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“Depends on what you mean by that,” was not at all a comforting answer. In fact, Lukos could think of a thousand ways it was a really shitty answer. No woman, not this one, not ones previous, was worth dying for and he had this sneaking suspicion that she might be one of those trouble makers who liked to downplay things until she could not ignore them. Then they were her problems and his problems and his crew’s problems...His only excuse for this excursion was that he’d been high when he suggested it and a little drunk on the notion of more sex when he’d gone through with it. Now that his lust was sated for the time being and his judgement was less clouded, he could have kicked his own ass for being such an idiot.
He moved aside for her as she stepped up to the porthole and peered through it. It was then that he looked down at himself, then at Arktos. There was an important difference between the two of them. Arktos was wearing pants. Lukos sniffed, bent down, and fished his pants off the floor, stuffing his legs into them and hoisting them up to his hips. They were still low slung and he tied them in place, bending down after Nia was done looking out of the window to check the ship again as he did it.
“I just get myself into trouble more often than not. I’ve got a reputation, and not really the best one, if you know what I mean.”
“Oh I figured,” he said absently to Nia, counting in his head the number of sailors that he could see aboard the Naddar ship. “You wouldn’t be here if you were a good girl-Arktos why the fuck are you still here?” he interrupted himself to squint at his first mate, forgetting to switch to Greek. The confused return squint from Arktos had him repeat the sentence in the correct language, which had Arktos shuffling off and muttering about food and naked people as he shut the door.
“No fucking privacy,” Lukos complained, switching back to Coptic for Nia’s sake. It wasn’t like he needed an answer but he was definitely looking for some kind of pity outlet.
Her last mention of the whole court not turning out for her finally clicked into place because he’d half spoken over her and he looked her over. “It wouldn’t take the whole court,” he pointed out. “It’d take…” he counted on his fingers, “Like maybe two or three ships, max. Could turn them to the side and block traffic in the Nile...eh but then you’d be fighting current…and they’d have to know what we look like anyway…” he moved past her, muttering to himself about different ways he could be fucked over as he pulled out a drawer from the wall to fish for a clean shirt.
“Basically, if they’re following you, I’m not the problem. I have very little to do with the Pharaoh’s household.”
“That’s comforting,” he said over his shoulder and went back to vainly deciding between a faded black shirt or another washed out red one.
“This might be a stupid question, but any chance you took something that they might be missing? Something that isn’t me?”
“Took?” Lukos finally chose the black one and shrugged it over his head, his hair wild as it poked out in all directions, entirely too curly from natural tendency and the wet heat of Egypt. “Why would I take something? I have been offloading slaves, I’ll have you know. And we’re gonna pick some of those up in Bedoa through wholly legitimate means, I might add. We’re sailors,” he smirked. “What sort of ship did you think you were on?”
By now the sun was higher and illuminated the corner where a pile of chains sat unused for the time being. “Let’s get food and then we’ll have some real fun because then I’ll let you help me patch a sail. Mmmm, thrilling huh?”
Breakfast on the mid deck would be an utterly delicious affair, so far as the sailors were concerned. Because they were constantly in ports where they could get fresh foods and meats that could be kept and did not have to be cured, this was fairly bountiful from their point of view. There were communal bowls of cooked grains, cubed melons, raisins, strips of roasted meat and flat bread. None of it would be up to the standard she was used to, due to limited cooking ability, but Lukos was delighted once he settled on the far end of the deck with his share.
“You know I hate raisins?” he said conversationally as he popped a handful into his mouth. “But I haven’t had them in so long,” he said around chewing. Looking up at the mast, he kept on chewing, brows furrowed, tongue working over the food until he swallowed it all and dumped the rest of the raisins in her bowl. “Yeah, I still don’t like them.”
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“Depends on what you mean by that,” was not at all a comforting answer. In fact, Lukos could think of a thousand ways it was a really shitty answer. No woman, not this one, not ones previous, was worth dying for and he had this sneaking suspicion that she might be one of those trouble makers who liked to downplay things until she could not ignore them. Then they were her problems and his problems and his crew’s problems...His only excuse for this excursion was that he’d been high when he suggested it and a little drunk on the notion of more sex when he’d gone through with it. Now that his lust was sated for the time being and his judgement was less clouded, he could have kicked his own ass for being such an idiot.
He moved aside for her as she stepped up to the porthole and peered through it. It was then that he looked down at himself, then at Arktos. There was an important difference between the two of them. Arktos was wearing pants. Lukos sniffed, bent down, and fished his pants off the floor, stuffing his legs into them and hoisting them up to his hips. They were still low slung and he tied them in place, bending down after Nia was done looking out of the window to check the ship again as he did it.
“I just get myself into trouble more often than not. I’ve got a reputation, and not really the best one, if you know what I mean.”
“Oh I figured,” he said absently to Nia, counting in his head the number of sailors that he could see aboard the Naddar ship. “You wouldn’t be here if you were a good girl-Arktos why the fuck are you still here?” he interrupted himself to squint at his first mate, forgetting to switch to Greek. The confused return squint from Arktos had him repeat the sentence in the correct language, which had Arktos shuffling off and muttering about food and naked people as he shut the door.
“No fucking privacy,” Lukos complained, switching back to Coptic for Nia’s sake. It wasn’t like he needed an answer but he was definitely looking for some kind of pity outlet.
Her last mention of the whole court not turning out for her finally clicked into place because he’d half spoken over her and he looked her over. “It wouldn’t take the whole court,” he pointed out. “It’d take…” he counted on his fingers, “Like maybe two or three ships, max. Could turn them to the side and block traffic in the Nile...eh but then you’d be fighting current…and they’d have to know what we look like anyway…” he moved past her, muttering to himself about different ways he could be fucked over as he pulled out a drawer from the wall to fish for a clean shirt.
“Basically, if they’re following you, I’m not the problem. I have very little to do with the Pharaoh’s household.”
“That’s comforting,” he said over his shoulder and went back to vainly deciding between a faded black shirt or another washed out red one.
“This might be a stupid question, but any chance you took something that they might be missing? Something that isn’t me?”
“Took?” Lukos finally chose the black one and shrugged it over his head, his hair wild as it poked out in all directions, entirely too curly from natural tendency and the wet heat of Egypt. “Why would I take something? I have been offloading slaves, I’ll have you know. And we’re gonna pick some of those up in Bedoa through wholly legitimate means, I might add. We’re sailors,” he smirked. “What sort of ship did you think you were on?”
By now the sun was higher and illuminated the corner where a pile of chains sat unused for the time being. “Let’s get food and then we’ll have some real fun because then I’ll let you help me patch a sail. Mmmm, thrilling huh?”
Breakfast on the mid deck would be an utterly delicious affair, so far as the sailors were concerned. Because they were constantly in ports where they could get fresh foods and meats that could be kept and did not have to be cured, this was fairly bountiful from their point of view. There were communal bowls of cooked grains, cubed melons, raisins, strips of roasted meat and flat bread. None of it would be up to the standard she was used to, due to limited cooking ability, but Lukos was delighted once he settled on the far end of the deck with his share.
“You know I hate raisins?” he said conversationally as he popped a handful into his mouth. “But I haven’t had them in so long,” he said around chewing. Looking up at the mast, he kept on chewing, brows furrowed, tongue working over the food until he swallowed it all and dumped the rest of the raisins in her bowl. “Yeah, I still don’t like them.”
“Depends on what you mean by that,” was not at all a comforting answer. In fact, Lukos could think of a thousand ways it was a really shitty answer. No woman, not this one, not ones previous, was worth dying for and he had this sneaking suspicion that she might be one of those trouble makers who liked to downplay things until she could not ignore them. Then they were her problems and his problems and his crew’s problems...His only excuse for this excursion was that he’d been high when he suggested it and a little drunk on the notion of more sex when he’d gone through with it. Now that his lust was sated for the time being and his judgement was less clouded, he could have kicked his own ass for being such an idiot.
He moved aside for her as she stepped up to the porthole and peered through it. It was then that he looked down at himself, then at Arktos. There was an important difference between the two of them. Arktos was wearing pants. Lukos sniffed, bent down, and fished his pants off the floor, stuffing his legs into them and hoisting them up to his hips. They were still low slung and he tied them in place, bending down after Nia was done looking out of the window to check the ship again as he did it.
“I just get myself into trouble more often than not. I’ve got a reputation, and not really the best one, if you know what I mean.”
“Oh I figured,” he said absently to Nia, counting in his head the number of sailors that he could see aboard the Naddar ship. “You wouldn’t be here if you were a good girl-Arktos why the fuck are you still here?” he interrupted himself to squint at his first mate, forgetting to switch to Greek. The confused return squint from Arktos had him repeat the sentence in the correct language, which had Arktos shuffling off and muttering about food and naked people as he shut the door.
“No fucking privacy,” Lukos complained, switching back to Coptic for Nia’s sake. It wasn’t like he needed an answer but he was definitely looking for some kind of pity outlet.
Her last mention of the whole court not turning out for her finally clicked into place because he’d half spoken over her and he looked her over. “It wouldn’t take the whole court,” he pointed out. “It’d take…” he counted on his fingers, “Like maybe two or three ships, max. Could turn them to the side and block traffic in the Nile...eh but then you’d be fighting current…and they’d have to know what we look like anyway…” he moved past her, muttering to himself about different ways he could be fucked over as he pulled out a drawer from the wall to fish for a clean shirt.
“Basically, if they’re following you, I’m not the problem. I have very little to do with the Pharaoh’s household.”
“That’s comforting,” he said over his shoulder and went back to vainly deciding between a faded black shirt or another washed out red one.
“This might be a stupid question, but any chance you took something that they might be missing? Something that isn’t me?”
“Took?” Lukos finally chose the black one and shrugged it over his head, his hair wild as it poked out in all directions, entirely too curly from natural tendency and the wet heat of Egypt. “Why would I take something? I have been offloading slaves, I’ll have you know. And we’re gonna pick some of those up in Bedoa through wholly legitimate means, I might add. We’re sailors,” he smirked. “What sort of ship did you think you were on?”
