A sight for sore eyes (Agathon)

[Gia]

Gia missed the subtle cues. She wasn’t used to a boy like Agathon. The men she knew, the boys she had grown up around, were rough and bold and worldly in their knowledge of women. So the color that rose in his pale cheeks, the turning away of his head – in her own rapture over the glory of these luxurious garments, Gia totally did not get that Agathon was suddenly turned bashful over this unexpected exposure to ladies’ underwear. She took his words simply as they came – words of praise for the fine material and the quality craftsmanship. She was pleased that Cotton was thoughtful enough to include the seamstress in his accolade, as was the lady in question herself. Gia smiled dreamily, then laughed happily as the boy at her feet talked about his vision of her as a queen, and his pretty compliment. “I’m not sure myself,” she teased back. “I suppose that would all depend on what my prince wished to be looking at – underwear or dresses!” Gia had turned away slightly, letting the garments down and ready to hand them back to Matilde for wrapping, when Agathon made his most unexpected offer. Gia turned back to him as she handed the woman the clothes, saying with a somewhat deflated air, “Oh, they aren’t for me Cotton. I could never afford such fine things. I’m just picking them up, as an errand. I’ll deliver them to the lady who ordered them. She’s paying me a silver for it. Sometimes Matilde helps me make a bit extra that way – when she has customers that don’t want to be bothered coming out to collect things themselves.” Gia’s features drooped and she put her hands together, with a wistful pose. “I – I suppose I shouldn’t have been playing around with them. They aren’t mine. But…I just like to pretend sometimes. That’s all. I don’t mean any harm by it. She’ll never know – the lady I’m taking them to.” Matilde, busy encasing the flimsy things in paper, interjected, “That’s quite alright, dearie. As you say – no harm done. Can’t blame a girl for wanting her bit of fun.” She handed the parcel to Gia and added, “You remember the address?” Gia nodded and looked to Agathon, brightening a bit. “I’ll drop these off later. Ready to go get some dinner, my prince?”

[Agathon Minorium]

He frowned a bit when he saw Gia's expression when she explained that the undergarment was not for her and as she asked him if he was ready to leave, he turned to the tailor. ''Well then, looks like you'll have to sew another pair! I'll pay some in advance.'' he took 2 golden mizas out of his pocket and placed them on the tailor's counter. ''We better get going.'' he said, as he moved towards the door. He quickly opened it and waited for Gia to pass first.''Come on i'm...Not even gonna make it all the way to the tavern!'' she followed him out of the shop and into the cold streets of Sunberth again. The pig's foot tavern wasn't that far away, barely ten minutes from where they were. While walking in Sunberth's dark alleys, they were bringing up old memories and old friends and their little adventures, which brightened up the mood and made the usually freezing winter night feel a little warmer. He looked at her and smiled. ''I'm happy that i met you again, my friend!'' for a moment he thought that this would not end up as he expected. The gods had been giving him a rough time for many years, why would they decide to stop now?''