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When the woman consented to have the conversation on herself rather than on the event occurring in the square Arela relaxed considerably, able to put them out of her mind. “Yes, sorry” Arela answered apologetically in regards to Neena’s question which only a few seconds later as the woman continued she realized was probably rhetorical.
“Nice to meet you Neena, I thought your Hebrew might be basic - just the way you look, sorry. If you know Greek we could...” Arela trailed off, not even sure if the girl knew Greek, after all she was clearly not from Greece, and clearly not Judean. “I mean, it’s up to you. I can try to speak slower instead.”
As Neena rearranged her position on the wall, Arela couldn’t help staring at her. The way she didn’t seem to care about her modesty as Neena crossed her ankles and stuck her knees out. It was here that she truly noticed how short Neena’s tunic was. Arela couldn’t imagine being comfortable wearing anything other than the traditional Judean dress and yet Neena seemed completely unconcerned.
She started when Neena pointed out her staring and blushed, colour blossoming across her face, though from her tone Neena didn’t appear to be offended. Then Neena asked The Question and Arela could feel herself growing quite giddy and questions began to emerge, “Where are you from? Why don’t you feel uncomfortable sitting like that? What does your jewelry mean?”
Behind her dogs started to bark and Arela startled. She turned quickly, half expecting to see Hazael behind her but instead saw the son of one of the senators of Judea - though she couldn’t remember his name - collide straight into Amarissa. Within moments the fallen were joined by two more - and Arela began to fear for Amarissa’s safety. As one broke away from the pile, Arela glanced at Neena and stepped towards the pile - wondering if she should help but as she did so the pile started to come apart. Though she couldn’t remember the name of the man who helped Amarissa up either - though she knew she should, she breathed a sigh of relief to see that Amarissa didn’t look any worse for wear.
“It looks like everyone is fine,” Arela looked over at Neena for confirmation, then turned back to the crowd watching as Amiti escorted Amarissa away from the press of the crowd.
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When the woman consented to have the conversation on herself rather than on the event occurring in the square Arela relaxed considerably, able to put them out of her mind. “Yes, sorry” Arela answered apologetically in regards to Neena’s question which only a few seconds later as the woman continued she realized was probably rhetorical.
“Nice to meet you Neena, I thought your Hebrew might be basic - just the way you look, sorry. If you know Greek we could...” Arela trailed off, not even sure if the girl knew Greek, after all she was clearly not from Greece, and clearly not Judean. “I mean, it’s up to you. I can try to speak slower instead.”
As Neena rearranged her position on the wall, Arela couldn’t help staring at her. The way she didn’t seem to care about her modesty as Neena crossed her ankles and stuck her knees out. It was here that she truly noticed how short Neena’s tunic was. Arela couldn’t imagine being comfortable wearing anything other than the traditional Judean dress and yet Neena seemed completely unconcerned.
She started when Neena pointed out her staring and blushed, colour blossoming across her face, though from her tone Neena didn’t appear to be offended. Then Neena asked The Question and Arela could feel herself growing quite giddy and questions began to emerge, “Where are you from? Why don’t you feel uncomfortable sitting like that? What does your jewelry mean?”
Behind her dogs started to bark and Arela startled. She turned quickly, half expecting to see Hazael behind her but instead saw the son of one of the senators of Judea - though she couldn’t remember his name - collide straight into Amarissa. Within moments the fallen were joined by two more - and Arela began to fear for Amarissa’s safety. As one broke away from the pile, Arela glanced at Neena and stepped towards the pile - wondering if she should help but as she did so the pile started to come apart. Though she couldn’t remember the name of the man who helped Amarissa up either - though she knew she should, she breathed a sigh of relief to see that Amarissa didn’t look any worse for wear.
“It looks like everyone is fine,” Arela looked over at Neena for confirmation, then turned back to the crowd watching as Amiti escorted Amarissa away from the press of the crowd.