By now the sun was higher and illuminated the corner where a pile of chains sat unused for the time being. “Let’s get food and then we’ll have some real fun because then I’ll let you help me patch a sail. Mmmm, thrilling huh?”
Breakfast on the mid deck would be an utterly delicious affair, so far as the sailors were concerned. Because they were constantly in ports where they could get fresh foods and meats that could be kept and did not have to be cured, this was fairly bountiful from their point of view. There were communal bowls of cooked grains, cubed melons, raisins, strips of roasted meat and flat bread. None of it would be up to the standard she was used to, due to limited cooking ability, but Lukos was delighted once he settled on the far end of the deck with his share.
“You know I hate raisins?” he said conversationally as he popped a handful into his mouth. “But I haven’t had them in so long,” he said around chewing. Looking up at the mast, he kept on chewing, brows furrowed, tongue working over the food until he swallowed it all and dumped the rest of the raisins in her bowl. “Yeah, I still don’t like them.”
Nia hid a laugh behind her hand at the way Lukos addressed the man who had interrupted their sleep, waving her fingers under her chin as the man muttered and departed. No fucking privacy. She snorted and shook her head sympathetically. She, too, rarely had an ounce of privacy, tended to by slaves every moment she was in her home. Granted, it wasn’t quite the same sort of comparison, but she could at least kind of relate.
Idly, the woman’s gaze travelled over the sailor’s bared form as he rummaged through his clothing for something to wear. Nudity was a common sight in the African heat, and she wondered why he was even bothering to clothe himself at all. Even this early in the morning, the heat was searing, and no doubt he’d be drenched in sweat by the afternoon. Besides, he looked so much better without them…
There was a twinge of disappointment when he found something that suited his taste, covering his muscled torso in an act that should have been considered a sin. So distracted by watching him dress and still bleary from lack of sleep, it took her a moment to realize he was addressing her again, having been muttering to himself about various strategies of the Court retaking her. She wasn’t really worried about it. If any ships came after her, they would be Hei Sheifa’s, and Lukos’s ship had left in the middle of the night. There was no way they would have caught up so soon, if her father even bothered. If this ship was trailing behind them, it was surely just a coincidence.
What sort of ship did you think you were on?
She lifted a brow at him, lips tilting in a smirk. “Oh, of course, all the business you do is surely completely legitimate,” she purred in a tease. Granted, she had no way of knowing if that was really true or not, but somehow, she doubted it. “Forgive me for even daring to think otherwise.”
At the mention of food, her stomach growled, almost as if in response. Looking down at the little rumble, she looked back up when he mentioned patching a sail. “I’ll warn you now, my stitches are dreadful,” she replied cheerfully, sounding completely undisturbed by the fact. “It may come as a shock to you, but embroidery isn’t exactly among my extensive talents.”
Laughing, she winked and retrieved her own kalasiris from the floor. She briefly thought about forgoing clothing entirely like she wished Lukos had, but Greeks had a different idea of modesty than Egyptians, and she knew that. However, she did not cover herself completely; propriety or no, she had no intention of sweltering in the summer sun. Tying the cloth around her hips so it only covered the lower portion of her body, her torso was left bare—revealing a myriad of bite marks and bruises gained the night before. Not like it mattered; she had no doubt the crew knew what she and the captain were about. Nia had nothing that even resembled shame.
She fielded a few stares as Lukos led her to the buffet of food laid out, grabbing a bowl and selecting a bit of everything available. She didn’t care that the quality of the food wasn’t her norm; she was hungry and as long as it didn’t poison her, it didn’t particularly matter. Sitting next to Lukos and taking a bite from a strip of goat, she did think it could have used a little more spice, though.
Nibbling a piece of melon, she blinked a few times when Lukos reached over and dumped his raisins in with her share of food. “Thank… you…?” she answered with a sidelong look, a little bewildered as she scooted them over to join the other raisins. “I just love raisins steeped in cooked meat.”
Popping the rest of the melon in her mouth, she chewed and swallowed before asking, “So, what besides mending sails do we have to look forward to today?” She chuckled, tearing the flatbread into smaller pieces with her fingers. “Planning to whisk off any other noblewomen on the way?”
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Nia hid a laugh behind her hand at the way Lukos addressed the man who had interrupted their sleep, waving her fingers under her chin as the man muttered and departed. No fucking privacy. She snorted and shook her head sympathetically. She, too, rarely had an ounce of privacy, tended to by slaves every moment she was in her home. Granted, it wasn’t quite the same sort of comparison, but she could at least kind of relate.
Idly, the woman’s gaze travelled over the sailor’s bared form as he rummaged through his clothing for something to wear. Nudity was a common sight in the African heat, and she wondered why he was even bothering to clothe himself at all. Even this early in the morning, the heat was searing, and no doubt he’d be drenched in sweat by the afternoon. Besides, he looked so much better without them…
There was a twinge of disappointment when he found something that suited his taste, covering his muscled torso in an act that should have been considered a sin. So distracted by watching him dress and still bleary from lack of sleep, it took her a moment to realize he was addressing her again, having been muttering to himself about various strategies of the Court retaking her. She wasn’t really worried about it. If any ships came after her, they would be Hei Sheifa’s, and Lukos’s ship had left in the middle of the night. There was no way they would have caught up so soon, if her father even bothered. If this ship was trailing behind them, it was surely just a coincidence.
What sort of ship did you think you were on?
She lifted a brow at him, lips tilting in a smirk. “Oh, of course, all the business you do is surely completely legitimate,” she purred in a tease. Granted, she had no way of knowing if that was really true or not, but somehow, she doubted it. “Forgive me for even daring to think otherwise.”
At the mention of food, her stomach growled, almost as if in response. Looking down at the little rumble, she looked back up when he mentioned patching a sail. “I’ll warn you now, my stitches are dreadful,” she replied cheerfully, sounding completely undisturbed by the fact. “It may come as a shock to you, but embroidery isn’t exactly among my extensive talents.”
Laughing, she winked and retrieved her own kalasiris from the floor. She briefly thought about forgoing clothing entirely like she wished Lukos had, but Greeks had a different idea of modesty than Egyptians, and she knew that. However, she did not cover herself completely; propriety or no, she had no intention of sweltering in the summer sun. Tying the cloth around her hips so it only covered the lower portion of her body, her torso was left bare—revealing a myriad of bite marks and bruises gained the night before. Not like it mattered; she had no doubt the crew knew what she and the captain were about. Nia had nothing that even resembled shame.
She fielded a few stares as Lukos led her to the buffet of food laid out, grabbing a bowl and selecting a bit of everything available. She didn’t care that the quality of the food wasn’t her norm; she was hungry and as long as it didn’t poison her, it didn’t particularly matter. Sitting next to Lukos and taking a bite from a strip of goat, she did think it could have used a little more spice, though.
Nibbling a piece of melon, she blinked a few times when Lukos reached over and dumped his raisins in with her share of food. “Thank… you…?” she answered with a sidelong look, a little bewildered as she scooted them over to join the other raisins. “I just love raisins steeped in cooked meat.”
Popping the rest of the melon in her mouth, she chewed and swallowed before asking, “So, what besides mending sails do we have to look forward to today?” She chuckled, tearing the flatbread into smaller pieces with her fingers. “Planning to whisk off any other noblewomen on the way?”
Nia hid a laugh behind her hand at the way Lukos addressed the man who had interrupted their sleep, waving her fingers under her chin as the man muttered and departed. No fucking privacy. She snorted and shook her head sympathetically. She, too, rarely had an ounce of privacy, tended to by slaves every moment she was in her home. Granted, it wasn’t quite the same sort of comparison, but she could at least kind of relate.
Idly, the woman’s gaze travelled over the sailor’s bared form as he rummaged through his clothing for something to wear. Nudity was a common sight in the African heat, and she wondered why he was even bothering to clothe himself at all. Even this early in the morning, the heat was searing, and no doubt he’d be drenched in sweat by the afternoon. Besides, he looked so much better without them…
There was a twinge of disappointment when he found something that suited his taste, covering his muscled torso in an act that should have been considered a sin. So distracted by watching him dress and still bleary from lack of sleep, it took her a moment to realize he was addressing her again, having been muttering to himself about various strategies of the Court retaking her. She wasn’t really worried about it. If any ships came after her, they would be Hei Sheifa’s, and Lukos’s ship had left in the middle of the night. There was no way they would have caught up so soon, if her father even bothered. If this ship was trailing behind them, it was surely just a coincidence.
What sort of ship did you think you were on?
She lifted a brow at him, lips tilting in a smirk. “Oh, of course, all the business you do is surely completely legitimate,” she purred in a tease. Granted, she had no way of knowing if that was really true or not, but somehow, she doubted it. “Forgive me for even daring to think otherwise.”
At the mention of food, her stomach growled, almost as if in response. Looking down at the little rumble, she looked back up when he mentioned patching a sail. “I’ll warn you now, my stitches are dreadful,” she replied cheerfully, sounding completely undisturbed by the fact. “It may come as a shock to you, but embroidery isn’t exactly among my extensive talents.”
Laughing, she winked and retrieved her own kalasiris from the floor. She briefly thought about forgoing clothing entirely like she wished Lukos had, but Greeks had a different idea of modesty than Egyptians, and she knew that. However, she did not cover herself completely; propriety or no, she had no intention of sweltering in the summer sun. Tying the cloth around her hips so it only covered the lower portion of her body, her torso was left bare—revealing a myriad of bite marks and bruises gained the night before. Not like it mattered; she had no doubt the crew knew what she and the captain were about. Nia had nothing that even resembled shame.
She fielded a few stares as Lukos led her to the buffet of food laid out, grabbing a bowl and selecting a bit of everything available. She didn’t care that the quality of the food wasn’t her norm; she was hungry and as long as it didn’t poison her, it didn’t particularly matter. Sitting next to Lukos and taking a bite from a strip of goat, she did think it could have used a little more spice, though.
Nibbling a piece of melon, she blinked a few times when Lukos reached over and dumped his raisins in with her share of food. “Thank… you…?” she answered with a sidelong look, a little bewildered as she scooted them over to join the other raisins. “I just love raisins steeped in cooked meat.”
