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Somra had made her way to Egypt a few weeks ago, merely travelling in an attempt to find her way to riches once more. She had come so close with her first marriage scheme, she had almost found her way to a life in the lap of luxury, she had just made one oversight, and it had cost her everything.
Now she had been performing for what money she could, getting by easy enough, but she wanted more. She wanted to be bathed in jewelry and fine dresses, with slaves to wait on her hand and foot. And she would find that life, but for now, she was performing until another opportunity came along.
Today she made her way to the large square area where she had been performing since her arrival, a small bag with her performing props slung over her shoulder She hummed as she set her things down, gathering the five knives from her pack. She took a few steps from her bag and held her arms out, three daggers in one hand and two in the other.
"Gather round! Witness the feats of skill, brought to you from distant lands!" She called out, her voice attracting the attention of people who milled around the area. She let a few of them gather before she began her show, starting off with something easy, she began to toss the knives in the air, catching them and tossing them back up in the air. She heard the crowd begin to murmur, and she started to get more showy, tossing the daggers a bit higher, she did a twirl, her red dress spinning out around her in an enchanting way before she caught all of the daggers, doing a little bow.
Her next act started with twirling two of the daggers after dropping the others at her feet for the moment, spinning them in her hands almost faster than people could see, the trick gaining a few awestruck noises from the group that had gathered. She tossed one in the air as it still spun, catching it over her shoulder and behind her back, a gasp from the crowd as more started to gather. She would start out small, but her show would grow until people were tossing coins at her left and right.
After awhile longer of dagger spinning and tossing, she moved on to her flame dancing, a large wooden stave that was burning at both ends was spun in her hands as she moved her body, ducking and jumping over the flames as she risked them catching her dress alight.
After that came her contortionist skills, bending and twisting in ways that enthralled people and had their coin purses loosening. She ended her show there, the crowds not large enough for her to bother with anything further. She collected her coin, and began to gather her items up as well, intending to head back to the tavern in which she was paying for a back room to stay in.
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Somra had made her way to Egypt a few weeks ago, merely travelling in an attempt to find her way to riches once more. She had come so close with her first marriage scheme, she had almost found her way to a life in the lap of luxury, she had just made one oversight, and it had cost her everything.
Now she had been performing for what money she could, getting by easy enough, but she wanted more. She wanted to be bathed in jewelry and fine dresses, with slaves to wait on her hand and foot. And she would find that life, but for now, she was performing until another opportunity came along.
Today she made her way to the large square area where she had been performing since her arrival, a small bag with her performing props slung over her shoulder She hummed as she set her things down, gathering the five knives from her pack. She took a few steps from her bag and held her arms out, three daggers in one hand and two in the other.
"Gather round! Witness the feats of skill, brought to you from distant lands!" She called out, her voice attracting the attention of people who milled around the area. She let a few of them gather before she began her show, starting off with something easy, she began to toss the knives in the air, catching them and tossing them back up in the air. She heard the crowd begin to murmur, and she started to get more showy, tossing the daggers a bit higher, she did a twirl, her red dress spinning out around her in an enchanting way before she caught all of the daggers, doing a little bow.
Her next act started with twirling two of the daggers after dropping the others at her feet for the moment, spinning them in her hands almost faster than people could see, the trick gaining a few awestruck noises from the group that had gathered. She tossed one in the air as it still spun, catching it over her shoulder and behind her back, a gasp from the crowd as more started to gather. She would start out small, but her show would grow until people were tossing coins at her left and right.
After awhile longer of dagger spinning and tossing, she moved on to her flame dancing, a large wooden stave that was burning at both ends was spun in her hands as she moved her body, ducking and jumping over the flames as she risked them catching her dress alight.
After that came her contortionist skills, bending and twisting in ways that enthralled people and had their coin purses loosening. She ended her show there, the crowds not large enough for her to bother with anything further. She collected her coin, and began to gather her items up as well, intending to head back to the tavern in which she was paying for a back room to stay in.
Somra had made her way to Egypt a few weeks ago, merely travelling in an attempt to find her way to riches once more. She had come so close with her first marriage scheme, she had almost found her way to a life in the lap of luxury, she had just made one oversight, and it had cost her everything.
Now she had been performing for what money she could, getting by easy enough, but she wanted more. She wanted to be bathed in jewelry and fine dresses, with slaves to wait on her hand and foot. And she would find that life, but for now, she was performing until another opportunity came along.
Today she made her way to the large square area where she had been performing since her arrival, a small bag with her performing props slung over her shoulder She hummed as she set her things down, gathering the five knives from her pack. She took a few steps from her bag and held her arms out, three daggers in one hand and two in the other.
"Gather round! Witness the feats of skill, brought to you from distant lands!" She called out, her voice attracting the attention of people who milled around the area. She let a few of them gather before she began her show, starting off with something easy, she began to toss the knives in the air, catching them and tossing them back up in the air. She heard the crowd begin to murmur, and she started to get more showy, tossing the daggers a bit higher, she did a twirl, her red dress spinning out around her in an enchanting way before she caught all of the daggers, doing a little bow.
Her next act started with twirling two of the daggers after dropping the others at her feet for the moment, spinning them in her hands almost faster than people could see, the trick gaining a few awestruck noises from the group that had gathered. She tossed one in the air as it still spun, catching it over her shoulder and behind her back, a gasp from the crowd as more started to gather. She would start out small, but her show would grow until people were tossing coins at her left and right.
After awhile longer of dagger spinning and tossing, she moved on to her flame dancing, a large wooden stave that was burning at both ends was spun in her hands as she moved her body, ducking and jumping over the flames as she risked them catching her dress alight.
After that came her contortionist skills, bending and twisting in ways that enthralled people and had their coin purses loosening. She ended her show there, the crowds not large enough for her to bother with anything further. She collected her coin, and began to gather her items up as well, intending to head back to the tavern in which she was paying for a back room to stay in.
It had been a while since Neithotep had ventured through the southern wastan of Cairo, but bored with her usual haunts, she found her steps heading that way. Dark hair braided and tucked over her shoulder, her filmy white kalasiris fluttered in the hot afternoon breeze as she walked, taking in the sights and sounds of such a slow and lazy summer’s day. Most couldn’t be bothered to be out in this heat, preferring the shaded indoors until the sun went down, and Nia was starting to regret not being among them. Kohl outlined her eyes to deflect some of the sun’s unyielding rays, but it didn’t help much, not in this relentless heat. Summers in Cairo showed little mercy.
When she arrived in the wastan, she found a small crowd gathered and much to her delight, a street performer in their midst. Easing her way through the throng of people to a vantage point where she could actually see, she ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ with the rest of them, hardly daring to breathe as the nimble young woman tossed around her daggers. Nia was sure at least a half a dozen times that the knife would slice the performer’s skin or dress, but she always managed to evade their sharp kiss. She idly wondered how often she’d had to practice such feats before she stopped hurting herself on the dangerous instruments she played with.
Nia gasped aloud when the performer started dancing over a burning stave, her hands clasped to her mouth as she watched with equal parts dread and awe. What level of grace and self-control did one have to have in order to enact such a dance so masterfully? How many gowns had she lost along the way? How many burns still scarred her skin? Or perhaps she was simply blessed by the gods to have such a talent without maiming herself in the process. There was little Nia wouldn’t try, but tossing daggers and dancing with fire was on the short list of things she didn’t dare.
Her contortionist act was equally impressive, bending herself at angles that didn’t seem possible for humans to achieve. Nia’s applause was just as loud as the rest when she finished, tossing a few coins at the woman’s feet with a broad smile. When the performer started packing up her act and the other onlookers dispersed to leave, the young noblewoman remained, clearing her throat softly to gain the other’s attention.
Once she had it, she grinned and gestured to the bag the woman was packing her things into. “That was quite the act,” she commended her, smile broadening. Laughing, Nia added, “I’m impressed. Forgive my asking, but where did you learn to do such things without hurting yourself? I’m graceful in my own way, I suppose, but I can’t imagine twirling fire around so casually without burning half the city in the process.”
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It had been a while since Neithotep had ventured through the southern wastan of Cairo, but bored with her usual haunts, she found her steps heading that way. Dark hair braided and tucked over her shoulder, her filmy white kalasiris fluttered in the hot afternoon breeze as she walked, taking in the sights and sounds of such a slow and lazy summer’s day. Most couldn’t be bothered to be out in this heat, preferring the shaded indoors until the sun went down, and Nia was starting to regret not being among them. Kohl outlined her eyes to deflect some of the sun’s unyielding rays, but it didn’t help much, not in this relentless heat. Summers in Cairo showed little mercy.
When she arrived in the wastan, she found a small crowd gathered and much to her delight, a street performer in their midst. Easing her way through the throng of people to a vantage point where she could actually see, she ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ with the rest of them, hardly daring to breathe as the nimble young woman tossed around her daggers. Nia was sure at least a half a dozen times that the knife would slice the performer’s skin or dress, but she always managed to evade their sharp kiss. She idly wondered how often she’d had to practice such feats before she stopped hurting herself on the dangerous instruments she played with.
Nia gasped aloud when the performer started dancing over a burning stave, her hands clasped to her mouth as she watched with equal parts dread and awe. What level of grace and self-control did one have to have in order to enact such a dance so masterfully? How many gowns had she lost along the way? How many burns still scarred her skin? Or perhaps she was simply blessed by the gods to have such a talent without maiming herself in the process. There was little Nia wouldn’t try, but tossing daggers and dancing with fire was on the short list of things she didn’t dare.
Her contortionist act was equally impressive, bending herself at angles that didn’t seem possible for humans to achieve. Nia’s applause was just as loud as the rest when she finished, tossing a few coins at the woman’s feet with a broad smile. When the performer started packing up her act and the other onlookers dispersed to leave, the young noblewoman remained, clearing her throat softly to gain the other’s attention.
Once she had it, she grinned and gestured to the bag the woman was packing her things into. “That was quite the act,” she commended her, smile broadening. Laughing, Nia added, “I’m impressed. Forgive my asking, but where did you learn to do such things without hurting yourself? I’m graceful in my own way, I suppose, but I can’t imagine twirling fire around so casually without burning half the city in the process.”