When the woman consented to have the conversation on herself rather than on the event occurring in the square Arela relaxed considerably, able to put them out of her mind. “Yes, sorry” Arela answered apologetically in regards to Neena’s question which only a few seconds later as the woman continued she realized was probably rhetorical.
“Nice to meet you Neena, I thought your Hebrew might be basic - just the way you look, sorry. If you know Greek we could...” Arela trailed off, not even sure if the girl knew Greek, after all she was clearly not from Greece, and clearly not Judean. “I mean, it’s up to you. I can try to speak slower instead.”
As Neena rearranged her position on the wall, Arela couldn’t help staring at her. The way she didn’t seem to care about her modesty as Neena crossed her ankles and stuck her knees out. It was here that she truly noticed how short Neena’s tunic was. Arela couldn’t imagine being comfortable wearing anything other than the traditional Judean dress and yet Neena seemed completely unconcerned.
She started when Neena pointed out her staring and blushed, colour blossoming across her face, though from her tone Neena didn’t appear to be offended. Then Neena asked The Question and Arela could feel herself growing quite giddy and questions began to emerge, “Where are you from? Why don’t you feel uncomfortable sitting like that? What does your jewelry mean?”
Behind her dogs started to bark and Arela startled. She turned quickly, half expecting to see Hazael behind her but instead saw the son of one of the senators of Judea - though she couldn’t remember his name - collide straight into Amarissa. Within moments the fallen were joined by two more - and Arela began to fear for Amarissa’s safety. As one broke away from the pile, Arela glanced at Neena and stepped towards the pile - wondering if she should help but as she did so the pile started to come apart. Though she couldn’t remember the name of the man who helped Amarissa up either - though she knew she should, she breathed a sigh of relief to see that Amarissa didn’t look any worse for wear.
“It looks like everyone is fine,” Arela looked over at Neena for confirmation, then turned back to the crowd watching as Amiti escorted Amarissa away from the press of the crowd.
When the girl offered to speak slower for her, so that Neena might understand better, Neena was smiling in thanks but already waving a hand dismissively and shaking her head in the negative.
"No, no need for that." She told the girl with a genuine smile bright and white in the darkness of her face when compared to others. "I can hardly learn if people dumb it down for me." She said, hoping she got the right phrase. She thought she might have said "made it too easy" rather than "dumb it down" but she hoped that her tone of voice could carry the true meaning through. "I so speak Greek." She told the girl with a nod. "But I like to practice the language of the places I visit." She confirmed, keeping the conversation in Hebrew as she suspected that this would be easiest for the girl. Though she was now curious as to how the girl had come to know Greek. There was a contingency of Greek soldiers in the barracks that claimed here in Israel, but Neena had always observed that the Jews and the Grecians did not mix... how did to come that such a young girl - clearly untravelled and likely sheltered by her family as most Hebrew women were, had come to learn the language of the foreigners only begrudgingly permitted to live in her city...? Curious.
When the girl asked about Neena and her background, the young Bedoan had been willing to answer almost immediately, her plump and full lips parting to speak with enthusiasm and joy at the sheer curiosity in the other girl's tone. She was interrupted before she could start, however, by a collision of sorts and a falling that happened just a little further into the crowd. Neena's expression immediately dropped into a concerned frown and, like Arela her instinct was to help, one of her folded legs dropping to the floor as if she were ready to put weight into that leg and push herself up and forwards to lend a hand.
The entire situation, however, was a cluster of discombobulations and before it became clear where her aid might actually be useful, those involved had managed to extricate themselves from the situation and the main core of the fall - a pair of young Judeans - were able to remove themselves from context.
When Arela's attentions turned back to the conversation between them, Neena's did also and she returned her leg to the folded position it had vacated.
It was then that she answered Arela's honestly spoken questions with as much equal truth as they deserved.