Popping the rest of the melon in her mouth, she chewed and swallowed before asking, “So, what besides mending sails do we have to look forward to today?” She chuckled, tearing the flatbread into smaller pieces with her fingers. “Planning to whisk off any other noblewomen on the way?”
His men did stare, but not in the way they might have if they were in the middle of the ocean with no women around at all. The ship still sailed upon the Nile and even this early, there were women on the banks dressed exactly as Nia was, if, perhaps, in less fine linen. But they were still in the land of Bare Breasts as Arktos liked to sometimes call it, and that meant that nearly wherever they looked, they could fill their minds with memories for later use. Even though they were ‘used to it’, they were still Greek. This wasn’t something Greek women ever did, not even the prostitutes bared themselves this way until a man paid to see. A few of his sailors definitely did turn their heads and stare openly at her, but most of them were merely concentrating on breakfast. Nia was very obviously off limits and what was the point of goggling someone they couldn’t have? Especially with such a nice breakfast in their bowls - a very different pleasure, but a pleasure nonetheless.
“Thank… you…?” came her baffled response, to which Lukos merely grinned.
“You’re so welcome.”
“I just love raisins steeped in cooked meat.”
He watched as she shifted them around in her bowl to a more palatable side but his lip curled in disgust and he pointed at the raisins. “Listen, nothing you do is going to make those edible. Look at me being so generous as to look out for your wellbeing. Those are healthy. I have given you some from my bowl. I’m so selfless.”
Arktos sat across from them on the other side of the deck, his massive fuzzy back leaning up against the ship’s railing. He sat much like Lukos was, with his long legs stretched out and crossed at the ankle. Gesturing at them with a strip of goat between his meaty fingers, Arktos complained. ”What are you talking about? Stop gibbering. Ain’t no one understand them ‘Gptian language.”
”I do!” someone else piped up from further back, which lead to a cascade of the sailors talking amongst themselves about how many languages some spoke or didn’t speak. This also led to posturing where several of the men descended into different conversations in different languages which led to a sort of general hum of voices that were easily ignorable. Into this went Nia’s next bit of conversation.
“So, what besides mending sails do we have to look forward to today? Planning to whisk off any other noblewomen on the way?”
“No,” he arched a brow at her. “One of you is more than enough. Ship isn’t really a place for a woman.” But she wouldn’t be here for a terribly long time and by the time he guessed he’d start to feel she was invading his space would be about the time he’d be depositing her back in her home port anyway. “We can scrub the stairs?” he thought about it. “I’ve got some whitewash for the lower deck…” His eyes drifted away from her and towards the puffy gray head that had just popped up from the stairs.
Cat flicked her ears and soon her long body followed as she trotted onto the deck with a large-very-dead-rat in her mouth. Her bright green eyes were trained on Lukos and Nia. Lukos reached out his hand and wiggled his fingers with a “pspspspspspsp,” at the ship cat. She gave a flirty flick of her fluffy tail in return and purruped at him. Along the way, she received several quick pets and dropped the rat half way to them where no one chose to pick it up.
“You brat,” Lukos chided as the cat slunk and arched against his hand. She was about a year old and had proved her worth to Lukos by being such a vicious mouser that he’d let her stay past her cute kitten phase.
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His men did stare, but not in the way they might have if they were in the middle of the ocean with no women around at all. The ship still sailed upon the Nile and even this early, there were women on the banks dressed exactly as Nia was, if, perhaps, in less fine linen. But they were still in the land of Bare Breasts as Arktos liked to sometimes call it, and that meant that nearly wherever they looked, they could fill their minds with memories for later use. Even though they were ‘used to it’, they were still Greek. This wasn’t something Greek women ever did, not even the prostitutes bared themselves this way until a man paid to see. A few of his sailors definitely did turn their heads and stare openly at her, but most of them were merely concentrating on breakfast. Nia was very obviously off limits and what was the point of goggling someone they couldn’t have? Especially with such a nice breakfast in their bowls - a very different pleasure, but a pleasure nonetheless.
“Thank… you…?” came her baffled response, to which Lukos merely grinned.
“You’re so welcome.”
“I just love raisins steeped in cooked meat.”
He watched as she shifted them around in her bowl to a more palatable side but his lip curled in disgust and he pointed at the raisins. “Listen, nothing you do is going to make those edible. Look at me being so generous as to look out for your wellbeing. Those are healthy. I have given you some from my bowl. I’m so selfless.”
Arktos sat across from them on the other side of the deck, his massive fuzzy back leaning up against the ship’s railing. He sat much like Lukos was, with his long legs stretched out and crossed at the ankle. Gesturing at them with a strip of goat between his meaty fingers, Arktos complained. ”What are you talking about? Stop gibbering. Ain’t no one understand them ‘Gptian language.”
”I do!” someone else piped up from further back, which lead to a cascade of the sailors talking amongst themselves about how many languages some spoke or didn’t speak. This also led to posturing where several of the men descended into different conversations in different languages which led to a sort of general hum of voices that were easily ignorable. Into this went Nia’s next bit of conversation.
“So, what besides mending sails do we have to look forward to today? Planning to whisk off any other noblewomen on the way?”
“No,” he arched a brow at her. “One of you is more than enough. Ship isn’t really a place for a woman.” But she wouldn’t be here for a terribly long time and by the time he guessed he’d start to feel she was invading his space would be about the time he’d be depositing her back in her home port anyway. “We can scrub the stairs?” he thought about it. “I’ve got some whitewash for the lower deck…” His eyes drifted away from her and towards the puffy gray head that had just popped up from the stairs.
Cat flicked her ears and soon her long body followed as she trotted onto the deck with a large-very-dead-rat in her mouth. Her bright green eyes were trained on Lukos and Nia. Lukos reached out his hand and wiggled his fingers with a “pspspspspspsp,” at the ship cat. She gave a flirty flick of her fluffy tail in return and purruped at him. Along the way, she received several quick pets and dropped the rat half way to them where no one chose to pick it up.
“You brat,” Lukos chided as the cat slunk and arched against his hand. She was about a year old and had proved her worth to Lukos by being such a vicious mouser that he’d let her stay past her cute kitten phase.
His men did stare, but not in the way they might have if they were in the middle of the ocean with no women around at all. The ship still sailed upon the Nile and even this early, there were women on the banks dressed exactly as Nia was, if, perhaps, in less fine linen. But they were still in the land of Bare Breasts as Arktos liked to sometimes call it, and that meant that nearly wherever they looked, they could fill their minds with memories for later use. Even though they were ‘used to it’, they were still Greek. This wasn’t something Greek women ever did, not even the prostitutes bared themselves this way until a man paid to see. A few of his sailors definitely did turn their heads and stare openly at her, but most of them were merely concentrating on breakfast. Nia was very obviously off limits and what was the point of goggling someone they couldn’t have? Especially with such a nice breakfast in their bowls - a very different pleasure, but a pleasure nonetheless.
“Thank… you…?” came her baffled response, to which Lukos merely grinned.
“You’re so welcome.”
“I just love raisins steeped in cooked meat.”
He watched as she shifted them around in her bowl to a more palatable side but his lip curled in disgust and he pointed at the raisins. “Listen, nothing you do is going to make those edible. Look at me being so generous as to look out for your wellbeing. Those are healthy. I have given you some from my bowl. I’m so selfless.”
Arktos sat across from them on the other side of the deck, his massive fuzzy back leaning up against the ship’s railing. He sat much like Lukos was, with his long legs stretched out and crossed at the ankle. Gesturing at them with a strip of goat between his meaty fingers, Arktos complained. ”What are you talking about? Stop gibbering. Ain’t no one understand them ‘Gptian language.”
”I do!” someone else piped up from further back, which lead to a cascade of the sailors talking amongst themselves about how many languages some spoke or didn’t speak. This also led to posturing where several of the men descended into different conversations in different languages which led to a sort of general hum of voices that were easily ignorable. Into this went Nia’s next bit of conversation.
“So, what besides mending sails do we have to look forward to today? Planning to whisk off any other noblewomen on the way?”
“No,” he arched a brow at her. “One of you is more than enough. Ship isn’t really a place for a woman.” But she wouldn’t be here for a terribly long time and by the time he guessed he’d start to feel she was invading his space would be about the time he’d be depositing her back in her home port anyway. “We can scrub the stairs?” he thought about it. “I’ve got some whitewash for the lower deck…” His eyes drifted away from her and towards the puffy gray head that had just popped up from the stairs.
Cat flicked her ears and soon her long body followed as she trotted onto the deck with a large-very-dead-rat in her mouth. Her bright green eyes were trained on Lukos and Nia. Lukos reached out his hand and wiggled his fingers with a “pspspspspspsp,” at the ship cat. She gave a flirty flick of her fluffy tail in return and purruped at him. Along the way, she received several quick pets and dropped the rat half way to them where no one chose to pick it up.
“You brat,” Lukos chided as the cat slunk and arched against his hand. She was about a year old and had proved her worth to Lukos by being such a vicious mouser that he’d let her stay past her cute kitten phase.
“So very selfless indeed,” Nia replied with a soft laugh, shaking her head at his disdain for the raisins. She didn’t mind them, truthfully, even if they weren’t her favorite. However, she didn’t particularly care for them to be coated in juices from the goat meat, as he had so carelessly done when he dumped them into her bowl. “How will I ever repay you for such a gracious act of giving me food you don’t like? Truly, I’m humbled.”
There was a smirk as she glanced at him sidelong, her next comment interrupted by the grumpy sound of the bearlike man’s nearby voice. Her face was blank as she looked at him; she barely understood more than a phrase or two of Greek and had no idea their Coptic conversation was what he was complaining about. However, she took it from context when a few other voices around them were raised in the same language she spoke, rolling her eyes and turning her attention back to her companion. Yes, she would learn a whole new language just for the comfort and listening ease of her bedmate’s crew.
One of you is more than enough. Ship isn’t really a place for a woman.