It had been a while since Neithotep had ventured through the southern wastan of Cairo, but bored with her usual haunts, she found her steps heading that way. Dark hair braided and tucked over her shoulder, her filmy white kalasiris fluttered in the hot afternoon breeze as she walked, taking in the sights and sounds of such a slow and lazy summer’s day. Most couldn’t be bothered to be out in this heat, preferring the shaded indoors until the sun went down, and Nia was starting to regret not being among them. Kohl outlined her eyes to deflect some of the sun’s unyielding rays, but it didn’t help much, not in this relentless heat. Summers in Cairo showed little mercy.
When she arrived in the wastan, she found a small crowd gathered and much to her delight, a street performer in their midst. Easing her way through the throng of people to a vantage point where she could actually see, she ‘oohed’ and ‘ahhed’ with the rest of them, hardly daring to breathe as the nimble young woman tossed around her daggers. Nia was sure at least a half a dozen times that the knife would slice the performer’s skin or dress, but she always managed to evade their sharp kiss. She idly wondered how often she’d had to practice such feats before she stopped hurting herself on the dangerous instruments she played with.
Nia gasped aloud when the performer started dancing over a burning stave, her hands clasped to her mouth as she watched with equal parts dread and awe. What level of grace and self-control did one have to have in order to enact such a dance so masterfully? How many gowns had she lost along the way? How many burns still scarred her skin? Or perhaps she was simply blessed by the gods to have such a talent without maiming herself in the process. There was little Nia wouldn’t try, but tossing daggers and dancing with fire was on the short list of things she didn’t dare.
Her contortionist act was equally impressive, bending herself at angles that didn’t seem possible for humans to achieve. Nia’s applause was just as loud as the rest when she finished, tossing a few coins at the woman’s feet with a broad smile. When the performer started packing up her act and the other onlookers dispersed to leave, the young noblewoman remained, clearing her throat softly to gain the other’s attention.
Once she had it, she grinned and gestured to the bag the woman was packing her things into. “That was quite the act,” she commended her, smile broadening. Laughing, Nia added, “I’m impressed. Forgive my asking, but where did you learn to do such things without hurting yourself? I’m graceful in my own way, I suppose, but I can’t imagine twirling fire around so casually without burning half the city in the process.”
Somra was not used to people sticking around after her show, most dispersed fairly quickly once they realized that there were no more sights to be seen, having dropped what coins they had to spare for her, they moved on with their day. Hopefully with talk of the street performer they had just seen and discussions with friends of coming back to see her again and bringing more people along. A lot of what she did relied on word of mouth to get around what ever city or town she was in. Her shows would become larger and more dangerous the bigger the crowd, bringing something new for those who had seen her previous shows, and giving them something more to talk about.
She finished putting her things away before looking up to see who had spoken to her. Before her stood a gorgeous woman, a few years older than Somra was. She gave a small bow as a thanks for the praises she received, standing straight before answering the other female’s question.
“I learned such things on my own, with a blessing of natural talent and a bit of practice.” She replied, which was true, of course she had to practice most of her acts, especially the knife juggling, but for the most part a lot of it had come naturally to her, she seemed to have an impeccable sense of balance and coordination. She often sold herself as a natural acrobatic when talking of her shows.
“Allow me to introduce myself, Nahida is my name.” She said, she hardly ever used her real name when introducing herself, especially when it was to a stranger who she did not trust. It was just easier that way, to keep her real name and life hidden, the most people needed to see of her was when she performed before moving on to the next place.
She stood there, looking at this woman, as if waiting for something more from her. Had she planned on simply complimenting her show? If so, she most likely would have said her praises and continued on. Somra couldn’t help but wonder if she thought to make friends or something of the sort. She definitely didn’t seem the type to try and steal her earnings from the day, especially since she was fairly certain she had seen the woman toss some coin her way just before the performance had ended.
“Pardon my manners if this comes off as rude, but is there anything I can do for you? If not, I must excuse myself from this heat before I collapse. It is particularly bad today and I can hear some wine calling my name.” Somra said, trying to be as polite as possible. It wasn’t that she would mind some company, it was that it truly was hot, and she thought to seek out shade and something to quench her thirst.
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Somra was not used to people sticking around after her show, most dispersed fairly quickly once they realized that there were no more sights to be seen, having dropped what coins they had to spare for her, they moved on with their day. Hopefully with talk of the street performer they had just seen and discussions with friends of coming back to see her again and bringing more people along. A lot of what she did relied on word of mouth to get around what ever city or town she was in. Her shows would become larger and more dangerous the bigger the crowd, bringing something new for those who had seen her previous shows, and giving them something more to talk about.
She finished putting her things away before looking up to see who had spoken to her. Before her stood a gorgeous woman, a few years older than Somra was. She gave a small bow as a thanks for the praises she received, standing straight before answering the other female’s question.
“I learned such things on my own, with a blessing of natural talent and a bit of practice.” She replied, which was true, of course she had to practice most of her acts, especially the knife juggling, but for the most part a lot of it had come naturally to her, she seemed to have an impeccable sense of balance and coordination. She often sold herself as a natural acrobatic when talking of her shows.
“Allow me to introduce myself, Nahida is my name.” She said, she hardly ever used her real name when introducing herself, especially when it was to a stranger who she did not trust. It was just easier that way, to keep her real name and life hidden, the most people needed to see of her was when she performed before moving on to the next place.
She stood there, looking at this woman, as if waiting for something more from her. Had she planned on simply complimenting her show? If so, she most likely would have said her praises and continued on. Somra couldn’t help but wonder if she thought to make friends or something of the sort. She definitely didn’t seem the type to try and steal her earnings from the day, especially since she was fairly certain she had seen the woman toss some coin her way just before the performance had ended.
“Pardon my manners if this comes off as rude, but is there anything I can do for you? If not, I must excuse myself from this heat before I collapse. It is particularly bad today and I can hear some wine calling my name.” Somra said, trying to be as polite as possible. It wasn’t that she would mind some company, it was that it truly was hot, and she thought to seek out shade and something to quench her thirst.
Somra was not used to people sticking around after her show, most dispersed fairly quickly once they realized that there were no more sights to be seen, having dropped what coins they had to spare for her, they moved on with their day. Hopefully with talk of the street performer they had just seen and discussions with friends of coming back to see her again and bringing more people along. A lot of what she did relied on word of mouth to get around what ever city or town she was in. Her shows would become larger and more dangerous the bigger the crowd, bringing something new for those who had seen her previous shows, and giving them something more to talk about.
She finished putting her things away before looking up to see who had spoken to her. Before her stood a gorgeous woman, a few years older than Somra was. She gave a small bow as a thanks for the praises she received, standing straight before answering the other female’s question.
“I learned such things on my own, with a blessing of natural talent and a bit of practice.” She replied, which was true, of course she had to practice most of her acts, especially the knife juggling, but for the most part a lot of it had come naturally to her, she seemed to have an impeccable sense of balance and coordination. She often sold herself as a natural acrobatic when talking of her shows.
“Allow me to introduce myself, Nahida is my name.” She said, she hardly ever used her real name when introducing herself, especially when it was to a stranger who she did not trust. It was just easier that way, to keep her real name and life hidden, the most people needed to see of her was when she performed before moving on to the next place.
She stood there, looking at this woman, as if waiting for something more from her. Had she planned on simply complimenting her show? If so, she most likely would have said her praises and continued on. Somra couldn’t help but wonder if she thought to make friends or something of the sort. She definitely didn’t seem the type to try and steal her earnings from the day, especially since she was fairly certain she had seen the woman toss some coin her way just before the performance had ended.
“Pardon my manners if this comes off as rude, but is there anything I can do for you? If not, I must excuse myself from this heat before I collapse. It is particularly bad today and I can hear some wine calling my name.” Somra said, trying to be as polite as possible. It wasn’t that she would mind some company, it was that it truly was hot, and she thought to seek out shade and something to quench her thirst.
“What a beautiful name. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Nahida,” Nia answered with a friendly inclination of her head, flicking the end of her dark braid back over her shoulder. “Your performance was truly astounding. I applaud your skills and am only mildly jealous I possess none of my own.” A grin flashed across her pretty face, combined with a wistful envy. The acrobatic talent was what she wished for most, albeit for… not entirely innocent reasons. She certainly wouldn’t be using such skills to earn money in the wastan, that was for sure.
When the woman mentioned the unbearable heat and her desire for a drink, the look Nia gave her was instantly contrite. “Forgive me, Nahida,” she said with a rueful glance, taking a step back to give her some space. “I forget not everyone is accustomed to Cairo’s heat. I’ll prattle on for hours if someone doesn’t stop me and just forget the sweat dripping down my back.” She shook her head with a self-deprecating laugh. “You said you wish for shade and a glass of wine? Come, come, I know which taverns will cheat you and which ones won’t. Let me buy you a drink for such a fine act, yes? Now that you’ve mentioned it, the sun is particularly searing today. I could use some shade too.”
Her face was open and sweet, gesturing for Nahida to accompany her. Gentle and easygoing, one talent Nia did have was charming strangers. Granted, her charms typically worked better on men than women, but even so, she’d always been good at making friends. She had a particular affinity for outsiders and foreigners, identifying with them in some strange way she couldn’t seem to pinpoint. Perhaps it was just envy for their knowledge of the world, or perhaps she held an affinity for those who didn’t quite fit in. Friendly as she was, a noblewoman who preferred to spend her time among commoners never quite belonged to either group.
“And if you’re tired of me by the time you finish your first glass of wine, I’ll be happy to see myself off.” She laughed again, gently nudging Somra. “What do you say? I promise I don’t bite.”
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“What a beautiful name. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Nahida,” Nia answered with a friendly inclination of her head, flicking the end of her dark braid back over her shoulder. “Your performance was truly astounding. I applaud your skills and am only mildly jealous I possess none of my own.” A grin flashed across her pretty face, combined with a wistful envy. The acrobatic talent was what she wished for most, albeit for… not entirely innocent reasons. She certainly wouldn’t be using such skills to earn money in the wastan, that was for sure.