"I don't know where I'm from." She said with a brightness that indicated she found this to be a good thing rather than a sad thing. "I have spent my life at sea, in the desert, with tribes and crews, on my own. I've seen every kingdom in Africa and I intend to journey across the Aegean soon." She then looked down at herself, considering the girl's other questions. "I sit like this a lot. People feel comfortable in what they are used to, I suppose? And the jewellery means nothing of great significance... At least not about me... I keep them because they remind me of people I've known or parts of my life." She smiled. "I don't have anything that represents something about myself because there's not much to show. I have neither faith nor husband." She watched the girl curiously, knowing that the admittance of both of those things within Judea, at her age, without the company of a father or male relative in her midst... would likely have a serious effect on the born and raised Jew before her. And, given her comment on knowing Greek – a break to social norms for her people – Neena wondered just how far she would have to go to shock this girl out of any potential friendship…
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When the girl offered to speak slower for her, so that Neena might understand better, Neena was smiling in thanks but already waving a hand dismissively and shaking her head in the negative.
"No, no need for that." She told the girl with a genuine smile bright and white in the darkness of her face when compared to others. "I can hardly learn if people dumb it down for me." She said, hoping she got the right phrase. She thought she might have said "made it too easy" rather than "dumb it down" but she hoped that her tone of voice could carry the true meaning through. "I so speak Greek." She told the girl with a nod. "But I like to practice the language of the places I visit." She confirmed, keeping the conversation in Hebrew as she suspected that this would be easiest for the girl. Though she was now curious as to how the girl had come to know Greek. There was a contingency of Greek soldiers in the barracks that claimed here in Israel, but Neena had always observed that the Jews and the Grecians did not mix... how did to come that such a young girl - clearly untravelled and likely sheltered by her family as most Hebrew women were, had come to learn the language of the foreigners only begrudgingly permitted to live in her city...? Curious.
When the girl asked about Neena and her background, the young Bedoan had been willing to answer almost immediately, her plump and full lips parting to speak with enthusiasm and joy at the sheer curiosity in the other girl's tone. She was interrupted before she could start, however, by a collision of sorts and a falling that happened just a little further into the crowd. Neena's expression immediately dropped into a concerned frown and, like Arela her instinct was to help, one of her folded legs dropping to the floor as if she were ready to put weight into that leg and push herself up and forwards to lend a hand.
The entire situation, however, was a cluster of discombobulations and before it became clear where her aid might actually be useful, those involved had managed to extricate themselves from the situation and the main core of the fall - a pair of young Judeans - were able to remove themselves from context.
When Arela's attentions turned back to the conversation between them, Neena's did also and she returned her leg to the folded position it had vacated.
It was then that she answered Arela's honestly spoken questions with as much equal truth as they deserved.
"I don't know where I'm from." She said with a brightness that indicated she found this to be a good thing rather than a sad thing. "I have spent my life at sea, in the desert, with tribes and crews, on my own. I've seen every kingdom in Africa and I intend to journey across the Aegean soon." She then looked down at herself, considering the girl's other questions. "I sit like this a lot. People feel comfortable in what they are used to, I suppose? And the jewellery means nothing of great significance... At least not about me... I keep them because they remind me of people I've known or parts of my life." She smiled. "I don't have anything that represents something about myself because there's not much to show. I have neither faith nor husband." She watched the girl curiously, knowing that the admittance of both of those things within Judea, at her age, without the company of a father or male relative in her midst... would likely have a serious effect on the born and raised Jew before her. And, given her comment on knowing Greek – a break to social norms for her people – Neena wondered just how far she would have to go to shock this girl out of any potential friendship…
When the girl offered to speak slower for her, so that Neena might understand better, Neena was smiling in thanks but already waving a hand dismissively and shaking her head in the negative.
