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The streets of Israel were more than a little hectic.
Neena had absolutely no idea what was happening that had caused so many people to flock to the streets. Perhaps it was market day, perhaps there was some announcement to be held in the central square. Or perhaps all the sellers and traders that owned the stores down the main business streets of the Judean areas of the city had all made a deal to be half price on all goods that particular day for one celebration or another.
In her limited time in Judea, even Neena had managed to work out that the Jewish people certainly liked their religious ceremonies and festivals and that so many of them somehow required the social side of life to shut down and be dedicated wholly to their God.
Neena neither understood it, nor could empathise with it as she had no faith herself. But she knew it to be the case and therefore chalked up the busyness of the day to be the product of one such festivity or celebration.
Plus, it suited her just fine.
Neena loved to people watch.
Some folks lived their lives to measure it in money, prestige, power... others for the businesses they could create, the families they could birth, the legacies they could leave behind. Neena lived for experiences. Places, activities, foods, people... it didn't matter what it was or how it was given to her. She grabbed it with both hands and jumped right in.
And one of her favourite pastimes (when there was no-one to meet or nothing to do) was to make those experiences for herself - within her mind. Experiences that she could wonder at and suppose and consider for each of the strangers that walked by, too busy to interact with her and offer her the real story behind their hurrying feet or their stooped back. It was a limitless form of entertainment and, best of all, it was free.
Which was all the more useful to a young woman who had, in general, nothing to her name and no roof over her head.
Moving down the streets at a pace that was casual and yet a little speedy (because walking too slow in a crowd like this would only serve to have Neena flat on her back and beneath the sandals of the Chosen People in no time flat), Neena was careful in how she glanced at innocent passer-by. She had come to realise early in this habitual game that to stare too much was to rouse defensive suspicion and could cause misunderstandings and anger. The trick was to look quickly and intensely and then look away, retaining the image of the individual in your mind so that you could play the game within your own mental sphere.
Or, find somewhere to watch from where no-one could see you.
The thought was not a new one but not always possible. However, this time, Neena was standing in the centre of a street with buildings on either side with flat tops to their roofs. Looking up and around herself, in search of a potential perch that was reachable, Neena was quick to note the shadow and shape of an individual who had done just that.
With the sun at their back, it was impossible to tell who the watchful observer was - even if they were male or female. They were simply a black blob that was so out of shape it was her guess that they were either exceedingly fat or simply wearing traditional Judean clothes which were not exactly figure hugging.
Immediately spotting where the person had attained the high ground - for they had left a piece of wooden racking against the wall - presumably so that they could get down, Neena hurried in that direction.
With her little pixie tunic constructed from layers of multi-coloured chiffon, it was easy for Neena to raise each foot, her knee drawing all the way to her neck, before she would take her next climbing step. It was a mark of her flexibility and her strength, that she was able to climb up onto the roof without effort, noise or extended time. She landed with an almost silent little putt of sandals meeting sandy rooftop.
Looking over at the edge of the building, where she had seen the shape, Neena quickly spotted the young man that had been casting his silhouette from on-high and headed in that direction.
Within five dancing steps, Neena had come over to the edge beside him, plopped down so that her lower legs hung side by side with his and drawn her shoulders in, her hands pressed between her thighs.
"Whatcha doooin'?" Neena asked, drawling the words in Hebrew in the hopes that it had the same casual affect upon the greeting as it would have had in Bedoan...
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The streets of Israel were more than a little hectic.
Neena had absolutely no idea what was happening that had caused so many people to flock to the streets. Perhaps it was market day, perhaps there was some announcement to be held in the central square. Or perhaps all the sellers and traders that owned the stores down the main business streets of the Judean areas of the city had all made a deal to be half price on all goods that particular day for one celebration or another.
In her limited time in Judea, even Neena had managed to work out that the Jewish people certainly liked their religious ceremonies and festivals and that so many of them somehow required the social side of life to shut down and be dedicated wholly to their God.
Neena neither understood it, nor could empathise with it as she had no faith herself. But she knew it to be the case and therefore chalked up the busyness of the day to be the product of one such festivity or celebration.
Plus, it suited her just fine.
Neena loved to people watch.
Some folks lived their lives to measure it in money, prestige, power... others for the businesses they could create, the families they could birth, the legacies they could leave behind. Neena lived for experiences. Places, activities, foods, people... it didn't matter what it was or how it was given to her. She grabbed it with both hands and jumped right in.
And one of her favourite pastimes (when there was no-one to meet or nothing to do) was to make those experiences for herself - within her mind. Experiences that she could wonder at and suppose and consider for each of the strangers that walked by, too busy to interact with her and offer her the real story behind their hurrying feet or their stooped back. It was a limitless form of entertainment and, best of all, it was free.
Which was all the more useful to a young woman who had, in general, nothing to her name and no roof over her head.
Moving down the streets at a pace that was casual and yet a little speedy (because walking too slow in a crowd like this would only serve to have Neena flat on her back and beneath the sandals of the Chosen People in no time flat), Neena was careful in how she glanced at innocent passer-by. She had come to realise early in this habitual game that to stare too much was to rouse defensive suspicion and could cause misunderstandings and anger. The trick was to look quickly and intensely and then look away, retaining the image of the individual in your mind so that you could play the game within your own mental sphere.
Or, find somewhere to watch from where no-one could see you.
The thought was not a new one but not always possible. However, this time, Neena was standing in the centre of a street with buildings on either side with flat tops to their roofs. Looking up and around herself, in search of a potential perch that was reachable, Neena was quick to note the shadow and shape of an individual who had done just that.
With the sun at their back, it was impossible to tell who the watchful observer was - even if they were male or female. They were simply a black blob that was so out of shape it was her guess that they were either exceedingly fat or simply wearing traditional Judean clothes which were not exactly figure hugging.
Immediately spotting where the person had attained the high ground - for they had left a piece of wooden racking against the wall - presumably so that they could get down, Neena hurried in that direction.
With her little pixie tunic constructed from layers of multi-coloured chiffon, it was easy for Neena to raise each foot, her knee drawing all the way to her neck, before she would take her next climbing step. It was a mark of her flexibility and her strength, that she was able to climb up onto the roof without effort, noise or extended time. She landed with an almost silent little putt of sandals meeting sandy rooftop.
Looking over at the edge of the building, where she had seen the shape, Neena quickly spotted the young man that had been casting his silhouette from on-high and headed in that direction.
Within five dancing steps, Neena had come over to the edge beside him, plopped down so that her lower legs hung side by side with his and drawn her shoulders in, her hands pressed between her thighs.
"Whatcha doooin'?" Neena asked, drawling the words in Hebrew in the hopes that it had the same casual affect upon the greeting as it would have had in Bedoan...
The streets of Israel were more than a little hectic.
Neena had absolutely no idea what was happening that had caused so many people to flock to the streets. Perhaps it was market day, perhaps there was some announcement to be held in the central square. Or perhaps all the sellers and traders that owned the stores down the main business streets of the Judean areas of the city had all made a deal to be half price on all goods that particular day for one celebration or another.
In her limited time in Judea, even Neena had managed to work out that the Jewish people certainly liked their religious ceremonies and festivals and that so many of them somehow required the social side of life to shut down and be dedicated wholly to their God.
Neena neither understood it, nor could empathise with it as she had no faith herself. But she knew it to be the case and therefore chalked up the busyness of the day to be the product of one such festivity or celebration.
Plus, it suited her just fine.
Neena loved to people watch.
Some folks lived their lives to measure it in money, prestige, power... others for the businesses they could create, the families they could birth, the legacies they could leave behind. Neena lived for experiences. Places, activities, foods, people... it didn't matter what it was or how it was given to her. She grabbed it with both hands and jumped right in.
And one of her favourite pastimes (when there was no-one to meet or nothing to do) was to make those experiences for herself - within her mind. Experiences that she could wonder at and suppose and consider for each of the strangers that walked by, too busy to interact with her and offer her the real story behind their hurrying feet or their stooped back. It was a limitless form of entertainment and, best of all, it was free.
Which was all the more useful to a young woman who had, in general, nothing to her name and no roof over her head.
Moving down the streets at a pace that was casual and yet a little speedy (because walking too slow in a crowd like this would only serve to have Neena flat on her back and beneath the sandals of the Chosen People in no time flat), Neena was careful in how she glanced at innocent passer-by. She had come to realise early in this habitual game that to stare too much was to rouse defensive suspicion and could cause misunderstandings and anger. The trick was to look quickly and intensely and then look away, retaining the image of the individual in your mind so that you could play the game within your own mental sphere.
Or, find somewhere to watch from where no-one could see you.
The thought was not a new one but not always possible. However, this time, Neena was standing in the centre of a street with buildings on either side with flat tops to their roofs. Looking up and around herself, in search of a potential perch that was reachable, Neena was quick to note the shadow and shape of an individual who had done just that.
With the sun at their back, it was impossible to tell who the watchful observer was - even if they were male or female. They were simply a black blob that was so out of shape it was her guess that they were either exceedingly fat or simply wearing traditional Judean clothes which were not exactly figure hugging.
