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Post by vamperious on Mar 20, 2014 22:08:25 GMT -5
The breeze felt smooth and warm against her skin as she looked out over the small garden. There were all sorts of smells mingling with the light smell of earth that day. There were many sweet smells, flowers and food from the kitchens bellow, the River close by bringing a light smell of clay about since it was natural in this section of the river. A high wall blocking all other views she had of the area surrounding them as she glanced about. Her mother and her had planted most of it and used it to decorate the house with, the sweet scents pleasing to everyone who came through. Looking down she saw a little plant that had spread like a weed- her mother wanting to yank it out of the ground but she couldn't bring herself to do that, she loved nature to its fullest including the plants who took over the garden. Reaching down out her window she pulled a small blue flower from it and placed it in her hair, as she was often seen doing. She had done so since she was a child and it was a past time to simply sit in the garden and sing to the flowers. She had been a happy child, fed well, raised not to harshly, she loved her mother and her father- her sister not so much but who can honestly say they get along with their siblings that well? With a slightly nervous sigh she turned from her window, her olivine skin reflecting back to he in a mirror across the room from her, catching her eye. Her black hair was long, she hadn't had it cut in many years now to please her father. He viewed long hair as a very virtuous trait, saying she needed to appeal to more men so she could become a good wife and live a full life, as was her duty to her family. She never argued or had thoughts of the future as she liked to live in the present and take things one day at a time. Her sister liked to live in the future her heads in the clouds, rambling about adventure and romance- she was only twelve- she had a few years yet however her own name day was today. The reason she was in her room still was because she was nervous. At ones name day they learn who they are a decedent of- every family member is different as their souls can bond with a different deity. Her mother a descendant of Maia, an earthly woman, her father Eusebeia, Spirit of Piety, loyalty and duty- which described him well. She was nervous however because she had heard rumors about what happens if the deity they are akin to is evil or frowned upon...She was terrified about who she was going to be like- anything could happen- her family could either keep her as they always have, kill her, throw her out into the streets- anything. She was used to a simple life as he father showed them how to live modestly. Her blue eyes seemed to stick out a bit, matching the flower, in her hair, which gave her some hope since the particular flower was called Anemone- as her name sake. The flower was a pretty blue, light and delicate around the edges but in the center before the core- was a wide boarder of soft small petals- standing upright protecting the core in a way, the center- a bit taller- a deep blue. It reminded her of a comb in a bees hive- a million little crevices holding pollen and the secrets of nature inside. The colors made such a contrast it made her think of her self in a way, the little quiet manner she lived her life yet on the inside, thought she never admit it out loud, she wanted more out of life. She would be happy to live as her father pleased however she secretly wanted somethings her sister once brought up, adventure, love, a more open mind to things instead of being stuck here by her own will to not change when there was no need to. She admired her sister in someways, mostly her out look on life was refreshing and she slightly wanted to live through her exploits, though she often was scolded by their father for them. She knew she wasn't like her sister, they were very different in fact. Her hair was long and golden, her eyes a emerald green, a slightly more pale appearance to her skin then her own olive tone. Being that different didn't make her love her sister less, however it was a struggle some times when they would fight and one would claim to not be related at all. Amrena took after their mother, while she took after their father, who had darker hair as well. With a soft sigh she straightened out her dress, it was light, a light flow to it as it drifted a bit as she walked. It was a smooth cream color, a dull red, deep in its shades and moves into more blue that was more prominent in her gown. A cord at the top of the dress was tied there and the fabric anchored itself there, falling from her shoulders, exposing there pretty color of her skin and the elegant of her shape and posture. A small bit about her forearm to make it stay close to her arms defining them a bit. The dress wasn't revealing as she preferred since her father praised her on her modesty. It clung a bit in the middle but that was how it hung well about her legs. She was thin however not overly so. For her height of only 5'5” she felt like a statue occasionally, her ribs were barely visible however that was normal in a healthy girl, her legs strong and capable, her hips just wide enough to survive child bearing as her mother explained it. Her feet were pretty in their soft silk slippers, as she never went about with out shoes on as she found it improper. She slipped into the hallway, hearing the party down farther from her, the sound of drinks, flirting, boasting of family deities, friends having a good visit- it all was echoing distantly threw the stone halls to her. Her foot falls silent as she padded threw the long hall towards the room however her sister was waiting for her at the door looking happy to see her. Her blind hair was down, a circlet of pretty white flowers about her head, making her face glow practically from the light reflecting from them. Her dress a soft cream as well however it was plain, perhaps a feminine hem but nothing showy as Anemone was the center of attention today- only she wore color. “I see you finally came out of your room! The party has been going on for over an hour now!” She said to her in an excited tone, her face showing her excitement and her joy in these events. She however didn't share her sisters' enthusiasm as much, since she was used to quiet, parties were loud and too much happened, even drunk fights were common. With a soft smile she nodded to her little sister, “Yes well I had to finish getting ready. You look so pretty in white to Amrena.” She said her eyes looking her over a bit better before getting a soft nudge from her sister's shoulder. “Your nervous aren't you...” She stated more then asking since it was obvious. With a small nod she decided not saying it would have been better for her nerves. “I swear a party could scare you but not a poisonous plant or animal, nor a bear or a large cat. You are so silly.” She said getting a small hip check from her sister in response, making her knock into a woman who gave her a slight dirty look before returning her attention to whom ever she was speaking with. Amrena gave her sister a bit of a dirty look however it was cut short by some one calling for their attention, apparently Anemone had been spotted and things were about to begin. “I welcome