"No, no need for that." She told the girl with a genuine smile bright and white in the darkness of her face when compared to others. "I can hardly learn if people dumb it down for me." She said, hoping she got the right phrase. She thought she might have said "made it too easy" rather than "dumb it down" but she hoped that her tone of voice could carry the true meaning through. "I so speak Greek." She told the girl with a nod. "But I like to practice the language of the places I visit." She confirmed, keeping the conversation in Hebrew as she suspected that this would be easiest for the girl. Though she was now curious as to how the girl had come to know Greek. There was a contingency of Greek soldiers in the barracks that claimed here in Israel, but Neena had always observed that the Jews and the Grecians did not mix... how did to come that such a young girl - clearly untravelled and likely sheltered by her family as most Hebrew women were, had come to learn the language of the foreigners only begrudgingly permitted to live in her city...? Curious.
When the girl asked about Neena and her background, the young Bedoan had been willing to answer almost immediately, her plump and full lips parting to speak with enthusiasm and joy at the sheer curiosity in the other girl's tone. She was interrupted before she could start, however, by a collision of sorts and a falling that happened just a little further into the crowd. Neena's expression immediately dropped into a concerned frown and, like Arela her instinct was to help, one of her folded legs dropping to the floor as if she were ready to put weight into that leg and push herself up and forwards to lend a hand.
The entire situation, however, was a cluster of discombobulations and before it became clear where her aid might actually be useful, those involved had managed to extricate themselves from the situation and the main core of the fall - a pair of young Judeans - were able to remove themselves from context.
When Arela's attentions turned back to the conversation between them, Neena's did also and she returned her leg to the folded position it had vacated.
It was then that she answered Arela's honestly spoken questions with as much equal truth as they deserved.
"I don't know where I'm from." She said with a brightness that indicated she found this to be a good thing rather than a sad thing. "I have spent my life at sea, in the desert, with tribes and crews, on my own. I've seen every kingdom in Africa and I intend to journey across the Aegean soon." She then looked down at herself, considering the girl's other questions. "I sit like this a lot. People feel comfortable in what they are used to, I suppose? And the jewellery means nothing of great significance... At least not about me... I keep them because they remind me of people I've known or parts of my life." She smiled. "I don't have anything that represents something about myself because there's not much to show. I have neither faith nor husband." She watched the girl curiously, knowing that the admittance of both of those things within Judea, at her age, without the company of a father or male relative in her midst... would likely have a serious effect on the born and raised Jew before her. And, given her comment on knowing Greek – a break to social norms for her people – Neena wondered just how far she would have to go to shock this girl out of any potential friendship…
The grim faced smile and jerking motion with his finger would have caused Amarissa to giggle if she were not still so shaken from nearly being flattened. When he asked about her family she froze a bit. She actually wasn't sure. Her and her mother and older brother Caleb had come to the market together but in truth she'd wandered off from them when she saw the crowd. "Um..no..no not alone" she assured as if he would be crazy to think she'd wandered without an escort. "Mother and Caleb were just over... oh dear" she noted as she looked around the market and did not see them.
She smiled a bit as he continued to try and brush off the dirt patch and held herself back from attempting to help. Were it one of her brothers she would not have hesitated but Amiti? That would be seen as wholly improper and far too familial and the small step he'd made earlier away from her assured her he had no such intentions. "Oh" she said with a nod as he explained what had happened and her smile grew a bit when he repeated the jabbing motion with his thumb in the direction of the thief. "Oh yes I see" she nodded as it all of course made sense. Still she wondered who would dare try to steal from such a family as his.
"Oh I am okay.." Amarissa assured as she brushed a bit of dirt off her own clothes and gave a small laugh. "I think" she clarified and brushed at a small patch of dirt off of the shoulder of her dress. She looked around again, her mind came back to the fact that she didn't know where Caleb and mother were. "Do you happen to see my brother Caleb or mother Rishona?" she asked a bit quietly. She didn't want to panic him or herself but suddenly the idea of being alone in the market did not wholly agree with her.