Immediately spotting where the person had attained the high ground - for they had left a piece of wooden racking against the wall - presumably so that they could get down, Neena hurried in that direction.
With her little pixie tunic constructed from layers of multi-coloured chiffon, it was easy for Neena to raise each foot, her knee drawing all the way to her neck, before she would take her next climbing step. It was a mark of her flexibility and her strength, that she was able to climb up onto the roof without effort, noise or extended time. She landed with an almost silent little putt of sandals meeting sandy rooftop.
Looking over at the edge of the building, where she had seen the shape, Neena quickly spotted the young man that had been casting his silhouette from on-high and headed in that direction.
Within five dancing steps, Neena had come over to the edge beside him, plopped down so that her lower legs hung side by side with his and drawn her shoulders in, her hands pressed between her thighs.
"Whatcha doooin'?" Neena asked, drawling the words in Hebrew in the hopes that it had the same casual affect upon the greeting as it would have had in Bedoan...
One of his favorite things to do was to go people watch in the market and merchant stores, in Damascus and Israel. There were so many people from other places, and even those that were from the area were interesting, going about their business. It certainly wasn’t a sight to be bored with, so whenever he had the chance, he’d go to where the people were. He arrived, dressed fully in what he usually wore- traditional Judean clothing, involving a dark brown tunic and flowing pants. He caught a smile while looking around at the bustling of the merchant shops, and while he looked over at what the merchants were selling, he didn’t buy anything. He really didn’t need anything. But he did come for something… Thaddeus glanced up, his eyes searching for the perfect spot. Once he finally found it, he hurried over to the wall, where he found stable racking and proceeded to lift himself onto the roof.
Of course, Thaddeus’s immediate thought was it wasn’t the best idea to be on the roof, and he knew his brother would be angry if anything happened to him if he had been stupid, but then again, it was a nice view. And so, he decided to stay up there, sure that he was perfectly safe. He grinned as he moved, though cautiously, along the roof until he found a spot that he really liked, and sat down. He moved his legs inward, wrapping his arms around his knees as the man relaxed. He took a breath, his chest rising and falling as easily as he did so. It was quite peaceful up on the roof, and he thanked Yahweh for being so blessed. Thaddeus didn’t notice someone joining him so high up, and he didn’t even hear a sound coming from behind him. He didn’t even *feel* someone sitting down so close to him, which made the voice even more surprising to the dark haired man.
It was certainly unexpected, and, as he heard the voice behind him, he let out a yelp. ”AH!” the sound was released from him as he quickly moved away from whoever- or whatever it was. Unfortunately, in moving so frantically, Thaddeus lost his grip on the roof, and started sliding down. He let out a gasp as he widened his eyes as he realized what was happening, and clawed as he continued to slide down. “No no no no no!” He whined, digging his nails in to try to stop himself from falling off the edge. Finally, his tunic caught on the material the roof was made of, and he let out a panicked breath. He held onto the roof for dear life, his knuckles turning white from how hard he clamped down, and glanced over to see how close he was. He was close…. Not close enough to fall off, but his foot was currently hanging over the edge. Thaddeus was too scared to even move, but he slowly, carefully, moved his head towards what had scared him in the first place. It was… a woman… interesting. He didn’t really have time to think too much more about it, and he showed her a smile. “Uh… hello…” All he really wanted now was to get away from the edge of the roof and back to safety.
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One of his favorite things to do was to go people watch in the market and merchant stores, in Damascus and Israel. There were so many people from other places, and even those that were from the area were interesting, going about their business. It certainly wasn’t a sight to be bored with, so whenever he had the chance, he’d go to where the people were. He arrived, dressed fully in what he usually wore- traditional Judean clothing, involving a dark brown tunic and flowing pants. He caught a smile while looking around at the bustling of the merchant shops, and while he looked over at what the merchants were selling, he didn’t buy anything. He really didn’t need anything. But he did come for something… Thaddeus glanced up, his eyes searching for the perfect spot. Once he finally found it, he hurried over to the wall, where he found stable racking and proceeded to lift himself onto the roof.
Of course, Thaddeus’s immediate thought was it wasn’t the best idea to be on the roof, and he knew his brother would be angry if anything happened to him if he had been stupid, but then again, it was a nice view. And so, he decided to stay up there, sure that he was perfectly safe. He grinned as he moved, though cautiously, along the roof until he found a spot that he really liked, and sat down. He moved his legs inward, wrapping his arms around his knees as the man relaxed. He took a breath, his chest rising and falling as easily as he did so. It was quite peaceful up on the roof, and he thanked Yahweh for being so blessed. Thaddeus didn’t notice someone joining him so high up, and he didn’t even hear a sound coming from behind him. He didn’t even *feel* someone sitting down so close to him, which made the voice even more surprising to the dark haired man.
It was certainly unexpected, and, as he heard the voice behind him, he let out a yelp. ”AH!” the sound was released from him as he quickly moved away from whoever- or whatever it was. Unfortunately, in moving so frantically, Thaddeus lost his grip on the roof, and started sliding down. He let out a gasp as he widened his eyes as he realized what was happening, and clawed as he continued to slide down. “No no no no no!” He whined, digging his nails in to try to stop himself from falling off the edge. Finally, his tunic caught on the material the roof was made of, and he let out a panicked breath. He held onto the roof for dear life, his knuckles turning white from how hard he clamped down, and glanced over to see how close he was. He was close…. Not close enough to fall off, but his foot was currently hanging over the edge. Thaddeus was too scared to even move, but he slowly, carefully, moved his head towards what had scared him in the first place. It was… a woman… interesting. He didn’t really have time to think too much more about it, and he showed her a smile. “Uh… hello…” All he really wanted now was to get away from the edge of the roof and back to safety.
One of his favorite things to do was to go people watch in the market and merchant stores, in Damascus and Israel. There were so many people from other places, and even those that were from the area were interesting, going about their business. It certainly wasn’t a sight to be bored with, so whenever he had the chance, he’d go to where the people were. He arrived, dressed fully in what he usually wore- traditional Judean clothing, involving a dark brown tunic and flowing pants. He caught a smile while looking around at the bustling of the merchant shops, and while he looked over at what the merchants were selling, he didn’t buy anything. He really didn’t need anything. But he did come for something… Thaddeus glanced up, his eyes searching for the perfect spot. Once he finally found it, he hurried over to the wall, where he found stable racking and proceeded to lift himself onto the roof.
Of course, Thaddeus’s immediate thought was it wasn’t the best idea to be on the roof, and he knew his brother would be angry if anything happened to him if he had been stupid, but then again, it was a nice view. And so, he decided to stay up there, sure that he was perfectly safe. He grinned as he moved, though cautiously, along the roof until he found a spot that he really liked, and sat down. He moved his legs inward, wrapping his arms around his knees as the man relaxed. He took a breath, his chest rising and falling as easily as he did so. It was quite peaceful up on the roof, and he thanked Yahweh for being so blessed. Thaddeus didn’t notice someone joining him so high up, and he didn’t even hear a sound coming from behind him. He didn’t even *feel* someone sitting down so close to him, which made the voice even more surprising to the dark haired man.
It was certainly unexpected, and, as he heard the voice behind him, he let out a yelp. ”AH!” the sound was released from him as he quickly moved away from whoever- or whatever it was. Unfortunately, in moving so frantically, Thaddeus lost his grip on the roof, and started sliding down. He let out a gasp as he widened his eyes as he realized what was happening, and clawed as he continued to slide down. “No no no no no!” He whined, digging his nails in to try to stop himself from falling off the edge. Finally, his tunic caught on the material the roof was made of, and he let out a panicked breath. He held onto the roof for dear life, his knuckles turning white from how hard he clamped down, and glanced over to see how close he was. He was close…. Not close enough to fall off, but his foot was currently hanging over the edge. Thaddeus was too scared to even move, but he slowly, carefully, moved his head towards what had scared him in the first place. It was… a woman… interesting. He didn’t really have time to think too much more about it, and he showed her a smile. “Uh… hello…” All he really wanted now was to get away from the edge of the roof and back to safety.
Neena hadn't meant to scare the man. A woman of grace and poise; of experience in dance and careful physical activities like juggling and circus tricks, Neena's control over her own muscles and movements meant that she often moved quietly. This fact wasn't an issue if she knew the person whom she approached for, normally, her mouth preceded her appearance. Calling out a hello, a greeting, an insult or flirty comment, there was little chance of Neena's presence being a surprise.
Aside from when she was meeting someone new and hadn't greeted him until she was seated next to him.
A mistake she instantly recognised, given that her natural friendliness and hyper activity of tone, meant that her greeting was enough to shock the man into upsetting his seat and losing his grip.
Neena's mouth popped open in surprise as the young man began to slip down the slanted surface of the rooftop, over the awning of the shop below and seemed unable to stop his downward tumble and slide. Having reached out to him, Neena was too far from his position to clutch at his clothes before he was beyond her reach and then she had to watch in a moment of guilt that tightened her throat and contorted her features, as the young Israelite gasped and panicked to himself in Hebrew as he fell.