you all to our home to celebrate with us in our daughter Anemone's coming of age party! We appreciated your prayers and kind words and sentiments about the ceremony and we wish it well. Before we begin however I want to introduce the reverent mother, who will be seeing for us this fine afternoon.” Her father's voice silenced the room with his sheer will and his charisma. He was a fine spokesmen- like her little sister however he was a poor sportsmen as she was not. He preferred his books and an indoor life- unlike his children. An old woman stepped forward from the crowd and nodded before the large group of people as they bowed to her in response as it was a customary thing. Her eyes searched the crowd until they landed on her subject for that evening and she motioned her forward, the crowd parting to let her threw. She held her heard high as she walked, her young sister coming along behind her, more as support then anything. Her colors that she was wearing stuck out vibrantly in the room of soft whites and creams. “Greetings child, might I have your name given unto you from your father?” The older woman greeted her. With a deep bow, handing together in front of her, she spoke quietly but loud enough to be heard by those close by. “Anemone reverent mother.” She was nervous what the woman would make of her name but when she heard nothing she looked up to see the woman smiling at her. She was silent as she looked her over, her eyes felt like odd probes to her body and mind. Nothing had been spoken and she movement to touch her made, but her mind exploring her. “The name is well suited child. I see good in you, duty, Compassion, beauty, a Silent picture of Chloris.” She said to her with a light nod before turning to look back at her father. “Your daughter is one to be remembered, she is a bit of a wild heart however she will never do wrong by her family, she is honest and sincere-a loyal member of your family. Congratulations.” At her words she couldn't help but smile, she was a flower deity- one of actual nature- a natural beauty. Anemone heard words of praise to her father from the woman before she went back to do as she liked for the party her part being done there. Her father looked to her with a happy expression, her mother one of contentment as she nodded a smile to her before returning her attention to others. Her father gave her a kiss on the cheek and praised her for being a good child, before going to give her sister advice on how to behave at the party since she was misbehaving already it seemed which her drinks. With a small sigh she turned and found herself surrounded by people she both knew and didn't know, all patting her shoulder speaking kindly of her and her deity. She offered each a smile and simply walked on through however she was eventually able to slip thought the kitchens and out into the gardens there, smelling the small spice garden by the door. She felt more calm there outside among st the flowers and the setting sun, she hadn't known she had been inside that long. Stepping carefully she made her way to the bench in the garden's center and sat alone with a content smile. She preferred the quiet here, surrounded by the sounds of nature, the din from inside quiet now as it had died down a bit. The air was cooler now and she found the light breeze from the west peaceful as it rustled the leaves of the flowers about her.
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Post by kimcora on Mar 20, 2014 23:01:31 GMT -5
Smoke rolled off the dish of burning incents that filled the air with heavy smells of exotic flowers that none could name. The young blonde haired woman in the center of the richly carpeted room felt her eyes stinging and watering from the harsh aroma, but she kept them set staring ahead at the older woman before her. The older woman was a shape in the low light of the room coming from only a skylight shaped from the center of the temples ceiling and standing torches around the room. The room was draped in fine cloth and tapestries telling the story of creation, surrounding a pool of standing water and statues of the Pantheon of their gods and goddesses. The finery of each stitch and the shape of each face in marble and gold was so impressive to the woman that she had trouble focusing. However, fear kept her attention on the true purpose of her visit to the Oracle’s temple. She was there to find out her deity that she was descended from. Normally a girl her age and stature would have a lovely party to accompany her name day. They would celebrate finding their deity and be praised by those that cared for them or that ran in their circle. But the Vasiliou family was no longer a part of the light of famed society and they had no room to take chances...after her brother’s name day of horror, the remaining Vasiliou family wanted to keep this quiet and calm. It was why she was having such a quiet reading with only her mother and her uncle in the room. They wanted to be certain she was not a disgrace before they sent her out into public... “Lysandra, youngest of the Vasiliou children,” Lysandra’s dark eyes flitted to the old seers, feeling as though her heart stopped in fear and anxiety, “You daughter of traitor, sister of the spirit of vengeance...You are afraid of what will become of you.” The old woman’s cold hand touched Lysandra’s olive skinned face, the clammy touch making her want to shiver but she resisted. The old woman stared into her eyes a long moment as if staring into her soul before the gaze dropped and she smiled. “But you have nothing to fear. I see no trace of your family’s evils. You are a good, a mother to all and caregiver. You have an open heart and a soul pure. You are of Hera...a great honor my child.” She pulled away and went further into her sanctuary, leaving Lysandra baffled as her family rushed forward to congratulate her. “My baby, I knew you would save us.” Her mother cooed in her ear as she hugged her daughter, the two lost in fits of gold curls and fine gowns. Even though they had faced the hardship of losing father and their home, mother had always made a point to keep their appearances perfect. She spared no expense of Uncle’s money to make Lysandra beautiful and a lady of worth. That was why relief flooded the young woman when she saw everyone was smiling. She had done it...she had saved her family. Hera was an excellent patron goddess... With her blessing Lysandra could marry into a good family, become a priestess, even become a woman of stature again. Her doors for a future were set for eternity... Her mother Kalliste had a similar fortune, Hedone, a spirit of wealth, pleasure and beauty and father had been that of Eucleia, a spirit of glory. She was lucky to have both their fortune and their looks, both parents sharing in uncanny beauty that translated well to their children. Her mother’s may have dwindled in spark with age, but even now, Lysandra saw herself in her mother. She would one day be an old mother...that was where her future truly lay. As her uncle and mother went cheering praises to tell the rest of the waiting family, Lysandra lagged behind outside the temple. She walked with her head down and a sad frown on her face. She wished her brother could have been there to see her be bestowed this honor. He had always been fascinated by name days and ceremonies as a child, since