Five hours outside of Thebes, 1180BC

Soft breezes ruffled her honey blonde hair, despite it being twisted up in a complicated fashion. Lysandra gave a wide smile as she sat in front of the dancing flames that leapt in the wind, casting an amber glow around their home. Arcadius was seated on a rickety wooden chair that was pressed against the wooden logged wall, a blade in his hand as he carved carefully, his strength having been honed in over the thirty plus years he'd spent as an immortal.

A soft pressure was against her shoulder as Caius took a seat beside her, his red eyes burning into her own with the adoration and fondness he reserved solely for her eyes. A hand took her own, his thumb gently rubbing over her knuckles. Their creamy white skin glowed orange in the firelight, making it look alive instead of the dead, frozen cells they were made of.

He gave their joined hands a light squeeze. "How bares your thirst?" He asked and she gave a warm smile. "I can manage for a day or two," she answered gently and he chuckled, looking towards the taller and more muscular man who was allowing an amused smirk to grace his pale lips. He nudged the blonde woman beside him. "I do not believe Arcadius believes you, Lysa," he murmured, his familiar nickname for her that he'd taken to over their decades together.

Lysandra looked up at her brother, his red eyes flashing playfully up to her before returning back to his crafting. She made a noise under her breath. "He may disbelieve me all he wants." She announced haughtily, a smile pulling at her lips as she fought back a laugh. "It was not I that returned not a moon ago with half of my meal wasted down my attire."

A booming laugh came from the man in question and he looked up, his carving continuing despite not looking. He flashed pearly white teeth to his younger sister. "And it took you over a decade just to master the art of eating cleanly, like an infant," he mocked teasingly and she rolled her eyes, turning the ruby red orbs that were her eyes back towards the dancing amber flames.

Caius hummed, his hand giving her own a squeeze. "I will leave to hunt tomorrow morn in the nearby settlement. You are to come if you so wish to," he stated and she gave a small smile. "I will consider your offer," she teased and he gave a wry smirk, telling her she would regret her teasing later that night.


She heard them first before she saw them, bounding to her feet on the offensive instantly, her ruby eyes wide. Four heading towards them, and she was alone. She glanced around worriedly, getting ready to flee when she smelt Caius amongst them, her shoulders sagging a little.

He appeared not a minute later, with him three companions that didn't include Arcadius. A hiss spat through her teeth before she could contain it, panic spiking through her limbs, and a reassuring look from her lover soothed her worries. He came forward, hand outstretched towards her. "Tis alright, Lysandra, they mean us no harm." He stated calmly, taking her hand in his and leading her over to them.

She looked at the trio warily, her eyes drifting to his for support. He nodded, motioning towards them. "I came across them on my hunt, travelling nomads, just like us. This is Aro, his sister Didyme and her mate Marcus." They each gave a nod in turn and she gave them a welcoming smile, despite her nerves. "Hello," she murmured softly, Caius smirking at her shyly spoken words. He nodded once. "This is Lysandra, my own mate. We have another, her brother Arcadius. He is hunting currently."

The one who he'd said was Aro clapped his hands together excitedly. "Its a pleasure to meet you, Lysandra. Caius's thoughts of you do not disappoint to see you in person, or his words of you." He greeted warmly.

Her brows furrowed. "His thoughts of me?" She echoed slowly and the woman -Didyme- gave a beaming smile. "Yes, my brother can read another beings thoughts through touch! A tad invasive, I agree," she mused warmly, moving forward and gently enveloping the blonde into a warm embrace. "Its so lovely to have come across another woman of our kind. While my brother and husband are wonderful, they cannot quite relate to me like another woman can."

Lysandra gave a shy smile, somehow put at ease with Didyme's warm smile and affectionate nature, almost as if it were infectious. The three males drifted away to converse amongst themselves, leaving her and Didyme to simply converse about everything and anything. They talked about where they had came from, about how old they were, how they found their respective mates; the last one seemed to intrigue her. "Do I understand you correctly that you found him as an immortal while you were not, wounded from the Children of the Moon, and you nursed him back to health?" She queried and the blonde nodded with a small smile. "I did indeed, much to my brothers disdain."

The dark haired woman gave a tittering laugh. "And now?"

Red eyes drifted to the blonde haired male who was deep in conversation with the two men. A small smile tweaked at her lips and she hummed softly. She looked back at Didyme. "And now, I wouldn't change even the simplest thing."