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The grim faced smile and jerking motion with his finger would have caused Amarissa to giggle if she were not still so shaken from nearly being flattened. When he asked about her family she froze a bit. She actually wasn't sure. Her and her mother and older brother Caleb had come to the market together but in truth she'd wandered off from them when she saw the crowd. "Um..no..no not alone" she assured as if he would be crazy to think she'd wandered without an escort. "Mother and Caleb were just over... oh dear" she noted as she looked around the market and did not see them.
She smiled a bit as he continued to try and brush off the dirt patch and held herself back from attempting to help. Were it one of her brothers she would not have hesitated but Amiti? That would be seen as wholly improper and far too familial and the small step he'd made earlier away from her assured her he had no such intentions. "Oh" she said with a nod as he explained what had happened and her smile grew a bit when he repeated the jabbing motion with his thumb in the direction of the thief. "Oh yes I see" she nodded as it all of course made sense. Still she wondered who would dare try to steal from such a family as his.
"Oh I am okay.." Amarissa assured as she brushed a bit of dirt off her own clothes and gave a small laugh. "I think" she clarified and brushed at a small patch of dirt off of the shoulder of her dress. She looked around again, her mind came back to the fact that she didn't know where Caleb and mother were. "Do you happen to see my brother Caleb or mother Rishona?" she asked a bit quietly. She didn't want to panic him or herself but suddenly the idea of being alone in the market did not wholly agree with her.
The grim faced smile and jerking motion with his finger would have caused Amarissa to giggle if she were not still so shaken from nearly being flattened. When he asked about her family she froze a bit. She actually wasn't sure. Her and her mother and older brother Caleb had come to the market together but in truth she'd wandered off from them when she saw the crowd. "Um..no..no not alone" she assured as if he would be crazy to think she'd wandered without an escort. "Mother and Caleb were just over... oh dear" she noted as she looked around the market and did not see them.
She smiled a bit as he continued to try and brush off the dirt patch and held herself back from attempting to help. Were it one of her brothers she would not have hesitated but Amiti? That would be seen as wholly improper and far too familial and the small step he'd made earlier away from her assured her he had no such intentions. "Oh" she said with a nod as he explained what had happened and her smile grew a bit when he repeated the jabbing motion with his thumb in the direction of the thief. "Oh yes I see" she nodded as it all of course made sense. Still she wondered who would dare try to steal from such a family as his.
"Oh I am okay.." Amarissa assured as she brushed a bit of dirt off her own clothes and gave a small laugh. "I think" she clarified and brushed at a small patch of dirt off of the shoulder of her dress. She looked around again, her mind came back to the fact that she didn't know where Caleb and mother were. "Do you happen to see my brother Caleb or mother Rishona?" she asked a bit quietly. She didn't want to panic him or herself but suddenly the idea of being alone in the market did not wholly agree with her.
He nodded as she stumbled over her reply about not being alone. Well that was something, at least. From a bystander’s viewpoint, it was a little funny to see them both swiping at their clothing, but really, they needed to. The streets were filthy. When she asked if he’d seen her family, he quirked his brows at her. “Not since earlier. Your father was behind me a ways,” he pointed back the way they’d come from the stoning. As he thought of what had just happened, though, he swept his eyes back to her. She was far more pleasant to talk to than to think about the deaths he’d witnessed - necessary as they were.
In fact, he’d seen her there too and he thought it a good thing that she’d thrown the stone. It was an acknowledgement on her own position against such blatant sinfulness. Still, she’d looked a bit troubled, but that was to be expected. Death was never a nice thing to witness, no matter how one felt about the sin. He glanced down at her small hands as she brushed away dirt and then back to her face.
“I think they might be just as lost as you are,” he said, referring to her mother and brother. “The crowds are...particularly full today.” That was an understatement. There were so many people. Quite a few more fair haired Greeks than usual, too, which was an odd thing to see. They stood out painfully obvious against the more chaste judean women. The Greek women did not cover their bright hair, unlike Amarissa and her peers did.
