The servants walking around the building in fast pace, looking and searching for their newly elected Archontes.

“Where’s our Lady Pryne?”

“She should be in the council meeting!”

“She left that thin blonde lady instructing the council like she’s the one leading Eretria.”

The servants opened a door into a large bedroom which was previously Heracle’s place. They saw Agave laying on his bed, snoring loudly with her mouth wide open, sleeping.

“Ugh, that’s one of Lady Pryne’s guest. She’s the worst!”

“Yeah, she ordered the kitchen to cook the hydra with ten different methods. That’s pretty ridiculous!”

“Why do we have to take their orders? Who did they think they are?”

“Well, at least the thin blondie’s instructions sounds more sophisticated…”

They left the bed room, and continue their search. Agave heard their small talks though. Letting out a big yawn, she stretched and raised from the bed. Woke up from her dream about that day she ran away from the temple at Thebes.

She was slightly agitated by their words. Those servants always compared her to Arete. She walked to the balcony.

Ah, what a view! This Heracle really knows how to design his space.

From the bedroom balcony, she had the full view of a man-made river and rows of stables. A scene depicting the legendary labour of cleaning up King Augea’s stables with river water.

Oh, there she is…

Agave saw Pryne guiding a white horse into the stable. And there was Blackie and Aethon, out on the nearby river. She saw the lady approached to Matea who was filing Brown’s hoof, and the rest of it.

With a wide grin etched on her face, Agave was inspired. She grabbed a papyrus and place them on the writing table near the balcony, dipping the reed to the ink.

Who said I can’t be sapphosticated… ahem… sophisticated.

***

Arete entered to the room, curious about her cousin who behaves strangely. She peeked on the papyrus scroll on the table.

“Dis…gus…ting!” Said Arete.

Agave raised the reed pen and pointing it to Arete.

“Huh! What da you know? You only read and write boring stuff!” She reciprocated.

Arete rolled her eyes, and sighed.

“Whatever, you have to pack up now. We’ll be heading to our next destination tomorrow. Where’s Pryne?” She asked.

“Yawn… I… just woke up, and all the servants are looking for her too. How do I know?” Agave replied.

Again, Arete let out a sigh and left the room.