Re: Chapter 1 Interlude
As Itylus, Dysis had been somewhat scarce during their time at Joris' villa.
Unlike him, it wasn't because she'd been outdoors.
No; it was the library which had commanded a good deal of her attention. What she perused there, she kept to herself. Mostly a combination of philosophy, history, and literature. Though she also found a scattering of subjects more esoteric, which were of keen interest.
She too made occasional use of the shrine, at the times it was empty. Whatever divinity she addressed there, she likewise kept private. Or at least, did not volunteer as any topic of conversation.
She was pleasant in passing, generally more interested in listening, than in talking. She did enjoy all the amenities the villa had to offer; it was a refreshing break from recent travels and travail.
But eventually, she too began to feel a bit restless. And so, cup of fine wine in hand, she listened from off to one side, standing near a window, through which she on occasion glanced, while the others spoke.
Aleta had a valid point about the ship. But then, Eurnomes had a decent counter to it.
"Argos, hmm," she remarked softly and idly, mostly to herself. Go back there? You've got to be kidding.
And yet, fate had driven them so much, of late. And for all his flippancy, Eurnomes was a holy man, the hand of a God. Perhaps there was something there-?
At Itylus' comment, she broke from her reverie, and glanced over at him, interested.
"And what beasts is it you hunt, if you do not mind being asked?"