“I think Thaddeus must have caught the thief by now,” He said after a pause. “At least, I hope he did.” At least they were in front of the public hall. It would be an easy enough matter to cut off the thief’s hand and send him on his way. Steal from a Maheeg. What a fool.
“Would you like me to accompany you somewhere? To your father perhaps?” He didn’t feel quite right about leaving her on a random street corner to make her way alone.
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He nodded as she stumbled over her reply about not being alone. Well that was something, at least. From a bystander’s viewpoint, it was a little funny to see them both swiping at their clothing, but really, they needed to. The streets were filthy. When she asked if he’d seen her family, he quirked his brows at her. “Not since earlier. Your father was behind me a ways,” he pointed back the way they’d come from the stoning. As he thought of what had just happened, though, he swept his eyes back to her. She was far more pleasant to talk to than to think about the deaths he’d witnessed - necessary as they were.
In fact, he’d seen her there too and he thought it a good thing that she’d thrown the stone. It was an acknowledgement on her own position against such blatant sinfulness. Still, she’d looked a bit troubled, but that was to be expected. Death was never a nice thing to witness, no matter how one felt about the sin. He glanced down at her small hands as she brushed away dirt and then back to her face.
“I think they might be just as lost as you are,” he said, referring to her mother and brother. “The crowds are...particularly full today.” That was an understatement. There were so many people. Quite a few more fair haired Greeks than usual, too, which was an odd thing to see. They stood out painfully obvious against the more chaste judean women. The Greek women did not cover their bright hair, unlike Amarissa and her peers did.
“I think Thaddeus must have caught the thief by now,” He said after a pause. “At least, I hope he did.” At least they were in front of the public hall. It would be an easy enough matter to cut off the thief’s hand and send him on his way. Steal from a Maheeg. What a fool.
“Would you like me to accompany you somewhere? To your father perhaps?” He didn’t feel quite right about leaving her on a random street corner to make her way alone.
He nodded as she stumbled over her reply about not being alone. Well that was something, at least. From a bystander’s viewpoint, it was a little funny to see them both swiping at their clothing, but really, they needed to. The streets were filthy. When she asked if he’d seen her family, he quirked his brows at her. “Not since earlier. Your father was behind me a ways,” he pointed back the way they’d come from the stoning. As he thought of what had just happened, though, he swept his eyes back to her. She was far more pleasant to talk to than to think about the deaths he’d witnessed - necessary as they were.
In fact, he’d seen her there too and he thought it a good thing that she’d thrown the stone. It was an acknowledgement on her own position against such blatant sinfulness. Still, she’d looked a bit troubled, but that was to be expected. Death was never a nice thing to witness, no matter how one felt about the sin. He glanced down at her small hands as she brushed away dirt and then back to her face.
“I think they might be just as lost as you are,” he said, referring to her mother and brother. “The crowds are...particularly full today.” That was an understatement. There were so many people. Quite a few more fair haired Greeks than usual, too, which was an odd thing to see. They stood out painfully obvious against the more chaste judean women. The Greek women did not cover their bright hair, unlike Amarissa and her peers did.
“I think Thaddeus must have caught the thief by now,” He said after a pause. “At least, I hope he did.” At least they were in front of the public hall. It would be an easy enough matter to cut off the thief’s hand and send him on his way. Steal from a Maheeg. What a fool.
“Would you like me to accompany you somewhere? To your father perhaps?” He didn’t feel quite right about leaving her on a random street corner to make her way alone.