Luckily, the brunette managed to catch himself, his fingertips turning white as the weight of his body pulled upon his digits. His panicked expression looked up and around at her, where she remained on the edge of the rooftop. Her hands were tight upon the edging of the stone by her rear and her torso leant out over the edge to watch him as he had gone down, her features a mask of worry.
"Hi." She told him with a soft and flickering smile of awkwardness at the situation. Letting go of one side of the rooftop edge, her body twisting to look down at him, Neena hung there like a monkey, raising a hand to warn him not to move. "Just hold on a moment." She hoped she used the right words in Hebrew - her language skills heavily accented but the meaning clear enough.
Kicking off her little thong sandals and putting them over the edge of the roof onto the flat surface above, Neena scrambled around and used her hands and feet to clamber like an animal across the slowing roof and down towards the man she had shocked into a literal downward spiral. Noting the swaths of fabric that surrounded him across the tile and straw, Neena wasn't surprised that the man had slipped. You could get a good grip with that much material in the way.
Making sure that her feet were secure and her toes curved around a ridge on the rooftop, Neena reached out towards one of the Judean's hands fixed hard and white upon his saving hold.
"Give me your hand." She told the man with a smile she hoped was sincere and assuring enough that he would overlook her status as a stranger and a bearing of dark and foreign skin. "I'll help you back up."
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Neena hadn't meant to scare the man. A woman of grace and poise; of experience in dance and careful physical activities like juggling and circus tricks, Neena's control over her own muscles and movements meant that she often moved quietly. This fact wasn't an issue if she knew the person whom she approached for, normally, her mouth preceded her appearance. Calling out a hello, a greeting, an insult or flirty comment, there was little chance of Neena's presence being a surprise.
Aside from when she was meeting someone new and hadn't greeted him until she was seated next to him.
A mistake she instantly recognised, given that her natural friendliness and hyper activity of tone, meant that her greeting was enough to shock the man into upsetting his seat and losing his grip.
Neena's mouth popped open in surprise as the young man began to slip down the slanted surface of the rooftop, over the awning of the shop below and seemed unable to stop his downward tumble and slide. Having reached out to him, Neena was too far from his position to clutch at his clothes before he was beyond her reach and then she had to watch in a moment of guilt that tightened her throat and contorted her features, as the young Israelite gasped and panicked to himself in Hebrew as he fell.
Luckily, the brunette managed to catch himself, his fingertips turning white as the weight of his body pulled upon his digits. His panicked expression looked up and around at her, where she remained on the edge of the rooftop. Her hands were tight upon the edging of the stone by her rear and her torso leant out over the edge to watch him as he had gone down, her features a mask of worry.
"Hi." She told him with a soft and flickering smile of awkwardness at the situation. Letting go of one side of the rooftop edge, her body twisting to look down at him, Neena hung there like a monkey, raising a hand to warn him not to move. "Just hold on a moment." She hoped she used the right words in Hebrew - her language skills heavily accented but the meaning clear enough.
Kicking off her little thong sandals and putting them over the edge of the roof onto the flat surface above, Neena scrambled around and used her hands and feet to clamber like an animal across the slowing roof and down towards the man she had shocked into a literal downward spiral. Noting the swaths of fabric that surrounded him across the tile and straw, Neena wasn't surprised that the man had slipped. You could get a good grip with that much material in the way.
Making sure that her feet were secure and her toes curved around a ridge on the rooftop, Neena reached out towards one of the Judean's hands fixed hard and white upon his saving hold.
"Give me your hand." She told the man with a smile she hoped was sincere and assuring enough that he would overlook her status as a stranger and a bearing of dark and foreign skin. "I'll help you back up."
Neena hadn't meant to scare the man. A woman of grace and poise; of experience in dance and careful physical activities like juggling and circus tricks, Neena's control over her own muscles and movements meant that she often moved quietly. This fact wasn't an issue if she knew the person whom she approached for, normally, her mouth preceded her appearance. Calling out a hello, a greeting, an insult or flirty comment, there was little chance of Neena's presence being a surprise.
Aside from when she was meeting someone new and hadn't greeted him until she was seated next to him.
A mistake she instantly recognised, given that her natural friendliness and hyper activity of tone, meant that her greeting was enough to shock the man into upsetting his seat and losing his grip.
Neena's mouth popped open in surprise as the young man began to slip down the slanted surface of the rooftop, over the awning of the shop below and seemed unable to stop his downward tumble and slide. Having reached out to him, Neena was too far from his position to clutch at his clothes before he was beyond her reach and then she had to watch in a moment of guilt that tightened her throat and contorted her features, as the young Israelite gasped and panicked to himself in Hebrew as he fell.
Luckily, the brunette managed to catch himself, his fingertips turning white as the weight of his body pulled upon his digits. His panicked expression looked up and around at her, where she remained on the edge of the rooftop. Her hands were tight upon the edging of the stone by her rear and her torso leant out over the edge to watch him as he had gone down, her features a mask of worry.
"Hi." She told him with a soft and flickering smile of awkwardness at the situation. Letting go of one side of the rooftop edge, her body twisting to look down at him, Neena hung there like a monkey, raising a hand to warn him not to move. "Just hold on a moment." She hoped she used the right words in Hebrew - her language skills heavily accented but the meaning clear enough.
Kicking off her little thong sandals and putting them over the edge of the roof onto the flat surface above, Neena scrambled around and used her hands and feet to clamber like an animal across the slowing roof and down towards the man she had shocked into a literal downward spiral. Noting the swaths of fabric that surrounded him across the tile and straw, Neena wasn't surprised that the man had slipped. You could get a good grip with that much material in the way.
Making sure that her feet were secure and her toes curved around a ridge on the rooftop, Neena reached out towards one of the Judean's hands fixed hard and white upon his saving hold.
"Give me your hand." She told the man with a smile she hoped was sincere and assuring enough that he would overlook her status as a stranger and a bearing of dark and foreign skin. "I'll help you back up."
Thaddeus always liked to be in places that gave him the best view. He didn't even hesitate as he saw the roof; it was a perfect opportunity. It didn't also take long for him to get onto it, and before long, he settled in what was a comfortable position on the roof of the building. Thaddeus smiled as he watched the crowds go by, so entranced that he did not even see another person moving closer towards him. He heard the voice, and it was all over- and he was sliding down. Thad had yelled out even before he started sliding, but now he was in a more significant deal of panic. He didn't know how to stop from falling, nor did he know what exactly was happening, but he just knew he needed to find a way to stick to the roof once more.
He looked over at her, still panicking but at least not slipping anymore. He felt the lack of roof under one of his shoes, which let him know he was not out of danger yet. He gripped the roof for dear life, trying not to fall entirely down to the hard ground. He looked up to see the person who had scared him, and as he looked closer, he saw that it was a lady. Not just any lady, but….. Thaddeus gave her a nervous smile as she replied to him, and Thaddeus watched as she started moving towards him. He didn't move, in fear that something really bad might happen. Her accent was… strange, and while he could understand her, the accent made it somewhat tricky. But he stayed put, waiting quite patiently to be helped. He paused as he saw her hand gripping the top of his hand and stared at it. It was… well, a much darker color than his, and he was curious about it.
It was… well, he decided that it was pretty. Beautiful even. He had seen some travelers from other places come to his home, especially in Israel, but every time he was surprised. He looked up at her and cocked his head to the side, almost forgetting how much danger he was in. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by her instructions. He was supposed to…. Loosen his grip from the roof?! "But I'm going to fall!" He protested, frowning nervously once more. He took a big heaving sigh, closing his eyes, and just took a chance. He lifted his hand and wrapped his fingers around hers, squeezing her hand very tightly. It was evident that he was scared. He heard her next words and nodded.
"How?" Was she going to lift him? He doubted she could do that, she was a woman…. "I don't want to fall…. I don't want to move either." He had barely wanted to take her hand! He looked over her, back at her dark skin. "I don't even know you." He wanted to trust her, but this was his life they were talking about. "Isn't there an easier way? Maybe I can stay here." It was silly, but in the moment of his panic, it seemed logical.
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Thaddeus always liked to be in places that gave him the best view. He didn't even hesitate as he saw the roof; it was a perfect opportunity. It didn't also take long for him to get onto it, and before long, he settled in what was a comfortable position on the roof of the building. Thaddeus smiled as he watched the crowds go by, so entranced that he did not even see another person moving closer towards him. He heard the voice, and it was all over- and he was sliding down. Thad had yelled out even before he started sliding, but now he was in a more significant deal of panic. He didn't know how to stop from falling, nor did he know what exactly was happening, but he just knew he needed to find a way to stick to the roof once more.
