There would be reasoning of the most ironclad type, and if Xene were honest, she actually wanted to be there. It was not often that famous tutors graced the halls, let alone taught in such large groups.
Elise would tell her that simply attending was enough to make an impression on the younger girls of the court. It was enough to show that she was present and not to be shoved into the background.
Dressed in a delicate lilac gown with intricate silver embroidery and shimering silver fibulae, the princess donned some of her softest sandals. Sandals that she knew would be easy to dance in. Because dancing was not a foriegn concept to the young princess. Having started her initial studies at the scholeio, dancing was a familiar subject taught to the younger ladies who were wealthy enough to attend.
As the young princess had shown a great interest in singing, dancing, and playing instruments, her attendance had been one of great importance to the King and Queen. Already, she was showing promise and her wild, childish tendencies were already taking a backseat to the more refined qualities expected of someone of her stature. With her golden curls bouncing delicately against her back, most of her curls piled onto the top of her head with only a few locks left loose, Xene absently adjusted the diadem at her forehead. Her feet carried her through the halls of the palati, but she did not show as much bouncing excitement as the other girls.
Who she met up with as she came around a corner. She paused only long enough to give Lord Fotios a respectful bow and a greeting, "Good morning, Lord Leventi," the princess said calmly, giving a light smile and glancing back toward the younger children following him. "Ladies," the princess greeted, not hearing most of their conversation about horses and dancing.
Xene pressed her hands together in front of her, turning toward the great gallery. She kept her shoulders back, her head up, and her blue gaze forward. Unlike the Leventi girls, there was more weight on her shoulders to remain proper and poised. Even as young as she was, nothing less was accepted and propriety was important when in public. The princess also walked just slightly ahead of the Lord Leventi, deciding not to join into the conversation with the younger girls. As the oldest girl attending the lessons, she felt the slightest bit awkward but it was not as if she could express that fact.
She would simply have to wait until her younger sister joined them. Then Xene could settle in close to Gianna and put all of her focus into the lessons. In this situation, the experience she had meant nothing. There was always room for improvement.
Xene did not have to go far for her own lessons, but unlike other young children, the princess did not try to argue her way out of the dancing lessons. She could have, but the fifteen year old could already hear her mother's voice in her head. There would be reasoning of the most ironclad type, and if Xene were honest, she actually wanted to be there. It was not often that famous tutors graced the halls, let alone taught in such large groups.
Elise would tell her that simply attending was enough to make an impression on the younger girls of the court. It was enough to show that she was present and not to be shoved into the background.
Dressed in a delicate lilac gown with intricate silver embroidery and shimering silver fibulae, the princess donned some of her softest sandals. Sandals that she knew would be easy to dance in. Because dancing was not a foriegn concept to the young princess. Having started her initial studies at the scholeio, dancing was a familiar subject taught to the younger ladies who were wealthy enough to attend.
As the young princess had shown a great interest in singing, dancing, and playing instruments, her attendance had been one of great importance to the King and Queen. Already, she was showing promise and her wild, childish tendencies were already taking a backseat to the more refined qualities expected of someone of her stature. With her golden curls bouncing delicately against her back, most of her curls piled onto the top of her head with only a few locks left loose, Xene absently adjusted the diadem at her forehead. Her feet carried her through the halls of the palati, but she did not show as much bouncing excitement as the other girls.
Who she met up with as she came around a corner. She paused only long enough to give Lord Fotios a respectful bow and a greeting, "Good morning, Lord Leventi," the princess said calmly, giving a light smile and glancing back toward the younger children following him. "Ladies," the princess greeted, not hearing most of their conversation about horses and dancing.
Xene pressed her hands together in front of her, turning toward the great gallery. She kept her shoulders back, her head up, and her blue gaze forward. Unlike the Leventi girls, there was more weight on her shoulders to remain proper and poised. Even as young as she was, nothing less was accepted and propriety was important when in public. The princess also walked just slightly ahead of the Lord Leventi, deciding not to join into the conversation with the younger girls. As the oldest girl attending the lessons, she felt the slightest bit awkward but it was not as if she could express that fact.
She would simply have to wait until her younger sister joined them. Then Xene could settle in close to Gianna and put all of her focus into the lessons. In this situation, the experience she had meant nothing. There was always room for improvement.
As the small cascade of girls ejected themselves from the carriage's body, Fotios decided not to attempt to corral them but, instead, simply wait for them to descend into the courtyard before he followed them, the sandals of his much larger feet ignoring the step between vehicle and ground and simply stepping down to the cobblestones in one stride. By the time the girls had arranged themselves and their gowns into some kind of order, the young Evangelina was already displaying her apparent skills in dance and Fotios' jaw tightened at such an exuberant and uncultured display of enthusiasm.
Before he could respond as such - not that he would with such a young girl who wouldn't necessarily appreciate the lesson within the chastisement - his own daughter piped up with an insulting remark before turning to seek his approval for such a comment.
"Do not insult your cousin, Dafni." Fotios commented, but his correction of her behaviour was softened slightly when Evangelina headed off at a rapid pace and the younger Dafni remained more sedate and in step with her father. Far more dignified and obedient than the young Evie. And he offered her a rare expression of approval when she sought his reaction once more.
"Evangelina, do not run. Carry yourself with some dignity."
Speaking after his daughter, Fotios responded to Evangelina's query with a greater patience than someone in his position might otherwise feel (thank goodness for years of careful concealment of his feelings - the practice was going to good use now...)
"Horses don't dance." He told the girl. "They step. When on parade or carrying the monarchs of a procession. They will step in a particular way, as instructed by their handlers."
When the small party were joined by the princess of the kingdom, Fotios stopped where he stood and offered her a respectful bow for one so young, and stared a sharp eye at his daughter to ensure that she realised that she should be curtsying. Despite Xene's young age, she was still the princess of Taengea and ahead of all of them in terms of social structure.
"Princess Xene..." He commented by way of greeting, as he straightened back to his full height. He watched as the young woman moved ahead of them, leading the way to the great gallery.
"Pay attention, Dafni." He told his daughter, caring not whether Xene nor any of the other girls heard him. "That is how you should walk and hold yourself as a daughter of a royal house." He tilted his forehead and gaze towards the retreating back of Princess Xene. The woman was still young - only just entering into her years of womanhood and marriage - but she had already learnt much from her royal tutors on how to behave and hold herself.
He then turned his attentions to his niece.
"Stop fidgeting, Evangelina. The courts will believe your father's home infested with lice."
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As the small cascade of girls ejected themselves from the carriage's body, Fotios decided not to attempt to corral them but, instead, simply wait for them to descend into the courtyard before he followed them, the sandals of his much larger feet ignoring the step between vehicle and ground and simply stepping down to the cobblestones in one stride. By the time the girls had arranged themselves and their gowns into some kind of order, the young Evangelina was already displaying her apparent skills in dance and Fotios' jaw tightened at such an exuberant and uncultured display of enthusiasm.
Before he could respond as such - not that he would with such a young girl who wouldn't necessarily appreciate the lesson within the chastisement - his own daughter piped up with an insulting remark before turning to seek his approval for such a comment.
"Do not insult your cousin, Dafni." Fotios commented, but his correction of her behaviour was softened slightly when Evangelina headed off at a rapid pace and the younger Dafni remained more sedate and in step with her father. Far more dignified and obedient than the young Evie. And he offered her a rare expression of approval when she sought his reaction once more.
"Evangelina, do not run. Carry yourself with some dignity."
Speaking after his daughter, Fotios responded to Evangelina's query with a greater patience than someone in his position might otherwise feel (thank goodness for years of careful concealment of his feelings - the practice was going to good use now...)
"Horses don't dance." He told the girl. "They step. When on parade or carrying the monarchs of a procession. They will step in a particular way, as instructed by their handlers."
When the small party were joined by the princess of the kingdom, Fotios stopped where he stood and offered her a respectful bow for one so young, and stared a sharp eye at his daughter to ensure that she realised that she should be curtsying. Despite Xene's young age, she was still the princess of Taengea and ahead of all of them in terms of social structure.
"Princess Xene..." He commented by way of greeting, as he straightened back to his full height. He watched as the young woman moved ahead of them, leading the way to the great gallery.
"Pay attention, Dafni." He told his daughter, caring not whether Xene nor any of the other girls heard him. "That is how you should walk and hold yourself as a daughter of a royal house." He tilted his forehead and gaze towards the retreating back of Princess Xene. The woman was still young - only just entering into her years of womanhood and marriage - but she had already learnt much from her royal tutors on how to behave and hold herself.
He then turned his attentions to his niece.
"Stop fidgeting, Evangelina. The courts will believe your father's home infested with lice."
As the small cascade of girls ejected themselves from the carriage's body, Fotios decided not to attempt to corral them but, instead, simply wait for them to descend into the courtyard before he followed them, the sandals of his much larger feet ignoring the step between vehicle and ground and simply stepping down to the cobblestones in one stride. By the time the girls had arranged themselves and their gowns into some kind of order, the young Evangelina was already displaying her apparent skills in dance and Fotios' jaw tightened at such an exuberant and uncultured display of enthusiasm.