Nia barely suppressed a roll of her eyes at that and the suggestions that followed, pulling a face. Yes, scrubbing the stairs sounded like a remarkable feat, as did mending the sails like he suggested before. What exactly had she signed up for when she agreed to go traipsing off with him in the middle of the night? Here she was picturing romance and tales of adventure, and it sounded more like she was being conscripted for free labor. Then again, she was always wishing she wasn’t noble, so she supposed this was her chance to try that out…
Anything she might have said about it was quickly forgotten when the cat first appeared, her eyebrows raising at the animal’s affectionate response to her companion. She supposed it made sense for a ship to have a resident rat catcher, as was evidenced by the rodent hanging from the cat’s mouth when it started walking across the deck, but she wouldn’t have taken Lukos for an animal lover. Neither was she, really, but as an Egyptian woman born and bred, cats, of course, held special significance.
When the animal made its way to her and demanded the same affection it had from Lukos, Nia smiled and complied. Scratching gently behind its ears, she commented, “Cats are sacred to us, you know. They can bring good luck to those fortunate enough to house them.” Purring softly, the rat catcher butted its head against her hand, Nia’s fingers tickling under her chin. “Some families even mummify their cats after they pass. We still have the mummified remains of my favorite cat from childhood. We named her Bastet. Predictably.”
A rumble of thunder in the distance had Nia raising her head with a frown, a dark blanket of clouds rolling in from the west. The Egyptian noblewoman had never weathered a storm in the belly of a ship, and the prospect had her nervous and cautiously excited. “Well, then,” she said as she watched the clouds move toward the sun, continuing with a bit more enthusiasm in her voice, “I suppose we won’t be mending many sails today, will we?”
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“So very selfless indeed,” Nia replied with a soft laugh, shaking her head at his disdain for the raisins. She didn’t mind them, truthfully, even if they weren’t her favorite. However, she didn’t particularly care for them to be coated in juices from the goat meat, as he had so carelessly done when he dumped them into her bowl. “How will I ever repay you for such a gracious act of giving me food you don’t like? Truly, I’m humbled.”
There was a smirk as she glanced at him sidelong, her next comment interrupted by the grumpy sound of the bearlike man’s nearby voice. Her face was blank as she looked at him; she barely understood more than a phrase or two of Greek and had no idea their Coptic conversation was what he was complaining about. However, she took it from context when a few other voices around them were raised in the same language she spoke, rolling her eyes and turning her attention back to her companion. Yes, she would learn a whole new language just for the comfort and listening ease of her bedmate’s crew.
One of you is more than enough. Ship isn’t really a place for a woman.
Nia barely suppressed a roll of her eyes at that and the suggestions that followed, pulling a face. Yes, scrubbing the stairs sounded like a remarkable feat, as did mending the sails like he suggested before. What exactly had she signed up for when she agreed to go traipsing off with him in the middle of the night? Here she was picturing romance and tales of adventure, and it sounded more like she was being conscripted for free labor. Then again, she was always wishing she wasn’t noble, so she supposed this was her chance to try that out…
Anything she might have said about it was quickly forgotten when the cat first appeared, her eyebrows raising at the animal’s affectionate response to her companion. She supposed it made sense for a ship to have a resident rat catcher, as was evidenced by the rodent hanging from the cat’s mouth when it started walking across the deck, but she wouldn’t have taken Lukos for an animal lover. Neither was she, really, but as an Egyptian woman born and bred, cats, of course, held special significance.
When the animal made its way to her and demanded the same affection it had from Lukos, Nia smiled and complied. Scratching gently behind its ears, she commented, “Cats are sacred to us, you know. They can bring good luck to those fortunate enough to house them.” Purring softly, the rat catcher butted its head against her hand, Nia’s fingers tickling under her chin. “Some families even mummify their cats after they pass. We still have the mummified remains of my favorite cat from childhood. We named her Bastet. Predictably.”
A rumble of thunder in the distance had Nia raising her head with a frown, a dark blanket of clouds rolling in from the west. The Egyptian noblewoman had never weathered a storm in the belly of a ship, and the prospect had her nervous and cautiously excited. “Well, then,” she said as she watched the clouds move toward the sun, continuing with a bit more enthusiasm in her voice, “I suppose we won’t be mending many sails today, will we?”
“So very selfless indeed,” Nia replied with a soft laugh, shaking her head at his disdain for the raisins. She didn’t mind them, truthfully, even if they weren’t her favorite. However, she didn’t particularly care for them to be coated in juices from the goat meat, as he had so carelessly done when he dumped them into her bowl. “How will I ever repay you for such a gracious act of giving me food you don’t like? Truly, I’m humbled.”
There was a smirk as she glanced at him sidelong, her next comment interrupted by the grumpy sound of the bearlike man’s nearby voice. Her face was blank as she looked at him; she barely understood more than a phrase or two of Greek and had no idea their Coptic conversation was what he was complaining about. However, she took it from context when a few other voices around them were raised in the same language she spoke, rolling her eyes and turning her attention back to her companion. Yes, she would learn a whole new language just for the comfort and listening ease of her bedmate’s crew.
One of you is more than enough. Ship isn’t really a place for a woman.
Nia barely suppressed a roll of her eyes at that and the suggestions that followed, pulling a face. Yes, scrubbing the stairs sounded like a remarkable feat, as did mending the sails like he suggested before. What exactly had she signed up for when she agreed to go traipsing off with him in the middle of the night? Here she was picturing romance and tales of adventure, and it sounded more like she was being conscripted for free labor. Then again, she was always wishing she wasn’t noble, so she supposed this was her chance to try that out…
Anything she might have said about it was quickly forgotten when the cat first appeared, her eyebrows raising at the animal’s affectionate response to her companion. She supposed it made sense for a ship to have a resident rat catcher, as was evidenced by the rodent hanging from the cat’s mouth when it started walking across the deck, but she wouldn’t have taken Lukos for an animal lover. Neither was she, really, but as an Egyptian woman born and bred, cats, of course, held special significance.
When the animal made its way to her and demanded the same affection it had from Lukos, Nia smiled and complied. Scratching gently behind its ears, she commented, “Cats are sacred to us, you know. They can bring good luck to those fortunate enough to house them.” Purring softly, the rat catcher butted its head against her hand, Nia’s fingers tickling under her chin. “Some families even mummify their cats after they pass. We still have the mummified remains of my favorite cat from childhood. We named her Bastet. Predictably.”
A rumble of thunder in the distance had Nia raising her head with a frown, a dark blanket of clouds rolling in from the west. The Egyptian noblewoman had never weathered a storm in the belly of a ship, and the prospect had her nervous and cautiously excited. “Well, then,” she said as she watched the clouds move toward the sun, continuing with a bit more enthusiasm in her voice, “I suppose we won’t be mending many sails today, will we?”
He wasn’t looking at Nia while the cat rubbed against his hand. His attention remained on his cat’s face as she purred and tilted up her head, eyes closed contentedly. She turned her face downward so that he’d be sure to scratch behind her ears and, of course, to rub just beneath her jaw. Lukos shook his head, always bemused when anything at all sought his company. Though, she was easy to figure out - she came because she wanted treats and knew she’d get them from here. Killer of men he was, but he, like all humans, was subject to the whims of his gray feline.
“Cats are sacred to us, you know. They can bring good luck to those fortunate enough to house them.”
“Yes,” he said slowly and took a bit of meat from his plate to put it on the deck. Cat bent down and snatched it up, practically inhaling the food without tasting it. She looked up for another piece but Lukos pretended to be too busy eating to notice. She tried her luck with Nia instead, taking up the same flirty behavior that was sure to get her fed.
“I went on quite the little adventure to get that animal.” He didn’t elaborate much more than that on his misadventure with the Queen of Egypt, whose identity he still remained unaware. To him, she was Khema and as far as the Queen wanted it, she’d remain that way.
“Some families even mummify their cats after they pass. We still have the mummified remains of my favorite cat from childhood. We named her Bastet. Predictably.” Nia said and Lukos drew in a deep breath through his nose as he chewed, squinting at her while she told her story.
“See,” he said around his mouthful. “That’s a little too far for me.” He chewed a little more and swallowed, now waving his bowl around for emphasis. “It’s a cat. I have to clean that thing’s box-”
”No you don’t-” shouted a voice across the deck.
Lukos ignored this and repeated what he’d been saying. He’d forgotten for a moment that Catos spoke Coptic as well or better than he did. “I have to clean that thing’s box. She is not divine.”
Before that conversation could continue much further, thunder rumbled and Nia’s reaction had Lukos looking behind them to check the clouds. It rained so very rarely in Egypt that he was mildly surprised, but it wasn’t unheard of. Perhaps Nia hadn’t been in many storms, for she assumed aloud that they wouldn’t have to mend sails now.
“Don’t worry,” he assured her, taking another bite of his food, perfectly unconcerned about the black clouds boiling up in the sky behind them. “We have plenty to do.”
The storm broke within hours and the downpour was so thick that people were mere shadows across the deck. Lukos hadn’t seen rain like it in a long, long time. The Nile swelled over its banks and he stayed at the railing for a little while, letting the rain pelt along his back and drip from his nose, watching crocodiles swimming placidly through the deluge. Eventually he went down to his cabin, stripping down from his clothes and leaving them to dry. If Nia didn’t want to work, though, she was shit out of luck.
Lukos had a second pair of trousers and another shirt that he slipped into. Nia could wander about naked all she liked but he wanted some gods damned pants on since it wasn’t blue blazes hot. Taking her out of his cabin, he motioned that the hallway would be slippery. Water poured in rivers down the exposed stairs that were slicker than ice from decades of constant use. He pulled Nia down into the inner darkness of the ship with a single flickering candle used to light the gloomy interior.
Rain dripped here and there but it was mostly dry where the supplies were kept. Shadows darted along the walls, some pursued by a fluffy gray tailed cat. Lukos pulled down a large crate and opened the lid. He handed the candle to Nia to hold and showed her the interior of the crate: it was filled with pretty bracelets of dyed leather that were utterly worthless to most people. Most people who weren’t Bedoan. There were some wooden idols and some other common items - plates, bowls, satchels, wrapped clay pots.
“You ever barter?” Lukos asked with an arched brow.