He looked over at her, still panicking but at least not slipping anymore. He felt the lack of roof under one of his shoes, which let him know he was not out of danger yet. He gripped the roof for dear life, trying not to fall entirely down to the hard ground. He looked up to see the person who had scared him, and as he looked closer, he saw that it was a lady. Not just any lady, but….. Thaddeus gave her a nervous smile as she replied to him, and Thaddeus watched as she started moving towards him. He didn't move, in fear that something really bad might happen. Her accent was… strange, and while he could understand her, the accent made it somewhat tricky. But he stayed put, waiting quite patiently to be helped. He paused as he saw her hand gripping the top of his hand and stared at it. It was… well, a much darker color than his, and he was curious about it.
It was… well, he decided that it was pretty. Beautiful even. He had seen some travelers from other places come to his home, especially in Israel, but every time he was surprised. He looked up at her and cocked his head to the side, almost forgetting how much danger he was in. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by her instructions. He was supposed to…. Loosen his grip from the roof?! "But I'm going to fall!" He protested, frowning nervously once more. He took a big heaving sigh, closing his eyes, and just took a chance. He lifted his hand and wrapped his fingers around hers, squeezing her hand very tightly. It was evident that he was scared. He heard her next words and nodded.
"How?" Was she going to lift him? He doubted she could do that, she was a woman…. "I don't want to fall…. I don't want to move either." He had barely wanted to take her hand! He looked over her, back at her dark skin. "I don't even know you." He wanted to trust her, but this was his life they were talking about. "Isn't there an easier way? Maybe I can stay here." It was silly, but in the moment of his panic, it seemed logical.
Thaddeus always liked to be in places that gave him the best view. He didn't even hesitate as he saw the roof; it was a perfect opportunity. It didn't also take long for him to get onto it, and before long, he settled in what was a comfortable position on the roof of the building. Thaddeus smiled as he watched the crowds go by, so entranced that he did not even see another person moving closer towards him. He heard the voice, and it was all over- and he was sliding down. Thad had yelled out even before he started sliding, but now he was in a more significant deal of panic. He didn't know how to stop from falling, nor did he know what exactly was happening, but he just knew he needed to find a way to stick to the roof once more.
He looked over at her, still panicking but at least not slipping anymore. He felt the lack of roof under one of his shoes, which let him know he was not out of danger yet. He gripped the roof for dear life, trying not to fall entirely down to the hard ground. He looked up to see the person who had scared him, and as he looked closer, he saw that it was a lady. Not just any lady, but….. Thaddeus gave her a nervous smile as she replied to him, and Thaddeus watched as she started moving towards him. He didn't move, in fear that something really bad might happen. Her accent was… strange, and while he could understand her, the accent made it somewhat tricky. But he stayed put, waiting quite patiently to be helped. He paused as he saw her hand gripping the top of his hand and stared at it. It was… well, a much darker color than his, and he was curious about it.
It was… well, he decided that it was pretty. Beautiful even. He had seen some travelers from other places come to his home, especially in Israel, but every time he was surprised. He looked up at her and cocked his head to the side, almost forgetting how much danger he was in. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by her instructions. He was supposed to…. Loosen his grip from the roof?! "But I'm going to fall!" He protested, frowning nervously once more. He took a big heaving sigh, closing his eyes, and just took a chance. He lifted his hand and wrapped his fingers around hers, squeezing her hand very tightly. It was evident that he was scared. He heard her next words and nodded.
"How?" Was she going to lift him? He doubted she could do that, she was a woman…. "I don't want to fall…. I don't want to move either." He had barely wanted to take her hand! He looked over her, back at her dark skin. "I don't even know you." He wanted to trust her, but this was his life they were talking about. "Isn't there an easier way? Maybe I can stay here." It was silly, but in the moment of his panic, it seemed logical.
It was clear to Neena that the young man might have been used to climbing up to high places in order to people watch but was significantly less familiar with having to descend in a calm and rational manner or maintain his cool when rushing around over rooftops. Unlike Neena, who had had to learn quickly how to dart over rooftops - stone, ceramic or straw built - on angles and at speed in order to escape whatever situation the need to fill her stomach had gotten her into, this young man wore fine clothes and had a complexion that suggested he hadn't gone hungry in his life.
Nor, it was clear from his scrambling, had he climbed awkward rooftops before. Which meant he was entirely unsure - understandably - of taking her hand when she insisted that he needed to let go of his moorings and trust her to pull him up. Because there was no way that he was about to succeed in doing it himself. Each time he had a secure hand, he moved it to try and find a better. Each time he had a tenuous grip with his fingers or toes, he held on for dear life, fearful of falling instead of seeking a better hold. He behaved as any amateur climber would; more concerned with falling backwards than he was with climbing forwards, not realising that the latter would prevent the former.
When he reacted in suspected fashion, insisting that he would fall, Neena shook her head and tried to offer him a broad smile.
"I have a tight hold." She told him, looking backwards towards the hand that still supported her hanging from the lip of the roof. "I'll be able to pull you up."
Having worked as a manual slave - a role that involved hard labour - pretty much from birth, Neena was stronger than the average female. And whilst she wasn't confident, she could get him up and over the lip of the rooftop, she knew that, so long as she could get him within reach of it, the combined efforts of the two of them would get him home safe once more.
When the young Judean was finally confident - or desperate - enough to scramble to reach out for her hand, Neena made sure that her grip around his wrist was hard and strong, as he took hers in turn. The hold she gave him was - she hoped - able to communicate her physical power but also a sense of security that she would get him to safety. A flailing Jew was heavier than a calm one.
"Push with the sides of your feet." She said, in what she hoped was easy enough Hebrew to be understood. "Not your toes." If he pushed with his toes, the chances were that he would push himself out from the rooftop and closer towards gravity's grip.
Frozen with uncertainty as his weight was balanced between his flattened position on the ceramic and her own shoulders, he asked if there was an easier way of getting down.
"Sure." Neena said with an encouraging smile. "I can let go. You'll roll backwards and hit the ground in seconds. Without any effort at all." She pulled a face at him. "Or you can climb."
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It was clear to Neena that the young man might have been used to climbing up to high places in order to people watch but was significantly less familiar with having to descend in a calm and rational manner or maintain his cool when rushing around over rooftops. Unlike Neena, who had had to learn quickly how to dart over rooftops - stone, ceramic or straw built - on angles and at speed in order to escape whatever situation the need to fill her stomach had gotten her into, this young man wore fine clothes and had a complexion that suggested he hadn't gone hungry in his life.
Nor, it was clear from his scrambling, had he climbed awkward rooftops before. Which meant he was entirely unsure - understandably - of taking her hand when she insisted that he needed to let go of his moorings and trust her to pull him up. Because there was no way that he was about to succeed in doing it himself. Each time he had a secure hand, he moved it to try and find a better. Each time he had a tenuous grip with his fingers or toes, he held on for dear life, fearful of falling instead of seeking a better hold. He behaved as any amateur climber would; more concerned with falling backwards than he was with climbing forwards, not realising that the latter would prevent the former.
When he reacted in suspected fashion, insisting that he would fall, Neena shook her head and tried to offer him a broad smile.
"I have a tight hold." She told him, looking backwards towards the hand that still supported her hanging from the lip of the roof. "I'll be able to pull you up."
Having worked as a manual slave - a role that involved hard labour - pretty much from birth, Neena was stronger than the average female. And whilst she wasn't confident, she could get him up and over the lip of the rooftop, she knew that, so long as she could get him within reach of it, the combined efforts of the two of them would get him home safe once more.
When the young Judean was finally confident - or desperate - enough to scramble to reach out for her hand, Neena made sure that her grip around his wrist was hard and strong, as he took hers in turn. The hold she gave him was - she hoped - able to communicate her physical power but also a sense of security that she would get him to safety. A flailing Jew was heavier than a calm one.
"Push with the sides of your feet." She said, in what she hoped was easy enough Hebrew to be understood. "Not your toes." If he pushed with his toes, the chances were that he would push himself out from the rooftop and closer towards gravity's grip.
Frozen with uncertainty as his weight was balanced between his flattened position on the ceramic and her own shoulders, he asked if there was an easier way of getting down.
"Sure." Neena said with an encouraging smile. "I can let go. You'll roll backwards and hit the ground in seconds. Without any effort at all." She pulled a face at him. "Or you can climb."
It was clear to Neena that the young man might have been used to climbing up to high places in order to people watch but was significantly less familiar with having to descend in a calm and rational manner or maintain his cool when rushing around over rooftops. Unlike Neena, who had had to learn quickly how to dart over rooftops - stone, ceramic or straw built - on angles and at speed in order to escape whatever situation the need to fill her stomach had gotten her into, this young man wore fine clothes and had a complexion that suggested he hadn't gone hungry in his life.
Nor, it was clear from his scrambling, had he climbed awkward rooftops before. Which meant he was entirely unsure - understandably - of taking her hand when she insisted that he needed to let go of his moorings and trust her to pull him up. Because there was no way that he was about to succeed in doing it himself. Each time he had a secure hand, he moved it to try and find a better. Each time he had a tenuous grip with his fingers or toes, he held on for dear life, fearful of falling instead of seeking a better hold. He behaved as any amateur climber would; more concerned with falling backwards than he was with climbing forwards, not realising that the latter would prevent the former.
