( how it happened, no one understands. as no one understands the nature of thunder and the pull of the ocean, aside from 'by the gods'. but one day, a stranger in unfamiliar clothing and speaking a hitherto unheard dialect wandered through the city gates of mytilene, and they were all richer for it.
rumour spred quickly, and when gorgo heard, she knew it was the answer to her prayers at the temple. she burned incense for apollo at their home altar, then, and for hera and for zeus, too, and she went to meet the stranger, her father accompanying her because the polyanaktides family was nothing if not skilled in trade.
whatever the stranger had brought along, they would have it.
and they would be richer for it.
like so, the next newcomer will be met in the agora by a redheaded woman and an elderly man who prefers to stay quietly in the background, letting his daughter do the talking, isn't that what a singer is for? wordsmithing. she smiles at them, inclines her head and looks around, gesturing softly but in a deceptive manner.
she is not soft. neither does she mean it softly. )
Be greeted. I can tell, you're not from around these parts. Has your journey been pleasant?
( she asks, knowing from the last arrivals, that the journey is nought in comparison, it is the displacement that proposes the issue. they are not where they belong; they know, and she knows. it is evident for all to see.
yet, she doesn't address it further than that. there is some ironic sting to it. )
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rumour spred quickly, and when gorgo heard, she knew it was the answer to her prayers at the temple. she burned incense for apollo at their home altar, then, and for hera and for zeus, too, and she went to meet the stranger, her father accompanying her because the polyanaktides family was nothing if not skilled in trade.
whatever the stranger had brought along, they would have it.
and they would be richer for it.
like so, the next newcomer will be met in the agora by a redheaded woman and an elderly man who prefers to stay quietly in the background, letting his daughter do the talking, isn't that what a singer is for? wordsmithing. she smiles at them, inclines her head and looks around, gesturing softly but in a deceptive manner.
she is not soft. neither does she mean it softly. )
Be greeted. I can tell, you're not from around these parts. Has your journey been pleasant?
( she asks, knowing from the last arrivals, that the journey is nought in comparison, it is the displacement that proposes the issue. they are not where they belong; they know, and she knows. it is evident for all to see.
yet, she doesn't address it further than that. there is some ironic sting to it. )