Before he could respond as such - not that he would with such a young girl who wouldn't necessarily appreciate the lesson within the chastisement - his own daughter piped up with an insulting remark before turning to seek his approval for such a comment.
"Do not insult your cousin, Dafni." Fotios commented, but his correction of her behaviour was softened slightly when Evangelina headed off at a rapid pace and the younger Dafni remained more sedate and in step with her father. Far more dignified and obedient than the young Evie. And he offered her a rare expression of approval when she sought his reaction once more.
"Evangelina, do not run. Carry yourself with some dignity."
Speaking after his daughter, Fotios responded to Evangelina's query with a greater patience than someone in his position might otherwise feel (thank goodness for years of careful concealment of his feelings - the practice was going to good use now...)
"Horses don't dance." He told the girl. "They step. When on parade or carrying the monarchs of a procession. They will step in a particular way, as instructed by their handlers."
When the small party were joined by the princess of the kingdom, Fotios stopped where he stood and offered her a respectful bow for one so young, and stared a sharp eye at his daughter to ensure that she realised that she should be curtsying. Despite Xene's young age, she was still the princess of Taengea and ahead of all of them in terms of social structure.
"Princess Xene..." He commented by way of greeting, as he straightened back to his full height. He watched as the young woman moved ahead of them, leading the way to the great gallery.
"Pay attention, Dafni." He told his daughter, caring not whether Xene nor any of the other girls heard him. "That is how you should walk and hold yourself as a daughter of a royal house." He tilted his forehead and gaze towards the retreating back of Princess Xene. The woman was still young - only just entering into her years of womanhood and marriage - but she had already learnt much from her royal tutors on how to behave and hold herself.
He then turned his attentions to his niece.
"Stop fidgeting, Evangelina. The courts will believe your father's home infested with lice."
The world was so large. So much larger than she had ever known. Imma climbed out of the carriage behind the numerous bodies of her cousins and sisters. Using her pudgy fingers and round hands to grab onto what she could and keep herself from falling. She was still quite young. Younger than any of the other girls and nowhere near as well-versed. Everything was still new and overwhelming for her. Because of that fact she found herself following along and remaining rather quiet. A little doll of a thing with sandy yellow curls that seemed to stick out in every way imaginable. The chiton she wore was something that had once belonged to Nana, but had been grown out of before it could even begin to fade. Deep purple with just a little bit of silver on the hemline. Little flowers that had been embroidered into the fabric.
With a fist full of fabric she followed in the steps of her uncle. Keeping herself out of the way she took up a position on the opposite side of her cousin. Tilting her head up and staring in wide-eyed wonder at everything she passed. At times even allowing her mouth to gape open like a guppy fish. When Evangelina started to dance and then trot about, Imma watched her curiously. Taking a big huge breath of air as she gasped at the notion that horses could dance. Though that excitement was exhaled in a woof as her uncle and cousin disregarded the notion. “Prance.” It was the first word she offered but it came complete with a giggle before her attention was once again stolen away.
Xene was so pretty and proper. The way she spoke and moved seemed to much like an adult. When her uncle bowed she bobbed in a clumsy but deep curtsy. Still not nearly as graceful as her older family members. Nevertheless she was trying and that had to be important. As Xene moved on and her uncle spoke she was paying close enough attention to overhear him. That is how you should walk and hold yourself. The thought brought her around to the Princess once more. Blinking her large almond colored eyes she watched her closely before she tried to duplicate the way she carried herself and walked. It was difficult for her to say the least and it made her step on her uncle’s chiton before she whispered a quick apology and stepped back again. Trying her best to do it right this time and follow along to where they would be dancing.
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The world was so large. So much larger than she had ever known. Imma climbed out of the carriage behind the numerous bodies of her cousins and sisters. Using her pudgy fingers and round hands to grab onto what she could and keep herself from falling. She was still quite young. Younger than any of the other girls and nowhere near as well-versed. Everything was still new and overwhelming for her. Because of that fact she found herself following along and remaining rather quiet. A little doll of a thing with sandy yellow curls that seemed to stick out in every way imaginable. The chiton she wore was something that had once belonged to Nana, but had been grown out of before it could even begin to fade. Deep purple with just a little bit of silver on the hemline. Little flowers that had been embroidered into the fabric.
With a fist full of fabric she followed in the steps of her uncle. Keeping herself out of the way she took up a position on the opposite side of her cousin. Tilting her head up and staring in wide-eyed wonder at everything she passed. At times even allowing her mouth to gape open like a guppy fish. When Evangelina started to dance and then trot about, Imma watched her curiously. Taking a big huge breath of air as she gasped at the notion that horses could dance. Though that excitement was exhaled in a woof as her uncle and cousin disregarded the notion. “Prance.” It was the first word she offered but it came complete with a giggle before her attention was once again stolen away.
Xene was so pretty and proper. The way she spoke and moved seemed to much like an adult. When her uncle bowed she bobbed in a clumsy but deep curtsy. Still not nearly as graceful as her older family members. Nevertheless she was trying and that had to be important. As Xene moved on and her uncle spoke she was paying close enough attention to overhear him. That is how you should walk and hold yourself. The thought brought her around to the Princess once more. Blinking her large almond colored eyes she watched her closely before she tried to duplicate the way she carried herself and walked. It was difficult for her to say the least and it made her step on her uncle’s chiton before she whispered a quick apology and stepped back again. Trying her best to do it right this time and follow along to where they would be dancing.
The world was so large. So much larger than she had ever known. Imma climbed out of the carriage behind the numerous bodies of her cousins and sisters. Using her pudgy fingers and round hands to grab onto what she could and keep herself from falling. She was still quite young. Younger than any of the other girls and nowhere near as well-versed. Everything was still new and overwhelming for her. Because of that fact she found herself following along and remaining rather quiet. A little doll of a thing with sandy yellow curls that seemed to stick out in every way imaginable. The chiton she wore was something that had once belonged to Nana, but had been grown out of before it could even begin to fade. Deep purple with just a little bit of silver on the hemline. Little flowers that had been embroidered into the fabric.
With a fist full of fabric she followed in the steps of her uncle. Keeping herself out of the way she took up a position on the opposite side of her cousin. Tilting her head up and staring in wide-eyed wonder at everything she passed. At times even allowing her mouth to gape open like a guppy fish. When Evangelina started to dance and then trot about, Imma watched her curiously. Taking a big huge breath of air as she gasped at the notion that horses could dance. Though that excitement was exhaled in a woof as her uncle and cousin disregarded the notion. “Prance.” It was the first word she offered but it came complete with a giggle before her attention was once again stolen away.
Xene was so pretty and proper. The way she spoke and moved seemed to much like an adult. When her uncle bowed she bobbed in a clumsy but deep curtsy. Still not nearly as graceful as her older family members. Nevertheless she was trying and that had to be important. As Xene moved on and her uncle spoke she was paying close enough attention to overhear him. That is how you should walk and hold yourself. The thought brought her around to the Princess once more. Blinking her large almond colored eyes she watched her closely before she tried to duplicate the way she carried herself and walked. It was difficult for her to say the least and it made her step on her uncle’s chiton before she whispered a quick apology and stepped back again. Trying her best to do it right this time and follow along to where they would be dancing.
Gianna had started her day in the gardens, content to spend her morning lazing about and keeping company with only the flowers and the birds that flitted amongst the fig and pomegranate trees. The spring sun warmed her skin as she reclined on one of the terracotta klinai scattered amongst the greenery. Just as she began to drift into an easy slumber, the girl heard what sounded oddly similar to the irate voice of her eldest brother calling her name.
She pushed herself into a sitting position as the young man rounded a shrub, displeasure writ plainly across his face. A simple raise of his eyebrow as his arms folded across his chest was all it took to spur the girl into action. The sun had risen almost to its zenith. The morning had come and was nearly past and the princess would be late for her lessons—the first of which would be dancing. Gianna offered Zacharias a rueful smile as she slipped into the palace, but not before she caught sight of his own grin and head shake.
Racing through the halls of the palace, the youngest Mikaelidas tousled her hair, running her fingers through the curls until they fell into soft waves and some semblance of order. She tugged at her periwinkle chiton until she was satisfied that it was presentable. She knew without a doubt that she would be answering to her mother, but with any luck the woman would be too preoccupied with her queenly duties to truly scold Gianna. The true difficulty would lie in escaping her brother’s ire at having to fetch the girl when he would rather be practicing his swordsmanship or apprenticing their father’s diplomatic obligations.
As she neared the gallery where the dancing lessons were to be held, several voices greeted her ears before their owners came into sight. She slowed her step to mimic the more graceful carriage of her elder sister. While Gianna was not quite the image of regality of Xene, she did her best to lift her chin and grasp her skirts so they did not interfere with her movements as she approached the older girl. A quick glance upon her passing revealed the gaggle of Leventis who would be their fellow students for the day.
She found herself drawn to the oldest one—Evangelina as Lord Leventi called her. Gianna felt something kindred in the gentle wildness of her appearance. Drawing close to Xene, the girl filed that familiarity away for another time, after all what ten-year old does not need more friends? She slipped her hand into the crook of her sister’s elbow as she often did to announce her arrival and gently rested her temple against Xene’s arm.