When he reacted in suspected fashion, insisting that he would fall, Neena shook her head and tried to offer him a broad smile.
"I have a tight hold." She told him, looking backwards towards the hand that still supported her hanging from the lip of the roof. "I'll be able to pull you up."
Having worked as a manual slave - a role that involved hard labour - pretty much from birth, Neena was stronger than the average female. And whilst she wasn't confident, she could get him up and over the lip of the rooftop, she knew that, so long as she could get him within reach of it, the combined efforts of the two of them would get him home safe once more.
When the young Judean was finally confident - or desperate - enough to scramble to reach out for her hand, Neena made sure that her grip around his wrist was hard and strong, as he took hers in turn. The hold she gave him was - she hoped - able to communicate her physical power but also a sense of security that she would get him to safety. A flailing Jew was heavier than a calm one.
"Push with the sides of your feet." She said, in what she hoped was easy enough Hebrew to be understood. "Not your toes." If he pushed with his toes, the chances were that he would push himself out from the rooftop and closer towards gravity's grip.
Frozen with uncertainty as his weight was balanced between his flattened position on the ceramic and her own shoulders, he asked if there was an easier way of getting down.
"Sure." Neena said with an encouraging smile. "I can let go. You'll roll backwards and hit the ground in seconds. Without any effort at all." She pulled a face at him. "Or you can climb."
It was possible that Thaddeus hadn’t thought things totally through by climbing the roof, but he hadn’t really thought of the consequences. He had only thought of the view. He slightly regretted his choices, but he didn’t really have time to feel sorry for himself as he hung onto the roof with dear life. He had enough strength to pull his foot off from the ledge, but he clung his body with panic. He looked over at Neena, and with her being the only one around offering him help, he decided to take the chance. Of course, he was hesitant at first, but her words seemed to be genuine. He looked over at her when she said she had a tight hold, and Thaddeus nodded. “Well, alright,” Thaddeus spoke slowly, before gripping her hand, tightening his fingers around hers. He didn’t want to fall! He felt her strong grip, and on the inside the man felt utter relief. Well, maybe he wouldn’t be in danger for much longer.
He accepted her hand, even though she was clearly a stranger. Her skin was… different, but interesting. Her Hebrew made it even more obvious that she was an outsider, but That was able to understand enough. The sides of his…. Feet? He narrowed his eyes as the thought about what she was saying. Thaddeus didn’t exactly understand how she expected him to do that. He was still a little scary… He widened his eyes at her words, realizing that she was probably serious. “I’d rather you not let me go, in that case.” He said, his voice still panicked but he was relaxing even more at the idea of Neena saving him. Slowly but surely, Thaddeus tried to listen to Neena’s advice, and started to push with his feet. He slipped just a little but, due to Neena’s strong grip on him, he didn’t go anywhere. Gripping Neena he started to push with the sides of his feet, and steadily started to climb.
With Neena’s help, and by heeding her advice, Thaddeus finally reached the top. He smiled over at Neena, glad to be safe. They were still on the roof…. But he wasn’t falling off of it, and he saw that as a victory. “Thank you…. What’s your name?” he asked suddenly, feeling the need to thank her properly. “You saved my life,” He said softly, “I should be more careful next time.” He could already feel the disappointment from Amiti if he ever found out about this. His brother had warned him that climbing onto roofs was not safe, but somehow he hadn’t really listened. “Thank you again,” he said, before moving - slowly - to get down from the roof. He didn’t really feel comfortable being up there anymore.
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It was possible that Thaddeus hadn’t thought things totally through by climbing the roof, but he hadn’t really thought of the consequences. He had only thought of the view. He slightly regretted his choices, but he didn’t really have time to feel sorry for himself as he hung onto the roof with dear life. He had enough strength to pull his foot off from the ledge, but he clung his body with panic. He looked over at Neena, and with her being the only one around offering him help, he decided to take the chance. Of course, he was hesitant at first, but her words seemed to be genuine. He looked over at her when she said she had a tight hold, and Thaddeus nodded. “Well, alright,” Thaddeus spoke slowly, before gripping her hand, tightening his fingers around hers. He didn’t want to fall! He felt her strong grip, and on the inside the man felt utter relief. Well, maybe he wouldn’t be in danger for much longer.
He accepted her hand, even though she was clearly a stranger. Her skin was… different, but interesting. Her Hebrew made it even more obvious that she was an outsider, but That was able to understand enough. The sides of his…. Feet? He narrowed his eyes as the thought about what she was saying. Thaddeus didn’t exactly understand how she expected him to do that. He was still a little scary… He widened his eyes at her words, realizing that she was probably serious. “I’d rather you not let me go, in that case.” He said, his voice still panicked but he was relaxing even more at the idea of Neena saving him. Slowly but surely, Thaddeus tried to listen to Neena’s advice, and started to push with his feet. He slipped just a little but, due to Neena’s strong grip on him, he didn’t go anywhere. Gripping Neena he started to push with the sides of his feet, and steadily started to climb.
With Neena’s help, and by heeding her advice, Thaddeus finally reached the top. He smiled over at Neena, glad to be safe. They were still on the roof…. But he wasn’t falling off of it, and he saw that as a victory. “Thank you…. What’s your name?” he asked suddenly, feeling the need to thank her properly. “You saved my life,” He said softly, “I should be more careful next time.” He could already feel the disappointment from Amiti if he ever found out about this. His brother had warned him that climbing onto roofs was not safe, but somehow he hadn’t really listened. “Thank you again,” he said, before moving - slowly - to get down from the roof. He didn’t really feel comfortable being up there anymore.
It was possible that Thaddeus hadn’t thought things totally through by climbing the roof, but he hadn’t really thought of the consequences. He had only thought of the view. He slightly regretted his choices, but he didn’t really have time to feel sorry for himself as he hung onto the roof with dear life. He had enough strength to pull his foot off from the ledge, but he clung his body with panic. He looked over at Neena, and with her being the only one around offering him help, he decided to take the chance. Of course, he was hesitant at first, but her words seemed to be genuine. He looked over at her when she said she had a tight hold, and Thaddeus nodded. “Well, alright,” Thaddeus spoke slowly, before gripping her hand, tightening his fingers around hers. He didn’t want to fall! He felt her strong grip, and on the inside the man felt utter relief. Well, maybe he wouldn’t be in danger for much longer.
He accepted her hand, even though she was clearly a stranger. Her skin was… different, but interesting. Her Hebrew made it even more obvious that she was an outsider, but That was able to understand enough. The sides of his…. Feet? He narrowed his eyes as the thought about what she was saying. Thaddeus didn’t exactly understand how she expected him to do that. He was still a little scary… He widened his eyes at her words, realizing that she was probably serious. “I’d rather you not let me go, in that case.” He said, his voice still panicked but he was relaxing even more at the idea of Neena saving him. Slowly but surely, Thaddeus tried to listen to Neena’s advice, and started to push with his feet. He slipped just a little but, due to Neena’s strong grip on him, he didn’t go anywhere. Gripping Neena he started to push with the sides of his feet, and steadily started to climb.
With Neena’s help, and by heeding her advice, Thaddeus finally reached the top. He smiled over at Neena, glad to be safe. They were still on the roof…. But he wasn’t falling off of it, and he saw that as a victory. “Thank you…. What’s your name?” he asked suddenly, feeling the need to thank her properly. “You saved my life,” He said softly, “I should be more careful next time.” He could already feel the disappointment from Amiti if he ever found out about this. His brother had warned him that climbing onto roofs was not safe, but somehow he hadn’t really listened. “Thank you again,” he said, before moving - slowly - to get down from the roof. He didn’t really feel comfortable being up there anymore.
Neena made sure to keep her grip on the man's arm strong. With her physical labour over the years, not to mention the strength needed in her hands to perform some of her more lucrative money-making schemes (like performance, juggling and dancing) she had a hold on the man that would not yield to gravity's pull. Which was a good job because whilst the guy probably wouldn't die from such a fall, he would be lucky if he didn't break an ankle or leg. And those were not fun.
As the man finally stopped yabbering in fearful panic and did as he was told, sticking his toes out to the sides and walking with the sides of the balls of his feet, Neena helped him by taking the slack. She wasn't powerful enough, with her feminine physique and her short stature, to haul the Hebrew up and over onto the roof all by herself - she wasn't a miracle-worker! But she was able to hold him in place and support his weight each time he had to pause or move his feet, ensuring that he didn't slip and fall all the way to the ground when his feet or hand met with a latch that wasn't quite as helpful as it had previously appeared.
When he was pulled high enough - Neena taking several steps back across the roof top to support him coming closer - the young man was able to brace his forearm on the top edge of the building and push down. His torso came up and over the edge and by the time he could hook a knee into place, he was safe and sound.
Once he was free of the dangers of the street below - a street which, Neena found amusing, hadn't noticed the issue whatsoever and had carried on about their day with no realisation that they might have been about to take a Judean to the brain - the Jewish man was quick to dust himself down and thanked her for her aid, claiming that she had saved his life.
