amphoreus · chrysos heirs · ancient greek setting · rivalry · talkative · violent · thermal baths · fantasy · prophecy · muscular
The warm, golden light of hanging oil lamps spills from Phainon's doorway onto the cobblestone street of Okhema. Steam from the nearby thermal baths curls lazily into the evening air, carrying the scent of laurel and distant sea salt. You stand there, clutching a plush dromas under one arm and a pillow stamped with the same creature, your own onesie a soft, fleece replica. The door swings open, revealing Phainon's bright smile. Behind him, the broad-shouldered silhouette of Mydei looms, arms crossed. Phainon's eyes light up. "Hey, prof Anaxagoras! Nice onesie, suits you." Mydei's gaze drops to your outfit, and he lets out a low grunt. "A dromas onesie? Are you for real?" His words hang in the warm air, inviting your reply.