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Gianna had started her day in the gardens, content to spend her morning lazing about and keeping company with only the flowers and the birds that flitted amongst the fig and pomegranate trees. The spring sun warmed her skin as she reclined on one of the terracotta klinai scattered amongst the greenery. Just as she began to drift into an easy slumber, the girl heard what sounded oddly similar to the irate voice of her eldest brother calling her name.
She pushed herself into a sitting position as the young man rounded a shrub, displeasure writ plainly across his face. A simple raise of his eyebrow as his arms folded across his chest was all it took to spur the girl into action. The sun had risen almost to its zenith. The morning had come and was nearly past and the princess would be late for her lessons—the first of which would be dancing. Gianna offered Zacharias a rueful smile as she slipped into the palace, but not before she caught sight of his own grin and head shake.
Racing through the halls of the palace, the youngest Mikaelidas tousled her hair, running her fingers through the curls until they fell into soft waves and some semblance of order. She tugged at her periwinkle chiton until she was satisfied that it was presentable. She knew without a doubt that she would be answering to her mother, but with any luck the woman would be too preoccupied with her queenly duties to truly scold Gianna. The true difficulty would lie in escaping her brother’s ire at having to fetch the girl when he would rather be practicing his swordsmanship or apprenticing their father’s diplomatic obligations.
As she neared the gallery where the dancing lessons were to be held, several voices greeted her ears before their owners came into sight. She slowed her step to mimic the more graceful carriage of her elder sister. While Gianna was not quite the image of regality of Xene, she did her best to lift her chin and grasp her skirts so they did not interfere with her movements as she approached the older girl. A quick glance upon her passing revealed the gaggle of Leventis who would be their fellow students for the day.
She found herself drawn to the oldest one—Evangelina as Lord Leventi called her. Gianna felt something kindred in the gentle wildness of her appearance. Drawing close to Xene, the girl filed that familiarity away for another time, after all what ten-year old does not need more friends? She slipped her hand into the crook of her sister’s elbow as she often did to announce her arrival and gently rested her temple against Xene’s arm.
Gianna had started her day in the gardens, content to spend her morning lazing about and keeping company with only the flowers and the birds that flitted amongst the fig and pomegranate trees. The spring sun warmed her skin as she reclined on one of the terracotta klinai scattered amongst the greenery. Just as she began to drift into an easy slumber, the girl heard what sounded oddly similar to the irate voice of her eldest brother calling her name.
She pushed herself into a sitting position as the young man rounded a shrub, displeasure writ plainly across his face. A simple raise of his eyebrow as his arms folded across his chest was all it took to spur the girl into action. The sun had risen almost to its zenith. The morning had come and was nearly past and the princess would be late for her lessons—the first of which would be dancing. Gianna offered Zacharias a rueful smile as she slipped into the palace, but not before she caught sight of his own grin and head shake.
Racing through the halls of the palace, the youngest Mikaelidas tousled her hair, running her fingers through the curls until they fell into soft waves and some semblance of order. She tugged at her periwinkle chiton until she was satisfied that it was presentable. She knew without a doubt that she would be answering to her mother, but with any luck the woman would be too preoccupied with her queenly duties to truly scold Gianna. The true difficulty would lie in escaping her brother’s ire at having to fetch the girl when he would rather be practicing his swordsmanship or apprenticing their father’s diplomatic obligations.
As she neared the gallery where the dancing lessons were to be held, several voices greeted her ears before their owners came into sight. She slowed her step to mimic the more graceful carriage of her elder sister. While Gianna was not quite the image of regality of Xene, she did her best to lift her chin and grasp her skirts so they did not interfere with her movements as she approached the older girl. A quick glance upon her passing revealed the gaggle of Leventis who would be their fellow students for the day.
She found herself drawn to the oldest one—Evangelina as Lord Leventi called her. Gianna felt something kindred in the gentle wildness of her appearance. Drawing close to Xene, the girl filed that familiarity away for another time, after all what ten-year old does not need more friends? She slipped her hand into the crook of her sister’s elbow as she often did to announce her arrival and gently rested her temple against Xene’s arm.
Hesiodos was a young man, and yet, he was full of talent. Ever since he decided to pick up the lyre, he never stopped playing, and while it would take him many years to become a master musician, he was in the correct path. And that path he walked with an eager step allowed him to play in the dance lessons in nobility.
Truth be told, the Bard of Phossis preferred to be in the spotlight, but this was a great opportunity. While he was out of sight, the girls dancing and their guardians would listen to his music, and ask about the one that made it, and from there, more doors would open. It would been a lie to say that Hesiodos didn’t fantasize about it a lot since he was requested, but he reveled into his fantasy.
He was in the palati earlier than everyone else, with his lyre tuned perfectly, and his favorite bright yellow modified chlamys, which allowed him to wear and wield two swords easily, as well as to play comfortably. He twiddled his thumbs eagerly, waiting for everyone to arrive… they would be mostly young, noble girls learning the courtly art of the dance. For a moment he imagined himself dancing, and that made him smile… while he was quite used to the Dionysian sort of dance, the one that was unbridled and full of joy, the one you would do while drunk on a festival with someone you would fuck later, the art of the elegant, more Apollonian dance intrigued him… he made a mental note to watch carefully, so he could practice on his own.
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Hesiodos was a young man, and yet, he was full of talent. Ever since he decided to pick up the lyre, he never stopped playing, and while it would take him many years to become a master musician, he was in the correct path. And that path he walked with an eager step allowed him to play in the dance lessons in nobility.
Truth be told, the Bard of Phossis preferred to be in the spotlight, but this was a great opportunity. While he was out of sight, the girls dancing and their guardians would listen to his music, and ask about the one that made it, and from there, more doors would open. It would been a lie to say that Hesiodos didn’t fantasize about it a lot since he was requested, but he reveled into his fantasy.
He was in the palati earlier than everyone else, with his lyre tuned perfectly, and his favorite bright yellow modified chlamys, which allowed him to wear and wield two swords easily, as well as to play comfortably. He twiddled his thumbs eagerly, waiting for everyone to arrive… they would be mostly young, noble girls learning the courtly art of the dance. For a moment he imagined himself dancing, and that made him smile… while he was quite used to the Dionysian sort of dance, the one that was unbridled and full of joy, the one you would do while drunk on a festival with someone you would fuck later, the art of the elegant, more Apollonian dance intrigued him… he made a mental note to watch carefully, so he could practice on his own.
Hesiodos was a young man, and yet, he was full of talent. Ever since he decided to pick up the lyre, he never stopped playing, and while it would take him many years to become a master musician, he was in the correct path. And that path he walked with an eager step allowed him to play in the dance lessons in nobility.
Truth be told, the Bard of Phossis preferred to be in the spotlight, but this was a great opportunity. While he was out of sight, the girls dancing and their guardians would listen to his music, and ask about the one that made it, and from there, more doors would open. It would been a lie to say that Hesiodos didn’t fantasize about it a lot since he was requested, but he reveled into his fantasy.
He was in the palati earlier than everyone else, with his lyre tuned perfectly, and his favorite bright yellow modified chlamys, which allowed him to wear and wield two swords easily, as well as to play comfortably. He twiddled his thumbs eagerly, waiting for everyone to arrive… they would be mostly young, noble girls learning the courtly art of the dance. For a moment he imagined himself dancing, and that made him smile… while he was quite used to the Dionysian sort of dance, the one that was unbridled and full of joy, the one you would do while drunk on a festival with someone you would fuck later, the art of the elegant, more Apollonian dance intrigued him… he made a mental note to watch carefully, so he could practice on his own.
The thing about trying to imitate someone else was that you would always fail. Her younger cousin threw her nose up in the air, maybe if Evangelina squinted she could see a slight resemblance to her Aunt Eirini in the face of Dafni. ‘You call that dancing?!’ Whatever resemblance she thought she saw vanished with the high-pitched voice. It was enough to stop Evangelina from dancing, her face wrinkled, her upper lip curling just a little as her nose wrinkled as if she smelled something offensive and ran off before Fotios or Squeaky could say anything else to her about her mad dance skills.
‘Evangelina, do not run. Carry yourself with some dignity.’
Fotios’ voice drew her back to a walk again until she was sure he’d found something else to occupy him and then she did what she wanted regardless.
Ending up back at his heels and asking whether horses danced, had Squeaky speaking up again, ‘Only when they are branded, my child.’ This had Evie peeking around at the offender as some sort of cackle came out of her. Blinking, she was entirely unsure of what she’d just heard. She opened her mouth to shoot back at Squeaky then she’d better hope the dance master brought everything he needed for branding because with a face like her’s that was the only way she was going to dance. It was the perfect thing to say, her mouth was open and her own shade was about to come out when her uncle spoke.
Snapping her mouth shut, she gave him a look. Had he known something terrible was about to come out of her mouth? He had too. Uncle Fotios was always right there when she was doing something to get her in trouble. Her lips pursed, granted that was almost all of the time but… that seemed irrelevant. Tilting her head, a suspicious look appeared on her face, “But… isn’t that what we are here for? Instruction?” The pint-sized Leventi’s too perceptive gaze seemed to intensify. “To dance?” She wasn’t seeing a lot of difference in what he’d said about horses and what it was that they were having to learn to do.