"Nah." Neena said with a bright smile and shrug of nonchalance, as if her efforts were nothing. "I saved your ankle. Maybe a leg. You'd have been fine. Just bored laid up in bed for weeks." She raised a finger in a knowing manner. "Being indoors that long is not fun."
The finger turned into a waving and dismissive hand when the young man said he should be more careful next time. Her head joined in and her whole frame was clearly on the negative of that comment.
"Never be careful. Careful is boring. Just... be more observant." If the man hadn't been so engrossed, he would have heard her approach and not be shocked by her appearance so much that he almost fell of the dang rooftop.
"So..." She added, moving to the edge of the building, planting fists on her hips as if the pulling of him up the side of the structure was in no way difficult, and looking out over the crowd. "Anything good going on down there?" She said, in a tone of amusement, her curiosity and determination to find entertainment in the people below a classic trait of an avid people-watcher.
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Neena made sure to keep her grip on the man's arm strong. With her physical labour over the years, not to mention the strength needed in her hands to perform some of her more lucrative money-making schemes (like performance, juggling and dancing) she had a hold on the man that would not yield to gravity's pull. Which was a good job because whilst the guy probably wouldn't die from such a fall, he would be lucky if he didn't break an ankle or leg. And those were not fun.
As the man finally stopped yabbering in fearful panic and did as he was told, sticking his toes out to the sides and walking with the sides of the balls of his feet, Neena helped him by taking the slack. She wasn't powerful enough, with her feminine physique and her short stature, to haul the Hebrew up and over onto the roof all by herself - she wasn't a miracle-worker! But she was able to hold him in place and support his weight each time he had to pause or move his feet, ensuring that he didn't slip and fall all the way to the ground when his feet or hand met with a latch that wasn't quite as helpful as it had previously appeared.
When he was pulled high enough - Neena taking several steps back across the roof top to support him coming closer - the young man was able to brace his forearm on the top edge of the building and push down. His torso came up and over the edge and by the time he could hook a knee into place, he was safe and sound.
Once he was free of the dangers of the street below - a street which, Neena found amusing, hadn't noticed the issue whatsoever and had carried on about their day with no realisation that they might have been about to take a Judean to the brain - the Jewish man was quick to dust himself down and thanked her for her aid, claiming that she had saved his life.
"Nah." Neena said with a bright smile and shrug of nonchalance, as if her efforts were nothing. "I saved your ankle. Maybe a leg. You'd have been fine. Just bored laid up in bed for weeks." She raised a finger in a knowing manner. "Being indoors that long is not fun."
The finger turned into a waving and dismissive hand when the young man said he should be more careful next time. Her head joined in and her whole frame was clearly on the negative of that comment.
"Never be careful. Careful is boring. Just... be more observant." If the man hadn't been so engrossed, he would have heard her approach and not be shocked by her appearance so much that he almost fell of the dang rooftop.
"So..." She added, moving to the edge of the building, planting fists on her hips as if the pulling of him up the side of the structure was in no way difficult, and looking out over the crowd. "Anything good going on down there?" She said, in a tone of amusement, her curiosity and determination to find entertainment in the people below a classic trait of an avid people-watcher.
Neena made sure to keep her grip on the man's arm strong. With her physical labour over the years, not to mention the strength needed in her hands to perform some of her more lucrative money-making schemes (like performance, juggling and dancing) she had a hold on the man that would not yield to gravity's pull. Which was a good job because whilst the guy probably wouldn't die from such a fall, he would be lucky if he didn't break an ankle or leg. And those were not fun.
As the man finally stopped yabbering in fearful panic and did as he was told, sticking his toes out to the sides and walking with the sides of the balls of his feet, Neena helped him by taking the slack. She wasn't powerful enough, with her feminine physique and her short stature, to haul the Hebrew up and over onto the roof all by herself - she wasn't a miracle-worker! But she was able to hold him in place and support his weight each time he had to pause or move his feet, ensuring that he didn't slip and fall all the way to the ground when his feet or hand met with a latch that wasn't quite as helpful as it had previously appeared.
When he was pulled high enough - Neena taking several steps back across the roof top to support him coming closer - the young man was able to brace his forearm on the top edge of the building and push down. His torso came up and over the edge and by the time he could hook a knee into place, he was safe and sound.
Once he was free of the dangers of the street below - a street which, Neena found amusing, hadn't noticed the issue whatsoever and had carried on about their day with no realisation that they might have been about to take a Judean to the brain - the Jewish man was quick to dust himself down and thanked her for her aid, claiming that she had saved his life.
"Nah." Neena said with a bright smile and shrug of nonchalance, as if her efforts were nothing. "I saved your ankle. Maybe a leg. You'd have been fine. Just bored laid up in bed for weeks." She raised a finger in a knowing manner. "Being indoors that long is not fun."
The finger turned into a waving and dismissive hand when the young man said he should be more careful next time. Her head joined in and her whole frame was clearly on the negative of that comment.
"Never be careful. Careful is boring. Just... be more observant." If the man hadn't been so engrossed, he would have heard her approach and not be shocked by her appearance so much that he almost fell of the dang rooftop.
"So..." She added, moving to the edge of the building, planting fists on her hips as if the pulling of him up the side of the structure was in no way difficult, and looking out over the crowd. "Anything good going on down there?" She said, in a tone of amusement, her curiosity and determination to find entertainment in the people below a classic trait of an avid people-watcher.
Thaddeus let himself be helped, as that was his only choice. Well, his other choice was to fall, but that wouldn’t do. He was thankful to have another on the roof with him, even though he didn’t know her. Her accent was interesting to him, and she looked… well, different. Unlike most Judeans, he didn’t mind so much about that part, and especially not when she was so willing to step in and save his life. Once he was safe, he dusted himself off, happy to be free from his fear now that he was in a more stable part of the roof. He glanced over to the one who had saved him, and looked surprised as the other seemed to downplay things. She did save his life! “Still, I am incredibly grateful. If falling wouldn’t have killed me, then going home to my brother after being foolish would.” He knew he was already going to get an earful if Amiti found out he had gone up on roofs again, even if nothing had happened. He didn’t want to think what he would do if something did.
He listened to her words, and nodded. “I guess being careful can be boring sometimes…and I have enough to do indoors to keep me busy. I try to go outside as much as I can however” He did like to see new places, but only to a point. Almost falling off a roof was probably the most he had been in a while. Usually, he played it safer. “More observant…right.” He considered himself pretty observant already… but he never really saw people like the one who saved him a lot. Perhaps if he was more worldly, more used to different kinds of people then he already was… Thaddeus watched the other curiously. She acted like everything was no big deal, as if everything was easy. He wondered how it was to live like that. He smiled at her words, and glanced down at the scenery they had a pretty good view of.
“People going about their lives.” He loved to watch people- it was his favorite past-time. “Life is Yahweh’s gift and I love watching people going about their day just as much as I like talking to them.” Thaddeus confessed, watching the activity below them. He looked back over at her, and cocked his head. “What is your name again?” It was important and he didn’t want to forget it. “Do you come to the merchant stores often?”
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Thaddeus let himself be helped, as that was his only choice. Well, his other choice was to fall, but that wouldn’t do. He was thankful to have another on the roof with him, even though he didn’t know her. Her accent was interesting to him, and she looked… well, different. Unlike most Judeans, he didn’t mind so much about that part, and especially not when she was so willing to step in and save his life. Once he was safe, he dusted himself off, happy to be free from his fear now that he was in a more stable part of the roof. He glanced over to the one who had saved him, and looked surprised as the other seemed to downplay things. She did save his life! “Still, I am incredibly grateful. If falling wouldn’t have killed me, then going home to my brother after being foolish would.” He knew he was already going to get an earful if Amiti found out he had gone up on roofs again, even if nothing had happened. He didn’t want to think what he would do if something did.
He listened to her words, and nodded. “I guess being careful can be boring sometimes…and I have enough to do indoors to keep me busy. I try to go outside as much as I can however” He did like to see new places, but only to a point. Almost falling off a roof was probably the most he had been in a while. Usually, he played it safer. “More observant…right.” He considered himself pretty observant already… but he never really saw people like the one who saved him a lot. Perhaps if he was more worldly, more used to different kinds of people then he already was… Thaddeus watched the other curiously. She acted like everything was no big deal, as if everything was easy. He wondered how it was to live like that. He smiled at her words, and glanced down at the scenery they had a pretty good view of.
“People going about their lives.” He loved to watch people- it was his favorite past-time. “Life is Yahweh’s gift and I love watching people going about their day just as much as I like talking to them.” Thaddeus confessed, watching the activity below them. He looked back over at her, and cocked his head. “What is your name again?” It was important and he didn’t want to forget it. “Do you come to the merchant stores often?”