When the woman mentioned the unbearable heat and her desire for a drink, the look Nia gave her was instantly contrite. “Forgive me, Nahida,” she said with a rueful glance, taking a step back to give her some space. “I forget not everyone is accustomed to Cairo’s heat. I’ll prattle on for hours if someone doesn’t stop me and just forget the sweat dripping down my back.” She shook her head with a self-deprecating laugh. “You said you wish for shade and a glass of wine? Come, come, I know which taverns will cheat you and which ones won’t. Let me buy you a drink for such a fine act, yes? Now that you’ve mentioned it, the sun is particularly searing today. I could use some shade too.”
Her face was open and sweet, gesturing for Nahida to accompany her. Gentle and easygoing, one talent Nia did have was charming strangers. Granted, her charms typically worked better on men than women, but even so, she’d always been good at making friends. She had a particular affinity for outsiders and foreigners, identifying with them in some strange way she couldn’t seem to pinpoint. Perhaps it was just envy for their knowledge of the world, or perhaps she held an affinity for those who didn’t quite fit in. Friendly as she was, a noblewoman who preferred to spend her time among commoners never quite belonged to either group.
“And if you’re tired of me by the time you finish your first glass of wine, I’ll be happy to see myself off.” She laughed again, gently nudging Somra. “What do you say? I promise I don’t bite.”
“What a beautiful name. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Nahida,” Nia answered with a friendly inclination of her head, flicking the end of her dark braid back over her shoulder. “Your performance was truly astounding. I applaud your skills and am only mildly jealous I possess none of my own.” A grin flashed across her pretty face, combined with a wistful envy. The acrobatic talent was what she wished for most, albeit for… not entirely innocent reasons. She certainly wouldn’t be using such skills to earn money in the wastan, that was for sure.
When the woman mentioned the unbearable heat and her desire for a drink, the look Nia gave her was instantly contrite. “Forgive me, Nahida,” she said with a rueful glance, taking a step back to give her some space. “I forget not everyone is accustomed to Cairo’s heat. I’ll prattle on for hours if someone doesn’t stop me and just forget the sweat dripping down my back.” She shook her head with a self-deprecating laugh. “You said you wish for shade and a glass of wine? Come, come, I know which taverns will cheat you and which ones won’t. Let me buy you a drink for such a fine act, yes? Now that you’ve mentioned it, the sun is particularly searing today. I could use some shade too.”
Her face was open and sweet, gesturing for Nahida to accompany her. Gentle and easygoing, one talent Nia did have was charming strangers. Granted, her charms typically worked better on men than women, but even so, she’d always been good at making friends. She had a particular affinity for outsiders and foreigners, identifying with them in some strange way she couldn’t seem to pinpoint. Perhaps it was just envy for their knowledge of the world, or perhaps she held an affinity for those who didn’t quite fit in. Friendly as she was, a noblewoman who preferred to spend her time among commoners never quite belonged to either group.
“And if you’re tired of me by the time you finish your first glass of wine, I’ll be happy to see myself off.” She laughed again, gently nudging Somra. “What do you say? I promise I don’t bite.”
“Thank you, I am named after my father’s mother.” She said, lying easily about the fake name she had given. Lying was a second nature to her, and she didn’t bat an eye at giving any sort of false information. It was a gift really, to be able to come up with things on the spot and speak them as if they were the solid truth.
“Thank you, you flatter. I have worked many years to perfect my craft. Today’s performance was basic, you should see what I can do under better circumstances.” She said with a little grin, and it was true. Had she been able to draw a larger crowd, she would have given a much better show. But for the small amount of people who had gathered there, she wasn’t going to waste her time and energy on anything too intense for a small amount of potential coin.
“Nothing to forgive, your kind words are much appreciated, even in the suffocating heat.” She said, giving her a little laugh and a smile. She was surprised at the others offer to buy her a drink. This was new to Somra, the only people who offered to buy her wine were men who had motives that she assumed this woman did not have. She could not deny that the offer was tempting though, some free wine and a bit of a break from the heat of the sun was exactly what the performer needed. She was used to heat, where she had come from could be just as hot, but that did not mean she enjoyed being under the suns influence on days like these.
“Your offer is met by grateful words, I would appreciate some wine to wash the days labours from my mind.” She agreed, grabbing her small bag of items before motioning for Nia to lead the way to where ever she was going to take her. She trusted that this woman had no ill intentions, and if she did, she trusted herself to be able to get away. She was small and fast, not to mention able to climb and slip into places that most others could not follow. Catching her was no easy feat, as a few guards in the past had found out. She was able to slip away from unsavory situations with ease.
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“Thank you, I am named after my father’s mother.” She said, lying easily about the fake name she had given. Lying was a second nature to her, and she didn’t bat an eye at giving any sort of false information. It was a gift really, to be able to come up with things on the spot and speak them as if they were the solid truth.
“Thank you, you flatter. I have worked many years to perfect my craft. Today’s performance was basic, you should see what I can do under better circumstances.” She said with a little grin, and it was true. Had she been able to draw a larger crowd, she would have given a much better show. But for the small amount of people who had gathered there, she wasn’t going to waste her time and energy on anything too intense for a small amount of potential coin.
“Nothing to forgive, your kind words are much appreciated, even in the suffocating heat.” She said, giving her a little laugh and a smile. She was surprised at the others offer to buy her a drink. This was new to Somra, the only people who offered to buy her wine were men who had motives that she assumed this woman did not have. She could not deny that the offer was tempting though, some free wine and a bit of a break from the heat of the sun was exactly what the performer needed. She was used to heat, where she had come from could be just as hot, but that did not mean she enjoyed being under the suns influence on days like these.
“Your offer is met by grateful words, I would appreciate some wine to wash the days labours from my mind.” She agreed, grabbing her small bag of items before motioning for Nia to lead the way to where ever she was going to take her. She trusted that this woman had no ill intentions, and if she did, she trusted herself to be able to get away. She was small and fast, not to mention able to climb and slip into places that most others could not follow. Catching her was no easy feat, as a few guards in the past had found out. She was able to slip away from unsavory situations with ease.
“Thank you, I am named after my father’s mother.” She said, lying easily about the fake name she had given. Lying was a second nature to her, and she didn’t bat an eye at giving any sort of false information. It was a gift really, to be able to come up with things on the spot and speak them as if they were the solid truth.
“Thank you, you flatter. I have worked many years to perfect my craft. Today’s performance was basic, you should see what I can do under better circumstances.” She said with a little grin, and it was true. Had she been able to draw a larger crowd, she would have given a much better show. But for the small amount of people who had gathered there, she wasn’t going to waste her time and energy on anything too intense for a small amount of potential coin.
“Nothing to forgive, your kind words are much appreciated, even in the suffocating heat.” She said, giving her a little laugh and a smile. She was surprised at the others offer to buy her a drink. This was new to Somra, the only people who offered to buy her wine were men who had motives that she assumed this woman did not have. She could not deny that the offer was tempting though, some free wine and a bit of a break from the heat of the sun was exactly what the performer needed. She was used to heat, where she had come from could be just as hot, but that did not mean she enjoyed being under the suns influence on days like these.
“Your offer is met by grateful words, I would appreciate some wine to wash the days labours from my mind.” She agreed, grabbing her small bag of items before motioning for Nia to lead the way to where ever she was going to take her. She trusted that this woman had no ill intentions, and if she did, she trusted herself to be able to get away. She was small and fast, not to mention able to climb and slip into places that most others could not follow. Catching her was no easy feat, as a few guards in the past had found out. She was able to slip away from unsavory situations with ease.
“If that was basic, I’d love to see what a true performance entails,” Nia answered with a grin, leading the way toward the tavern district not far from the wastan. “If it’s onlookers you’re after, you should come to the Grand Souk. It’s quite a spectacle, especially if you’ve never been in Cairo before. Anything you could ever want from nearly anywhere in the world, you can find it there, along with things and people you could never imagine. You’d have plenty of willing spectators, and I guarantee you’d go home with your purse full to bursting.”
She hadn’t been to the sprawling marketplace in weeks, and she wouldn’t mind attending again sometime soon, especially with her new friend in tow. However, it was clear Nahida was not from Egypt, and so Nia had no idea how long she would remain. That seemed to happen so often with the people she met—befriending them and getting attached only to watch them leave again. How she longed to join them in their world travels, to leave Cairo and Egypt and all of its dreaded responsibilities behind, but alas, such was not the life she was meant for. So, she would simply go on as she always had, and mourn her losses when the time came. Perhaps one day, she might even gather the nerve to join one of them.
“So, what’s brought you to Cairo to begin with, Nahida?” Nia asked, tone friendly as they continued in the short walk from the wastan. “Do you have family here? Friends? Plying your trade?” It was unusual to see a woman traveling on her own, so she couldn’t help but wonder what her companion was doing here alone. Were there others waiting for her somewhere else? Had she stumbled here through some misfortune? And if she was alone… how was she managing? “Have you found the city to your liking so far? Assuming you haven’t been here before. Though I suppose I should have asked that first, hm?”
Her laugh was as merry as a bird’s song, drifting down the road behind them in a pleasant echo that bounced back from the stone of the buildings. “Forgive me, I get ahead of myself sometimes. Far too nosy, my mother always calls me, but I prefer to think of it as curiosity. After all, how would I ever learn about someone if I don’t ask them questions?” She shrugged, turning a corner onto a new street lined with taverns and brothels of every shape and size. “Most people don’t seem to mind, which is what I tell her. I guess she worries about the ones that do.”
Stopping in front of a modestly sized and modestly priced establishment with smoke wafting out the door and the cheerful sound of conversation drifting from inside, Nia smiled and gestured for Nahida to precede her. “Here we are, this one will do. The barkeep here is very friendly and if you flash him enough smiles and drop enough hints, he’ll usually cough up a free drink or two.” She flashed a grin, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Not that I know this from experience or anything.”
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“If that was basic, I’d love to see what a true performance entails,” Nia answered with a grin, leading the way toward the tavern district not far from the wastan. “If it’s onlookers you’re after, you should come to the Grand Souk. It’s quite a spectacle, especially if you’ve never been in Cairo before. Anything you could ever want from nearly anywhere in the world, you can find it there, along with things and people you could never imagine. You’d have plenty of willing spectators, and I guarantee you’d go home with your purse full to bursting.”
