Comming of age (open)

[LYSANDER]

"Be home before the sun goes down!" his mother called after him as he ran out of the house. Lysander simply replied by waving behind him, quickly fading from view as he ran towards the Parthenon. His mother shook her head, smiling sadly; her small boy was growing up, and turning into a young man. As she walked back into the house, she began to wonder where the years had gone. It seemed like just yesterday he was being forced into lyre lessons. Now he was a young man, constantly lost in day-dreams, and always running around Athens taking in all the beauty the city had to offer. Quickly remembering herself, she brought her mind away from the memories, and went back to her work.

Lysander quickly sped toward the Parthenon, his heart pounding quickly as he did so. He wasn't always at the Parthenon; sometimes he simply just roamed about the city, other times he was in the agora picking up things for his mother, and could also be found at the theater where his father spent most of his time among the other political men discussing politics. Today though was special. The sun was so bright, and the breeze was cool, and fresh; the perfect day for seeing the beautiful sculptures and craftmanship of the Parthenon.

Lysander finally made it up the Acropolis and into the Parthenon. From the minute he went inside, he was mezmorized by the beauty of it all. He walked up, down, and through the white pillars, checking every small detail out. Finally, he found what he always found when he came here. It was nothing special, just a simple staute. But it was so beautiful, it captivated him each time he saw it.

Lysander smiled up at it; whoever made it must've been very talented, Lysander thought to himself. Almost ready to move on, he let himself linger on the beauty of the statue just a few moments longer.

[DAPHNE]

It was hard to miss her.

Daphne's bright red hair was so unreal in its appearance. Unfortunately, it was also (for the most part) very real. Of course, there were occasions on which she would find some red coloring and use it as a sort of... dye. It was clothing color, but it seemed to also work on hair.

She was not from Athens. This was just a little road trip, because Corinth was oh-so-boring these days and she needed a bit of fresh air from her hometown. Unfortunately for her, Daphne knew that the laws in Athens greatly differed from those in Corinth, and women had very few rights. As she recalled, they weren't technically allowed to walk out of the home alone. But she was from Corinth, and she played by a whole other set of rules. At home, she went where she wanted to go when she wanted to do it. And she didn't need some pesky escort at her side. Sure, they may frown upon her here, but she didn't really give a damn what the Athenians thought.

The Parthenon was almost as lovely as she had imagined. Its works of art were all around her as she entered, only to see a statue of Athena rise 39 feet above her head. What a marvelous piece of work. That must have taken a very long time, and used a very talented sculptor. But that was Athens for you.

She saw a boy that looked ner her age, maybe a little younger. At first, she ignored him and continued on, but he marveled at the wor so much like herself, that she wondered if he was an aspiring artist. Not wanting to startle him, she walked up beside the boy and said gently, "Hello. I see you're admiring it as much as I." With a soft smile, Daphne hoped (to herself) that he wasn't one of those snobby Athenians that had no use for foreigners.

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