Every action has a consequence. People had to know and respect that, and while Thaddeus never wished any evil on Yahweh’s creatures, choices were made and some had to be punished. That’s just how it worked…. He stood near his oldest brother as the crowd around him seethed in rage at the two women and a man about to be executed. Thaddeus wasn’t happy about the situation, but he didn’t feel any pity for those about to be executed. This was the punishment- they knew better, yet they did it anyway. That was the worst offense of it all. Thaddeus glanced at his father as he felt the weight of the stone drop into his hand, and his fingers curled around the hard edges. He didn’t even think as he lifted his arm and pitched the rock towards the women being judged. His father and brothers did so too, and a light sigh escaped Thad’s lips. It was a sorry sight, but it had to be done. Hopefully, this would be a sign to anyone thinking of doing the same, and they wouldn’t let themselves be led astray. But time would tell. Thaddeus followed his family as they moved away, wearing a smile plain on his face, nodding to those he passed by as if what they had just witnessed hadn’t happened. Thaddeus was back to his usual cheerful self. He waved to some people across the way who he recognized, smiling towards them. He stayed with his family, however, instead of socializing, as even Thaddeus knew what was and wasn’t good to do at that time.
He was walking behind Amiti as he suddenly heard a voice and then, bam. He felt pushed a couple of steps from where he was and fought to keep standing for a second. Shiloh noticed his father’s money purse missing, and Thaddeus didn’t even hesitate as he took off after the thief. Of course, he was too worried about catching the thief to notice someone in his way and he rammed right into the woman. “Hey!” He yelled in stark surprise and found himself hitting the ground. As he regained his senses he felt his brother and some man fall onto him and the lady, and Thaddeus groaned. He had to get the purse! “I’ll get it back, Amiti!” He shouted back but didn’t stop to see if Amiti had heard him. He clawed the ground as he shoved his body out of the pile and jumped up. He glanced around- caught his eye on the thief, and took off running at full speed, this time holding his arms out as to push anyone else out of the way.
He ran towards the thief, with full hopes that he’d get his father’s money back, in any way he could. The thief’s back was turned, and Thaddeus lunged, with his arms reaching, towards the purse in his hand. He felt the purse clutching his fingers, and Thaddeus smiled more brightly. Got it. He dug in his heels and tugged at the purse to get it away from the thief, but unfortunately, this movement startled the thief and the man turned and punched his hand straight towards Thaddeus in defense. Thaddeus cried out as he felt the other’s knuckles slammed right into his nose, and it took all of Thad to not fall onto his back. By the will of Yahweh Thaddeus simply wobbled backward, and while the Thief thought he had escaped the man, That was still in arm space enough to grab the purse, which he did, more firmly this time and started running through the crowd. It wasn’t until he was within enough space of the thief that he tasted something horrible. Hiding in the crowd, he reached up and touched his nose with his hand. He pulled back and groaned in sharp pain, and saw blood on his fingers. He understood that he had gotten the purse back in a miracle, but… his poor nose! He knew that his father or brothers wouldn’t like that he put himself in harm's way just for money, and he quickly put his free hand over his nose, hiding the blood. He acted like he was scratching it, and, keeping himself hidden just in case the thief came back, made his way back to his brother.
Grasping the purse as if his life depended on it, he walked back to where Amiti was. Once he was in eyeshot, Thaddeus held up the purse, keeping his other hand on his nose, obscuring the view of it. “I got it back, brother!” He called happily. Still ignoring the pain coming from his nose, he moved closer, and looked over at Amarissa and waved with the hand holding the purse. “Hi!” He started, “I’m sorry for knocking you over, I didn’t mean to.” He looked over at Amiti. “You didn’t get hurt in the fall, did you Amiti?”