She hadn’t been to the sprawling marketplace in weeks, and she wouldn’t mind attending again sometime soon, especially with her new friend in tow. However, it was clear Nahida was not from Egypt, and so Nia had no idea how long she would remain. That seemed to happen so often with the people she met—befriending them and getting attached only to watch them leave again. How she longed to join them in their world travels, to leave Cairo and Egypt and all of its dreaded responsibilities behind, but alas, such was not the life she was meant for. So, she would simply go on as she always had, and mourn her losses when the time came. Perhaps one day, she might even gather the nerve to join one of them.
“So, what’s brought you to Cairo to begin with, Nahida?” Nia asked, tone friendly as they continued in the short walk from the wastan. “Do you have family here? Friends? Plying your trade?” It was unusual to see a woman traveling on her own, so she couldn’t help but wonder what her companion was doing here alone. Were there others waiting for her somewhere else? Had she stumbled here through some misfortune? And if she was alone… how was she managing? “Have you found the city to your liking so far? Assuming you haven’t been here before. Though I suppose I should have asked that first, hm?”
Her laugh was as merry as a bird’s song, drifting down the road behind them in a pleasant echo that bounced back from the stone of the buildings. “Forgive me, I get ahead of myself sometimes. Far too nosy, my mother always calls me, but I prefer to think of it as curiosity. After all, how would I ever learn about someone if I don’t ask them questions?” She shrugged, turning a corner onto a new street lined with taverns and brothels of every shape and size. “Most people don’t seem to mind, which is what I tell her. I guess she worries about the ones that do.”
Stopping in front of a modestly sized and modestly priced establishment with smoke wafting out the door and the cheerful sound of conversation drifting from inside, Nia smiled and gestured for Nahida to precede her. “Here we are, this one will do. The barkeep here is very friendly and if you flash him enough smiles and drop enough hints, he’ll usually cough up a free drink or two.” She flashed a grin, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Not that I know this from experience or anything.”
“If that was basic, I’d love to see what a true performance entails,” Nia answered with a grin, leading the way toward the tavern district not far from the wastan. “If it’s onlookers you’re after, you should come to the Grand Souk. It’s quite a spectacle, especially if you’ve never been in Cairo before. Anything you could ever want from nearly anywhere in the world, you can find it there, along with things and people you could never imagine. You’d have plenty of willing spectators, and I guarantee you’d go home with your purse full to bursting.”
She hadn’t been to the sprawling marketplace in weeks, and she wouldn’t mind attending again sometime soon, especially with her new friend in tow. However, it was clear Nahida was not from Egypt, and so Nia had no idea how long she would remain. That seemed to happen so often with the people she met—befriending them and getting attached only to watch them leave again. How she longed to join them in their world travels, to leave Cairo and Egypt and all of its dreaded responsibilities behind, but alas, such was not the life she was meant for. So, she would simply go on as she always had, and mourn her losses when the time came. Perhaps one day, she might even gather the nerve to join one of them.
“So, what’s brought you to Cairo to begin with, Nahida?” Nia asked, tone friendly as they continued in the short walk from the wastan. “Do you have family here? Friends? Plying your trade?” It was unusual to see a woman traveling on her own, so she couldn’t help but wonder what her companion was doing here alone. Were there others waiting for her somewhere else? Had she stumbled here through some misfortune? And if she was alone… how was she managing? “Have you found the city to your liking so far? Assuming you haven’t been here before. Though I suppose I should have asked that first, hm?”
Her laugh was as merry as a bird’s song, drifting down the road behind them in a pleasant echo that bounced back from the stone of the buildings. “Forgive me, I get ahead of myself sometimes. Far too nosy, my mother always calls me, but I prefer to think of it as curiosity. After all, how would I ever learn about someone if I don’t ask them questions?” She shrugged, turning a corner onto a new street lined with taverns and brothels of every shape and size. “Most people don’t seem to mind, which is what I tell her. I guess she worries about the ones that do.”
Stopping in front of a modestly sized and modestly priced establishment with smoke wafting out the door and the cheerful sound of conversation drifting from inside, Nia smiled and gestured for Nahida to precede her. “Here we are, this one will do. The barkeep here is very friendly and if you flash him enough smiles and drop enough hints, he’ll usually cough up a free drink or two.” She flashed a grin, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. “Not that I know this from experience or anything.”
Somra laughed a little.
“Maybe you’ll get to see one, if I stick around long enough. I go where the coin is best, if Cairo proves fruitful for me, then you will see me here for a while.” She said simply, it was the way of the performer. Eventually people grew bored of seeing the same performer, and so they would move on to a place where people had not yet seen them. She had no plans to settle anywhere, unless she managed to find herself a rich and noble husband, someone who could shower her in expensive presents.
For the time being, she took the other female’s advice, making note to attempt a performance in the area she spoke of. At least now her performance would be spoken about between family and friends, she had given them a taste, and she knew that they would come back for more. She would amp up her next show, and the next, little by little working her way up to her big show routine, at which point she would perform that until the novelty wore off, and she would move on from Cairo.
“Performing. Cairo was just the next stop in my travels, I come from lands afar, I have been travelling and performing since I was a young girl.” She explained, and it truly was for no other reason. She just moved, following roads to the next promising city, until she ran out, then she wasn’t sure what she would do. Most likely she would travel the path back, attempting to hit cities that she had not yet been to.
“This is my first time here, and I have to say it has been enjoyable. One of the nicer places I have visited, even if it is scorching hot.” She said, and she meant it. Cairo was a beautiful place, and it was filled with beautiful people, many of whom seemed to enjoy the lavish lifestyle that she craved. If she were to settle anywhere, she would have guessed it would be here.
“Nothing to forgive. Your questions have not been too intrusive, if they had, they simply would not have been met with answer.” She said with a lighthearted laugh as well. She liked this woman, she was friendly and beautiful, they type of woman she could see herself being friends with if her fate wasn’t to leave this city in the near future.
She stepped into the building as Nia motioned her to, taking a look around as her eyes adjusted from the bright light outside to the dimmer light inside. She laughed once more at Nia’s comment.
“It sounds like you do have some experience with that.” She teased with a grin, heading for some seats in a back corner so they may talk without being disturbed. She felt many eyes on the two of them as they made their way through the building, and she could almost feel the desire in the air from the men in the building. They were two beautiful young women, and she was used to having men’s eyes on her. In fact, she actually craved the attention when it was not being shown.
She took a seat with her back to the wall, thankful for the shade the building provided. Though it was still warm in there, the heat did not compare to outside.
“Since you are the expert, I will let you pick the wine.” She said, setting her pack on the floor beside her for the moment as they both settled in to drink and talk and cool off from the days heat.
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Somra laughed a little.
“Maybe you’ll get to see one, if I stick around long enough. I go where the coin is best, if Cairo proves fruitful for me, then you will see me here for a while.” She said simply, it was the way of the performer. Eventually people grew bored of seeing the same performer, and so they would move on to a place where people had not yet seen them. She had no plans to settle anywhere, unless she managed to find herself a rich and noble husband, someone who could shower her in expensive presents.
For the time being, she took the other female’s advice, making note to attempt a performance in the area she spoke of. At least now her performance would be spoken about between family and friends, she had given them a taste, and she knew that they would come back for more. She would amp up her next show, and the next, little by little working her way up to her big show routine, at which point she would perform that until the novelty wore off, and she would move on from Cairo.
“Performing. Cairo was just the next stop in my travels, I come from lands afar, I have been travelling and performing since I was a young girl.” She explained, and it truly was for no other reason. She just moved, following roads to the next promising city, until she ran out, then she wasn’t sure what she would do. Most likely she would travel the path back, attempting to hit cities that she had not yet been to.
“This is my first time here, and I have to say it has been enjoyable. One of the nicer places I have visited, even if it is scorching hot.” She said, and she meant it. Cairo was a beautiful place, and it was filled with beautiful people, many of whom seemed to enjoy the lavish lifestyle that she craved. If she were to settle anywhere, she would have guessed it would be here.
“Nothing to forgive. Your questions have not been too intrusive, if they had, they simply would not have been met with answer.” She said with a lighthearted laugh as well. She liked this woman, she was friendly and beautiful, they type of woman she could see herself being friends with if her fate wasn’t to leave this city in the near future.
She stepped into the building as Nia motioned her to, taking a look around as her eyes adjusted from the bright light outside to the dimmer light inside. She laughed once more at Nia’s comment.
“It sounds like you do have some experience with that.” She teased with a grin, heading for some seats in a back corner so they may talk without being disturbed. She felt many eyes on the two of them as they made their way through the building, and she could almost feel the desire in the air from the men in the building. They were two beautiful young women, and she was used to having men’s eyes on her. In fact, she actually craved the attention when it was not being shown.
She took a seat with her back to the wall, thankful for the shade the building provided. Though it was still warm in there, the heat did not compare to outside.
“Since you are the expert, I will let you pick the wine.” She said, setting her pack on the floor beside her for the moment as they both settled in to drink and talk and cool off from the days heat.
Somra laughed a little.
“Maybe you’ll get to see one, if I stick around long enough. I go where the coin is best, if Cairo proves fruitful for me, then you will see me here for a while.” She said simply, it was the way of the performer. Eventually people grew bored of seeing the same performer, and so they would move on to a place where people had not yet seen them. She had no plans to settle anywhere, unless she managed to find herself a rich and noble husband, someone who could shower her in expensive presents.
For the time being, she took the other female’s advice, making note to attempt a performance in the area she spoke of. At least now her performance would be spoken about between family and friends, she had given them a taste, and she knew that they would come back for more. She would amp up her next show, and the next, little by little working her way up to her big show routine, at which point she would perform that until the novelty wore off, and she would move on from Cairo.
“Performing. Cairo was just the next stop in my travels, I come from lands afar, I have been travelling and performing since I was a young girl.” She explained, and it truly was for no other reason. She just moved, following roads to the next promising city, until she ran out, then she wasn’t sure what she would do. Most likely she would travel the path back, attempting to hit cities that she had not yet been to.
“This is my first time here, and I have to say it has been enjoyable. One of the nicer places I have visited, even if it is scorching hot.” She said, and she meant it. Cairo was a beautiful place, and it was filled with beautiful people, many of whom seemed to enjoy the lavish lifestyle that she craved. If she were to settle anywhere, she would have guessed it would be here.
