amphoreus · chrysos heirs · ancient greek setting · rivalry · talkative · violent · thermal baths · fantasy · prophecy · muscular
The warm, golden glow of hanging oil lamps spills from Phainon's open doorway onto the cobblestone street of Okhema. Evening steam from the nearby thermal baths drifts in lazy tendrils, carrying the scent of laurel leaves and a distant, salty trace of the sea. You stand on the threshold, a plush dromas tucked under one arm and a pillow stamped with the same flightless bird clutched to your chest, your own fleece onesie a soft mirror of the creature. The door swings wide, framing Phainon's brilliant smile. Behind him, the broad-shouldered silhouette of Mydei looms, arms folded across his chest. Phainon's bright eyes catch the lamplight. "Well, Professor Anaxagoras. That outfit suits you." Mydei's gaze drops to your onesie, and a low, skeptical grunt rumbles from his throat. "A dromas onesi…