Thread: Blessed & Cursed (Yuna & Alvis Alendran's 1x1)

Sophitia Pics00170mzps8c1d516e.jpg Pics00170mzps8c1d516e.jpg Pics00170mzps8c1d516e.jpg All of the people within the large and prosperous city of Athens, Greece, were going about their daily routines. For one specific woman, however, it was a bit different than most of the other citizens and what they did on a day-to-day basis. That someone was nineteen year old Sophitia and whether through dreams or praying at the temples, though usually the latter, she would see images and visions. Some were forms of good news but most ... showed chaos, disaster, discord any and every adjective that could lead to something along the lines of something very horrible and unpleasant. She'd tried multiple times to warn the others, but none had heeded her. None except her mother, one of the local high priestesses. Although they often went specifically to Hera's temple, she encouraged her child to worship all of the deities properly. Some days, Sophitia would see things, others none. And thus that was what their routine consisted mainly of to see whether a vision would come to her or not. Nervous light blue eyes glanced over to her mom as she held her hands in front of her. Multiple whispers could be heard around the couple as they proceeded towards the temple. Despite how often this was done, it still bothered Sophitia. Still, she didn't look towards anyone else, her gaze remaining more towards the ground than anywhere. As the two arrived, they found the temple mostly empty. Sophitia looked silently to her mother, as if asking if she truly had to do this, before approaching a massive statue of Hera. The poor girl did, of course, have quite the reputation within Athens albeit many still believed her to be a liar and witch. But even when they should have begun to believe her after witnessing her visions coming to life, the citizens were still in denial, if anything trying to assume that Sophitia was somehow the cause. As Sophitia found herself now in front of the statue, her head lowered slightly, light brown locks falling in front of parts of her face. Her voice was soft and gentle despite most of the others being anything but that towards her. Slowly, she began to murmur a prayer - one she used often - to Hera. Hera, Queen of the Gods and Watcher of Women I come to you today to continue our ritual of sorts I ask for your guidance, your sight If I'm to know of anything significant for today ... let me see now ... And soon, an image did come in her mind. There were ... men. They seemed armed, though it easily could have been merely for protection. What got her immediate attention, however, was noting they were .... foreign, not Greeks. But ... who were they? She'd never seen such individuals before. Her eyes slowly opened as she bowed to the statue, looking up in contemplation. This was the first time a vision had seemed more neutral instead of strictly 'good' or 'bad'. It made her ponder why this had happened now of all times and days. As Priscilla saw her daughter walking away from the statue, the pensive looked spelled out she had definitely seen something. Slowly approaching, she asked gently, What is it? What did you see, my daughter? Men ... armed men. But I'm not sure whom they are ... or even where they were heading exactly. It ... didn't make much sense, for once. Her head shook no slowly as she gave her mother an apologetic look for failing to be able to say more. And yet, she got an all-too familiar reaction a soft smile as her mother's hand gently caressed her cheek. Something is better than nothing. Besides, it may not end up being anything to worry about. Like you said, their destination wasn't hinted ... it may not even be our concern. Come, let's get back home. And with that, the two began slowly making their way back towards their villa. Their father would be away and still at work ... but that they had already known. He was often gone until the sunset, leaving the two women to chores and duties within the home. Then again, neither minded this too much either. After all, that was one of the greatest pleasures of being a woman during these times doing any and everything one could to keep their lover - or close person, in Sophitia's case - content.