“Nothing to forgive. Your questions have not been too intrusive, if they had, they simply would not have been met with answer.” She said with a lighthearted laugh as well. She liked this woman, she was friendly and beautiful, they type of woman she could see herself being friends with if her fate wasn’t to leave this city in the near future.
She stepped into the building as Nia motioned her to, taking a look around as her eyes adjusted from the bright light outside to the dimmer light inside. She laughed once more at Nia’s comment.
“It sounds like you do have some experience with that.” She teased with a grin, heading for some seats in a back corner so they may talk without being disturbed. She felt many eyes on the two of them as they made their way through the building, and she could almost feel the desire in the air from the men in the building. They were two beautiful young women, and she was used to having men’s eyes on her. In fact, she actually craved the attention when it was not being shown.
She took a seat with her back to the wall, thankful for the shade the building provided. Though it was still warm in there, the heat did not compare to outside.
“Since you are the expert, I will let you pick the wine.” She said, setting her pack on the floor beside her for the moment as they both settled in to drink and talk and cool off from the days heat.
“Experience untold, my new friend,” was Nia’s flippant response, grinning over her shoulder at the young woman following her. The beautiful noblewoman was quite used to flirting to get her way, and more often than not, she was successful. Egyptian men were red-blooded and hot-headed, but all it usually took was some sweetsmiles, a teasing touch here and there, and a few flutters of her eyelashes before they were putty in her hands. And who could blame them?
Leaving Nahida at their table, she too basked in the appreciative stares she could feel from around the room as she walked to the bar. Putting a little more swing in her step and amping up the coquettishness of her smile, she leaned on the countertop and waved to catch the barkeep’s attention. It didn’t take long for him to head in her direction, Nia’s pretty face an all-too-welcome sight on this scorching day.
“Afternoon, Jabari,” Neithotep greeted him with a deepening of her smile, leaning in a little further to give him a better view of her… assets. Her voice was practically a purr when she added, “Have you missed me?”
The poor sot had been enamored of the girl since the first day he saw her, and this time was no different—clearing his throat and blinking rapidly, he did his best to hide the flush in his cheeks and stood up a little straighter. “Good afternoon, Lady Neithotep,” he responded in a gruff sort of tone, polishing a glass before setting it down in front of him. “A pleasure to see you, as always. My tavern is always blessed by your presence. What will it be for you today?”
“An ale for me,” Nia replied with a dismissive flutter of her hand. “And a Grecian white for my friend. The best you have. She’s new in town, you see, and I want to show her a bit of Egyptian hospitality.”
“Of course, my lady. Coming right up.”
A frothing tankard of ale and a glass of crisp white wine were placed in front of her, Nia making a grand show of digging through her purse for coin. Her efforts were waved away, Jabari reaching across the bar to still her hand. “Your money is no good here, Lady Neithotep,” he told her sternly, firmly pushing the glasses her way. “Nor your friend’s. Already, you pull in more business just by being here.” Nodding toward the open door where a few men had drifted in, who were trying and utterly failing to hide their stares in her and Nahida’s directions. “Go on back to your table now. Wave for me if you need more ale.”
“You’re too kind,” Nia replied with another smile, tucking her purse back away and leaning in to brush her lips across his cheek. He made no attempt to hide the pleasure it brought him, a genuine look of joy fleeting over his wrinkled face. Waving her away again, he went to attend to his other customers, leaving the young woman to head back to her table with the satisfaction of a job well done.
Setting the wine in front of Nahida and settling across from her with her ale, Nia winked. “See? I told you. Jabari loves me.” Laughing, she took a swallow of the beer and set it back down. “I’ll leave him a nice tip though when he’s not looking. Don’t want to take advantage of the old man too much.”
Leaning back in her seat, she watched the other woman with interest, waiting until she took the first sip of wine before asking, “So? What do you think? Did I make a good choice?”
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“Experience untold, my new friend,” was Nia’s flippant response, grinning over her shoulder at the young woman following her. The beautiful noblewoman was quite used to flirting to get her way, and more often than not, she was successful. Egyptian men were red-blooded and hot-headed, but all it usually took was some sweetsmiles, a teasing touch here and there, and a few flutters of her eyelashes before they were putty in her hands. And who could blame them?
Leaving Nahida at their table, she too basked in the appreciative stares she could feel from around the room as she walked to the bar. Putting a little more swing in her step and amping up the coquettishness of her smile, she leaned on the countertop and waved to catch the barkeep’s attention. It didn’t take long for him to head in her direction, Nia’s pretty face an all-too-welcome sight on this scorching day.
“Afternoon, Jabari,” Neithotep greeted him with a deepening of her smile, leaning in a little further to give him a better view of her… assets. Her voice was practically a purr when she added, “Have you missed me?”
The poor sot had been enamored of the girl since the first day he saw her, and this time was no different—clearing his throat and blinking rapidly, he did his best to hide the flush in his cheeks and stood up a little straighter. “Good afternoon, Lady Neithotep,” he responded in a gruff sort of tone, polishing a glass before setting it down in front of him. “A pleasure to see you, as always. My tavern is always blessed by your presence. What will it be for you today?”
“An ale for me,” Nia replied with a dismissive flutter of her hand. “And a Grecian white for my friend. The best you have. She’s new in town, you see, and I want to show her a bit of Egyptian hospitality.”
“Of course, my lady. Coming right up.”
A frothing tankard of ale and a glass of crisp white wine were placed in front of her, Nia making a grand show of digging through her purse for coin. Her efforts were waved away, Jabari reaching across the bar to still her hand. “Your money is no good here, Lady Neithotep,” he told her sternly, firmly pushing the glasses her way. “Nor your friend’s. Already, you pull in more business just by being here.” Nodding toward the open door where a few men had drifted in, who were trying and utterly failing to hide their stares in her and Nahida’s directions. “Go on back to your table now. Wave for me if you need more ale.”
“You’re too kind,” Nia replied with another smile, tucking her purse back away and leaning in to brush her lips across his cheek. He made no attempt to hide the pleasure it brought him, a genuine look of joy fleeting over his wrinkled face. Waving her away again, he went to attend to his other customers, leaving the young woman to head back to her table with the satisfaction of a job well done.
Setting the wine in front of Nahida and settling across from her with her ale, Nia winked. “See? I told you. Jabari loves me.” Laughing, she took a swallow of the beer and set it back down. “I’ll leave him a nice tip though when he’s not looking. Don’t want to take advantage of the old man too much.”
Leaning back in her seat, she watched the other woman with interest, waiting until she took the first sip of wine before asking, “So? What do you think? Did I make a good choice?”
“Experience untold, my new friend,” was Nia’s flippant response, grinning over her shoulder at the young woman following her. The beautiful noblewoman was quite used to flirting to get her way, and more often than not, she was successful. Egyptian men were red-blooded and hot-headed, but all it usually took was some sweetsmiles, a teasing touch here and there, and a few flutters of her eyelashes before they were putty in her hands. And who could blame them?
Leaving Nahida at their table, she too basked in the appreciative stares she could feel from around the room as she walked to the bar. Putting a little more swing in her step and amping up the coquettishness of her smile, she leaned on the countertop and waved to catch the barkeep’s attention. It didn’t take long for him to head in her direction, Nia’s pretty face an all-too-welcome sight on this scorching day.
“Afternoon, Jabari,” Neithotep greeted him with a deepening of her smile, leaning in a little further to give him a better view of her… assets. Her voice was practically a purr when she added, “Have you missed me?”
The poor sot had been enamored of the girl since the first day he saw her, and this time was no different—clearing his throat and blinking rapidly, he did his best to hide the flush in his cheeks and stood up a little straighter. “Good afternoon, Lady Neithotep,” he responded in a gruff sort of tone, polishing a glass before setting it down in front of him. “A pleasure to see you, as always. My tavern is always blessed by your presence. What will it be for you today?”
“An ale for me,” Nia replied with a dismissive flutter of her hand. “And a Grecian white for my friend. The best you have. She’s new in town, you see, and I want to show her a bit of Egyptian hospitality.”
“Of course, my lady. Coming right up.”
A frothing tankard of ale and a glass of crisp white wine were placed in front of her, Nia making a grand show of digging through her purse for coin. Her efforts were waved away, Jabari reaching across the bar to still her hand. “Your money is no good here, Lady Neithotep,” he told her sternly, firmly pushing the glasses her way. “Nor your friend’s. Already, you pull in more business just by being here.” Nodding toward the open door where a few men had drifted in, who were trying and utterly failing to hide their stares in her and Nahida’s directions. “Go on back to your table now. Wave for me if you need more ale.”
“You’re too kind,” Nia replied with another smile, tucking her purse back away and leaning in to brush her lips across his cheek. He made no attempt to hide the pleasure it brought him, a genuine look of joy fleeting over his wrinkled face. Waving her away again, he went to attend to his other customers, leaving the young woman to head back to her table with the satisfaction of a job well done.
Setting the wine in front of Nahida and settling across from her with her ale, Nia winked. “See? I told you. Jabari loves me.” Laughing, she took a swallow of the beer and set it back down. “I’ll leave him a nice tip though when he’s not looking. Don’t want to take advantage of the old man too much.”
Leaning back in her seat, she watched the other woman with interest, waiting until she took the first sip of wine before asking, “So? What do you think? Did I make a good choice?”
Somra giggled at Nia’s response. She definitely liked this woman, the two of them seemed to be similar, at least in personality. They were both beautiful young women who were not afraid to use that to their advantages. It wasn’t that often that Somra actually bedded someone, but that did not mean she could not flirt as if she planned to. If it meant getting what she wanted, then she had no problems with it. Besides, men were animals in her experience, they deserved to be knocked down a peg. If she could do that simply by leading them on before disappearing, then she was happy to do her part. The only real difference between her and this other woman was that she was living the life Somra wished she was.
When Nia left to go and gather them drinks, she took a moment to survey the bar patrons. Mostly men, their eyes lingered either on Nia or herself. She gave some men who were staring at her a dazzling smile and a wink, which caused them to start whispering, probably arguing which of them the wink was aimed at. She turned her attention elsewhere, noting any escape points. She wasn’t paranoid by any means, but she always liked to know how to get out of a building if it was necessary.