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He wasn’t looking at Nia while the cat rubbed against his hand. His attention remained on his cat’s face as she purred and tilted up her head, eyes closed contentedly. She turned her face downward so that he’d be sure to scratch behind her ears and, of course, to rub just beneath her jaw. Lukos shook his head, always bemused when anything at all sought his company. Though, she was easy to figure out - she came because she wanted treats and knew she’d get them from here. Killer of men he was, but he, like all humans, was subject to the whims of his gray feline.
“Cats are sacred to us, you know. They can bring good luck to those fortunate enough to house them.”
“Yes,” he said slowly and took a bit of meat from his plate to put it on the deck. Cat bent down and snatched it up, practically inhaling the food without tasting it. She looked up for another piece but Lukos pretended to be too busy eating to notice. She tried her luck with Nia instead, taking up the same flirty behavior that was sure to get her fed.
“I went on quite the little adventure to get that animal.” He didn’t elaborate much more than that on his misadventure with the Queen of Egypt, whose identity he still remained unaware. To him, she was Khema and as far as the Queen wanted it, she’d remain that way.
“Some families even mummify their cats after they pass. We still have the mummified remains of my favorite cat from childhood. We named her Bastet. Predictably.” Nia said and Lukos drew in a deep breath through his nose as he chewed, squinting at her while she told her story.
“See,” he said around his mouthful. “That’s a little too far for me.” He chewed a little more and swallowed, now waving his bowl around for emphasis. “It’s a cat. I have to clean that thing’s box-”
”No you don’t-” shouted a voice across the deck.
Lukos ignored this and repeated what he’d been saying. He’d forgotten for a moment that Catos spoke Coptic as well or better than he did. “I have to clean that thing’s box. She is not divine.”
Before that conversation could continue much further, thunder rumbled and Nia’s reaction had Lukos looking behind them to check the clouds. It rained so very rarely in Egypt that he was mildly surprised, but it wasn’t unheard of. Perhaps Nia hadn’t been in many storms, for she assumed aloud that they wouldn’t have to mend sails now.
“Don’t worry,” he assured her, taking another bite of his food, perfectly unconcerned about the black clouds boiling up in the sky behind them. “We have plenty to do.”
The storm broke within hours and the downpour was so thick that people were mere shadows across the deck. Lukos hadn’t seen rain like it in a long, long time. The Nile swelled over its banks and he stayed at the railing for a little while, letting the rain pelt along his back and drip from his nose, watching crocodiles swimming placidly through the deluge. Eventually he went down to his cabin, stripping down from his clothes and leaving them to dry. If Nia didn’t want to work, though, she was shit out of luck.
Lukos had a second pair of trousers and another shirt that he slipped into. Nia could wander about naked all she liked but he wanted some gods damned pants on since it wasn’t blue blazes hot. Taking her out of his cabin, he motioned that the hallway would be slippery. Water poured in rivers down the exposed stairs that were slicker than ice from decades of constant use. He pulled Nia down into the inner darkness of the ship with a single flickering candle used to light the gloomy interior.
Rain dripped here and there but it was mostly dry where the supplies were kept. Shadows darted along the walls, some pursued by a fluffy gray tailed cat. Lukos pulled down a large crate and opened the lid. He handed the candle to Nia to hold and showed her the interior of the crate: it was filled with pretty bracelets of dyed leather that were utterly worthless to most people. Most people who weren’t Bedoan. There were some wooden idols and some other common items - plates, bowls, satchels, wrapped clay pots.
“You ever barter?” Lukos asked with an arched brow.
He wasn’t looking at Nia while the cat rubbed against his hand. His attention remained on his cat’s face as she purred and tilted up her head, eyes closed contentedly. She turned her face downward so that he’d be sure to scratch behind her ears and, of course, to rub just beneath her jaw. Lukos shook his head, always bemused when anything at all sought his company. Though, she was easy to figure out - she came because she wanted treats and knew she’d get them from here. Killer of men he was, but he, like all humans, was subject to the whims of his gray feline.
“Cats are sacred to us, you know. They can bring good luck to those fortunate enough to house them.”
“Yes,” he said slowly and took a bit of meat from his plate to put it on the deck. Cat bent down and snatched it up, practically inhaling the food without tasting it. She looked up for another piece but Lukos pretended to be too busy eating to notice. She tried her luck with Nia instead, taking up the same flirty behavior that was sure to get her fed.
“I went on quite the little adventure to get that animal.” He didn’t elaborate much more than that on his misadventure with the Queen of Egypt, whose identity he still remained unaware. To him, she was Khema and as far as the Queen wanted it, she’d remain that way.
“Some families even mummify their cats after they pass. We still have the mummified remains of my favorite cat from childhood. We named her Bastet. Predictably.” Nia said and Lukos drew in a deep breath through his nose as he chewed, squinting at her while she told her story.
“See,” he said around his mouthful. “That’s a little too far for me.” He chewed a little more and swallowed, now waving his bowl around for emphasis. “It’s a cat. I have to clean that thing’s box-”
”No you don’t-” shouted a voice across the deck.
Lukos ignored this and repeated what he’d been saying. He’d forgotten for a moment that Catos spoke Coptic as well or better than he did. “I have to clean that thing’s box. She is not divine.”
Before that conversation could continue much further, thunder rumbled and Nia’s reaction had Lukos looking behind them to check the clouds. It rained so very rarely in Egypt that he was mildly surprised, but it wasn’t unheard of. Perhaps Nia hadn’t been in many storms, for she assumed aloud that they wouldn’t have to mend sails now.
“Don’t worry,” he assured her, taking another bite of his food, perfectly unconcerned about the black clouds boiling up in the sky behind them. “We have plenty to do.”
The storm broke within hours and the downpour was so thick that people were mere shadows across the deck. Lukos hadn’t seen rain like it in a long, long time. The Nile swelled over its banks and he stayed at the railing for a little while, letting the rain pelt along his back and drip from his nose, watching crocodiles swimming placidly through the deluge. Eventually he went down to his cabin, stripping down from his clothes and leaving them to dry. If Nia didn’t want to work, though, she was shit out of luck.
Lukos had a second pair of trousers and another shirt that he slipped into. Nia could wander about naked all she liked but he wanted some gods damned pants on since it wasn’t blue blazes hot. Taking her out of his cabin, he motioned that the hallway would be slippery. Water poured in rivers down the exposed stairs that were slicker than ice from decades of constant use. He pulled Nia down into the inner darkness of the ship with a single flickering candle used to light the gloomy interior.
Rain dripped here and there but it was mostly dry where the supplies were kept. Shadows darted along the walls, some pursued by a fluffy gray tailed cat. Lukos pulled down a large crate and opened the lid. He handed the candle to Nia to hold and showed her the interior of the crate: it was filled with pretty bracelets of dyed leather that were utterly worthless to most people. Most people who weren’t Bedoan. There were some wooden idols and some other common items - plates, bowls, satchels, wrapped clay pots.
“You ever barter?” Lukos asked with an arched brow.
When the cat came to Nia to entice her out of more food, of course, she relented. Scratching the feline’s head for a moment, she pulled out two chunks of goat and laid them on the deck to her with a grin. Who was she to resist the demands of a sacred creature? Plus, she was so damn cute…
The fluffball graciously accepted her offering, munching up the meat while Nia looked at Lukos with a raised brow. Stifling a laugh at his crew member’s insistence that he did not clean the animal’s box, she snorted and shook her head. He could claim cats weren’t divine all he liked, but he wasn’t Egyptian. He couldn’t be expected to understand.
“Say what you will, but she and I know the truth.” The cat had already made quick work of the meat Nia gave her, sidling up to rub against her side and beg for more. Scratching under her chin, Nia smiled. “Isn’t that right, hm? He’ll regret it saying it later; he just doesn’t know any better.”
By then, the clouds had started rolling in, thunder rumbling along the water like harsh drumbeats. While initially she was thrilled that she wouldn’t have to perform the chores Lukos had outlined, he quickly disavowed her of that notion. “Lovely,” she muttered sarcastically when he calmly informed her there was still much to do. What could they really do while a storm raged around them? Obviously, she wasn’t very well acquainted with the inner workings of ships, despite the fact her family practically owned their own fleet.
When the storm broke, it took only minutes for her to be soaked to the skin, wrinkling her nose in distaste. Rain was such a rarity in Egypt that such an occurrence was about the last thing she had expected. Unlike the captain, she did not stand around to let it soak her further, retreating below deck to his cabin where her belongings were stashed. Quickly stripping off her sodden kalasiris, she held it up and looked at it helplessly. Where could she even stash it so that it would dry? She supposed it would just have to wait until later when the rain cleared up.
As soon as Lukos was in the cabin with her, she threw her soaked clothing in the same pile as his and pulled out another gown from the few she had brought. In the time she had been down here, the heat had evaporated most of the water from her skin, so she was relatively dry when she tied the skirt around her hips.
Carefully stepping after Lukos as he led her deeper into the ship, she slipped a few times along the slick hallway, only barely managing to catch herself by grabbing onto his arm. Once they were down the treacherous path, she glared back at it in annoyance, as if its very existence personally offended her.
She peered over his shoulder curiously when he stopped in front of a big crate and showed her its contents. Reaching out to run her fingers lightly over the woven bracelets and various odds and ends the box contained, she shook her head at his question. “My father is a merchant, but I never paid much attention to his dealings,” she admitted, picking up one of the bracelets and pulling it closer to the candleflame so she could see it better. “I mean, I know what bartering is, obviously, but my older sister is the one that usually accompanies our father for such things. My talents are… elsewhere,” she added with a laugh. “Who are you bartering with?”
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When the cat came to Nia to entice her out of more food, of course, she relented. Scratching the feline’s head for a moment, she pulled out two chunks of goat and laid them on the deck to her with a grin. Who was she to resist the demands of a sacred creature? Plus, she was so damn cute…
The fluffball graciously accepted her offering, munching up the meat while Nia looked at Lukos with a raised brow. Stifling a laugh at his crew member’s insistence that he did not clean the animal’s box, she snorted and shook her head. He could claim cats weren’t divine all he liked, but he wasn’t Egyptian. He couldn’t be expected to understand.