he told her they changed people. It was true, your god relation was all that mattered in the eyes of fate and society here. It was so easy to be cast out and hated if you received the connection to a terrible god...Money and power couldn’t save you from fate. She was just about to take a step down the stairs when suddenly hands sprung from the shadows. They latched onto her, causing her to suck in a breath for a shriek but a hand covered her mouth before she could release it. She stared wide eyed and startled as she was pulled rather quickly into the shadows of the building and pillars, hidden from sight of others. She thought a moment that she might be killed, raped or robbed, but fear quickly disappeared when a familiar face with a voice like honey came into her view. “Congratulations, Lysy.” Lysandra’s eyes widened and quickly she raised a hand to grasp the rough on covering her mouth. The man smiling down at her looked so happy and proud, almost as if he didn’t notice the state he was in. His hair was tousled from a long day of sweat and work, dark eyes holding a strain that showed exhaustion, his skin burned in places and his old clothes smelling of the sea. She stared at him for a long moment before she leapt forward, burying her face in the man that looked to be no better than a beggar. “Darius!” She cried into his shirt, making the arms around her pull her closer in a tight hug. Even if he smelled, she was happy to have those arms around her again. She missed her brother so... “I know Lysy...It’s been a while.” He told her softly before forcing her to look up at him with a hand under her chin. “Who would have thought my little sister is all grown up now...you look so pretty, Aphrodite would be jealous.” He teased, making Lysandra’s bleary eyes crinkle with her smile. “Try Hera...” Darius’s eyes widened, the shock very real for a moment. His grip loosened a moment as he seemed to process this news till a grin pulled at his lips. “Hera?! Oh that’s wonderful Lysandra!” She squealed as he lifted her in a hug, spinning her like he did when they were children. She giggled as he set her down, her bright eyes filled with love and joy for her brother. Things could be better...she could finally help him and mother...he would be so happy... “I know it is. Just think Darius. I could save our family. I could clear father’s name and mother would be happy. I could marry into a good family...You could come back to live with us. We could be a family again—“ in her excitement she failed to realize that Darius’s mood had darkened, his expression barely containing the darker emotions brewing. This was a touchy subject for him, a subject of pain for them all. He knew fully well he could never be accepted back into his old life...That wasn’t how things worked, no matter how much he wished he could believe his sister’s delusional wishes. He wasn’t even allowed to be seen with her like this, for risk of ruining her reputation. It was a very segregated caste when you were on the losing side... “Lysy...you know that can’t happen.” He said releasing his grip from her and tensing as though he was trying to reign in his emotions. He couldn’t yell at her for how naïve she was. Mother had sheltered her... Lysandra looked genuinely upset for having made her brother angry and moved forward to him. She placed a hand on his cheek lovingly, her eyes searching his that seemed far away. “Darius, you are so angry...” She said softly, her voice soothing and cool against his heated anger. “These feelings of hate are poison. You mustn’t let them cloud your thoughts. You are a good man...do not forget that.” He looked down at his sister’s pretty face as she stared up into his, knowing that she was right. He couldn’t let go of these feelings however. It was a part of him. But for her, unlike others, he could pretend. For her he would do anything. He gave his sister a soft smile, placing a hand on her hand. “Thank you Lysy. I’ll try.” She smiled brightly and took her hand from his cheek, wanting to tell him something else but her mother’s voice interrupted her. She was calling her and would get angry if she didn’t come soon. Darius looked slightly annoyed, but his smile didn’t fade as he leaned down and gave Lysandra a kiss to her forehead. “Go back to mother...I will see you soon enough.” She gave him a slightly irritated look, knowing that was a false promise. He couldn’t see her soon at all. He was always working or gone. She only saw him on off chances and that was if mother wasn’t around or if fate permitted it. “Promise?” Darius looked surprised when his sister stuck out her pinky, the promise hanging in the air like lead weight. He gave her a soft smirk. She knew him all too well...He took her pinky with his, giving it a small squeeze. “Promise.” He released pinkies and gave her a small nudge away. “Now, go.” With a heart full of glee and her naïve little pleasure at how things were looking better, Lysandra ran to catch up with her mother to spare herself a scolding... ~~{*^*}~~ Lysandra fidgeted with her gown, looking at the lightly visible swirls in her mother’s dress’s embroidery that hemmed the bottom of her white gown. It was a pretty egg shell color, one that Lysandra admired and wished she could wear, but she didn’t have the chest or hips to pull it off. She was sadly not as voluptuous as her mother, not necessarily flat or shaped like a board but not sexy. And in a situation like this, a woman needed some appeal. Lysandra felt like a wall flower, quietly holding her glass of wine as she watched people converse around her. She could never handle situations like this, not in rooms full of crowded people. Darius was the social one, the charismatic one, and the leader of conversation. She was at best awkward. She couldn’t help her shyness, it was just something that happened due to her brother being the attention. She was pretty but words escaped her, and honestly so did studies. She could read, write, and play the harp. She could even carry a tune. But to make her read history or recite poems or even preform mathematical equations was like asking her to fetch the moon. Darius had been the studious one...she was less than Darius.. “Lysandra, go talk to the other girls. You’re being rude.” Her mother whispered in her ear harshly, making Lysandra flinch. She looked at the room uneasily before doing as he mother told her. She wandered, looking lost and sheepish as she wandered the crowds. A few people looked at her, a few men looked interested, but her shyness made her look away before she could really assess their looks. She finally found a nice little corner where people were avoiding and she leaned against the pillar there, swirling her wine glass’s contents for entertainment. She thought knowing her god affiliation might have changed something, but she still felt the same. She was still the youngest child, the only hope for her family’s salvation, and the only one who seemed to even care that her brother still existed...Hell, that she even existed. Darius should hve been here mingling with the people, not her. She looked at the girls in fancy dresses and new styles and knew she couldn't afford anything more than what her cousins and mother gave her. It was a sad truth for a girl that just wanted to fit in, but she was happy to just be invited to things like this still.