Thaddeus let himself be helped, as that was his only choice. Well, his other choice was to fall, but that wouldn’t do. He was thankful to have another on the roof with him, even though he didn’t know her. Her accent was interesting to him, and she looked… well, different. Unlike most Judeans, he didn’t mind so much about that part, and especially not when she was so willing to step in and save his life. Once he was safe, he dusted himself off, happy to be free from his fear now that he was in a more stable part of the roof. He glanced over to the one who had saved him, and looked surprised as the other seemed to downplay things. She did save his life! “Still, I am incredibly grateful. If falling wouldn’t have killed me, then going home to my brother after being foolish would.” He knew he was already going to get an earful if Amiti found out he had gone up on roofs again, even if nothing had happened. He didn’t want to think what he would do if something did.
He listened to her words, and nodded. “I guess being careful can be boring sometimes…and I have enough to do indoors to keep me busy. I try to go outside as much as I can however” He did like to see new places, but only to a point. Almost falling off a roof was probably the most he had been in a while. Usually, he played it safer. “More observant…right.” He considered himself pretty observant already… but he never really saw people like the one who saved him a lot. Perhaps if he was more worldly, more used to different kinds of people then he already was… Thaddeus watched the other curiously. She acted like everything was no big deal, as if everything was easy. He wondered how it was to live like that. He smiled at her words, and glanced down at the scenery they had a pretty good view of.
“People going about their lives.” He loved to watch people- it was his favorite past-time. “Life is Yahweh’s gift and I love watching people going about their day just as much as I like talking to them.” Thaddeus confessed, watching the activity below them. He looked back over at her, and cocked his head. “What is your name again?” It was important and he didn’t want to forget it. “Do you come to the merchant stores often?”
Neena laughed a little at the young man's comment that she had saved his neck, not necessarily from the fall but from the chastisement he might have been dealt at the hands of a brother that clearly kept him on a high standard level of behaviour. She rolled her eyes at the young man, offering at least a silent understanding of what it meant to have family that expected you to behave a certain way.
Not that she had all that much experience with family and familial duties.
When the boy spoke of lots of things to do indoors and how being outside was a more minor use of his time and efforts, Neena's expression changed to a look of comedic disbelief. Neena was definitely an outdoors person and couldn't comprehend how anyone could be comfortable, engaged and entertained by the same four walls that never changed.
When he joined her to look down upon the street, Neena's lips broke into a smile once more, however, at the idea of life being something worthy of a present.
"Well... I don't know who gave it but it's definitely a gift, that's for sure. I like people watching but only to get new ideas for what I can do with my life." She shrugged brightly at the guy, her head tilted at the idea.
It was then that he asked for her name and she stuck out an enthusiastic hand to be shaken in introduction.
"Oh sorry! I'm Neena." Her palm was open and friendly as she encouraging him to take it. "And I'm amazing. It's nice to meet you." She wrinkled her nose a little to show she was only semi-joking and then shook her head in answer to his second query. "And nope. Visiting merchants means you have to have money. Fairly moot task if you don't." She laughed as if being penniless was no big deal and totally acceptable to her life. "I just like walking around and meeting new people. Having new experiences... like saving Judeans who think they can fly... That kind of thing!"
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Neena laughed a little at the young man's comment that she had saved his neck, not necessarily from the fall but from the chastisement he might have been dealt at the hands of a brother that clearly kept him on a high standard level of behaviour. She rolled her eyes at the young man, offering at least a silent understanding of what it meant to have family that expected you to behave a certain way.
Not that she had all that much experience with family and familial duties.
When the boy spoke of lots of things to do indoors and how being outside was a more minor use of his time and efforts, Neena's expression changed to a look of comedic disbelief. Neena was definitely an outdoors person and couldn't comprehend how anyone could be comfortable, engaged and entertained by the same four walls that never changed.
When he joined her to look down upon the street, Neena's lips broke into a smile once more, however, at the idea of life being something worthy of a present.
"Well... I don't know who gave it but it's definitely a gift, that's for sure. I like people watching but only to get new ideas for what I can do with my life." She shrugged brightly at the guy, her head tilted at the idea.
It was then that he asked for her name and she stuck out an enthusiastic hand to be shaken in introduction.
"Oh sorry! I'm Neena." Her palm was open and friendly as she encouraging him to take it. "And I'm amazing. It's nice to meet you." She wrinkled her nose a little to show she was only semi-joking and then shook her head in answer to his second query. "And nope. Visiting merchants means you have to have money. Fairly moot task if you don't." She laughed as if being penniless was no big deal and totally acceptable to her life. "I just like walking around and meeting new people. Having new experiences... like saving Judeans who think they can fly... That kind of thing!"
Neena laughed a little at the young man's comment that she had saved his neck, not necessarily from the fall but from the chastisement he might have been dealt at the hands of a brother that clearly kept him on a high standard level of behaviour. She rolled her eyes at the young man, offering at least a silent understanding of what it meant to have family that expected you to behave a certain way.
Not that she had all that much experience with family and familial duties.
When the boy spoke of lots of things to do indoors and how being outside was a more minor use of his time and efforts, Neena's expression changed to a look of comedic disbelief. Neena was definitely an outdoors person and couldn't comprehend how anyone could be comfortable, engaged and entertained by the same four walls that never changed.
When he joined her to look down upon the street, Neena's lips broke into a smile once more, however, at the idea of life being something worthy of a present.
"Well... I don't know who gave it but it's definitely a gift, that's for sure. I like people watching but only to get new ideas for what I can do with my life." She shrugged brightly at the guy, her head tilted at the idea.
It was then that he asked for her name and she stuck out an enthusiastic hand to be shaken in introduction.
"Oh sorry! I'm Neena." Her palm was open and friendly as she encouraging him to take it. "And I'm amazing. It's nice to meet you." She wrinkled her nose a little to show she was only semi-joking and then shook her head in answer to his second query. "And nope. Visiting merchants means you have to have money. Fairly moot task if you don't." She laughed as if being penniless was no big deal and totally acceptable to her life. "I just like walking around and meeting new people. Having new experiences... like saving Judeans who think they can fly... That kind of thing!"
Thaddeus was grateful to her, and he gave Neena a smile. She brought up some good points. “I like people watching because I get to live through people. I don’t think I’m looking for ideas for my own life… it’s just enjoyable to watch to see how people live. Maybe do things I cannot.” It was an entertainment outlet Thaddeus had, and he used it often. It’s not like he thought he would change his life based on what he saw, but it was fun all the same to see what choices people made. There was such a disconnect that he felt between a stranger’s life and his life, that he didn’t see any harm watching strangers at all. They were something new, interesting and so far away from his own reality. Strangers included Neena, as well, which is why he was so interested in asking her questions.
“Nice to meet you Neena!” His voice was friendly, and he reached to take her palm for a shake. “I’m happy to meet you, especially because you saved me.” She was from a different world it seemed, and he didn’t mind that. He would have fallen off the roof if it wasn’t for her. He asked another question to her and blinked in confusion. “No money?” He hadn’t really thought about that before. "I don't understand what you mean." He had never really experienced the problem of not having any money, and it was again, out of his reality. It’s not like he went out and spent a lot of money- but he had everything that was necessary to have. He listened to her next words and shook his head.
“I know I don’t fly, I--” He paused in his words, and let out a laugh. “I guess I almost did there. My brother is going to be upset with me when I tell him, he’s been wanting me to be more careful.” He let out a sigh, just imagining Amiti’s face. He would have to tell him it happened since there was almost an accident. He knew Amiti wanted him to avoid roofs, but he hadn’t. Not telling would feel like a lie, and Thad didn’t lie. He smiled towards Neena once more, realizing he had yet another question for her. “Where are you from?” He could tell by her skin she wasn’t Judean, but he didn’t know her origin. He knew she wasn’t greek, which was good news. “I’ve never traveled anywhere further from my home. What’s your home like?” He hoped she didn’t mind so many questions. “Is it like Judea?”
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Thaddeus was grateful to her, and he gave Neena a smile. She brought up some good points. “I like people watching because I get to live through people. I don’t think I’m looking for ideas for my own life… it’s just enjoyable to watch to see how people live. Maybe do things I cannot.” It was an entertainment outlet Thaddeus had, and he used it often. It’s not like he thought he would change his life based on what he saw, but it was fun all the same to see what choices people made. There was such a disconnect that he felt between a stranger’s life and his life, that he didn’t see any harm watching strangers at all. They were something new, interesting and so far away from his own reality. Strangers included Neena, as well, which is why he was so interested in asking her questions.
“Nice to meet you Neena!” His voice was friendly, and he reached to take her palm for a shake. “I’m happy to meet you, especially because you saved me.” She was from a different world it seemed, and he didn’t mind that. He would have fallen off the roof if it wasn’t for her. He asked another question to her and blinked in confusion. “No money?” He hadn’t really thought about that before. "I don't understand what you mean." He had never really experienced the problem of not having any money, and it was again, out of his reality. It’s not like he went out and spent a lot of money- but he had everything that was necessary to have. He listened to her next words and shook his head.