“Say what you will, but she and I know the truth.” The cat had already made quick work of the meat Nia gave her, sidling up to rub against her side and beg for more. Scratching under her chin, Nia smiled. “Isn’t that right, hm? He’ll regret it saying it later; he just doesn’t know any better.”
By then, the clouds had started rolling in, thunder rumbling along the water like harsh drumbeats. While initially she was thrilled that she wouldn’t have to perform the chores Lukos had outlined, he quickly disavowed her of that notion. “Lovely,” she muttered sarcastically when he calmly informed her there was still much to do. What could they really do while a storm raged around them? Obviously, she wasn’t very well acquainted with the inner workings of ships, despite the fact her family practically owned their own fleet.
When the storm broke, it took only minutes for her to be soaked to the skin, wrinkling her nose in distaste. Rain was such a rarity in Egypt that such an occurrence was about the last thing she had expected. Unlike the captain, she did not stand around to let it soak her further, retreating below deck to his cabin where her belongings were stashed. Quickly stripping off her sodden kalasiris, she held it up and looked at it helplessly. Where could she even stash it so that it would dry? She supposed it would just have to wait until later when the rain cleared up.
As soon as Lukos was in the cabin with her, she threw her soaked clothing in the same pile as his and pulled out another gown from the few she had brought. In the time she had been down here, the heat had evaporated most of the water from her skin, so she was relatively dry when she tied the skirt around her hips.
Carefully stepping after Lukos as he led her deeper into the ship, she slipped a few times along the slick hallway, only barely managing to catch herself by grabbing onto his arm. Once they were down the treacherous path, she glared back at it in annoyance, as if its very existence personally offended her.
She peered over his shoulder curiously when he stopped in front of a big crate and showed her its contents. Reaching out to run her fingers lightly over the woven bracelets and various odds and ends the box contained, she shook her head at his question. “My father is a merchant, but I never paid much attention to his dealings,” she admitted, picking up one of the bracelets and pulling it closer to the candleflame so she could see it better. “I mean, I know what bartering is, obviously, but my older sister is the one that usually accompanies our father for such things. My talents are… elsewhere,” she added with a laugh. “Who are you bartering with?”
When the cat came to Nia to entice her out of more food, of course, she relented. Scratching the feline’s head for a moment, she pulled out two chunks of goat and laid them on the deck to her with a grin. Who was she to resist the demands of a sacred creature? Plus, she was so damn cute…
The fluffball graciously accepted her offering, munching up the meat while Nia looked at Lukos with a raised brow. Stifling a laugh at his crew member’s insistence that he did not clean the animal’s box, she snorted and shook her head. He could claim cats weren’t divine all he liked, but he wasn’t Egyptian. He couldn’t be expected to understand.
“Say what you will, but she and I know the truth.” The cat had already made quick work of the meat Nia gave her, sidling up to rub against her side and beg for more. Scratching under her chin, Nia smiled. “Isn’t that right, hm? He’ll regret it saying it later; he just doesn’t know any better.”
By then, the clouds had started rolling in, thunder rumbling along the water like harsh drumbeats. While initially she was thrilled that she wouldn’t have to perform the chores Lukos had outlined, he quickly disavowed her of that notion. “Lovely,” she muttered sarcastically when he calmly informed her there was still much to do. What could they really do while a storm raged around them? Obviously, she wasn’t very well acquainted with the inner workings of ships, despite the fact her family practically owned their own fleet.
When the storm broke, it took only minutes for her to be soaked to the skin, wrinkling her nose in distaste. Rain was such a rarity in Egypt that such an occurrence was about the last thing she had expected. Unlike the captain, she did not stand around to let it soak her further, retreating below deck to his cabin where her belongings were stashed. Quickly stripping off her sodden kalasiris, she held it up and looked at it helplessly. Where could she even stash it so that it would dry? She supposed it would just have to wait until later when the rain cleared up.
As soon as Lukos was in the cabin with her, she threw her soaked clothing in the same pile as his and pulled out another gown from the few she had brought. In the time she had been down here, the heat had evaporated most of the water from her skin, so she was relatively dry when she tied the skirt around her hips.
Carefully stepping after Lukos as he led her deeper into the ship, she slipped a few times along the slick hallway, only barely managing to catch herself by grabbing onto his arm. Once they were down the treacherous path, she glared back at it in annoyance, as if its very existence personally offended her.
She peered over his shoulder curiously when he stopped in front of a big crate and showed her its contents. Reaching out to run her fingers lightly over the woven bracelets and various odds and ends the box contained, she shook her head at his question. “My father is a merchant, but I never paid much attention to his dealings,” she admitted, picking up one of the bracelets and pulling it closer to the candleflame so she could see it better. “I mean, I know what bartering is, obviously, but my older sister is the one that usually accompanies our father for such things. My talents are… elsewhere,” she added with a laugh. “Who are you bartering with?”
He knew the contents of this box were nothing amazing. She was too used to fine things, even if she did not personally wear them. The human soul longed for things of beauty and when eyes were used to feasting on things like rippling linen and rubies as clear as rain drops, silver hoops like rings of moonlight, those sorts of things made looking at colorful leather straps a bit like starving. The patterns were intense and the colors bright, but they weren’t refined. They were garish and poor by comparison to golden snake bands curling around someone’s arm like so many people wore.
She dutifully looked down, running her fingers over the contents. He watched the bracelets shift over each other, half following her trailing fingers but stilling once she’d moved on. The candle played across her cheekbones, throwing them into sharp relief. Orange firelight gleamed off her hair and he thought her so very beautiful in that unguarded moment. She would get him so much money if he put her up for sale. He braced his elbow on the side of the crate, chin resting in his palm as his eyes trailed along her neck and shoulder, down to her breasts, to the knotted linen at her hips…
“My father is a merchant, but I never paid much attention to his dealings,” she said, breaking into his daydream. He blinked, eyes following the bracelet she picked up. His gaze remained there for a second or two then shifted to her face as she went on to say that bartering wasn’t part of her skillset. “Who are you bartering with?” She finally asked.
“Bedoans,” he said and pointed to the contents of the crate. “I give them that and they give me people. Sometimes. Sometimes,” and here he stood back up from where he’d been crouched down. “They give me baskets. There’s this one tribe, can’t remember which, they make these huge baskets.” He made a wide motion with his arms, indicating the size of it. “I could have curled up in these things. It was the fucking weirdest thing to transport. Took up a fuck ton of room but it didn’t weigh all that much,” he mused, looking over Nia’s head at the memory of himself and Arktos each absolutely loaded down with teal and magenta colored baskets.
“They didn’t sell as well as you might think,” he concluded, shaking his head to break free of that weird memory. “If you’re really lucky, they’ll have cheetah cubs.” Bedoa was not usually terribly lucrative for him unless there were slaves to be had or to be sold. It was why he didn’t generally go to Bedoa but it was a closer and easier distance to take Nia to for a little lark than anything more time consuming.
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He knew the contents of this box were nothing amazing. She was too used to fine things, even if she did not personally wear them. The human soul longed for things of beauty and when eyes were used to feasting on things like rippling linen and rubies as clear as rain drops, silver hoops like rings of moonlight, those sorts of things made looking at colorful leather straps a bit like starving. The patterns were intense and the colors bright, but they weren’t refined. They were garish and poor by comparison to golden snake bands curling around someone’s arm like so many people wore.
She dutifully looked down, running her fingers over the contents. He watched the bracelets shift over each other, half following her trailing fingers but stilling once she’d moved on. The candle played across her cheekbones, throwing them into sharp relief. Orange firelight gleamed off her hair and he thought her so very beautiful in that unguarded moment. She would get him so much money if he put her up for sale. He braced his elbow on the side of the crate, chin resting in his palm as his eyes trailed along her neck and shoulder, down to her breasts, to the knotted linen at her hips…
“My father is a merchant, but I never paid much attention to his dealings,” she said, breaking into his daydream. He blinked, eyes following the bracelet she picked up. His gaze remained there for a second or two then shifted to her face as she went on to say that bartering wasn’t part of her skillset. “Who are you bartering with?” She finally asked.
“Bedoans,” he said and pointed to the contents of the crate. “I give them that and they give me people. Sometimes. Sometimes,” and here he stood back up from where he’d been crouched down. “They give me baskets. There’s this one tribe, can’t remember which, they make these huge baskets.” He made a wide motion with his arms, indicating the size of it. “I could have curled up in these things. It was the fucking weirdest thing to transport. Took up a fuck ton of room but it didn’t weigh all that much,” he mused, looking over Nia’s head at the memory of himself and Arktos each absolutely loaded down with teal and magenta colored baskets.
“They didn’t sell as well as you might think,” he concluded, shaking his head to break free of that weird memory. “If you’re really lucky, they’ll have cheetah cubs.” Bedoa was not usually terribly lucrative for him unless there were slaves to be had or to be sold. It was why he didn’t generally go to Bedoa but it was a closer and easier distance to take Nia to for a little lark than anything more time consuming.
He knew the contents of this box were nothing amazing. She was too used to fine things, even if she did not personally wear them. The human soul longed for things of beauty and when eyes were used to feasting on things like rippling linen and rubies as clear as rain drops, silver hoops like rings of moonlight, those sorts of things made looking at colorful leather straps a bit like starving. The patterns were intense and the colors bright, but they weren’t refined. They were garish and poor by comparison to golden snake bands curling around someone’s arm like so many people wore.
She dutifully looked down, running her fingers over the contents. He watched the bracelets shift over each other, half following her trailing fingers but stilling once she’d moved on. The candle played across her cheekbones, throwing them into sharp relief. Orange firelight gleamed off her hair and he thought her so very beautiful in that unguarded moment. She would get him so much money if he put her up for sale. He braced his elbow on the side of the crate, chin resting in his palm as his eyes trailed along her neck and shoulder, down to her breasts, to the knotted linen at her hips…
“My father is a merchant, but I never paid much attention to his dealings,” she said, breaking into his daydream. He blinked, eyes following the bracelet she picked up. His gaze remained there for a second or two then shifted to her face as she went on to say that bartering wasn’t part of her skillset. “Who are you bartering with?” She finally asked.
