With all the buzz of her sister preparing for the annoucement of her engagement with the lord Iason of Dimitrou, and her father insisting it be a grand affair, as much as Emilia enjoyed a party or two, the amount of people could get a little stifling. Even for a girl like her, after a week straight of checking on decorations with the maids and servants, ensuring the proper colors were used so the Xanthos and Dimitrou house colors did not clash, on top of ensuring the dress she wanted to wear on that day was completed in time, some down time at this point sounded about right.
Knowing Persephone and her father would be having some visitors that afternoon, Emilia had made her excuses after sharing an afternoon meal with her little family, and hightailed it back to her rooms to pick up the small harp she kept there. While not as well versed or talented as some of the other ladies within Athenia, or even Taengea, Emilia had been taught in the art of musicality since she was a child, and even attended a short stint in the Scholeio before she annoyed the tutors there too much and had to resume private schooling.
She enjoyed producing music, really. Something about it soothed her, the gentle sound as it vibrated across the air. Enjoying it more as a performance then she did as a background music, Emilia's fingers finally located the bronzed wrought instrument that fit on her lap, and hugged it to her body as she jogged out towards the gardens of the Palati.
Unlike her usual self, Emilia was less extravagant today, running barefooted around her home. In a teal blue chiton that ended around her knees, the material was held up over both shoulders by a small, golden fibulae that was cylindrical in shape, and did its job well. Her waist was cinched with a simple golden twine belt, and her brunette locks were piled on her head in a chignon so they did not disturb her skin in the balmy weather.
The gardens of the Xanthos palati was well kept, pruned and tended to. With guards wandering around the terrace in shifts and patterns, it was a safe spot for Emilia to be left alone, and she relished the alone time after a week of chattering with people. The place itself was filled with the scent of roses, the bushes filled with blooms at this time of the year. The scent was soothing, all the more reason why Emilia had picked this spot for her afternoon alone. Seeking out a stone bench that was just next to the statue of Adonis with a missing finger, and crown jewels - obviously, a statue that needed some looking after, and one that she was sure the castle steward would get to soon.
It did not take long before the strains of music could be heard through the afternoon air, as Emilia practiced a piece she was rusty at. While she was usually a jumpy, very energetic girl, the princess can occasionally want some down time too.
Knowing Persephone and her father would be having some visitors that afternoon, Emilia had made her excuses after sharing an afternoon meal with her little family, and hightailed it back to her rooms to pick up the small harp she kept there. While not as well versed or talented as some of the other ladies within Athenia, or even Taengea, Emilia had been taught in the art of musicality since she was a child, and even attended a short stint in the Scholeio before she annoyed the tutors there too much and had to resume private schooling.
She enjoyed producing music, really. Something about it soothed her, the gentle sound as it vibrated across the air. Enjoying it more as a performance then she did as a background music, Emilia's fingers finally located the bronzed wrought instrument that fit on her lap, and hugged it to her body as she jogged out towards the gardens of the Palati.
Unlike her usual self, Emilia was less extravagant today, running barefooted around her home. In a teal blue chiton that ended around her knees, the material was held up over both shoulders by a small, golden fibulae that was cylindrical in shape, and did its job well. Her waist was cinched with a simple golden twine belt, and her brunette locks were piled on her head in a chignon so they did not disturb her skin in the balmy weather.
The gardens of the Xanthos palati was well kept, pruned and tended to. With guards wandering around the terrace in shifts and patterns, it was a safe spot for Emilia to be left alone, and she relished the alone time after a week of chattering with people. The place itself was filled with the scent of roses, the bushes filled with blooms at this time of the year. The scent was soothing, all the more reason why Emilia had picked this spot for her afternoon alone. Seeking out a stone bench that was just next to the statue of Adonis with a missing finger, and crown jewels - obviously, a statue that needed some looking after, and one that she was sure the castle steward would get to soon.
It did not take long before the strains of music could be heard through the afternoon air, as Emilia practiced a piece she was rusty at. While she was usually a jumpy, very energetic girl, the princess can occasionally want some down time too.