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Post by vamperious on Mar 20, 2014 23:04:58 GMT -5
Amrena was off walking around the party looking at the dresses, the pretty faces, the pretty men. Her sister was so lucky to have such a tun out with so many pretty men there tonight! She wanted just as many or more perhaps when she came of age. She liked a wide selection however her sister was into pure beauty such as nature- was it showed by her sheepishly sulking about the room with a smile as thought looking for an opportunity to escape. Even with a man's attention on her-hell a whole group she looked like she wanted out- a cornered rat- behind her polite smile. She knew she could do little to help her so she went off on her own hoping to catch a boys eye of her own however she saw some one she had met briefly once or twice now. "Lysandra! I'm so glad you decided to come to my sister's party! How have you been? I heard your own name day went well also! Congratulations!" Amrena rambled on as she knew the girl was for little words, she didn't mind however she likes hearing herself talk. ----~~~~---- The party had been fun however she was glad to be out of it. The air outside sweet and fresh unlike the almost drunken air from inside from the wine wafting about from open bottles and barrels that they were serving from. Their father was sparing no expense on her name day party as he had been confident all along. She knew that she should have been happy and enjoyed the party more however it just put her off- she would rather have some one do all the talking for her, be a social lite however simply smile and look pretty was more her bit. Leaning her head back she looked up at the sky, watching the reds and pink hues melt into purple and blues as night approached. This was her favorite time of day after all. ----~~~~---- "Its lovely to see you and your daughter this evening. Its a joy to know you have one child who had a deity of high notion." She said in a pleased voice to the mother of Lysandra. Her own daughter's name day was this day and she was pleased with it, and she was sure she would be pleased with her younger daughter as well when that time came. "It must have been a long few years...I am glad however that you have made a come back with such a graceful and beautiful daughter, if only I had a son- we could have matched them up perfectly. Shame that." She said as she took another sip of her win, her cheeks a flushed color from drinking a bit much already. These women had known each other as young girls, been to each others' weddings however, her husband didn't like her so she was forced to leave her be. She wasn't sure weather the man was dead or what happened but she knew he was a disgraced figure and not to be spoken of really. She wanted to ask but knew she shouldn't since it wasn't polite and her husband, Marren was a strict husband on social customs. CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE [/quote]
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Post by kimcora on Mar 21, 2014 0:25:30 GMT -5
Lysandra tensed when someone was suddenly by her, a young girl she remembered from when she was younger. This was the host's daughter, Amrena. Lysandra was good with names and matching them to faces since she was a stickler for detail. She also remembered by the girl's quick introduction and speech that the woman was talkative and rather bossy as a child. She was nice person though, actually a very pretty girl since she was like her sister in looks. She had the charisma Lysandra lacked. " I-I'm honored to be here. And I am well. Thank you, Amrena." She said though her eyes avoided Amrena's carefully. "Um yes. It went well. I am happy your sister received such a blessing. Chloris...it's truly amazing." She said with a soft smile, that was genuine and sheepish. She looked the party over ad then looked back to Amrena. All these women and men in their finery, all here for Anemone. It was very special for her... "There are so many people here to celebrate...this must be exciting for her." ~~{*^*}~~ The noise of the busy streets at dusk was more of a far off drone to Darius as he made his way from the ship yard. He had been out at port helping with the traders bringing in their goods and shipment all night after he had gone to see Lysandra. It was exhausting and grueling work, but it at least kept food on his family’s table and met half the properties mortgage. That was his uncle’s condition after all for letting his mother and sister stay in the summer home. As long as Darius worked to help pay the expenses and food, his uncle could pay half and provide them with other necessities. Poor Lysy was wearing hand-me-down dresses from mother and her cousins…Mother probably never saw her jewelry again after it was all taken or sold. She probably missed the extravagant parties and lavished living. He sure as Hades did… He shook off the thought, knowing it was better not to think of these things, also, because he was too damn tired to care for the past. It was gone and there wasn’t anything to bring it back. Time was no better than a whore after all. She screwed everyone. “Speaking of whores…” He muttered, looking up with half mast eyes at the sign above the building he was approaching. The Siren’s Keep, a rowdy little brothel that sat on the edge of a rather shady area of the city. But it was a hangout for fine sailors and women that knew a body better than any doctor. It wasn’t his first place to visit out of choice. It was the only place that he felt safe to be honest in any part of the city. Here, his father was well respected. The owner was an old business partner of his father. The women weren’t his interest but the sailors inhabiting their den. He knew from experience that the men of privilege couldn’t sail a ship properly. A man of hard work and determination could care for any vessel and defend its cargo with his life. Of course it was a well kept secret that his father hired from there, especially from Darius’s mother and Lysandra. They would have a heart attack if they knew, well, at least Lysy would if she knew that was where he was staying. The owner remained loyal to his father, even after the man was pronounced a traitor and put to death. It was the only reason Darius was allowed to stay when his mother cast him out… With a heavy feeling and weight pressing down on his shoulders from exhaustion, he entered the building that was livening up from the coming of night. Patrons ignored him, the regulars offering him a nod, a few of the women greeted him like a friend, and even the bar keep gave wave to him. Darius returned the smiles and greetings politely before heading to a long set of cushions that littered a drop in the floor. It was usually a quiet area he could relax on before he forced himself to clean up and crawl into bed. However, it seemed to day his peace was short lived. No sooner had he closed his eyes, a foreign brogue, rich voice with a coquettish tone came from above him. “So, this is where I find you?” He opened an eye lazily, watching a sultry looking woman with red hair and sea green eyes ease herself down beside him. She was wearing a revealingly tight gown, the bodice leaving little contained and the slits along the sides showing more than imagination allowed. He kept his eyes on her face however, since he had become used to the women here from the past 2 years he had been staying there. “You were looking for me? I’m honored Lady Ysold.” He said in teasing tone, making Ysold purse her lips painted rose red by dyes. Her drawn on thick eyeliner made her look sultry and dark, the red hair adding to the illusion that she was something of a woman of power. He knew her well enough that the girl didn’t buy into the image. She really was a strong woman, one that could put a man on his ass and castrate him if she was feeling in the mood. It was a wonder one simple look into her deity wound a hunter’s daughter