‘Good morning, Lord Leventi… Ladies’ The voice of Princess Xene stopped her further questioning, and she offered the girl a smile and a curtsy. ‘Pay attention, Dafni.’ Evangelina’s tongue swept across her front teeth behind her lips as she looked to Dafni. ‘That is how you should walk and hold yourself as a daughter of a royal house.’ Her uncle hadn’t even spared Dafni the courtesy of waiting for the Princess to get out of earshot. Evangelina dropped her gaze, she didn’t want to feel sorry for Dafni. Squeaky, has she was going to now be known to Evangelina, had a rather annoying vibe about her.
Scratching at Nana’s gown again, she thought her uncle was busy with Squeaky when his voice cut through the air, ‘Stop fidgeting, Evangelina. The courts will believe your father's home infested with lice.’ She shot him a look, her lips thinning. “It’s not my fault, Nana’s dress itches…” From behind her uncle, the youngest Mikaelidas entered the hall looking almost, though not quite, as disheveled as herself. She offered a puckish smile, eager to make friends… friends who were not Squeaky. "Good Morning."
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The thing about trying to imitate someone else was that you would always fail. Her younger cousin threw her nose up in the air, maybe if Evangelina squinted she could see a slight resemblance to her Aunt Eirini in the face of Dafni. ‘You call that dancing?!’ Whatever resemblance she thought she saw vanished with the high-pitched voice. It was enough to stop Evangelina from dancing, her face wrinkled, her upper lip curling just a little as her nose wrinkled as if she smelled something offensive and ran off before Fotios or Squeaky could say anything else to her about her mad dance skills.
‘Evangelina, do not run. Carry yourself with some dignity.’
Fotios’ voice drew her back to a walk again until she was sure he’d found something else to occupy him and then she did what she wanted regardless.
Ending up back at his heels and asking whether horses danced, had Squeaky speaking up again, ‘Only when they are branded, my child.’ This had Evie peeking around at the offender as some sort of cackle came out of her. Blinking, she was entirely unsure of what she’d just heard. She opened her mouth to shoot back at Squeaky then she’d better hope the dance master brought everything he needed for branding because with a face like her’s that was the only way she was going to dance. It was the perfect thing to say, her mouth was open and her own shade was about to come out when her uncle spoke.
Snapping her mouth shut, she gave him a look. Had he known something terrible was about to come out of her mouth? He had too. Uncle Fotios was always right there when she was doing something to get her in trouble. Her lips pursed, granted that was almost all of the time but… that seemed irrelevant. Tilting her head, a suspicious look appeared on her face, “But… isn’t that what we are here for? Instruction?” The pint-sized Leventi’s too perceptive gaze seemed to intensify. “To dance?” She wasn’t seeing a lot of difference in what he’d said about horses and what it was that they were having to learn to do.
‘Good morning, Lord Leventi… Ladies’ The voice of Princess Xene stopped her further questioning, and she offered the girl a smile and a curtsy. ‘Pay attention, Dafni.’ Evangelina’s tongue swept across her front teeth behind her lips as she looked to Dafni. ‘That is how you should walk and hold yourself as a daughter of a royal house.’ Her uncle hadn’t even spared Dafni the courtesy of waiting for the Princess to get out of earshot. Evangelina dropped her gaze, she didn’t want to feel sorry for Dafni. Squeaky, has she was going to now be known to Evangelina, had a rather annoying vibe about her.
Scratching at Nana’s gown again, she thought her uncle was busy with Squeaky when his voice cut through the air, ‘Stop fidgeting, Evangelina. The courts will believe your father's home infested with lice.’ She shot him a look, her lips thinning. “It’s not my fault, Nana’s dress itches…” From behind her uncle, the youngest Mikaelidas entered the hall looking almost, though not quite, as disheveled as herself. She offered a puckish smile, eager to make friends… friends who were not Squeaky. "Good Morning."
The thing about trying to imitate someone else was that you would always fail. Her younger cousin threw her nose up in the air, maybe if Evangelina squinted she could see a slight resemblance to her Aunt Eirini in the face of Dafni. ‘You call that dancing?!’ Whatever resemblance she thought she saw vanished with the high-pitched voice. It was enough to stop Evangelina from dancing, her face wrinkled, her upper lip curling just a little as her nose wrinkled as if she smelled something offensive and ran off before Fotios or Squeaky could say anything else to her about her mad dance skills.
‘Evangelina, do not run. Carry yourself with some dignity.’
Fotios’ voice drew her back to a walk again until she was sure he’d found something else to occupy him and then she did what she wanted regardless.
Ending up back at his heels and asking whether horses danced, had Squeaky speaking up again, ‘Only when they are branded, my child.’ This had Evie peeking around at the offender as some sort of cackle came out of her. Blinking, she was entirely unsure of what she’d just heard. She opened her mouth to shoot back at Squeaky then she’d better hope the dance master brought everything he needed for branding because with a face like her’s that was the only way she was going to dance. It was the perfect thing to say, her mouth was open and her own shade was about to come out when her uncle spoke.
Snapping her mouth shut, she gave him a look. Had he known something terrible was about to come out of her mouth? He had too. Uncle Fotios was always right there when she was doing something to get her in trouble. Her lips pursed, granted that was almost all of the time but… that seemed irrelevant. Tilting her head, a suspicious look appeared on her face, “But… isn’t that what we are here for? Instruction?” The pint-sized Leventi’s too perceptive gaze seemed to intensify. “To dance?” She wasn’t seeing a lot of difference in what he’d said about horses and what it was that they were having to learn to do.
‘Good morning, Lord Leventi… Ladies’ The voice of Princess Xene stopped her further questioning, and she offered the girl a smile and a curtsy. ‘Pay attention, Dafni.’ Evangelina’s tongue swept across her front teeth behind her lips as she looked to Dafni. ‘That is how you should walk and hold yourself as a daughter of a royal house.’ Her uncle hadn’t even spared Dafni the courtesy of waiting for the Princess to get out of earshot. Evangelina dropped her gaze, she didn’t want to feel sorry for Dafni. Squeaky, has she was going to now be known to Evangelina, had a rather annoying vibe about her.
Scratching at Nana’s gown again, she thought her uncle was busy with Squeaky when his voice cut through the air, ‘Stop fidgeting, Evangelina. The courts will believe your father's home infested with lice.’ She shot him a look, her lips thinning. “It’s not my fault, Nana’s dress itches…” From behind her uncle, the youngest Mikaelidas entered the hall looking almost, though not quite, as disheveled as herself. She offered a puckish smile, eager to make friends… friends who were not Squeaky. "Good Morning."
Fotios was losing patience. It was not his forte to be handling a brood of small girls - especially not ones who had inherited their mother's obstinacy, he added, his mind turning to Lady Ava and the thorn she had been in his side for many years. It turned out that the Lady Evangelina was an unfortunate learner of such habits.
"They are instructed to step. You will be instructed to dance." He stated in a manner that brokered no arguments, feeling the last strings of his patience stretch a little thinner at the ignorance and stupidity of children. "If you stepped like a horse, you would be the laughing stock of the Court and shame your family name."
He was then merciless again when the young girl complained of the dress being itchy.
"Simply because it itches, does not mean you have the fidget." He told her. "You must learn some self-control."
By the time this point had been made, Fotios had successfully delivered the girls - within the company of the Princesses Xene and Gianna as it turned out - to the great gallery. It was in this room that matters of Court and formal parties were held in the royal palati and with the princesses aside, most of the girls would have never been privy to the room.
It was large, with the ceiling painted high above them and the entire length of the longest wall comprising of archways that led out into the exotic and flowering gardens of the palace. Along the other were regular marble statues; great works of art from travelling artistes that had offered their work to the royal quarters. The floor was of perfectly polished marble and held several geometric patterns both around its edge and at its centre.
When Court was in session, the gossamer curtains at the archways were held back, the candles lit regardless of time of day and the open spaces along each wall held tables of wine and refreshment. The dais at one end of the room - a half circle ascending three shallow steps from the rest of the floor - sported the royal thrones. Instead, the thrones were now missing, the curtains blew in the light breeze, casting soft half-shadows over the floor and there were no edibles to speak of.
Instead, the room looked almost informal in its state of undress and in its corner sat a man holding a lyre, clearly ready to provide the necessary music for the lesson in question.
As if by some psychic message, the teacher of that lesson was made aware of their presence, the Lord Alekos entered the room from the gardens at the same time as their small party entered from the hallway on the opposite side. As the young woman hovered several feet inside the room, the Lord Alekos was clearly more comfortable and finding his own place in the direct centre of the chamber, standing on the focal point of the central design.
The tutor was an incredibly short man, with a lean frame and thin face. His hair was jet black and brushed back away from his face. Over his upper lip was a thick black moustache that Fotios knew to be growing in popularity in Europe. The man was well travelled and had taught in courts all over the known world so it was no surprise he had picked up trends and habits from elsewhere, but he couldn't deny the oddity it presented when combined with a full-length Greek chiton in deep purple.
'Come in, come in...' The man welcomed, as Fotios moved to stand to the side of the door and brace his shoulder blades against the wall. He had been intending to leave as soon as he had depositing the women at their lesson, but he found himself at an instant dislike of the man before him and so hovered. He wanted to know what it was the "lord" professed to wish to teach to the girls in his responsibility.