Somra’s attention went back to her new-found acquaintance as the drinks were returned to the table and a glass of wine was place in front of her. She took the glass, glad for something to drink to try to combat the heat. Somra brought the glass to her lips and took a drink, swirling the light coloured liquid in the glass and watching it before looking back at Nia.
“It’s not bad at all. Not the absolute best I’ve had, but a close second perhaps.” She said with a little giggle, tipping the glass up once more to take another drink before setting it down on the table in front of her for the moment.
“So, you’ve asked me all the questions under the sun, it is my turn to question you.” She teased a little, a bit more of her bubbly personality coming out as she began to grow comfortable with Nia.
“What has brought you out on a day like this? And what has made you so willing to buy a drink for a strange woman that you just watched juggling daggers? Awfully brave of you. For all you know, I could be an assassin.” She teased with a bit of a playful smirk. She had thought about using her skills for such things, but in the end she just did not have the heart for murder. Could she kill someone if her life depended on it, or it was absolutely necessary? Yes. Did she enjoy committing violent acts? Not in the slightest.
But Nia did not know such things, she knew nothing of Somra, not even her real name. The performer had given one of her many aliases, not finding reason for anyone to know who she truly was, lest they some how find out about her past and where she came from. The last thing she needed was some sort of reputation following her.
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Somra giggled at Nia’s response. She definitely liked this woman, the two of them seemed to be similar, at least in personality. They were both beautiful young women who were not afraid to use that to their advantages. It wasn’t that often that Somra actually bedded someone, but that did not mean she could not flirt as if she planned to. If it meant getting what she wanted, then she had no problems with it. Besides, men were animals in her experience, they deserved to be knocked down a peg. If she could do that simply by leading them on before disappearing, then she was happy to do her part. The only real difference between her and this other woman was that she was living the life Somra wished she was.
When Nia left to go and gather them drinks, she took a moment to survey the bar patrons. Mostly men, their eyes lingered either on Nia or herself. She gave some men who were staring at her a dazzling smile and a wink, which caused them to start whispering, probably arguing which of them the wink was aimed at. She turned her attention elsewhere, noting any escape points. She wasn’t paranoid by any means, but she always liked to know how to get out of a building if it was necessary.
Somra’s attention went back to her new-found acquaintance as the drinks were returned to the table and a glass of wine was place in front of her. She took the glass, glad for something to drink to try to combat the heat. Somra brought the glass to her lips and took a drink, swirling the light coloured liquid in the glass and watching it before looking back at Nia.
“It’s not bad at all. Not the absolute best I’ve had, but a close second perhaps.” She said with a little giggle, tipping the glass up once more to take another drink before setting it down on the table in front of her for the moment.
“So, you’ve asked me all the questions under the sun, it is my turn to question you.” She teased a little, a bit more of her bubbly personality coming out as she began to grow comfortable with Nia.
“What has brought you out on a day like this? And what has made you so willing to buy a drink for a strange woman that you just watched juggling daggers? Awfully brave of you. For all you know, I could be an assassin.” She teased with a bit of a playful smirk. She had thought about using her skills for such things, but in the end she just did not have the heart for murder. Could she kill someone if her life depended on it, or it was absolutely necessary? Yes. Did she enjoy committing violent acts? Not in the slightest.
But Nia did not know such things, she knew nothing of Somra, not even her real name. The performer had given one of her many aliases, not finding reason for anyone to know who she truly was, lest they some how find out about her past and where she came from. The last thing she needed was some sort of reputation following her.
Somra giggled at Nia’s response. She definitely liked this woman, the two of them seemed to be similar, at least in personality. They were both beautiful young women who were not afraid to use that to their advantages. It wasn’t that often that Somra actually bedded someone, but that did not mean she could not flirt as if she planned to. If it meant getting what she wanted, then she had no problems with it. Besides, men were animals in her experience, they deserved to be knocked down a peg. If she could do that simply by leading them on before disappearing, then she was happy to do her part. The only real difference between her and this other woman was that she was living the life Somra wished she was.
When Nia left to go and gather them drinks, she took a moment to survey the bar patrons. Mostly men, their eyes lingered either on Nia or herself. She gave some men who were staring at her a dazzling smile and a wink, which caused them to start whispering, probably arguing which of them the wink was aimed at. She turned her attention elsewhere, noting any escape points. She wasn’t paranoid by any means, but she always liked to know how to get out of a building if it was necessary.
Somra’s attention went back to her new-found acquaintance as the drinks were returned to the table and a glass of wine was place in front of her. She took the glass, glad for something to drink to try to combat the heat. Somra brought the glass to her lips and took a drink, swirling the light coloured liquid in the glass and watching it before looking back at Nia.
“It’s not bad at all. Not the absolute best I’ve had, but a close second perhaps.” She said with a little giggle, tipping the glass up once more to take another drink before setting it down on the table in front of her for the moment.
“So, you’ve asked me all the questions under the sun, it is my turn to question you.” She teased a little, a bit more of her bubbly personality coming out as she began to grow comfortable with Nia.
“What has brought you out on a day like this? And what has made you so willing to buy a drink for a strange woman that you just watched juggling daggers? Awfully brave of you. For all you know, I could be an assassin.” She teased with a bit of a playful smirk. She had thought about using her skills for such things, but in the end she just did not have the heart for murder. Could she kill someone if her life depended on it, or it was absolutely necessary? Yes. Did she enjoy committing violent acts? Not in the slightest.
But Nia did not know such things, she knew nothing of Somra, not even her real name. The performer had given one of her many aliases, not finding reason for anyone to know who she truly was, lest they some how find out about her past and where she came from. The last thing she needed was some sort of reputation following her.
Nia quite liked this woman she’d found in the market square juggling daggers, a smile breaking over her pretty face. She wasn’t sure what exactly it was about Nahida that she found so appealing, but the young noblewoman tended to follow her gut on such things. No matter that it had gotten her into trouble plenty of times before—she’d had so many delightful experiences because of who she’d trusted on a whim that she wasn’t likely to stop any time soon. What was life without a few good stories to tell?
“I’m not quite sure that I’m important enough to warrant an assassin,” the Egyptian girl teased in response to Nahida’s assertion, chuckling while she took another swallow of her ale. “So, honestly, I’m not too worried about that one.”
Playfully, she poked out her tongue and leaned back in her chair with a shrug. “But as to why I’m out today? It’s better than sitting at home, that’s for sure, even if it is swelteringly hot.” She rolled her eyes with the hint of a sigh. “I realize I’m speaking from a place of privilege here, but a noble’s life really isn’t that exciting for someone like me. I detest Court, I loathe the arrogance of most of the nobility, and I’ve no interest in marriage, so what’s there to really enjoy?” She snorted. “The best part is that I have money for all the booze and opium I want. Beyond that? I could care less.”
Mood quickly lightening, she grinned again. “And as for the rest, why shouldn’t I buy a drink for the woman I just met juggling daggers? Seems like I’d want such a potentially dangerous woman on my side, wouldn’t you say?” Chuckling, she added, “Besides, you’ll remember, I didn’t actually buy the drink, anyway. Occasionally, beauty has its advantages, eh?”
As if in direct response to what she’d just said, their table was approached by a hesitant young man—a somewhat youthful creature with dark hair and an average build who looked nearly ready to be sick all over himself and both of them. “E-excuse me, l-ladies,” he stammered while a few of his fellows chuckled behind him. He’d been ogling the pair since the moment they entered, and his friends had sent him over on a dare, not thinking he’d actually gather the nerve to do so. He’d show them! …If he didn’t throw up first, anyway. “Can I…” He cleared his throat, straightening up a little and trying his hardest to maintain what little dignity he had left. “Can I buy you more drinks?”
Nia grinned at her companion. “See? What was I just saying?” Flashing a charming smile over at their admirer, her eyelashes fluttered prettily as she answered, much to his unending delight, “Well, aren’t you just a perfect darling? Another ale for me would be lovely, thank you. I’m sure my friend here would also just love another glass of wine, wouldn’t you, Nahida?” She nudged the woman with a wink, biting her lip on a laugh. She just didn’t have it in her heart to deny the poor fool, not when it had clearly taken so much for him to come over at all.
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Nia quite liked this woman she’d found in the market square juggling daggers, a smile breaking over her pretty face. She wasn’t sure what exactly it was about Nahida that she found so appealing, but the young noblewoman tended to follow her gut on such things. No matter that it had gotten her into trouble plenty of times before—she’d had so many delightful experiences because of who she’d trusted on a whim that she wasn’t likely to stop any time soon. What was life without a few good stories to tell?
“I’m not quite sure that I’m important enough to warrant an assassin,” the Egyptian girl teased in response to Nahida’s assertion, chuckling while she took another swallow of her ale. “So, honestly, I’m not too worried about that one.”
Playfully, she poked out her tongue and leaned back in her chair with a shrug. “But as to why I’m out today? It’s better than sitting at home, that’s for sure, even if it is swelteringly hot.” She rolled her eyes with the hint of a sigh. “I realize I’m speaking from a place of privilege here, but a noble’s life really isn’t that exciting for someone like me. I detest Court, I loathe the arrogance of most of the nobility, and I’ve no interest in marriage, so what’s there to really enjoy?” She snorted. “The best part is that I have money for all the booze and opium I want. Beyond that? I could care less.”
Mood quickly lightening, she grinned again. “And as for the rest, why shouldn’t I buy a drink for the woman I just met juggling daggers? Seems like I’d want such a potentially dangerous woman on my side, wouldn’t you say?” Chuckling, she added, “Besides, you’ll remember, I didn’t actually buy the drink, anyway. Occasionally, beauty has its advantages, eh?”
As if in direct response to what she’d just said, their table was approached by a hesitant young man—a somewhat youthful creature with dark hair and an average build who looked nearly ready to be sick all over himself and both of them. “E-excuse me, l-ladies,” he stammered while a few of his fellows chuckled behind him. He’d been ogling the pair since the moment they entered, and his friends had sent him over on a dare, not thinking he’d actually gather the nerve to do so. He’d show them! …If he didn’t throw up first, anyway. “Can I…” He cleared his throat, straightening up a little and trying his hardest to maintain what little dignity he had left. “Can I buy you more drinks?”