“Bedoans,” he said and pointed to the contents of the crate. “I give them that and they give me people. Sometimes. Sometimes,” and here he stood back up from where he’d been crouched down. “They give me baskets. There’s this one tribe, can’t remember which, they make these huge baskets.” He made a wide motion with his arms, indicating the size of it. “I could have curled up in these things. It was the fucking weirdest thing to transport. Took up a fuck ton of room but it didn’t weigh all that much,” he mused, looking over Nia’s head at the memory of himself and Arktos each absolutely loaded down with teal and magenta colored baskets.
“They didn’t sell as well as you might think,” he concluded, shaking his head to break free of that weird memory. “If you’re really lucky, they’ll have cheetah cubs.” Bedoa was not usually terribly lucrative for him unless there were slaves to be had or to be sold. It was why he didn’t generally go to Bedoa but it was a closer and easier distance to take Nia to for a little lark than anything more time consuming.
Nia could feel the trail of his gaze like fingers as it slid over sleek curves, the corner of her lips lifting in a smirk. Had she been aware of the pirate’s thoughts as his eyes travelled along her body, perhaps she would not have been so flattered, but there were times when ignorance was bliss. As it was, she subtly leaned forward at a more attractive angle to inspect the crate’s contents, candlelight playing along the graceful arc of her body. She was shameless when it came to such things, particularly when his eyes and his hands alike had already traced nearly every inch of her.
She listened with polite interest as he went on to speak of bartering with the Bedoans, how he could trade such seemingly innocuous things for slaves. He told the story about the large baskets, Nia chuckling at the thought of a human curling up inside one. He mentioned they didn’t sell very well, and she nodded. How many people had need of such a thing? If it was truly that large, it had to get heavy when it was loaded. How easy could it really be to carry?
When he mentioned the cheetah cubs, there was more genuine interest in her features as she turned to look at him—withdrawing her hand from the crate after finding little of real appeal to her. “Those must be expensive,” she mused; after all, it was not a common animal to see out and about in the lower parts of the city. She knew that some of the nobles kept them as pets, but Nia had always been deemed too irresponsible for one of her own. Wisely, perhaps; there were days she forgot to feed herself, much less another creature. Even the cats they’d had as she grew up weren’t truly hers, more a shared responsibility among all the siblings. Which worked out perfectly in her case; she got all the fun with very little of the work.
“Would they take things like this in exchange for them?” she asked curiously, gesturing toward the contents of the crate. The little knowledge of trade she possessed came in the form of handing off coins to a man at a bar or a merchant in the souk. How did one determine worth when it came to exchanging goods instead of money? Were a few bracelets worth a cheetah or a slave?
“How do you even figure that out?” Rather than pondering on it, she figured she might as well ask; she had already told Lukos she had no idea how any of this worked. Was she expected to help when they made landfall? She couldn’t very well do that if she had no idea what she was doing. “Is there like… a system or something? Two bracelets equals one cheetah? Or do you just.. figure it out when you get there?”
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Nia could feel the trail of his gaze like fingers as it slid over sleek curves, the corner of her lips lifting in a smirk. Had she been aware of the pirate’s thoughts as his eyes travelled along her body, perhaps she would not have been so flattered, but there were times when ignorance was bliss. As it was, she subtly leaned forward at a more attractive angle to inspect the crate’s contents, candlelight playing along the graceful arc of her body. She was shameless when it came to such things, particularly when his eyes and his hands alike had already traced nearly every inch of her.
She listened with polite interest as he went on to speak of bartering with the Bedoans, how he could trade such seemingly innocuous things for slaves. He told the story about the large baskets, Nia chuckling at the thought of a human curling up inside one. He mentioned they didn’t sell very well, and she nodded. How many people had need of such a thing? If it was truly that large, it had to get heavy when it was loaded. How easy could it really be to carry?
When he mentioned the cheetah cubs, there was more genuine interest in her features as she turned to look at him—withdrawing her hand from the crate after finding little of real appeal to her. “Those must be expensive,” she mused; after all, it was not a common animal to see out and about in the lower parts of the city. She knew that some of the nobles kept them as pets, but Nia had always been deemed too irresponsible for one of her own. Wisely, perhaps; there were days she forgot to feed herself, much less another creature. Even the cats they’d had as she grew up weren’t truly hers, more a shared responsibility among all the siblings. Which worked out perfectly in her case; she got all the fun with very little of the work.
“Would they take things like this in exchange for them?” she asked curiously, gesturing toward the contents of the crate. The little knowledge of trade she possessed came in the form of handing off coins to a man at a bar or a merchant in the souk. How did one determine worth when it came to exchanging goods instead of money? Were a few bracelets worth a cheetah or a slave?
“How do you even figure that out?” Rather than pondering on it, she figured she might as well ask; she had already told Lukos she had no idea how any of this worked. Was she expected to help when they made landfall? She couldn’t very well do that if she had no idea what she was doing. “Is there like… a system or something? Two bracelets equals one cheetah? Or do you just.. figure it out when you get there?”
Nia could feel the trail of his gaze like fingers as it slid over sleek curves, the corner of her lips lifting in a smirk. Had she been aware of the pirate’s thoughts as his eyes travelled along her body, perhaps she would not have been so flattered, but there were times when ignorance was bliss. As it was, she subtly leaned forward at a more attractive angle to inspect the crate’s contents, candlelight playing along the graceful arc of her body. She was shameless when it came to such things, particularly when his eyes and his hands alike had already traced nearly every inch of her.
She listened with polite interest as he went on to speak of bartering with the Bedoans, how he could trade such seemingly innocuous things for slaves. He told the story about the large baskets, Nia chuckling at the thought of a human curling up inside one. He mentioned they didn’t sell very well, and she nodded. How many people had need of such a thing? If it was truly that large, it had to get heavy when it was loaded. How easy could it really be to carry?
When he mentioned the cheetah cubs, there was more genuine interest in her features as she turned to look at him—withdrawing her hand from the crate after finding little of real appeal to her. “Those must be expensive,” she mused; after all, it was not a common animal to see out and about in the lower parts of the city. She knew that some of the nobles kept them as pets, but Nia had always been deemed too irresponsible for one of her own. Wisely, perhaps; there were days she forgot to feed herself, much less another creature. Even the cats they’d had as she grew up weren’t truly hers, more a shared responsibility among all the siblings. Which worked out perfectly in her case; she got all the fun with very little of the work.
“Would they take things like this in exchange for them?” she asked curiously, gesturing toward the contents of the crate. The little knowledge of trade she possessed came in the form of handing off coins to a man at a bar or a merchant in the souk. How did one determine worth when it came to exchanging goods instead of money? Were a few bracelets worth a cheetah or a slave?
“How do you even figure that out?” Rather than pondering on it, she figured she might as well ask; she had already told Lukos she had no idea how any of this worked. Was she expected to help when they made landfall? She couldn’t very well do that if she had no idea what she was doing. “Is there like… a system or something? Two bracelets equals one cheetah? Or do you just.. figure it out when you get there?”
Lukos shifted onto his butt, scooting backward until his back met the side of the ship. He crossed his arms, watching her curving herself into an even more alluring position. A grin lit his features. Gods but he loved women like this. So giving. So sweet. So easy. No strings, no desires beyond the immediate. She was, in short, perfect, made even more so by her desire not to wear much clothing. His gaze had lingered mostly on her as he spoke, though drifted away from time to time. It came back to her as she asked the first of her questions.
“Those must be expensive.” Not so much a question as an observation but Lukos tilted his head back and forth, teetering one hand also.
“Depends. Some places yes, some places they won’t even buy them. Know your markets,” he advised. He was thinking of one time, while his late captain had been alive, they’d headed from Egypt with cheetah cubs up into Greece. Not one of those spotted fuzzballs had sold. Captain Sophos had the notion that maybe he’d just keep them, then. Lukos had watched the cubs be kept in cages that were meant for humans and were much too small for the fast growing cats. There wasn’t enough food, either. And because the cheetahs didn’t have a lot of handling, they were feral things who were hungry and lashing out whenever they were let up on deck.
Captain Sophos had them all tossed into the Aegean and wrote them off as losses. Then he’d had most of the crew whipped for letting him make such a mistake in the first place. Lukos was one of the lucky ones tied to the mast and got to enjoy his round of lashes from the whip. He flexed his shoulders at the memory and shook it off.
“Would they take things like this in exchange for them?” Nia gestured to the contents of the crate and Lukos lifted his brows, having completely forgotten about the nearly worthless shit in that box for a few minutes. He glanced at the shadowed bracelets and bangles. Well. Not worthless. In the desert, leather was extremely hard to come by. Even if they didn’t use these for their intended purposes of decoration, they could retrofit them for any number of other uses and have them be pretty to boot. It was sort of a win, win. A case of the haves and have nots, as all trades were.
“Perhaps,” he murmured, his eyes finding her breasts again and then moving more appropriately up to her face. “Perhaps not. It really depends on which tribe is there and what it is they need. They’re nomads. They...you know.” He gestured around vaguely, his hand swiveling on his wrist as though that one motion encompassed the entirety of the hundreds of thousands of kilometers wide desert. “Wander about. They chase clouds or some shit.”
“How do you even figure that out?” Nia pressed and Lukos widened his eyes at her, growing a little exasperated. “Is there like… a system or something? Two bracelets equals one cheetah? Or do you just.. figure it out when you get there?”
“I don’t know until I get there,” he twisted his mouth. “It’s a gamble.” Rising to his feet, he came closer to the crate again and pulled the lid back over it. Then he turned, leaned down, put his shoulder to her abdomen, wrapped an arm around her thighs, and stood, hoisting her up. “You ask so many questions,” he chided and smacked her ass. Though, as soon as his hand was away, he wanted to smack it again, and so he did. “Nice. How about we go back to the cabin, you get on your knees, and we can practice the oldest of trades, hmm?”
That should pass some time until they got to Bedoa.
