Trying For Home (( Charis ))

[Terion, King of Ireland]

Terion was still trying to find his way home from Greece. It wasn't that he had anything against Greece, it was just that he had a war to fight in the North and the Greeks were no included in that war. Terion had to fight with his people, to fight with his nation and those around him that he loved. If he had not been shipwrecked on Lesbos then he could have returned to Italy and preferably Spain and journeyed North from their back to Germania where he could cross the ocean to Ireland; his home. Boeotia was another island on the trip that Terion believed would take him home. A friendly merchant had agreed to take him to this island from Lesbos; however Terion had to work on the ship during the voyage. This was perfectly natural and Terion had no problem managing a ship because he had done it all before. So, now he found himself in Boeotia, alone, with his pouch of herbs, a bit of food; no money and a knife as his weapon. He wasn't worried about the weapon, the Greeks didn't attack anyone unless they were a threat and Terion was not a threat and didn't really look like one. He had no armor or heavy weapons; he didn't even have a shirt. In any case, Terion found himself wandering the island, looking for a way to the mainland, or another port that could help him. He had already asked around on the first port but no one wanted to help or simply couldn't. He was in the countryside and he stopped by a well to take a rest from his walk.

[Charis]

(Boetia is part of the mainland; but it has a coast on one side. Look on a map)

Charis walked towards the market-place to buy some vegtables for her masters supper. She noticed a man walking; it seemed aimlesly, in the same direction. He had blond hair and tanned skin; but not the dark tan of a Greek, instead the light tan of a northaner. Charis had met slaves from the north in her time and smiled. "Hello." She said in an applaing accent; though it was clearly th gallic toughn all the same.

[Terion, King of Ireland]

(( Terion thinks it is an island ))

It was a good thing that Terion had spent enough time in Greece at this point to understand the language rather well. See, the more time someone spent in a country, the more fluent they became in the language. It was one thing to learn a language on paper, but a completely new thing to learn in by speaking it and living in the land. Terion turned and looked at Charis, wondering why she had chosen to speak to him. It probably had something to do with the fact that he was a different color than everyone else and his hair was blonde. No one else had blonde hair; he noticed this as he looked around. Terion nodded his head and bowed a bit to her. He didn't know her importance and he found it was just easiest to bow to everyone; can't get in trouble that way, "Good day madam." Terion spoke clearly.

[Charis]

(Okay cool)
[Acctually she spoke useing his langauge, not greek as she thinks he's a northan slave. I'l italic everything she says in his language]

She put out a hand to stop him; her hand lightly brushing against his skin "No; I am slave She lasped back into Greek "Please do not bow; i am not worthy." She said realising he spoke greek fluently.

[Terion, King of Ireland]

((Ok cool. That prevents a page of language boundary, sweetness. ))

Terion stood to his feet when she told him that she was a slave in his own language, or at least in a Northern dialect that he understood. It didn't matter what Northern language she spoke, he could understand it. Charis was speaking one of the Celtic ones. However, he didn't think that she was from the North because of the darker color of her skin. Terion looked at her for a moment and spoke in his own language to her, "Everyone is worth a bow if they earn it, all except the Romans." Terion said calmly and then continued, keeping in his own dialect, "How can you speak the language of the North as a slave?" He asked.

[Charis]

Charis's knowledge of the langauge was not as good as it could be; and her grammer was appaling; yet she understood enough to laugh at his joke. She replied in the northan dialect and flashed him a smile. "When little girl; i am slave with boy. He teach me his words of North and i teach him mine. " She looked down quickly; worried she'd said too much. "I always know his words. Think that one day they will be...useful?" she hazarded.

She bowed slightly to him. "I am called Charis" she added.

[Terion, King of Ireland]

Charis. Now that named sounded a bit Celtic and Terion tried to analyze it to try and remember its meaning. However, he couldn't find anything off the top of his head and so he let the idea pass through his mind and he smiled at her when she bowed. She was a slave girl and so he supposed that she bowed to pretty much everyone. He didn't mind being bowed to every now and then. It didn't happen very often. "I am Terion, of the Gauls of Ireland." Terion said calmly and in his own dialect. No need to speak a language he could hardly speak if the person he spoke with spoke at least a bit of his language. "Do you need help?" He asked as he pointed to the large jug of water she had put down near the well.