'Welcome princesses and ladies both.' Lord Alekos stated with a flourishing hand gesture and deep bow that was excessive is nothing else. He wondered if the man was being deliberately insulting in his overtures but rapidly realised that this gentleman was just excessive all round, his hands expressive and his mouth opening wide around his syllables.
'Are we waiting for anyone else to attend, do we think, my Lord?' Alekos asked towards the grim shadow that Fotios had become against the wall. Fotios turned to look down the corridor beyond the open doorway, dutifully checking to see if anyone else was intending to appear, in the hopes that the faster the lesson started, the faster he could be rid of the responsibility of attending it...
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Fotios was losing patience. It was not his forte to be handling a brood of small girls - especially not ones who had inherited their mother's obstinacy, he added, his mind turning to Lady Ava and the thorn she had been in his side for many years. It turned out that the Lady Evangelina was an unfortunate learner of such habits.
"They are instructed to step. You will be instructed to dance." He stated in a manner that brokered no arguments, feeling the last strings of his patience stretch a little thinner at the ignorance and stupidity of children. "If you stepped like a horse, you would be the laughing stock of the Court and shame your family name."
He was then merciless again when the young girl complained of the dress being itchy.
"Simply because it itches, does not mean you have the fidget." He told her. "You must learn some self-control."
By the time this point had been made, Fotios had successfully delivered the girls - within the company of the Princesses Xene and Gianna as it turned out - to the great gallery. It was in this room that matters of Court and formal parties were held in the royal palati and with the princesses aside, most of the girls would have never been privy to the room.
It was large, with the ceiling painted high above them and the entire length of the longest wall comprising of archways that led out into the exotic and flowering gardens of the palace. Along the other were regular marble statues; great works of art from travelling artistes that had offered their work to the royal quarters. The floor was of perfectly polished marble and held several geometric patterns both around its edge and at its centre.
When Court was in session, the gossamer curtains at the archways were held back, the candles lit regardless of time of day and the open spaces along each wall held tables of wine and refreshment. The dais at one end of the room - a half circle ascending three shallow steps from the rest of the floor - sported the royal thrones. Instead, the thrones were now missing, the curtains blew in the light breeze, casting soft half-shadows over the floor and there were no edibles to speak of.
Instead, the room looked almost informal in its state of undress and in its corner sat a man holding a lyre, clearly ready to provide the necessary music for the lesson in question.
As if by some psychic message, the teacher of that lesson was made aware of their presence, the Lord Alekos entered the room from the gardens at the same time as their small party entered from the hallway on the opposite side. As the young woman hovered several feet inside the room, the Lord Alekos was clearly more comfortable and finding his own place in the direct centre of the chamber, standing on the focal point of the central design.
The tutor was an incredibly short man, with a lean frame and thin face. His hair was jet black and brushed back away from his face. Over his upper lip was a thick black moustache that Fotios knew to be growing in popularity in Europe. The man was well travelled and had taught in courts all over the known world so it was no surprise he had picked up trends and habits from elsewhere, but he couldn't deny the oddity it presented when combined with a full-length Greek chiton in deep purple.
'Come in, come in...' The man welcomed, as Fotios moved to stand to the side of the door and brace his shoulder blades against the wall. He had been intending to leave as soon as he had depositing the women at their lesson, but he found himself at an instant dislike of the man before him and so hovered. He wanted to know what it was the "lord" professed to wish to teach to the girls in his responsibility.
'Welcome princesses and ladies both.' Lord Alekos stated with a flourishing hand gesture and deep bow that was excessive is nothing else. He wondered if the man was being deliberately insulting in his overtures but rapidly realised that this gentleman was just excessive all round, his hands expressive and his mouth opening wide around his syllables.
'Are we waiting for anyone else to attend, do we think, my Lord?' Alekos asked towards the grim shadow that Fotios had become against the wall. Fotios turned to look down the corridor beyond the open doorway, dutifully checking to see if anyone else was intending to appear, in the hopes that the faster the lesson started, the faster he could be rid of the responsibility of attending it...
Fotios was losing patience. It was not his forte to be handling a brood of small girls - especially not ones who had inherited their mother's obstinacy, he added, his mind turning to Lady Ava and the thorn she had been in his side for many years. It turned out that the Lady Evangelina was an unfortunate learner of such habits.
"They are instructed to step. You will be instructed to dance." He stated in a manner that brokered no arguments, feeling the last strings of his patience stretch a little thinner at the ignorance and stupidity of children. "If you stepped like a horse, you would be the laughing stock of the Court and shame your family name."
He was then merciless again when the young girl complained of the dress being itchy.
"Simply because it itches, does not mean you have the fidget." He told her. "You must learn some self-control."
By the time this point had been made, Fotios had successfully delivered the girls - within the company of the Princesses Xene and Gianna as it turned out - to the great gallery. It was in this room that matters of Court and formal parties were held in the royal palati and with the princesses aside, most of the girls would have never been privy to the room.
It was large, with the ceiling painted high above them and the entire length of the longest wall comprising of archways that led out into the exotic and flowering gardens of the palace. Along the other were regular marble statues; great works of art from travelling artistes that had offered their work to the royal quarters. The floor was of perfectly polished marble and held several geometric patterns both around its edge and at its centre.
When Court was in session, the gossamer curtains at the archways were held back, the candles lit regardless of time of day and the open spaces along each wall held tables of wine and refreshment. The dais at one end of the room - a half circle ascending three shallow steps from the rest of the floor - sported the royal thrones. Instead, the thrones were now missing, the curtains blew in the light breeze, casting soft half-shadows over the floor and there were no edibles to speak of.
Instead, the room looked almost informal in its state of undress and in its corner sat a man holding a lyre, clearly ready to provide the necessary music for the lesson in question.
As if by some psychic message, the teacher of that lesson was made aware of their presence, the Lord Alekos entered the room from the gardens at the same time as their small party entered from the hallway on the opposite side. As the young woman hovered several feet inside the room, the Lord Alekos was clearly more comfortable and finding his own place in the direct centre of the chamber, standing on the focal point of the central design.
The tutor was an incredibly short man, with a lean frame and thin face. His hair was jet black and brushed back away from his face. Over his upper lip was a thick black moustache that Fotios knew to be growing in popularity in Europe. The man was well travelled and had taught in courts all over the known world so it was no surprise he had picked up trends and habits from elsewhere, but he couldn't deny the oddity it presented when combined with a full-length Greek chiton in deep purple.
'Come in, come in...' The man welcomed, as Fotios moved to stand to the side of the door and brace his shoulder blades against the wall. He had been intending to leave as soon as he had depositing the women at their lesson, but he found himself at an instant dislike of the man before him and so hovered. He wanted to know what it was the "lord" professed to wish to teach to the girls in his responsibility.
'Welcome princesses and ladies both.' Lord Alekos stated with a flourishing hand gesture and deep bow that was excessive is nothing else. He wondered if the man was being deliberately insulting in his overtures but rapidly realised that this gentleman was just excessive all round, his hands expressive and his mouth opening wide around his syllables.
'Are we waiting for anyone else to attend, do we think, my Lord?' Alekos asked towards the grim shadow that Fotios had become against the wall. Fotios turned to look down the corridor beyond the open doorway, dutifully checking to see if anyone else was intending to appear, in the hopes that the faster the lesson started, the faster he could be rid of the responsibility of attending it...
This was one of Xene's favorite rooms in the entire Palati. The sheer size of it alone was enough to make her head spin. But she had walked past it enough in the past to know how it appeared when filled with people. Soon to attent court herself, Xene was still drawn by its size and now by its state of emptiness. Holding to Gianna's arm rather gently, the two had entered the room silently, though Xene had found herself smirking at the mentioning of the young Leventi girls needing to act more like her.
Whether that was a feat that would ever be achieved or not, she didn't know. It had taken years to get her to this point. The wildness had faded over time, especially with the threat of court and adulthood and the pressure to marry well. Xene hadn't exactly given herself much of a choice on the subject.
She either acted like a proper lady or she embarrassed herself when she was finally set free amongst her peers. Stopping at the edge of the room, she waited patiently back with her sister, her blue gaze expressive and curious of the tutor. Xene found herself shifting a little, more likely out of comfort than out of the slight discomfort than the sight of the very short man. Letting go of her sister, she settled her hands before her, eyeing him in what could be seen as a calculating manner.
"Don't fidget," she encouraged Gianna, giving her a sweet smile as she droped her gaze to her little sister. "You look pretty today," she whispered conversationally simply because the two Lords only seemed to be paying attention to each other. It was then that she took a moment to look to the other girls in the room. Spotting Evangeline, she motioned the other girl over, wanting to offer her a spot beside her out of politeness. She had noted that the girl was struggling with her gown and figured she might be able to help or at least encourage her to stay still. A welcome distraction, Xene was sure. Especially when the Lord Leventi seemed so inclined to belittle his nieces and his own daughters. There was solidarity in numbers, even if the numbers were just a bunch of young girls being forced to take a dance lesson.