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Lukos shifted onto his butt, scooting backward until his back met the side of the ship. He crossed his arms, watching her curving herself into an even more alluring position. A grin lit his features. Gods but he loved women like this. So giving. So sweet. So easy. No strings, no desires beyond the immediate. She was, in short, perfect, made even more so by her desire not to wear much clothing. His gaze had lingered mostly on her as he spoke, though drifted away from time to time. It came back to her as she asked the first of her questions.
“Those must be expensive.” Not so much a question as an observation but Lukos tilted his head back and forth, teetering one hand also.
“Depends. Some places yes, some places they won’t even buy them. Know your markets,” he advised. He was thinking of one time, while his late captain had been alive, they’d headed from Egypt with cheetah cubs up into Greece. Not one of those spotted fuzzballs had sold. Captain Sophos had the notion that maybe he’d just keep them, then. Lukos had watched the cubs be kept in cages that were meant for humans and were much too small for the fast growing cats. There wasn’t enough food, either. And because the cheetahs didn’t have a lot of handling, they were feral things who were hungry and lashing out whenever they were let up on deck.
Captain Sophos had them all tossed into the Aegean and wrote them off as losses. Then he’d had most of the crew whipped for letting him make such a mistake in the first place. Lukos was one of the lucky ones tied to the mast and got to enjoy his round of lashes from the whip. He flexed his shoulders at the memory and shook it off.
“Would they take things like this in exchange for them?” Nia gestured to the contents of the crate and Lukos lifted his brows, having completely forgotten about the nearly worthless shit in that box for a few minutes. He glanced at the shadowed bracelets and bangles. Well. Not worthless. In the desert, leather was extremely hard to come by. Even if they didn’t use these for their intended purposes of decoration, they could retrofit them for any number of other uses and have them be pretty to boot. It was sort of a win, win. A case of the haves and have nots, as all trades were.
“Perhaps,” he murmured, his eyes finding her breasts again and then moving more appropriately up to her face. “Perhaps not. It really depends on which tribe is there and what it is they need. They’re nomads. They...you know.” He gestured around vaguely, his hand swiveling on his wrist as though that one motion encompassed the entirety of the hundreds of thousands of kilometers wide desert. “Wander about. They chase clouds or some shit.”
“How do you even figure that out?” Nia pressed and Lukos widened his eyes at her, growing a little exasperated. “Is there like… a system or something? Two bracelets equals one cheetah? Or do you just.. figure it out when you get there?”
“I don’t know until I get there,” he twisted his mouth. “It’s a gamble.” Rising to his feet, he came closer to the crate again and pulled the lid back over it. Then he turned, leaned down, put his shoulder to her abdomen, wrapped an arm around her thighs, and stood, hoisting her up. “You ask so many questions,” he chided and smacked her ass. Though, as soon as his hand was away, he wanted to smack it again, and so he did. “Nice. How about we go back to the cabin, you get on your knees, and we can practice the oldest of trades, hmm?”
That should pass some time until they got to Bedoa.
Lukos shifted onto his butt, scooting backward until his back met the side of the ship. He crossed his arms, watching her curving herself into an even more alluring position. A grin lit his features. Gods but he loved women like this. So giving. So sweet. So easy. No strings, no desires beyond the immediate. She was, in short, perfect, made even more so by her desire not to wear much clothing. His gaze had lingered mostly on her as he spoke, though drifted away from time to time. It came back to her as she asked the first of her questions.
“Those must be expensive.” Not so much a question as an observation but Lukos tilted his head back and forth, teetering one hand also.
“Depends. Some places yes, some places they won’t even buy them. Know your markets,” he advised. He was thinking of one time, while his late captain had been alive, they’d headed from Egypt with cheetah cubs up into Greece. Not one of those spotted fuzzballs had sold. Captain Sophos had the notion that maybe he’d just keep them, then. Lukos had watched the cubs be kept in cages that were meant for humans and were much too small for the fast growing cats. There wasn’t enough food, either. And because the cheetahs didn’t have a lot of handling, they were feral things who were hungry and lashing out whenever they were let up on deck.
Captain Sophos had them all tossed into the Aegean and wrote them off as losses. Then he’d had most of the crew whipped for letting him make such a mistake in the first place. Lukos was one of the lucky ones tied to the mast and got to enjoy his round of lashes from the whip. He flexed his shoulders at the memory and shook it off.
“Would they take things like this in exchange for them?” Nia gestured to the contents of the crate and Lukos lifted his brows, having completely forgotten about the nearly worthless shit in that box for a few minutes. He glanced at the shadowed bracelets and bangles. Well. Not worthless. In the desert, leather was extremely hard to come by. Even if they didn’t use these for their intended purposes of decoration, they could retrofit them for any number of other uses and have them be pretty to boot. It was sort of a win, win. A case of the haves and have nots, as all trades were.
“Perhaps,” he murmured, his eyes finding her breasts again and then moving more appropriately up to her face. “Perhaps not. It really depends on which tribe is there and what it is they need. They’re nomads. They...you know.” He gestured around vaguely, his hand swiveling on his wrist as though that one motion encompassed the entirety of the hundreds of thousands of kilometers wide desert. “Wander about. They chase clouds or some shit.”
“How do you even figure that out?” Nia pressed and Lukos widened his eyes at her, growing a little exasperated. “Is there like… a system or something? Two bracelets equals one cheetah? Or do you just.. figure it out when you get there?”
“I don’t know until I get there,” he twisted his mouth. “It’s a gamble.” Rising to his feet, he came closer to the crate again and pulled the lid back over it. Then he turned, leaned down, put his shoulder to her abdomen, wrapped an arm around her thighs, and stood, hoisting her up. “You ask so many questions,” he chided and smacked her ass. Though, as soon as his hand was away, he wanted to smack it again, and so he did. “Nice. How about we go back to the cabin, you get on your knees, and we can practice the oldest of trades, hmm?”
That should pass some time until they got to Bedoa.
For a moment, Nia wasn’t sure if she ought to be offended by the shortness of the man’s responses, seemingly unamused by her questions. She was just curious. He was the one that brought her down here; had he expected her to just silently marvel at a crate full of assorted odds and ends? Then again, maybe he had. If what she’d heard was correct, Greek women tended to be quieter and more demure, and perhaps that was what Lukos was used to. Well, he should’ve seen by now that she was neither quiet nor demure—the circumstances of their meeting weren’t exactly… tasteful. So, if he expected anything different of her, he was going to be sorely disappointed.
Before she could fully decide if she was upset or not, she was thrown over his shoulder with a squeak of surprise. His hand came down across her rear with a loud smack, pulling a startled laugh from her before he did it again right after. It wasn’t hard to tell what track his mind was going down now, particularly with the next words that came out of his mouth. How about we go back to the cabin, you get on your knees, and we can practice the oldest of trades, hmm?
Reaching down, Nia grabbed her own handful of his ass and smirked at his question. “Maybe if you ask really nicely, I’ll consider it,” she responded in a purr, squeezing appreciatively at her prize before letting go. “I can think of a few things you could do on your knees too, you know…”
However, she made no protest as he hauled her back to the cabin, her annoyance with him forgotten as they set to ‘practicing the oldest of trades,’ as he had so eloquently phrased it. This held far more interest to her than some cheap leather bracelets, anyway, and unlike bartering, was a subject in which she was well versed. Sure beat mending sails too.
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For a moment, Nia wasn’t sure if she ought to be offended by the shortness of the man’s responses, seemingly unamused by her questions. She was just curious. He was the one that brought her down here; had he expected her to just silently marvel at a crate full of assorted odds and ends? Then again, maybe he had. If what she’d heard was correct, Greek women tended to be quieter and more demure, and perhaps that was what Lukos was used to. Well, he should’ve seen by now that she was neither quiet nor demure—the circumstances of their meeting weren’t exactly… tasteful. So, if he expected anything different of her, he was going to be sorely disappointed.
Before she could fully decide if she was upset or not, she was thrown over his shoulder with a squeak of surprise. His hand came down across her rear with a loud smack, pulling a startled laugh from her before he did it again right after. It wasn’t hard to tell what track his mind was going down now, particularly with the next words that came out of his mouth. How about we go back to the cabin, you get on your knees, and we can practice the oldest of trades, hmm?
Reaching down, Nia grabbed her own handful of his ass and smirked at his question. “Maybe if you ask really nicely, I’ll consider it,” she responded in a purr, squeezing appreciatively at her prize before letting go. “I can think of a few things you could do on your knees too, you know…”
However, she made no protest as he hauled her back to the cabin, her annoyance with him forgotten as they set to ‘practicing the oldest of trades,’ as he had so eloquently phrased it. This held far more interest to her than some cheap leather bracelets, anyway, and unlike bartering, was a subject in which she was well versed. Sure beat mending sails too.
For a moment, Nia wasn’t sure if she ought to be offended by the shortness of the man’s responses, seemingly unamused by her questions. She was just curious. He was the one that brought her down here; had he expected her to just silently marvel at a crate full of assorted odds and ends? Then again, maybe he had. If what she’d heard was correct, Greek women tended to be quieter and more demure, and perhaps that was what Lukos was used to. Well, he should’ve seen by now that she was neither quiet nor demure—the circumstances of their meeting weren’t exactly… tasteful. So, if he expected anything different of her, he was going to be sorely disappointed.
Before she could fully decide if she was upset or not, she was thrown over his shoulder with a squeak of surprise. His hand came down across her rear with a loud smack, pulling a startled laugh from her before he did it again right after. It wasn’t hard to tell what track his mind was going down now, particularly with the next words that came out of his mouth. How about we go back to the cabin, you get on your knees, and we can practice the oldest of trades, hmm?
Reaching down, Nia grabbed her own handful of his ass and smirked at his question. “Maybe if you ask really nicely, I’ll consider it,” she responded in a purr, squeezing appreciatively at her prize before letting go. “I can think of a few things you could do on your knees too, you know…”
However, she made no protest as he hauled her back to the cabin, her annoyance with him forgotten as they set to ‘practicing the oldest of trades,’ as he had so eloquently phrased it. This held far more interest to her than some cheap leather bracelets, anyway, and unlike bartering, was a subject in which she was well versed. Sure beat mending sails too.