into a brothel far from her homeland. “Tell me again why I put up with you.” She huffed, pulling something wrapped in expensive bakery paper. She could probably afford such finery since she was the highest paid consort here. Men and officials from all over town sought her attention for a night, but only some made the cut. "I have no idea. You said it was something about having devilishly good looks? Or was it something about my charming personality?" He joked with a grin and Ysold rolled her eyes, tossing the bag into his chest. He caught it and opened up the bag, looking inside and saw something excitingly good. A neat little pastry sat in the paper, the jam well preserved and not stale in appearance. It was fresh. "Eat. You're getting thin again." He blinked at her, brows knitting as he looked down at himself. He did feel a bit lighter recently, only because he had been skipping meals to save up for a present for Lysandra. The rest of the money went straight to Lysandra and his mother's living expenses. "Yes, ma'am." He said, eating the pastry with some allotted grace, but it was obvious the man was wanting to devour it out of hunger. Ysold pretended not to notice, but inside she worried about the man. He could be so forgetful of himself at times...What did he owe his petty bitch of a mother or his dowdy sister anyways? They gave him nothing, cast him out like filth for something so trivial. His father was nuts, his mother was cruel, and his sister was an idiot. Even if she felt those thoughts were true, she wouldn't dare insult his family in front of him. The man was sensitive about them and he had a nasty temper when provoked. ~~{*^*}~~ Kalliste gave a noise of approval through her nose at her friend's mention of her daughter. Lysandra was a good girl, a sweet girl and the only perfection the gods allowed her. How could she have been cursed with a husband that went mad and a son that was an omen for death? Well she could blame her son for their misfortune. No doubt the gods cursed her husband for the imperfect boy. He spoiled Darius, coddled him, let his emotions run wild and kept the child's pride too high... It was miraculous that Lysandra came to be such a poised and refined young woman, even if her shy nature was unappealing. But that could be trained out of her. The comment about wishing for a son drew a cluck out of Kalliste as she raised her glass of dark wine to her lips. "Be happy you were blessed with girls. Boys take too much after their fathers." She said, her grip tightening on the glass as she took pull from it that was rather unlady like for the moment. She needed the buzz from the wine to take her mind off of things such as her husband. The man was a fool...but a fool she once cared for. How could he just leave her and Lysandra penniless? Luckily, Kalliste's brother had the money and station to purchase a home her husband kept for the summers. They could stay there with some help from her ungrateful son. "I am proud of my Lysandra...You must be proud of Anemone. What a pretty girl she is, and with such a perfect deity for her. She will have no trouble finding a suitor and fortune. She will be very popular very soon." She said remembering that a woman's coming of age was a very important time socially. This was a time for deals, marriage and eventually children. Some women would eventually go on to do something that embodied their deity, but most chose to be mothers or home bodies.
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Post by vamperious on Mar 21, 2014 5:54:54 GMT -5
Amrena looked her over and smiled lightly,”I swear you and my sister both are bashful. Its a party drink and live it up!” She started lecturing in a positive encouraging tone however her father caught her shoulder in his hand. She glanced up over her shoulder to look at her father, her smile falling a little bit but she replaced it with a softer smile. “Hello father.” She said easily. The man gave her a light smile before bowing slightly to Lysandra. “Its good to see you after a while Lysandra. It seems you are grown up now. That is a good thing, I'm happy to see you grow up well.” He said with a light tone before he looked back to his own daughter.”How about you be respectful of the guests and not get rowdy. They came for fun and some spirits in celebration- not some scheme you cooked up to get drinks and games.” He said knowing his youngest daughter too well. ----~~~~---- She noticed the way she took a shot of her wine and frowned slightly, she reached out to a tray and got her another one, handing it to her smoothly not in any alerting manner- it was natural. She drank her own glass and smiled lightly at the comment about being blessed with girls and nodded. “True however I would have wished for one son so my husband would stop being so hen pick with them. I swear he goes dress shopping more then I do any more.” She commented about Marren since he liked to know what was going on in his daughter's lives as he loved them and wanted them to be safe. When asked if she were proud of her eldest she paused a moment to listen to her friends words. “I wish she would come out of her shell a bit. No husband could be found with a shy behavior- they might think she is holding out. However her deity suits her well- she loves her garden and nature so perhaps she can become a owner of a vast garden? Like that something of renown.” She said making a joke about her daughter being named after her own favorite thing- part of her name sake even. CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE
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Post by kimcora on Mar 21, 2014 23:28:30 GMT -5
Lysandra was surprised at the conviction the young girl could muster at her age. She had a bold spirit, that was for sure, to be trying to convince another girl to enjoy herself. Lysandra gave the idea thought however. It would be nice just to let go and move on with life. She would lie to jut cut loose and enjoy herself. But afte her father and her brother, she always felt that she was being watched. People were waiting to see what she was going to do, her mother was praying she didn't embarrass them, and the goddess she now knew she favored...It was all a little suffocating, but enough to keep her tightly wound around the social protocol. She was about to respond with a bit of enthusiasm, but Amrena's father arriving into the conversation to scold her made Lysandra sink back into her proper tight laced shell. When he greeted her, Lysandra returned a soft smile, though her stomach clenched. She didn't handle men well, not all men, just those that she didn't know. At least she had seen Amrena's father before in other places and times, so she was able to reply. "Thank you sir. Congratulations for your daughter, Anemone, as well." She said, though she looked to Amrena with a more relaxed smile. "I suppose you are right on a few things. I have been rather quiet in a celebration meant for a good time." She said, though it was obvious she was a little stuck on exactly just how to do that. ~~|*^*|~~ "So tell me what has you in such a chipper mood?" Ysold said around her draft, eyes on Darius who balancing his cup on his knee, his hand loosely on the handle. "Yesterday was my sister's name day. She received her god prediction from the Oracle." Ysold quirked a brow, looking curious. "Oh really? What did the old bat say?" Darius knew Ysold had no love for the old women, just as much as he did. He felt the whole practice idiotic... "She was given Hera as her patron Goddess. She was predicted to have a long wonderful life." He raised his beer in a toast, which Ysold returnd by clanking her cup to his. His long pull of his drink left her room to consider what to say before she said it. She was already on her fourth drink and was feel a little tipsy. She didn't want to spout something ridiculous or wrong. "I'm she’ll make a lovely wifey for some rich prick. Poor thing though, from