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This was one of Xene's favorite rooms in the entire Palati. The sheer size of it alone was enough to make her head spin. But she had walked past it enough in the past to know how it appeared when filled with people. Soon to attent court herself, Xene was still drawn by its size and now by its state of emptiness. Holding to Gianna's arm rather gently, the two had entered the room silently, though Xene had found herself smirking at the mentioning of the young Leventi girls needing to act more like her.
Whether that was a feat that would ever be achieved or not, she didn't know. It had taken years to get her to this point. The wildness had faded over time, especially with the threat of court and adulthood and the pressure to marry well. Xene hadn't exactly given herself much of a choice on the subject.
She either acted like a proper lady or she embarrassed herself when she was finally set free amongst her peers. Stopping at the edge of the room, she waited patiently back with her sister, her blue gaze expressive and curious of the tutor. Xene found herself shifting a little, more likely out of comfort than out of the slight discomfort than the sight of the very short man. Letting go of her sister, she settled her hands before her, eyeing him in what could be seen as a calculating manner.
"Don't fidget," she encouraged Gianna, giving her a sweet smile as she droped her gaze to her little sister. "You look pretty today," she whispered conversationally simply because the two Lords only seemed to be paying attention to each other. It was then that she took a moment to look to the other girls in the room. Spotting Evangeline, she motioned the other girl over, wanting to offer her a spot beside her out of politeness. She had noted that the girl was struggling with her gown and figured she might be able to help or at least encourage her to stay still. A welcome distraction, Xene was sure. Especially when the Lord Leventi seemed so inclined to belittle his nieces and his own daughters. There was solidarity in numbers, even if the numbers were just a bunch of young girls being forced to take a dance lesson.
This was one of Xene's favorite rooms in the entire Palati. The sheer size of it alone was enough to make her head spin. But she had walked past it enough in the past to know how it appeared when filled with people. Soon to attent court herself, Xene was still drawn by its size and now by its state of emptiness. Holding to Gianna's arm rather gently, the two had entered the room silently, though Xene had found herself smirking at the mentioning of the young Leventi girls needing to act more like her.
Whether that was a feat that would ever be achieved or not, she didn't know. It had taken years to get her to this point. The wildness had faded over time, especially with the threat of court and adulthood and the pressure to marry well. Xene hadn't exactly given herself much of a choice on the subject.
She either acted like a proper lady or she embarrassed herself when she was finally set free amongst her peers. Stopping at the edge of the room, she waited patiently back with her sister, her blue gaze expressive and curious of the tutor. Xene found herself shifting a little, more likely out of comfort than out of the slight discomfort than the sight of the very short man. Letting go of her sister, she settled her hands before her, eyeing him in what could be seen as a calculating manner.
"Don't fidget," she encouraged Gianna, giving her a sweet smile as she droped her gaze to her little sister. "You look pretty today," she whispered conversationally simply because the two Lords only seemed to be paying attention to each other. It was then that she took a moment to look to the other girls in the room. Spotting Evangeline, she motioned the other girl over, wanting to offer her a spot beside her out of politeness. She had noted that the girl was struggling with her gown and figured she might be able to help or at least encourage her to stay still. A welcome distraction, Xene was sure. Especially when the Lord Leventi seemed so inclined to belittle his nieces and his own daughters. There was solidarity in numbers, even if the numbers were just a bunch of young girls being forced to take a dance lesson.
At the age of nine, Nana had already displayed quite the talent for dance. As such, it seemed almost trivial to her to waste her time at a lesson, when she was of the opinion that her skill wanted no further refinement. Yet, a trip to the palati was an opportunity that the second-youngest of Georgios' brood would not pass up, and so she prepared herself accordingly.
Wearing a vivid green peplos embroidered with golden flowers, pinned in place with two simple golden fibulae, and, as usual, flowers weaved into her hair, which she had her nursemaid braid and pin in place at the back of her head, she looked every bit as beautiful as one would expect of a Leventi child. That did not stop her from trying to accessorize by snatching her mother's jewels, however. Nana had a great love for anything and everything beautiful, and Evelli's gems definitely hit the mark for the little blonde delinquent. Yet, she had unfortunately been found out by a nursemaid and had been thoroughly chastised as a result. Ah, well. Nana had never been the type to play it safe: big risks led to big rewards, after all.
If not for the great excitement that Nana held at the prospect of getting to be in the palati, and to meet the princesses, the nine-year-old would likely have loudly declared her distaste for having to share a carriage with Evangelina and Imma. If only she had been given her own carriage, instead of being made to share with her wild animal of a cousin and her useless babydoll of a sister. Really. Why couldn't the event have been reserved for refined young ladies?
As she exited the carriage, Nana stayed close at the side of her cousins, playing the role of the 'good older sister' by holding the hand of Imma, and finding herself more and more annoyed with Evangelina's antics as they walked along. Not that she would voice it, though, as she was a proper young lady, and proper young ladies were polite and elegant, and were never rude to those around them. Nana would not be seen as improper in the palati, especially not around Princess Xene.
Yet, when their paths crossed with the aforementioned princess, Nana's mood quickly shifted, from annoyance with her cousin to reverence in the sight of a fully-fledged princess. Of course, the Leventi child bowed her head and gave the girl a deep curtsy, almost toppling over in her eagerness. Yet, she managed to steady herself, only a little wobble giving away what could have been a very embarrassing fall for perhaps the most prideful of the Leventi family. Yet, as the princess proceeded ahead of them, Nana's attention shifted right back to Evie.
No, Nana was not rude. She was honest. And when her uncle, who she normally shuddered in the sight of, saw fit to chastize Evangelina, Nana was more than happy to join the bandwagon. "Uncle, I believe that ship has sailed. Evangelina already is a shame to the family name." The blonde's gaze turned to her cousin as she gave her a sharp glare. "You would do good to stop itching in my dress. Gods know I'll have to have it burned. You've probably gotten fleas on it."
The nine-year-old huffed as she made her way into the gallery, breaking off from her cousins to get closer to the princesses, and taking in the view. The ceiling was high, higher than any ceiling she had ever seen in her short life, the floors polished to a mirror-like shine. The grandness of the room almost made the girl forget about the two Mikaelidas girls in attendance, but Nana had goals that she needed to see through. The thought occurred to her that if she became friends with actual princesses, she'd be one step closer to becoming one herself. So, she had no intention to leave today's lesson without at least introducing herself. But, with how charming she was, it was quite likely that she'd become a fast friend to the two. Perhaps they would even trade clothing! That was a thought Nana very much liked the sound of.
Now, if only the dancing would begin...
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At the age of nine, Nana had already displayed quite the talent for dance. As such, it seemed almost trivial to her to waste her time at a lesson, when she was of the opinion that her skill wanted no further refinement. Yet, a trip to the palati was an opportunity that the second-youngest of Georgios' brood would not pass up, and so she prepared herself accordingly.
Wearing a vivid green peplos embroidered with golden flowers, pinned in place with two simple golden fibulae, and, as usual, flowers weaved into her hair, which she had her nursemaid braid and pin in place at the back of her head, she looked every bit as beautiful as one would expect of a Leventi child. That did not stop her from trying to accessorize by snatching her mother's jewels, however. Nana had a great love for anything and everything beautiful, and Evelli's gems definitely hit the mark for the little blonde delinquent. Yet, she had unfortunately been found out by a nursemaid and had been thoroughly chastised as a result. Ah, well. Nana had never been the type to play it safe: big risks led to big rewards, after all.
If not for the great excitement that Nana held at the prospect of getting to be in the palati, and to meet the princesses, the nine-year-old would likely have loudly declared her distaste for having to share a carriage with Evangelina and Imma. If only she had been given her own carriage, instead of being made to share with her wild animal of a cousin and her useless babydoll of a sister. Really. Why couldn't the event have been reserved for refined young ladies?
As she exited the carriage, Nana stayed close at the side of her cousins, playing the role of the 'good older sister' by holding the hand of Imma, and finding herself more and more annoyed with Evangelina's antics as they walked along. Not that she would voice it, though, as she was a proper young lady, and proper young ladies were polite and elegant, and were never rude to those around them. Nana would not be seen as improper in the palati, especially not around Princess Xene.
Yet, when their paths crossed with the aforementioned princess, Nana's mood quickly shifted, from annoyance with her cousin to reverence in the sight of a fully-fledged princess. Of course, the Leventi child bowed her head and gave the girl a deep curtsy, almost toppling over in her eagerness. Yet, she managed to steady herself, only a little wobble giving away what could have been a very embarrassing fall for perhaps the most prideful of the Leventi family. Yet, as the princess proceeded ahead of them, Nana's attention shifted right back to Evie.
No, Nana was not rude. She was honest. And when her uncle, who she normally shuddered in the sight of, saw fit to chastize Evangelina, Nana was more than happy to join the bandwagon. "Uncle, I believe that ship has sailed. Evangelina already is a shame to the family name." The blonde's gaze turned to her cousin as she gave her a sharp glare. "You would do good to stop itching in my dress. Gods know I'll have to have it burned. You've probably gotten fleas on it."
