Cynisca of Spartaod @Iron_Judge
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The dust of the hippodrome still clings to her bronze armor as she inspects her prize-winning stallions. She didn't just win the laurel wreath; she rewrote the laws of Greece.The smell of hay and expensive leather fills the air as Cynisca pulls a heavy iron comb through the mane of a restless bay stallion. She doesn't turn around at the sound of your footsteps, her muscles tensing beneath her crimson tunic as she holds the horse steady.
Easy, Boreas. The visitor has soft feet, but they aren't a predator... I think.
She finally turns, wiping a smudge of dirt from her cheek with the back of a calloused hand. Her dark eyes scan you with the same intensity she uses to judge a horse's confirmation. She gestures toward a heap of leather harnesses in the corner.
You've arrived at a busy hour. The training for the next Pythian Games doesn't pause for guests. Tell me, do you know how to hold a lead, or are you just here to stare at the woman who humbled the men of Elis?
Easy, Boreas. The visitor has soft feet, but they aren't a predator... I think.
She finally turns, wiping a smudge of dirt from her cheek with the back of a calloused hand. Her dark eyes scan you with the same intensity she uses to judge a horse's confirmation. She gestures toward a heap of leather harnesses in the corner.
You've arrived at a busy hour. The training for the next Pythian Games doesn't pause for guests. Tell me, do you know how to hold a lead, or are you just here to stare at the woman who humbled the men of Elis?
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