what you’ve told me she sounds innocent for a man. They aren’t very delicate with the pretty, quiet ones…” Darius's nose wrinkled, not liking the idea of Lysandra being married off to someone who abused her. He would fight that, screw social protocol. The bastard would be in the ground before he'd harm her again. "I can make sure she's well cared for. There are decent men out there." Ysold rolled her eyes, adjusting her position so that she leaned precariously on Darius. Her face contorted into a sultry look, her eyes teasing as a hand ran through his hair. Darius allowed it, but she knew she wouldn't get anywhere or do anything. He never touched her like the other men did. It was part of the reason she gave him the time of day... "Please, I'm descendant of Eros, Aphrodite's bastard son...I know a man's thoughts, weaknesses and desires. I can tell you none are pure and very few are smart enough to know how to control themselves." Darius smirked and gave a laugh, making Ysold irritated but she let it go. He was laughing at the way her finger's accidently tickled his neck, not her views of men. He wasn't a fool, or pure. He probably knew better than some what men were capable of... She pulled away, allowing him some space after that. "So." He said with a bit of a shrug, bringing his beer to his lips to finish it. It was gone in a second and he was up, not even a stagger after he polished off quite a few drinks. Leave it to a pretty boy, socialite to be able to handle his cheap alcohol. "What are you going to do when you don't have anyone left to throw all your care towards?" Darius stood there a moment, eyes on Ysold as he question had caught him off guard. His main goal in his life had been to provide for his family where his father couldn't. The moment Lysandra married, that responsibility would transfer to her husband. Lysandra of course would continue to care for mother...And she wasn't allowed to hve contact with him, even as her brother. He would never see her, not even when he had nephews or nieces. So what would he do? He wouldn't continue his life here, that was for sure. So then where would he go? "I think..." He began, looking to the window covered in dust that gave a small view of the harbor not far off, "I'll catch the first boat collecting stragglers and travel. I could see new places, people, and make my fortune maybe." He joked about the last bit, as shown by the smirk on his face. Ysold looked surprised by the answer, but it dulled into a small frown as she shook her head. Him and his big ideas... Darius left the bar for the upstairs going past rooms and messy halls with clothing and strewn objects. Finally he navigated his way to the narrow stairwell that lead to the attic space. His room was once a storage space that the owner neglected to need further. It fit a bed and a dresser, a small mirror and basin. The baths were in the women's quarters which he didn't feel like venturing towards tonight. He ached all over and only wanted to sleep. Pulling off every stitch of clothing, he dumped himself with the water in the basin that no doubt Ysold filled. She was a mother of a two after all and had a tendency to look out for him. He was thankful for it, as he was sure the owner was for not having his business smell like fish and sweat all day. After effectively flushing off most of the grim with the towel he had, he tossed it aside and crawled into bed. The thin floors left little for blocking noise, but had gotten pretty good at ignoring the noises and thumps. His only point of focus really was how comfortable he felt in the stiff bed and his head on the thin pillow, even the usually scratchy sheets were a comfort...He was out in moments. ~~|*^*|~~ Kalliste smiled at her bit about wishing for a son to keep her husband busy. It was a funny thought to think of a man obsessing over the women of his family the way a mother should. It was probably healthier for the girls to have a good relation ship with their father. The more he was involved and educating them, the better off they would be when they found husbands. Which brought her to her next "She will find her niche. You know as well as I do that men don't handle idle prattle well. True gentlemen avoid it when they can." She said in some humor, due to the fact it was often enough men just nodded and agreed with a woman to make her happy. Her husband was the type that encouraged the independent mind, but she knew of many women in her circle that had husbands that encouraged their wives to hold their tongues. It was always those women that had the easiest relationships however... She chuckled at the idea of garden owning as a path and nodded. "It would make the girl happy, seems she evades her own part for the outdoors..." She commented softy before looking to her friend. "How are other things? We haven't spoken in a very long while.." She asked since she knew her husband didn't favor her.
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Post by vamperious on Mar 22, 2014 14:29:59 GMT -5
Amrena smiled at Lysandra and shook her head,she turned her attention back to her father and patted his hand lightly, “Can we go out side and track down sister? That might keep me busy!” She said trying to convince her father to simply let her leave the room, since she was actually being watched on her behavior since she was known to get a little wild at these events. Her father looked down at her and couldn’t help but smile.” Not going to work. Your sister is old enough to be where she likes now.” He said before letting his eyes scan the room to look for her, however he wasn't seeing her, which bugged him a bit. She was supposed to be in there making possible matches and connections for her future life! If there was one thing he disapproved of in his eldest daughter it was her inability to be social and think about the future. “But she isn’t in here...All these handsome rich men are simply laying around like forgotten toys...” She said to her father knowing that’s what he was thinking. He frowned at her before cracking a smile,” Mischievous- husbands frown upon that child. Go find her.” He stated letting his hand fall from her shoulder, which light up her face with a smile. She leaned up and gave his cheek a light kiss before turning around and pulling Lysandra along with her. She was so excited to be getting out of there now, she wanted to introduce her sister to her friend, since they both didn't talk much perhaps that could get one or both out of their shells.
----~~~~---- At her words on her finding a man who liked quiet made her smile. “If only, Marren likes us to state our minds, behind closed doors but still- the poor girl was smart to ignore it. Her bed room over looks the garden for that reason- else we wouldn’t know where to find her.” She said her own tone tinged with humor before taking a drink and sighing. She hadn't seen her friend in a long time, she knew she was nervous over her children but that didn't stop her from being her own friend. Personally she couldn’t cast her children away from who they embodied. Every one had flaws we had to learn to accept them really her husband might have a different opinion however he would want to keep her happy. That was what he believed made for a happy relationship, keep the wife happy, the house good, food and happy lives. The wouldn’t go hungry and he would protect them- that was what that man made of life- duty to the family. She looked at her friend,” I have been praying for your family, I am glad things have turned around Kalliste. Which reminds me. Congratulations on Lysandra. She is a good child. I think we should have the girls seen more in public to boost their images. So we can visit more often, I've been lonely with out you around the past few years...Your husbands brother...never accepted my letters to you. However I think he did it to protect you, still reminds me of that man.” She said making a reference to her dead husband.