[Charis]

"Thankyou Terion." She thanked him. "I need to buy vegtables for my master. It is easer if not carrying water." She laughed and handed him the jar. "Where is Ireland?" She asked suddenly

[Terion, King of Ireland]

Terion nodded his head and picked up the jug of water and held it in his left hand, using his arm to prop it up as he held it close to his body. It was heavier than he thought it would be and he couldn't believe that this woman was supposed to carry it back and forth and be expected to have no problem with it. Terion had to assert some of his strength for him to hold onto it. He looked at Charis and smiled as she mentioned Ireland, "It is far to the North, an Island in off of Briton." He didn't know if she knew where Briton was, but it was the closest landmass he could think of beyond his own.

[Charis]

"Briton is near Gaul? Yes?" She asked, trying to work out where he was from. "That is a very long way. Why you come to Boetia?" Though she was a slave Charis did like to ask questions; though she still looked demurely at the ground as she led the way to the vegtables. She picked up a few cabbages.
"Poso kanai?" She asked the salesman in greek, then frowened at his answer. "Ochi, pono kanai." She flashed the salesman a smile and handed over a few obols as he brought down the price. She put the cabbages in a wicker basket she aslo carried and turned back to Terion.
"I am sorry" she apoligised, giveing him a smile.

(Sorry, I speak Greek and i thought that it might be more relaistic if your charecter didn't understand what Charis was sometimes saying. I can translate everything if you want.)

[Terion, King of Ireland]

(( No it is fine. I will only ask you to translate if it is essential to the topic ))

Terion watched her as she bartered with the man and then once she had finished he spoke to her. He looked down at the jug of water he was holding and rested it under his arm for a moment. "I am not here by choice, i am here because my ship wrecked in the Great Sea and thus we are here. I don't think anyone else from my clan survived and so i am alone here in the South on this island." Terion didn't know that this was part of the mainland. He didn't know that much geography down South. It was the northing that he was family with. "And yes, it is near Gaul, in the Northern Hemisphere." Terion replied.

[Charis]

Hemisphere...? She thought, but decided to let it pass. "Boetia is no island. We are deme...no your word...? Area. Yes we are area of Greece, Athenes in near by area." She laughed, then turned away and hid her face with her headscarf. "I am sorry. I do not act right way. I am sorry for your clan." She whispered.

(Sorry the website obviousely can't handle the greek alphabet. I'l rewrite it useing Roman script.)

[Terion, King of Ireland]

"My clan lives on in Ireland where the rest of my people live." Terion said calmly and then waited for Charis to move on before he did, but he grew impatient after a moment and asked her a question instead of just standing there with no real purpose, "Tell me, you wouldn't know how to get to the mainland? A port or ship i could find that would take me to Italy or to my people?" Terion asked. He hoped she would know but in his heart he didn't really expect her to because she was after all, a slave and could not be expected to know that much.

[Charis]

"Of course. I am sorry." How could she have been so thoughtless?
"You leave city. Go west far to Aliki , great ships. Trade long way." She pointed towards the afternoon sun. "Will take three suns to walk to otherside of Boetia. Thebes is in center." She reached over and took the heavey jar from him, balenceing it on her hip, the muscels suddenly showing in her arm. "My master is a welcoming? man. Will you not come and rest at his house. He will be happy to greet you." She offered, looking him straight in the eye with her disconserting gaze."

[Terion, King of Ireland]

Terion listened to her and watched her hand gestures to figure out where he should go. So there was a way off this island after all. It wasn't that Tyler didn't enjoy the scenery and enjoy the warmth of the country, he just needed to get home to his people. He thought she had asked him to stay with her master for a night and Terion raised his eyebrow at this idea. He had not yet stayed with a Greek and was not sure if that was such a good idea as a foreigner. "I am not sure that is the best idea. I am sure your master is kind....i just....don't know how well i am accustomed to your country. I don't want to offend anyone." He said.