The nine-year-old huffed as she made her way into the gallery, breaking off from her cousins to get closer to the princesses, and taking in the view. The ceiling was high, higher than any ceiling she had ever seen in her short life, the floors polished to a mirror-like shine. The grandness of the room almost made the girl forget about the two Mikaelidas girls in attendance, but Nana had goals that she needed to see through. The thought occurred to her that if she became friends with actual princesses, she'd be one step closer to becoming one herself. So, she had no intention to leave today's lesson without at least introducing herself. But, with how charming she was, it was quite likely that she'd become a fast friend to the two. Perhaps they would even trade clothing! That was a thought Nana very much liked the sound of.
Now, if only the dancing would begin...
At the age of nine, Nana had already displayed quite the talent for dance. As such, it seemed almost trivial to her to waste her time at a lesson, when she was of the opinion that her skill wanted no further refinement. Yet, a trip to the palati was an opportunity that the second-youngest of Georgios' brood would not pass up, and so she prepared herself accordingly.
Wearing a vivid green peplos embroidered with golden flowers, pinned in place with two simple golden fibulae, and, as usual, flowers weaved into her hair, which she had her nursemaid braid and pin in place at the back of her head, she looked every bit as beautiful as one would expect of a Leventi child. That did not stop her from trying to accessorize by snatching her mother's jewels, however. Nana had a great love for anything and everything beautiful, and Evelli's gems definitely hit the mark for the little blonde delinquent. Yet, she had unfortunately been found out by a nursemaid and had been thoroughly chastised as a result. Ah, well. Nana had never been the type to play it safe: big risks led to big rewards, after all.
If not for the great excitement that Nana held at the prospect of getting to be in the palati, and to meet the princesses, the nine-year-old would likely have loudly declared her distaste for having to share a carriage with Evangelina and Imma. If only she had been given her own carriage, instead of being made to share with her wild animal of a cousin and her useless babydoll of a sister. Really. Why couldn't the event have been reserved for refined young ladies?
As she exited the carriage, Nana stayed close at the side of her cousins, playing the role of the 'good older sister' by holding the hand of Imma, and finding herself more and more annoyed with Evangelina's antics as they walked along. Not that she would voice it, though, as she was a proper young lady, and proper young ladies were polite and elegant, and were never rude to those around them. Nana would not be seen as improper in the palati, especially not around Princess Xene.
Yet, when their paths crossed with the aforementioned princess, Nana's mood quickly shifted, from annoyance with her cousin to reverence in the sight of a fully-fledged princess. Of course, the Leventi child bowed her head and gave the girl a deep curtsy, almost toppling over in her eagerness. Yet, she managed to steady herself, only a little wobble giving away what could have been a very embarrassing fall for perhaps the most prideful of the Leventi family. Yet, as the princess proceeded ahead of them, Nana's attention shifted right back to Evie.
No, Nana was not rude. She was honest. And when her uncle, who she normally shuddered in the sight of, saw fit to chastize Evangelina, Nana was more than happy to join the bandwagon. "Uncle, I believe that ship has sailed. Evangelina already is a shame to the family name." The blonde's gaze turned to her cousin as she gave her a sharp glare. "You would do good to stop itching in my dress. Gods know I'll have to have it burned. You've probably gotten fleas on it."
The nine-year-old huffed as she made her way into the gallery, breaking off from her cousins to get closer to the princesses, and taking in the view. The ceiling was high, higher than any ceiling she had ever seen in her short life, the floors polished to a mirror-like shine. The grandness of the room almost made the girl forget about the two Mikaelidas girls in attendance, but Nana had goals that she needed to see through. The thought occurred to her that if she became friends with actual princesses, she'd be one step closer to becoming one herself. So, she had no intention to leave today's lesson without at least introducing herself. But, with how charming she was, it was quite likely that she'd become a fast friend to the two. Perhaps they would even trade clothing! That was a thought Nana very much liked the sound of.
Now, if only the dancing would begin...
The problem with large rooms was that every word carried on the air. Her uncle’s words were said with a finality that offered no wiggle room to continue that conversation. Persing her lips, she looked away and rolled her eyes gently. She didn’t care what he said, horses danced. She found her eyes floating upwards toward the ceiling and down the length of the room. The room was so large and airy it was almost intimidating. There was a profoundness to it that seemed fitting of the Palati.
‘Uncle, I believe that ship has sailed. Evangelina already is a shame to the family name.’ Dropping her gaze from the ceiling she looked at her uncle again, did he hear Nana? Her younger-by-only-a-few-months cousin continued, giving her a glare as she added, ‘You would do good to stop itching in my dress. Gods know I'll have to have it burned. You've probably gotten fleas on it.’ If Fotios wasn’t going to say something to Nana… Feeling like her back against the wall with her nitpicking cousins, she spoke.
“You know what, Nana… sometimes you say something that makes me think you are smart… then I look at you and that thought fades.” Evangelina mused to Nana. Her cousin’s nose was stuck so high in the air that if she walked outside while it was raining she could legitimately drown. After that, she didn’t bother another glance at Nana or Squeaky.
Luckily before any reprimands could be issued the man she assumed was to teach them to dance spoke to her uncle and she stepped away still looking at the detail of the room until she saw Princess Xene look at her and motion her over. She bit her bottom lip and glanced around almost shyly before she walked over to stand next to the princess. A grateful ‘thanks’ shimmered in her gaze at the slightly older princess. It wasn’t something she was likely to forget. Finding herself softly mimicking the princesses' postures and quietness the way children often do, she glanced sideways at the Xene and Gianna.
“Is that Lord Alekos? The one who’s supposed to be instructing us?” She asked quietly to them. Shifting her dark eyes to the man speaking to Fotios, her lips twitched a little. “He’s um… He’s not what I was expecting.” Everything about the man was extravagant. Nana would love him. She bit her bottom lip carefully trying not to gawk at the man. Evangelina wasn’t sure she wanted to learn to dance from a man who’s movements were stressed to the point of outrageousness. He looked like one of her father’s male peacocks doing some sort of odd little mating dance with his bowing and arms dramatically gesturing.
She wasn’t exactly sure what she’d been expecting but somehow it wasn’t the man standing there waiting to teach the class. Maybe someone more stoic? A look over at the bard to play music for them. Was he bored? Evie found her eyes back on the dance master and studying his movements. Why was it so important for him to move in such a dramatic way? Was it not enough to just move with grace and poise? Was simplicity out of style this year?
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The problem with large rooms was that every word carried on the air. Her uncle’s words were said with a finality that offered no wiggle room to continue that conversation. Persing her lips, she looked away and rolled her eyes gently. She didn’t care what he said, horses danced. She found her eyes floating upwards toward the ceiling and down the length of the room. The room was so large and airy it was almost intimidating. There was a profoundness to it that seemed fitting of the Palati.
‘Uncle, I believe that ship has sailed. Evangelina already is a shame to the family name.’ Dropping her gaze from the ceiling she looked at her uncle again, did he hear Nana? Her younger-by-only-a-few-months cousin continued, giving her a glare as she added, ‘You would do good to stop itching in my dress. Gods know I'll have to have it burned. You've probably gotten fleas on it.’ If Fotios wasn’t going to say something to Nana… Feeling like her back against the wall with her nitpicking cousins, she spoke.
“You know what, Nana… sometimes you say something that makes me think you are smart… then I look at you and that thought fades.” Evangelina mused to Nana. Her cousin’s nose was stuck so high in the air that if she walked outside while it was raining she could legitimately drown. After that, she didn’t bother another glance at Nana or Squeaky.
Luckily before any reprimands could be issued the man she assumed was to teach them to dance spoke to her uncle and she stepped away still looking at the detail of the room until she saw Princess Xene look at her and motion her over. She bit her bottom lip and glanced around almost shyly before she walked over to stand next to the princess. A grateful ‘thanks’ shimmered in her gaze at the slightly older princess. It wasn’t something she was likely to forget. Finding herself softly mimicking the princesses' postures and quietness the way children often do, she glanced sideways at the Xene and Gianna.
“Is that Lord Alekos? The one who’s supposed to be instructing us?” She asked quietly to them. Shifting her dark eyes to the man speaking to Fotios, her lips twitched a little. “He’s um… He’s not what I was expecting.” Everything about the man was extravagant. Nana would love him. She bit her bottom lip carefully trying not to gawk at the man. Evangelina wasn’t sure she wanted to learn to dance from a man who’s movements were stressed to the point of outrageousness. He looked like one of her father’s male peacocks doing some sort of odd little mating dance with his bowing and arms dramatically gesturing.
She wasn’t exactly sure what she’d been expecting but somehow it wasn’t the man standing there waiting to teach the class. Maybe someone more stoic? A look over at the bard to play music for them. Was he bored? Evie found her eyes back on the dance master and studying his movements. Why was it so important for him to move in such a dramatic way? Was it not enough to just move with grace and poise? Was simplicity out of style this year?
The problem with large rooms was that every word carried on the air. Her uncle’s words were said with a finality that offered no wiggle room to continue that conversation. Persing her lips, she looked away and rolled her eyes gently. She didn’t care what he said, horses danced. She found her eyes floating upwards toward the ceiling and down the length of the room. The room was so large and airy it was almost intimidating. There was a profoundness to it that seemed fitting of the Palati.