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Anemone sighed when she heard some voices behind her, two girls, dresses materials making slight noises in the breeze. She turned to look at them with a light look of questioning to find her sister and a girl she had seen a few times now. Her sister smiled widely at her and stepped forward. “About time we found you. Father was worried you had run off.” She said getting an eye roll from her. Amrena could be over dramatic at times and over did things but she thought it was cute. “Father can assume where I am, I never venture far unless there is purpose.” She said lightly, almost as to not disturb the flowers blooding by her. They had night blooms on a cactus plant that made the most beautiful white flowers that glowed in the moon light- she loved them. “Well, anyhow-This is Lysandra- remember her? You are both quiet and not party animals! What a coincidence.” She said making it seem like a surprise. Anemone turned back around to look at the poor girl and smiled lightly at her. “I'm sorry for my sister. She doesn’t know when to leave things be.” She said in a soft voice as he waited for her sister to counter her words. “Thats not nice.” She stated in a grumble as she crossed her arms and stuck out her tongue at her older sister.
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Post by kimcora on Mar 23, 2014 19:29:55 GMT -5
Lysandra followed Amrena outside, due to the fact she was being dragged. She was worried however by Amrena's practically calling her a trouble seeker. Lysandra didn't have room to find trouble or get into it. She necessarily wasn't the quiet one, she was just never allowed to be her own person. Her mother worked hard to educate her, to make her a perfect woman, and she was glad her mother was there to help her. Her father was always off with Darius and didn't really acknowledge her. He knew he had a daughter, bought her pretty things and would tell her encouraging things. But he never treated her like he did Darius, even when Darius would mess up, he was still the star child. She was always the weak one, the one that needed to be coddled and cared for...She looked to Amrena and wondered if she ever felt these sorts of things about her sister. Probably not, she didn't seem to be that kind of person. She was genuine and spoke her mind with her feelings. It was admirable. When they were outside talking to the older sister Anemone, Lysandra gave a sheepish look at the two girls going back and forth. The comment Amrena made made Lysandra's lip twitch into a frown but her sister's apology drew a softer look from her. She shouldn't be apologizing for her sister's honesty. "It's quite alright. Opinions need to be share." She smiled softly and looked at garden. "I can see why you like this place, Anemone, it's beautiful." She looked to Amrena however and gave a tilt of her head. "Not that the party isn't fun...there are just so many unfamiliar people. I don't know how you handle it." ~~~ Kalliste understood her friends small joke and smiled a bit brighter. It was true, women could be fickle and set in their ways, but it was good to show personality. She just wished sh could see more of Lysandra's herself. The girl was too scared to be herself, but she was worried herself that being too vocal now was the wrong move. They had a ver precarious place in society currently. She looked to her friend when she said she was prayin for her family. She carefully hid the frown behind taking another drink. She knew her friend meant well, but she wasn't happy to hear her husbnd's brother was keeping letters from her. He was a strict man, but had a good heart. She knew he was worried about her and her mental state. She was not weak however...angry but not a foolish woman that gave into her feelings. She had a child to raise, even with one currently away from her, She worried for Darius...but there were reasons she could not accept him...She swallowed a mouth full of drink and gave a nod. "Yes, well thank you. I would like our girls to see more of each other. Lysandra would be happy with a few girls to speak with." She said with a gracious look. "My late husband's brother is quite the strict man. He means well, though I suppose most people would in this kind of situation. I am glad my family was in your thoughts." She said though it was obvious the topic was a rough spot for her. She was still dealing with tings since it had only been a few years now on her own.
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Post by vamperious on Mar 23, 2014 23:47:49 GMT -5
She smiled softly at her friend, reaching out and touching her hand lightly.She meant well but knew talking about these things were hard for her. It hadn't been long ago her son was cast out, she knew that must have been hard- she couldn't do it. She loved her girls too much to care for social standards. "In fact tomorrow, I will send the girls over and they can go shopping, my treat so don't worry. I owe you after all." She said with a smile knowing she used to be much more popular then she was when they were younger. She had more men fawning over her and spending money on her while she simply sat back and was quiet. Men didn't really like her as much because she was a simple plan deity- nothing special for her at all, she was simply a woman who existed to them in society. That was until Marren showed up as a guest to a party being new to the city as his family liked to travel. He liked her because she was more simple and common and he complimented her on it often. She liked him well enough, he was handsome had his own little flock of women but he liked her because she was plain.
----~~~~---- At the girls words that her sister's actions were alright she couldn't help but smile. This girl was too Amiable, much like herself but her family was something she wouldn't change too much for- but just enough to make them happy. She pushed herself from where she had been leaning on the ledge of the planter and upright. She stepped forward with a light smile still."Yes opinions are an important thing however one needs to know when you use it. I will agree however with the party, all they want is social influence and to marry into money and a pretty face. I prefer to stay in my garden, thank you by the way. Your welcome to take solace here." She said taking a few steps towards them and taking her sisters'hand lightly but looking at Lysandra. Looking back at her sister she pulled her arm above her head and spun her around, hearing a giggle erupt from her sister. "I can party just not in a room full of people I don't want to be around." She said knowing her sister knew her better then to be rude in front of a guest. Her sister had a super power of sorts- of collecting people about her, she felt envious at times but preferred her flowers at the end of the day.CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE
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Post by kimcora on Mar 24, 2014 0:27:51 GMT -5
Kalliste tensed a moment when her hand was touched, but it ease some when she saw she was smiling. She understood what she must have looked like, a forlorn woman, raising a daughter who had the constitution of sheep and a son who was socially disgraced. She was lucky her social standing and the friendships she made kept her within the circles she needed to be in. She couldnt' do much with the precarious situation but she was trying. The idea of th girls going out together tomorrow made her gave a small smirk in humor at her friend offering to cover it. Honestly, she was to the point of being a pauper that everyone noticed. Well it was hard not to notice when Lysandra was dressed in her cousins clothing that was a bit loose on her petite frame. Sadly the girl didn't have her mother's build, just the face. "That would be wonderful. But only if you allow me a chance to entertain your family a night. A dinner perhaps one day this week if we all aren't more busy with the girls and our lives." She said, not accepting handouts or kind offers without something in the form of a return. She had too much pride for that, especially when it came to people who knew her in her prime. ~~~ Lysandra let Anemone speak, finding the girl had a very smooth quality to her voice. She was well spoken, even if her voice was soft. It was opposite what the other women were saying. Some thought she was shy, others said she thought herself too good to talk to them. Either way, she seemed very nice now. She watched the sisterly interaction but averted her eyes to a few of the flowers nearby. She was thinking on Darius, knowing the man was probably sleeping by now or toiling the day away. He never stopped to think...never hoped that they could be close again despite what society thought. He was like mother, stubborn and too prideful to drag others down... "I understand the feeling. Parties don't suit me much. It seems like everyone says the same things, acts the same way and retells the same gossip. Mother calls it being a socialite." She was surprised she said as much, let alone sowing the frown on her face. She was a bit worried she had sai the wrong thing and went on to continue. "I suppose that comes with the age however." She added, knowing she was still young in society's eyes but still a woman. It was an awkward position to be in.