Nia grinned at her companion. “See? What was I just saying?” Flashing a charming smile over at their admirer, her eyelashes fluttered prettily as she answered, much to his unending delight, “Well, aren’t you just a perfect darling? Another ale for me would be lovely, thank you. I’m sure my friend here would also just love another glass of wine, wouldn’t you, Nahida?” She nudged the woman with a wink, biting her lip on a laugh. She just didn’t have it in her heart to deny the poor fool, not when it had clearly taken so much for him to come over at all.
Nia quite liked this woman she’d found in the market square juggling daggers, a smile breaking over her pretty face. She wasn’t sure what exactly it was about Nahida that she found so appealing, but the young noblewoman tended to follow her gut on such things. No matter that it had gotten her into trouble plenty of times before—she’d had so many delightful experiences because of who she’d trusted on a whim that she wasn’t likely to stop any time soon. What was life without a few good stories to tell?
“I’m not quite sure that I’m important enough to warrant an assassin,” the Egyptian girl teased in response to Nahida’s assertion, chuckling while she took another swallow of her ale. “So, honestly, I’m not too worried about that one.”
Playfully, she poked out her tongue and leaned back in her chair with a shrug. “But as to why I’m out today? It’s better than sitting at home, that’s for sure, even if it is swelteringly hot.” She rolled her eyes with the hint of a sigh. “I realize I’m speaking from a place of privilege here, but a noble’s life really isn’t that exciting for someone like me. I detest Court, I loathe the arrogance of most of the nobility, and I’ve no interest in marriage, so what’s there to really enjoy?” She snorted. “The best part is that I have money for all the booze and opium I want. Beyond that? I could care less.”
Mood quickly lightening, she grinned again. “And as for the rest, why shouldn’t I buy a drink for the woman I just met juggling daggers? Seems like I’d want such a potentially dangerous woman on my side, wouldn’t you say?” Chuckling, she added, “Besides, you’ll remember, I didn’t actually buy the drink, anyway. Occasionally, beauty has its advantages, eh?”
As if in direct response to what she’d just said, their table was approached by a hesitant young man—a somewhat youthful creature with dark hair and an average build who looked nearly ready to be sick all over himself and both of them. “E-excuse me, l-ladies,” he stammered while a few of his fellows chuckled behind him. He’d been ogling the pair since the moment they entered, and his friends had sent him over on a dare, not thinking he’d actually gather the nerve to do so. He’d show them! …If he didn’t throw up first, anyway. “Can I…” He cleared his throat, straightening up a little and trying his hardest to maintain what little dignity he had left. “Can I buy you more drinks?”
Nia grinned at her companion. “See? What was I just saying?” Flashing a charming smile over at their admirer, her eyelashes fluttered prettily as she answered, much to his unending delight, “Well, aren’t you just a perfect darling? Another ale for me would be lovely, thank you. I’m sure my friend here would also just love another glass of wine, wouldn’t you, Nahida?” She nudged the woman with a wink, biting her lip on a laugh. She just didn’t have it in her heart to deny the poor fool, not when it had clearly taken so much for him to come over at all.
“You’d be surprised what warrants a hired assassin.” She teased back, a hint of truth in her voice. Though she was young, she had had quite the adventures in her time, some she would rather have avoided. And yet, here she was, guided into the companionship of this woman who was flirting their way into free drinks. Somra wouldn’t complain, there were worse places she could have ended up.
Somra laughed a little, though a pang of jealousy hit her as she listened to this woman complain about the exact life she had been trying desperately to achieve. She wished to smack her clean across the face and wake her up from her idiocy. She had everything handed to her while other people were out there, struggling just to stay alive and fed.
“Perhaps we can switch places then. I crave a life of riches, court and marriage. It beats sleeping on the street, not knowing if you will find food for yourself for the night.” She said, a serious look in her eyes as she spoke, though it disappeared quickly. She said what she wanted to, and she doubted anything she said would change Nia’s mind about her privileged life. She put it out of her own mind, nothing she said or did in this moment would change her own position, unless Nia had a noble brother who felt like marrying a street performing commoner.
She laughed a little bit. “Come now, I’m not dangerous. It’s all a performance.” Somra said with a little laugh. She was a bit more dangerous than she was letting on, but Nia didn’t need to know the full extent of her abilities. She seemed friendly now, but she never knew when something might go wrong.
She fell silent as a young man approached their table, listening as he stumbled his way through his attempts at flirting. He definitely had no chance with Somra, though she wasn’t sure what Nia’s tastes were. She preferred men, not boys. But, she wasn’t about to turn down another free drink, and so she grabbed her cup of wine and drank the rest in one go before setting it down and giving the boy a flirty smile.
“I would absolutely love another cup of wine.” She said in a sultry voice that made the kid some how turn even redder than he was already.
“And the one who brought me said wine, well they would certainly earn my favour.” She finished and the boy practically turned and ran to the tavern server to acquire the drinks for the two of them. Somra let out a giggle and looked at Nia.
“Men are such simple creatures. A bit of exposed skin and they’d fight the gods themselves.” She said with a little laugh, shaking her head. Men were, at least in her experience, easy to manipulate.
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“You’d be surprised what warrants a hired assassin.” She teased back, a hint of truth in her voice. Though she was young, she had had quite the adventures in her time, some she would rather have avoided. And yet, here she was, guided into the companionship of this woman who was flirting their way into free drinks. Somra wouldn’t complain, there were worse places she could have ended up.
Somra laughed a little, though a pang of jealousy hit her as she listened to this woman complain about the exact life she had been trying desperately to achieve. She wished to smack her clean across the face and wake her up from her idiocy. She had everything handed to her while other people were out there, struggling just to stay alive and fed.
“Perhaps we can switch places then. I crave a life of riches, court and marriage. It beats sleeping on the street, not knowing if you will find food for yourself for the night.” She said, a serious look in her eyes as she spoke, though it disappeared quickly. She said what she wanted to, and she doubted anything she said would change Nia’s mind about her privileged life. She put it out of her own mind, nothing she said or did in this moment would change her own position, unless Nia had a noble brother who felt like marrying a street performing commoner.
She laughed a little bit. “Come now, I’m not dangerous. It’s all a performance.” Somra said with a little laugh. She was a bit more dangerous than she was letting on, but Nia didn’t need to know the full extent of her abilities. She seemed friendly now, but she never knew when something might go wrong.
She fell silent as a young man approached their table, listening as he stumbled his way through his attempts at flirting. He definitely had no chance with Somra, though she wasn’t sure what Nia’s tastes were. She preferred men, not boys. But, she wasn’t about to turn down another free drink, and so she grabbed her cup of wine and drank the rest in one go before setting it down and giving the boy a flirty smile.
“I would absolutely love another cup of wine.” She said in a sultry voice that made the kid some how turn even redder than he was already.
“And the one who brought me said wine, well they would certainly earn my favour.” She finished and the boy practically turned and ran to the tavern server to acquire the drinks for the two of them. Somra let out a giggle and looked at Nia.
“Men are such simple creatures. A bit of exposed skin and they’d fight the gods themselves.” She said with a little laugh, shaking her head. Men were, at least in her experience, easy to manipulate.
“You’d be surprised what warrants a hired assassin.” She teased back, a hint of truth in her voice. Though she was young, she had had quite the adventures in her time, some she would rather have avoided. And yet, here she was, guided into the companionship of this woman who was flirting their way into free drinks. Somra wouldn’t complain, there were worse places she could have ended up.
Somra laughed a little, though a pang of jealousy hit her as she listened to this woman complain about the exact life she had been trying desperately to achieve. She wished to smack her clean across the face and wake her up from her idiocy. She had everything handed to her while other people were out there, struggling just to stay alive and fed.
“Perhaps we can switch places then. I crave a life of riches, court and marriage. It beats sleeping on the street, not knowing if you will find food for yourself for the night.” She said, a serious look in her eyes as she spoke, though it disappeared quickly. She said what she wanted to, and she doubted anything she said would change Nia’s mind about her privileged life. She put it out of her own mind, nothing she said or did in this moment would change her own position, unless Nia had a noble brother who felt like marrying a street performing commoner.
She laughed a little bit. “Come now, I’m not dangerous. It’s all a performance.” Somra said with a little laugh. She was a bit more dangerous than she was letting on, but Nia didn’t need to know the full extent of her abilities. She seemed friendly now, but she never knew when something might go wrong.
She fell silent as a young man approached their table, listening as he stumbled his way through his attempts at flirting. He definitely had no chance with Somra, though she wasn’t sure what Nia’s tastes were. She preferred men, not boys. But, she wasn’t about to turn down another free drink, and so she grabbed her cup of wine and drank the rest in one go before setting it down and giving the boy a flirty smile.
“I would absolutely love another cup of wine.” She said in a sultry voice that made the kid some how turn even redder than he was already.
“And the one who brought me said wine, well they would certainly earn my favour.” She finished and the boy practically turned and ran to the tavern server to acquire the drinks for the two of them. Somra let out a giggle and looked at Nia.
“Men are such simple creatures. A bit of exposed skin and they’d fight the gods themselves.” She said with a little laugh, shaking her head. Men were, at least in her experience, easy to manipulate.
Nia noted the serious look on her new friend’s face when she countered with the idea of them switching places, laughing lightly to inject some humor back into the situation. “Gladly,” she replied with a shake of her head. “If you’d like to be the one to deal with my parents and sister, be my guest. Your taste for nobility will be soured very quickly, I promise you that.”
Luckily, the mood lightened rather quickly, especially when their shy admirer came up to offer them more drinks. As he traipsed off to retrieve them, Nia returned Nahida’s grin. “Simple creatures, indeed,” she agreed with a nod, watching indulgently as the stammering fellow gathered up their glasses with both hands. “I often wonder how it is they ended up being the ones that rule the world. Clearly, we were the ones that were meant for it.”
Chuckling as she tracked the man’s progress back from the bar, she winked at her companion. “Some day, we ought to take it back.” Not that Nia would be a very good choice to be put in charge, but she had a feeling her companion would do a better job of it.
Smiling graciously, she accepted the tankard of ale from their doe-eyed admirer, who handed off the glass of wine to Nahida, as well. “How very kind,” she told him sweetly, raising a toast in his direction before taking a hefty and appreciative swallow. With another wink, she added, “What would we have done without you?”
