[Achilles goes to answer the knock upon the door and her beckoning voice which floats through the sturdy wood. To see her standing before his chamber draws from his lips a grin: she is as always a welcome sight for weary eyes.]
Lovely-haired Olivia, to what do I owe this pleasure? Please, come in.
[He gestures grandly for her to pass through the threshold and join him proper. The room while modest in size boasts lavish decorations, with rich colors, intricate embroidery, and gleaming wood beaming proudly from everywhere one's eyes can fall. By the door he has on display the glorious armor crafted for him by Hephaestus, and its brother crafted by the same hand, his magnificent shield which bears upon its broad surface the beautifully etched images of the earth, sky, and sea; of the sun, moon, and constellations; and of human life, the figures nestled in concentric circles. There stands too his tireless bronze spear, propped up against the wall in the corner]
I must apologize, for I have no wine to offer for the occasion but only water. But it seems we shall have something to eat - you are too kind a guest for this poor host. Come now, and sit at the table here.
[Here he offers her a chair at the small but finely carved table. There upon the table sits a book of legends, whose pages he cannot read but whose intricate pictures he can still delight in, and within reach of his own chair waits the lyre with which she should be familiar. These evenings absent of any with whom to share his space make his heart yearn for his dear companion Patroclus, and so the present company is indeed welcome.]
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Lovely-haired Olivia, to what do I owe this pleasure? Please, come in.
[He gestures grandly for her to pass through the threshold and join him proper. The room while modest in size boasts lavish decorations, with rich colors, intricate embroidery, and gleaming wood beaming proudly from everywhere one's eyes can fall. By the door he has on display the glorious armor crafted for him by Hephaestus, and its brother crafted by the same hand, his magnificent shield which bears upon its broad surface the beautifully etched images of the earth, sky, and sea; of the sun, moon, and constellations; and of human life, the figures nestled in concentric circles. There stands too his tireless bronze spear, propped up against the wall in the corner]
I must apologize, for I have no wine to offer for the occasion but only water. But it seems we shall have something to eat - you are too kind a guest for this poor host. Come now, and sit at the table here.
[Here he offers her a chair at the small but finely carved table. There upon the table sits a book of legends, whose pages he cannot read but whose intricate pictures he can still delight in, and within reach of his own chair waits the lyre with which she should be familiar. These evenings absent of any with whom to share his space make his heart yearn for his dear companion Patroclus, and so the present company is indeed welcome.]