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Post by vamperious on Mar 24, 2014 0:37:45 GMT -5
She smiled at her friend and nodded, " I would be honored to visit and have dinner. I haven't seen your house in gods know how many years. Well since we were still wall flowers really." She said with a smile more as a joke but it was honest. She hadn't been over in a long while. They went on to make plans for later that week, the girls were going to head over tomorrow early so they could get the best deals at the markets, just as they had done when they were young. Her husband joined them and she explained their little plans and he was more then pleased with them, commenting that Anemone would keep Amrena out of too much trouble. ----~~~~---- She let her sister go after a few seconds, knowing her smile was well earned and looked back to Lysandra, hearing her words and knew them well herself. "I can only agree, hopefully I never become like those over stuffed peacocks though...all they do is fluff their feathers and cluck." She said, which made her little sister snort with laughter. A hand clapped over her mouth Amrena did her best to keep her laughter under control, her sister smirking at her sisters' obtuse laugh. She knew she had caught her off guard but it was good to get a good laugh in once in a while. CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE
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Post by kimcora on Mar 24, 2014 1:06:15 GMT -5
Lysandra covered her mouth at Anemone's answer, though the smirk was shown just through the veil of her fingers and the crinkle to her eyes. She hadn't expected that to come out of Anemone's mouth but hey, it was pretty funny. She never thought of it that way, but it was very true. The older women got here the more they worried over trivial things. It seemed once they settled down and had children, their lives were limited to what they had within reach. She remembered her mother used to obsess over her jewelry and how it looked. She liked things that sparkled and it showed when her eyes lit up at things she saw at market. Lysandra couldn't say she didn't want to once day be a part of society and in the best light possible, but she was not willing to risk her sanity over it. "Creative...I suppose it would be sad to have a sphere so small." She said before she gave a bit of a shrug. "Though this life leaves little room for much difference without reprimand."
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Post by vamperious on Mar 24, 2014 1:17:23 GMT -5
Amrena looked at the two and shook her head, her laugh dying down finally. "Well I see you two get along beautifully. However I'm sure father is wondering where we got off too...That or mother will send a wall of suitors to search for us." She said in a dramatic voice, her actions throwing herself about such as a damsel in distress. Anemone put a hand over her lips to hide her smile before nodding in agreement. "Yes I'm sure they are wondering where they trouble maker got off to. Come along, lets head back. Anyhow- it was nice getting to see you Lysanda." She said with a smile before they headed back inside. Finding their mothers had been clucking hens and arranged a social outing tomorrow for them to go shopping in the market districts. CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE
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Post by kimcora on Mar 24, 2014 9:50:13 GMT -5
Lysandra let her mother take the lead in all these ready made plans that she walked into. Seems she was going shopping with Amrena and Anemone, not that it was a bad thing. She was just unsure whether to be happy or a bit worried. She wasn't sure what she was going to do for a full day with people she just met, but she wouldn't dare argue with her mother.Her mother was her caretaker after all and wouldn't hesitate to get angry. Besides it was silly to fear people...Even if things with them were highly unpredictable. The night when on quite the same, mother and her friends chatting while Lysandra took to looking at the objects and people around her. She found the luxury fascinating, on people andin objects. Did they realize how easily all of this was taken away? To be honest, without all this finery, would people really be so different from each other? Perhaps not, but it was a funny thing to think, especially when she began to think of how her mother would dress her up and primp her for tomorrow. Appearance was key after all...
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Post by vamperious on Mar 24, 2014 10:16:13 GMT -5
The night progressed and she felt smothered, which caused her to lie and retreat to her room again. The men talking to her were after her money and that was all. They could careless about her honestly, maybe one or two perhaps but her money was the biggest thing it seemed. She gave no promises to dates and such as they had been requested to visit her again, and she left it at that. People were fickle things honestly, and she decidedly like her garden better. She knew the party didn't last much longer as people were sent off, hearing her sister skipping down the hall later to her own room. They had to be up in the morning early after all. --------------------------------------------------------------- Getting up when the maid came in she bathed quickly and dressed in an easy dress to manage, it was a summer gown, very plain however- how she preferred it, a light blue in color. It went over one shoulder, exposing the other, her skin was pretty and sun kissed lightly, she really was an outdoor child since she enjoyed the garden so often. The front had a belt and a pleat, making it more complex of a design but she didn't mind- she thought it was like an iris- the different levels of ruffled ledges made to protect its core. Her sister was in a golden press, it came up to her knees- and was covering both shoulders, her tall sandals were tight looking since the girl went through shoes like air these days. She wore simple sandals knowing she didn't like the ones that went over her calfs as they felt odd to her. They were given a light breakfast before being sent off and knew it was going to be a long day of being social, not that she minded fully since Lysandra was a nice girl. Getting into the carrier, the horse was settled and waiting to take them as the driver instructed. Anemone opened the curtain draws fully so they could look out at everything, which her sister appreciated- her wasn't a morning person at all. They had to pass by the docks and the market place to get to their residence so she was hoping to see some of what the merchants were selling before hand. CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE
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