Opening his mouth, the young man took a deep breath like he was about to say something else, but instead he just blushed and nodded, backing away from their table with a smile. Truly, he hadn’t thought he would get as far as he did, and the prospect of trying to get any further with either of them was frankly terrifying. “H-have a good afternoon, ladies. Enjoy.”
Nia chuckled as the man walked away, listening to the hooting calls of his companions with a shake of her head. “You see? With men like that, I think taking over might not be so hard. We both accepted his drinks and yet he still runs away. Didn’t even try to get any further.” Snorting, she added, “Not that he would have, but how does he know that if he doesn’t make the attempt?” Gazing after him for a moment, she sighed. “Then again, it’s not men like him that end up in charge. I’ll wager he never does anything grander with his life than sell fish from the back of his boat.”
Turning back to look at the woman across from her, Nia smiled. “I don’t know, Nahida. Who am I to judge? Perhaps I’ll never do anything much grander, either.”
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Nia noted the serious look on her new friend’s face when she countered with the idea of them switching places, laughing lightly to inject some humor back into the situation. “Gladly,” she replied with a shake of her head. “If you’d like to be the one to deal with my parents and sister, be my guest. Your taste for nobility will be soured very quickly, I promise you that.”
Luckily, the mood lightened rather quickly, especially when their shy admirer came up to offer them more drinks. As he traipsed off to retrieve them, Nia returned Nahida’s grin. “Simple creatures, indeed,” she agreed with a nod, watching indulgently as the stammering fellow gathered up their glasses with both hands. “I often wonder how it is they ended up being the ones that rule the world. Clearly, we were the ones that were meant for it.”
Chuckling as she tracked the man’s progress back from the bar, she winked at her companion. “Some day, we ought to take it back.” Not that Nia would be a very good choice to be put in charge, but she had a feeling her companion would do a better job of it.
Smiling graciously, she accepted the tankard of ale from their doe-eyed admirer, who handed off the glass of wine to Nahida, as well. “How very kind,” she told him sweetly, raising a toast in his direction before taking a hefty and appreciative swallow. With another wink, she added, “What would we have done without you?”
Opening his mouth, the young man took a deep breath like he was about to say something else, but instead he just blushed and nodded, backing away from their table with a smile. Truly, he hadn’t thought he would get as far as he did, and the prospect of trying to get any further with either of them was frankly terrifying. “H-have a good afternoon, ladies. Enjoy.”
Nia chuckled as the man walked away, listening to the hooting calls of his companions with a shake of her head. “You see? With men like that, I think taking over might not be so hard. We both accepted his drinks and yet he still runs away. Didn’t even try to get any further.” Snorting, she added, “Not that he would have, but how does he know that if he doesn’t make the attempt?” Gazing after him for a moment, she sighed. “Then again, it’s not men like him that end up in charge. I’ll wager he never does anything grander with his life than sell fish from the back of his boat.”
Turning back to look at the woman across from her, Nia smiled. “I don’t know, Nahida. Who am I to judge? Perhaps I’ll never do anything much grander, either.”
Nia noted the serious look on her new friend’s face when she countered with the idea of them switching places, laughing lightly to inject some humor back into the situation. “Gladly,” she replied with a shake of her head. “If you’d like to be the one to deal with my parents and sister, be my guest. Your taste for nobility will be soured very quickly, I promise you that.”
Luckily, the mood lightened rather quickly, especially when their shy admirer came up to offer them more drinks. As he traipsed off to retrieve them, Nia returned Nahida’s grin. “Simple creatures, indeed,” she agreed with a nod, watching indulgently as the stammering fellow gathered up their glasses with both hands. “I often wonder how it is they ended up being the ones that rule the world. Clearly, we were the ones that were meant for it.”
Chuckling as she tracked the man’s progress back from the bar, she winked at her companion. “Some day, we ought to take it back.” Not that Nia would be a very good choice to be put in charge, but she had a feeling her companion would do a better job of it.
Smiling graciously, she accepted the tankard of ale from their doe-eyed admirer, who handed off the glass of wine to Nahida, as well. “How very kind,” she told him sweetly, raising a toast in his direction before taking a hefty and appreciative swallow. With another wink, she added, “What would we have done without you?”
Opening his mouth, the young man took a deep breath like he was about to say something else, but instead he just blushed and nodded, backing away from their table with a smile. Truly, he hadn’t thought he would get as far as he did, and the prospect of trying to get any further with either of them was frankly terrifying. “H-have a good afternoon, ladies. Enjoy.”
Nia chuckled as the man walked away, listening to the hooting calls of his companions with a shake of her head. “You see? With men like that, I think taking over might not be so hard. We both accepted his drinks and yet he still runs away. Didn’t even try to get any further.” Snorting, she added, “Not that he would have, but how does he know that if he doesn’t make the attempt?” Gazing after him for a moment, she sighed. “Then again, it’s not men like him that end up in charge. I’ll wager he never does anything grander with his life than sell fish from the back of his boat.”
Turning back to look at the woman across from her, Nia smiled. “I don’t know, Nahida. Who am I to judge? Perhaps I’ll never do anything much grander, either.”
Somra said no more on the subject of wishing to be nobility. Clearly they differed in the struggles one could face. If the worst she had was a mother and sister to deal with, Somra felt no pity for the other woman. She would give anything to be in her position, and the woman didn’t seem to understand that there were worse things than expecting to marry and be proper. The jealous side of Somra was a little tempted to teach her about those worse things, but deep down she really wasn’t a violent person, and so those were internal thoughts she would never act on.
She laughed a little.
“Men rule the world in physical form only. Strong and rugged as they stand there, looking like leaders, acting like leaders. Behind every great leader? A woman, pulling his strings, whispering in his ear. Guiding him.” She said simply, and she fully believed it. Men were idiots without a woman to take care of them and guide them in the right direction. Like a body without a head.
Somra simply gave the young fool a smile in return for the wine, and the man stumbled off, seemingly satisfied with the outcome of everything. She wondered how he would spin the tale to his friends who had not been here to witness it. More likely than not he would end up in bed with one or both of them in such stories.
Somra shrugged and quickly downed her glass of wine, she had cooled off and any further drinks would result in an intoxicated state she did not wish to be in. At the moment all she wished for was her bed, and the chance to count her earnings for the day to see if Cairo was worth staying in.
“Life does not provide for those who do nothing, you must grab it and make it yours.” She said, looking at Nia with a serious look.
“No one ever got what they wanted by sitting still and staying complacent.” She said, then she stood and made a move to leave, pausing for just a moment before speaking once more.
“I thank you for your hospitality and company. I don’t doubt I shall see you at least once more before I take my leave of Egypt.” She said simply, then gave her a wink, grabbing her bag, she disappeared out the door of the tavern and through the crowded streets, back towards the room she had rented.
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Somra said no more on the subject of wishing to be nobility. Clearly they differed in the struggles one could face. If the worst she had was a mother and sister to deal with, Somra felt no pity for the other woman. She would give anything to be in her position, and the woman didn’t seem to understand that there were worse things than expecting to marry and be proper. The jealous side of Somra was a little tempted to teach her about those worse things, but deep down she really wasn’t a violent person, and so those were internal thoughts she would never act on.
She laughed a little.
“Men rule the world in physical form only. Strong and rugged as they stand there, looking like leaders, acting like leaders. Behind every great leader? A woman, pulling his strings, whispering in his ear. Guiding him.” She said simply, and she fully believed it. Men were idiots without a woman to take care of them and guide them in the right direction. Like a body without a head.
Somra simply gave the young fool a smile in return for the wine, and the man stumbled off, seemingly satisfied with the outcome of everything. She wondered how he would spin the tale to his friends who had not been here to witness it. More likely than not he would end up in bed with one or both of them in such stories.
Somra shrugged and quickly downed her glass of wine, she had cooled off and any further drinks would result in an intoxicated state she did not wish to be in. At the moment all she wished for was her bed, and the chance to count her earnings for the day to see if Cairo was worth staying in.
“Life does not provide for those who do nothing, you must grab it and make it yours.” She said, looking at Nia with a serious look.
“No one ever got what they wanted by sitting still and staying complacent.” She said, then she stood and made a move to leave, pausing for just a moment before speaking once more.
“I thank you for your hospitality and company. I don’t doubt I shall see you at least once more before I take my leave of Egypt.” She said simply, then gave her a wink, grabbing her bag, she disappeared out the door of the tavern and through the crowded streets, back towards the room she had rented.
Somra said no more on the subject of wishing to be nobility. Clearly they differed in the struggles one could face. If the worst she had was a mother and sister to deal with, Somra felt no pity for the other woman. She would give anything to be in her position, and the woman didn’t seem to understand that there were worse things than expecting to marry and be proper. The jealous side of Somra was a little tempted to teach her about those worse things, but deep down she really wasn’t a violent person, and so those were internal thoughts she would never act on.
She laughed a little.
“Men rule the world in physical form only. Strong and rugged as they stand there, looking like leaders, acting like leaders. Behind every great leader? A woman, pulling his strings, whispering in his ear. Guiding him.” She said simply, and she fully believed it. Men were idiots without a woman to take care of them and guide them in the right direction. Like a body without a head.
Somra simply gave the young fool a smile in return for the wine, and the man stumbled off, seemingly satisfied with the outcome of everything. She wondered how he would spin the tale to his friends who had not been here to witness it. More likely than not he would end up in bed with one or both of them in such stories.
Somra shrugged and quickly downed her glass of wine, she had cooled off and any further drinks would result in an intoxicated state she did not wish to be in. At the moment all she wished for was her bed, and the chance to count her earnings for the day to see if Cairo was worth staying in.
“Life does not provide for those who do nothing, you must grab it and make it yours.” She said, looking at Nia with a serious look.
“No one ever got what they wanted by sitting still and staying complacent.” She said, then she stood and made a move to leave, pausing for just a moment before speaking once more.
“I thank you for your hospitality and company. I don’t doubt I shall see you at least once more before I take my leave of Egypt.” She said simply, then gave her a wink, grabbing her bag, she disappeared out the door of the tavern and through the crowded streets, back towards the room she had rented.