‘Uncle, I believe that ship has sailed. Evangelina already is a shame to the family name.’ Dropping her gaze from the ceiling she looked at her uncle again, did he hear Nana? Her younger-by-only-a-few-months cousin continued, giving her a glare as she added, ‘You would do good to stop itching in my dress. Gods know I'll have to have it burned. You've probably gotten fleas on it.’ If Fotios wasn’t going to say something to Nana… Feeling like her back against the wall with her nitpicking cousins, she spoke.
“You know what, Nana… sometimes you say something that makes me think you are smart… then I look at you and that thought fades.” Evangelina mused to Nana. Her cousin’s nose was stuck so high in the air that if she walked outside while it was raining she could legitimately drown. After that, she didn’t bother another glance at Nana or Squeaky.
Luckily before any reprimands could be issued the man she assumed was to teach them to dance spoke to her uncle and she stepped away still looking at the detail of the room until she saw Princess Xene look at her and motion her over. She bit her bottom lip and glanced around almost shyly before she walked over to stand next to the princess. A grateful ‘thanks’ shimmered in her gaze at the slightly older princess. It wasn’t something she was likely to forget. Finding herself softly mimicking the princesses' postures and quietness the way children often do, she glanced sideways at the Xene and Gianna.
“Is that Lord Alekos? The one who’s supposed to be instructing us?” She asked quietly to them. Shifting her dark eyes to the man speaking to Fotios, her lips twitched a little. “He’s um… He’s not what I was expecting.” Everything about the man was extravagant. Nana would love him. She bit her bottom lip carefully trying not to gawk at the man. Evangelina wasn’t sure she wanted to learn to dance from a man who’s movements were stressed to the point of outrageousness. He looked like one of her father’s male peacocks doing some sort of odd little mating dance with his bowing and arms dramatically gesturing.
She wasn’t exactly sure what she’d been expecting but somehow it wasn’t the man standing there waiting to teach the class. Maybe someone more stoic? A look over at the bard to play music for them. Was he bored? Evie found her eyes back on the dance master and studying his movements. Why was it so important for him to move in such a dramatic way? Was it not enough to just move with grace and poise? Was simplicity out of style this year?
Fotios watched as the girls sniped at each other and decided he would have to hold a family meeting at some point soon to stress the significance of taking up your issues within the family within the family. Having disagreements and arguments with your siblings and cousins was to be expected. But to hold such squabbles in public was just shameful and displayed a lack of self-control and good breeding. He would have to have a word with Lady Ava and Lady Evelli to ensure that their daughters were taught appropriate House etiquette.
Dafni, of course, wasn't much better but then she was much younger. There was still time to fix her.
Confirming for the tutor that there was no-one else to arrive down the corridor that he could see, Fotios watched in barely confined distaste as the extravagant man turned his attention to handling the lesson at hand with all the subtlety of a stud in season.
The man seemed to delight in making every motion, syllable and gesture three times the size or sound it needed to be.
Fotios couldn't abide excess. It made him grind his teeth.
Forced to watch, however, if he wanted to ensure that the strange tutor did not impart any horrendously disadvantageous advice upon his charges, Fotios said nothing as Lord Alekos turned to the man in the corner and waved his arm in a commanding air.
‘Bard! Play for us!’ He insisted. ‘I require something light but sprightly for a-’ He waved his hand down and back up in a U shape and then repeated the gesture several times in a steady rhythm. ‘-sort of beat, yes?’
The man spoke with a strange hint of accent. Though Greek born he had clearly spent too much time on the continent and was starting to sound like a Roman.
‘Ladies, ladies!’ He chivvied to the females in the room, before dropping a quick bow to Xene and Gianna. ‘-and princesses, of course!’ He took several hurried steps backwards, while gesturing for the girls to move forward to take the place he had occupied in the centre of the room.
‘Now, we shall first perform the geranos. A wonderful dance that depicts the story of Theseus and his great battle with the minotaur of the labyrinth. Not to mention his escape from the hidden tunnels themselves!’ The tutor seemed absurdly interested in the mystery of such tales, speaking as if he were reading a storybook to the young girls and infusing it with drama. ‘If all ladies could please stand beside one another, a large stride between each of you. Then reach out and place your hands on the shoulders of those next to you. Your arms will wind together to create a long chain - the thread used by Theseus to escape the maze!’
As the daughters of the royal houses adjusted into the position as instructed, Lord Alekos moved along the line correcting as he went but knowing protocol enough not to actually touch the women, only mimic his instructions or edits with his own arms so that he could ensure they were holding onto each other correctly without breaking the barrier of social rank with physical touch.
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Fotios watched as the girls sniped at each other and decided he would have to hold a family meeting at some point soon to stress the significance of taking up your issues within the family within the family. Having disagreements and arguments with your siblings and cousins was to be expected. But to hold such squabbles in public was just shameful and displayed a lack of self-control and good breeding. He would have to have a word with Lady Ava and Lady Evelli to ensure that their daughters were taught appropriate House etiquette.
Dafni, of course, wasn't much better but then she was much younger. There was still time to fix her.
Confirming for the tutor that there was no-one else to arrive down the corridor that he could see, Fotios watched in barely confined distaste as the extravagant man turned his attention to handling the lesson at hand with all the subtlety of a stud in season.
The man seemed to delight in making every motion, syllable and gesture three times the size or sound it needed to be.
Fotios couldn't abide excess. It made him grind his teeth.
Forced to watch, however, if he wanted to ensure that the strange tutor did not impart any horrendously disadvantageous advice upon his charges, Fotios said nothing as Lord Alekos turned to the man in the corner and waved his arm in a commanding air.
‘Bard! Play for us!’ He insisted. ‘I require something light but sprightly for a-’ He waved his hand down and back up in a U shape and then repeated the gesture several times in a steady rhythm. ‘-sort of beat, yes?’
The man spoke with a strange hint of accent. Though Greek born he had clearly spent too much time on the continent and was starting to sound like a Roman.
‘Ladies, ladies!’ He chivvied to the females in the room, before dropping a quick bow to Xene and Gianna. ‘-and princesses, of course!’ He took several hurried steps backwards, while gesturing for the girls to move forward to take the place he had occupied in the centre of the room.
‘Now, we shall first perform the geranos. A wonderful dance that depicts the story of Theseus and his great battle with the minotaur of the labyrinth. Not to mention his escape from the hidden tunnels themselves!’ The tutor seemed absurdly interested in the mystery of such tales, speaking as if he were reading a storybook to the young girls and infusing it with drama. ‘If all ladies could please stand beside one another, a large stride between each of you. Then reach out and place your hands on the shoulders of those next to you. Your arms will wind together to create a long chain - the thread used by Theseus to escape the maze!’
As the daughters of the royal houses adjusted into the position as instructed, Lord Alekos moved along the line correcting as he went but knowing protocol enough not to actually touch the women, only mimic his instructions or edits with his own arms so that he could ensure they were holding onto each other correctly without breaking the barrier of social rank with physical touch.
Fotios watched as the girls sniped at each other and decided he would have to hold a family meeting at some point soon to stress the significance of taking up your issues within the family within the family. Having disagreements and arguments with your siblings and cousins was to be expected. But to hold such squabbles in public was just shameful and displayed a lack of self-control and good breeding. He would have to have a word with Lady Ava and Lady Evelli to ensure that their daughters were taught appropriate House etiquette.
Dafni, of course, wasn't much better but then she was much younger. There was still time to fix her.
Confirming for the tutor that there was no-one else to arrive down the corridor that he could see, Fotios watched in barely confined distaste as the extravagant man turned his attention to handling the lesson at hand with all the subtlety of a stud in season.
The man seemed to delight in making every motion, syllable and gesture three times the size or sound it needed to be.
Fotios couldn't abide excess. It made him grind his teeth.
Forced to watch, however, if he wanted to ensure that the strange tutor did not impart any horrendously disadvantageous advice upon his charges, Fotios said nothing as Lord Alekos turned to the man in the corner and waved his arm in a commanding air.
‘Bard! Play for us!’ He insisted. ‘I require something light but sprightly for a-’ He waved his hand down and back up in a U shape and then repeated the gesture several times in a steady rhythm. ‘-sort of beat, yes?’
The man spoke with a strange hint of accent. Though Greek born he had clearly spent too much time on the continent and was starting to sound like a Roman.
‘Ladies, ladies!’ He chivvied to the females in the room, before dropping a quick bow to Xene and Gianna. ‘-and princesses, of course!’ He took several hurried steps backwards, while gesturing for the girls to move forward to take the place he had occupied in the centre of the room.
‘Now, we shall first perform the geranos. A wonderful dance that depicts the story of Theseus and his great battle with the minotaur of the labyrinth. Not to mention his escape from the hidden tunnels themselves!’ The tutor seemed absurdly interested in the mystery of such tales, speaking as if he were reading a storybook to the young girls and infusing it with drama. ‘If all ladies could please stand beside one another, a large stride between each of you. Then reach out and place your hands on the shoulders of those next to you. Your arms will wind together to create a long chain - the thread used by Theseus to escape the maze!’
As the daughters of the royal houses adjusted into the position as instructed, Lord Alekos moved along the line correcting as he went but knowing protocol enough not to actually touch the women, only mimic his instructions or edits with his own arms so that he could ensure they were holding onto each other correctly without breaking the barrier of social rank with physical touch.