“I know I don’t fly, I--” He paused in his words, and let out a laugh. “I guess I almost did there. My brother is going to be upset with me when I tell him, he’s been wanting me to be more careful.” He let out a sigh, just imagining Amiti’s face. He would have to tell him it happened since there was almost an accident. He knew Amiti wanted him to avoid roofs, but he hadn’t. Not telling would feel like a lie, and Thad didn’t lie. He smiled towards Neena once more, realizing he had yet another question for her. “Where are you from?” He could tell by her skin she wasn’t Judean, but he didn’t know her origin. He knew she wasn’t greek, which was good news. “I’ve never traveled anywhere further from my home. What’s your home like?” He hoped she didn’t mind so many questions. “Is it like Judea?”
Thaddeus was grateful to her, and he gave Neena a smile. She brought up some good points. “I like people watching because I get to live through people. I don’t think I’m looking for ideas for my own life… it’s just enjoyable to watch to see how people live. Maybe do things I cannot.” It was an entertainment outlet Thaddeus had, and he used it often. It’s not like he thought he would change his life based on what he saw, but it was fun all the same to see what choices people made. There was such a disconnect that he felt between a stranger’s life and his life, that he didn’t see any harm watching strangers at all. They were something new, interesting and so far away from his own reality. Strangers included Neena, as well, which is why he was so interested in asking her questions.
“Nice to meet you Neena!” His voice was friendly, and he reached to take her palm for a shake. “I’m happy to meet you, especially because you saved me.” She was from a different world it seemed, and he didn’t mind that. He would have fallen off the roof if it wasn’t for her. He asked another question to her and blinked in confusion. “No money?” He hadn’t really thought about that before. "I don't understand what you mean." He had never really experienced the problem of not having any money, and it was again, out of his reality. It’s not like he went out and spent a lot of money- but he had everything that was necessary to have. He listened to her next words and shook his head.
“I know I don’t fly, I--” He paused in his words, and let out a laugh. “I guess I almost did there. My brother is going to be upset with me when I tell him, he’s been wanting me to be more careful.” He let out a sigh, just imagining Amiti’s face. He would have to tell him it happened since there was almost an accident. He knew Amiti wanted him to avoid roofs, but he hadn’t. Not telling would feel like a lie, and Thad didn’t lie. He smiled towards Neena once more, realizing he had yet another question for her. “Where are you from?” He could tell by her skin she wasn’t Judean, but he didn’t know her origin. He knew she wasn’t greek, which was good news. “I’ve never traveled anywhere further from my home. What’s your home like?” He hoped she didn’t mind so many questions. “Is it like Judea?”
Neena watched as confusion and interest flittered across the Judean's face. She couldn't blame him. She had met several people in the past for whom her life was so disconnected from anything that they knew that they just couldn't seem to wrap their minds around it. It was those that made those same curious expressions when she spoke to them. And she only found them amusing rather than offensive. It was nice to feel like meeting her might broaden someone's world view or their own personal horizons. It was why she met other people - so why not return that favour?
When the man asked about no money, he seemed particularly confused and Neena grinned. She looked down at herself, patted at her tunic, showed her empty hands and the fact that she carried neither a bag nor a money purse. She didn't bother to show him the little leather pouch that she had tied to her upper thigh beneath her garment that did at least hold a few jewels. But they weren't for basic money use like coins were, so they didn't change her point. She held both hands up and shrugged her shoulders.
"No money." She told him. "No goods. No money. Nothing to buy things with." And she shrugged again. But her tone was light and amused and her smile stayed in place. Clearly the reality of being entirely poverty stricken wasn't, in any way, a fear or worry to her.
It took a moment for her joke to land well in the man's mind and she wondered for a second if her Hebrew was off but he got there in the end and laughed. She grinned with him and wrinkled her nose in humour. When he mentioned that his brother would be annoyed at him because he had been repeatedly told to be more careful, Neena just shrugged again and tilted her head in suggestion.
"So, don't tell him." She said, as if this were the simplest thing in the world. Because, to her, it was. If someone was going to be mad at you - just don't tell them the thing that would make them mad. How was that a difficult conclusion to come to? She found it amusing when people struggled over the social conventions and expectations that she had thrown out from her own life. Her voice this time, instead of being light and airy, was a little darker, full of mystery and conspiracy. But the way her eyes widened and her body leaned forwards made it clear that she was only mocking the drama of the suggestion to prove exactly the opposite - that a bit of secrecy was no big deal.
Conversation took a turn then and moved back to her, as the Judean asked where she was from and what her home was like. She smiled brightly again, as unabashed by not having a home as she was about not having money.
"I'm not from anywhere." She said with an open joy and acceptance. "I've lived just about everywhere. So... everywhere is my home!" She determined with a bright grin and her arms opening wide as if to include the whole world as her own personal safe haven.
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Neena watched as confusion and interest flittered across the Judean's face. She couldn't blame him. She had met several people in the past for whom her life was so disconnected from anything that they knew that they just couldn't seem to wrap their minds around it. It was those that made those same curious expressions when she spoke to them. And she only found them amusing rather than offensive. It was nice to feel like meeting her might broaden someone's world view or their own personal horizons. It was why she met other people - so why not return that favour?
When the man asked about no money, he seemed particularly confused and Neena grinned. She looked down at herself, patted at her tunic, showed her empty hands and the fact that she carried neither a bag nor a money purse. She didn't bother to show him the little leather pouch that she had tied to her upper thigh beneath her garment that did at least hold a few jewels. But they weren't for basic money use like coins were, so they didn't change her point. She held both hands up and shrugged her shoulders.
"No money." She told him. "No goods. No money. Nothing to buy things with." And she shrugged again. But her tone was light and amused and her smile stayed in place. Clearly the reality of being entirely poverty stricken wasn't, in any way, a fear or worry to her.
It took a moment for her joke to land well in the man's mind and she wondered for a second if her Hebrew was off but he got there in the end and laughed. She grinned with him and wrinkled her nose in humour. When he mentioned that his brother would be annoyed at him because he had been repeatedly told to be more careful, Neena just shrugged again and tilted her head in suggestion.
"So, don't tell him." She said, as if this were the simplest thing in the world. Because, to her, it was. If someone was going to be mad at you - just don't tell them the thing that would make them mad. How was that a difficult conclusion to come to? She found it amusing when people struggled over the social conventions and expectations that she had thrown out from her own life. Her voice this time, instead of being light and airy, was a little darker, full of mystery and conspiracy. But the way her eyes widened and her body leaned forwards made it clear that she was only mocking the drama of the suggestion to prove exactly the opposite - that a bit of secrecy was no big deal.
Conversation took a turn then and moved back to her, as the Judean asked where she was from and what her home was like. She smiled brightly again, as unabashed by not having a home as she was about not having money.
"I'm not from anywhere." She said with an open joy and acceptance. "I've lived just about everywhere. So... everywhere is my home!" She determined with a bright grin and her arms opening wide as if to include the whole world as her own personal safe haven.
Neena watched as confusion and interest flittered across the Judean's face. She couldn't blame him. She had met several people in the past for whom her life was so disconnected from anything that they knew that they just couldn't seem to wrap their minds around it. It was those that made those same curious expressions when she spoke to them. And she only found them amusing rather than offensive. It was nice to feel like meeting her might broaden someone's world view or their own personal horizons. It was why she met other people - so why not return that favour?
When the man asked about no money, he seemed particularly confused and Neena grinned. She looked down at herself, patted at her tunic, showed her empty hands and the fact that she carried neither a bag nor a money purse. She didn't bother to show him the little leather pouch that she had tied to her upper thigh beneath her garment that did at least hold a few jewels. But they weren't for basic money use like coins were, so they didn't change her point. She held both hands up and shrugged her shoulders.
"No money." She told him. "No goods. No money. Nothing to buy things with." And she shrugged again. But her tone was light and amused and her smile stayed in place. Clearly the reality of being entirely poverty stricken wasn't, in any way, a fear or worry to her.
It took a moment for her joke to land well in the man's mind and she wondered for a second if her Hebrew was off but he got there in the end and laughed. She grinned with him and wrinkled her nose in humour. When he mentioned that his brother would be annoyed at him because he had been repeatedly told to be more careful, Neena just shrugged again and tilted her head in suggestion.
"So, don't tell him." She said, as if this were the simplest thing in the world. Because, to her, it was. If someone was going to be mad at you - just don't tell them the thing that would make them mad. How was that a difficult conclusion to come to? She found it amusing when people struggled over the social conventions and expectations that she had thrown out from her own life. Her voice this time, instead of being light and airy, was a little darker, full of mystery and conspiracy. But the way her eyes widened and her body leaned forwards made it clear that she was only mocking the drama of the suggestion to prove exactly the opposite - that a bit of secrecy was no big deal.
Conversation took a turn then and moved back to her, as the Judean asked where she was from and what her home was like. She smiled brightly again, as unabashed by not having a home as she was about not having money.
"I'm not from anywhere." She said with an open joy and acceptance. "I've lived just about everywhere. So... everywhere is my home!" She determined with a bright grin and her arms opening wide as if to include the whole world as her own personal safe haven.