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Every action has a consequence. People had to know and respect that, and while Thaddeus never wished any evil on Yahweh’s creatures, choices were made and some had to be punished. That’s just how it worked…. He stood near his oldest brother as the crowd around him seethed in rage at the two women and a man about to be executed. Thaddeus wasn’t happy about the situation, but he didn’t feel any pity for those about to be executed. This was the punishment- they knew better, yet they did it anyway. That was the worst offense of it all. Thaddeus glanced at his father as he felt the weight of the stone drop into his hand, and his fingers curled around the hard edges. He didn’t even think as he lifted his arm and pitched the rock towards the women being judged. His father and brothers did so too, and a light sigh escaped Thad’s lips. It was a sorry sight, but it had to be done. Hopefully, this would be a sign to anyone thinking of doing the same, and they wouldn’t let themselves be led astray. But time would tell. Thaddeus followed his family as they moved away, wearing a smile plain on his face, nodding to those he passed by as if what they had just witnessed hadn’t happened. Thaddeus was back to his usual cheerful self. He waved to some people across the way who he recognized, smiling towards them. He stayed with his family, however, instead of socializing, as even Thaddeus knew what was and wasn’t good to do at that time.
He was walking behind Amiti as he suddenly heard a voice and then, bam. He felt pushed a couple of steps from where he was and fought to keep standing for a second. Shiloh noticed his father’s money purse missing, and Thaddeus didn’t even hesitate as he took off after the thief. Of course, he was too worried about catching the thief to notice someone in his way and he rammed right into the woman. “Hey!” He yelled in stark surprise and found himself hitting the ground. As he regained his senses he felt his brother and some man fall onto him and the lady, and Thaddeus groaned. He had to get the purse! “I’ll get it back, Amiti!” He shouted back but didn’t stop to see if Amiti had heard him. He clawed the ground as he shoved his body out of the pile and jumped up. He glanced around- caught his eye on the thief, and took off running at full speed, this time holding his arms out as to push anyone else out of the way.
He ran towards the thief, with full hopes that he’d get his father’s money back, in any way he could. The thief’s back was turned, and Thaddeus lunged, with his arms reaching, towards the purse in his hand. He felt the purse clutching his fingers, and Thaddeus smiled more brightly. Got it. He dug in his heels and tugged at the purse to get it away from the thief, but unfortunately, this movement startled the thief and the man turned and punched his hand straight towards Thaddeus in defense. Thaddeus cried out as he felt the other’s knuckles slammed right into his nose, and it took all of Thad to not fall onto his back. By the will of Yahweh Thaddeus simply wobbled backward, and while the Thief thought he had escaped the man, That was still in arm space enough to grab the purse, which he did, more firmly this time and started running through the crowd. It wasn’t until he was within enough space of the thief that he tasted something horrible. Hiding in the crowd, he reached up and touched his nose with his hand. He pulled back and groaned in sharp pain, and saw blood on his fingers. He understood that he had gotten the purse back in a miracle, but… his poor nose! He knew that his father or brothers wouldn’t like that he put himself in harm's way just for money, and he quickly put his free hand over his nose, hiding the blood. He acted like he was scratching it, and, keeping himself hidden just in case the thief came back, made his way back to his brother.
Grasping the purse as if his life depended on it, he walked back to where Amiti was. Once he was in eyeshot, Thaddeus held up the purse, keeping his other hand on his nose, obscuring the view of it. “I got it back, brother!” He called happily. Still ignoring the pain coming from his nose, he moved closer, and looked over at Amarissa and waved with the hand holding the purse. “Hi!” He started, “I’m sorry for knocking you over, I didn’t mean to.” He looked over at Amiti. “You didn’t get hurt in the fall, did you Amiti?”
Every action has a consequence. People had to know and respect that, and while Thaddeus never wished any evil on Yahweh’s creatures, choices were made and some had to be punished. That’s just how it worked…. He stood near his oldest brother as the crowd around him seethed in rage at the two women and a man about to be executed. Thaddeus wasn’t happy about the situation, but he didn’t feel any pity for those about to be executed. This was the punishment- they knew better, yet they did it anyway. That was the worst offense of it all. Thaddeus glanced at his father as he felt the weight of the stone drop into his hand, and his fingers curled around the hard edges. He didn’t even think as he lifted his arm and pitched the rock towards the women being judged. His father and brothers did so too, and a light sigh escaped Thad’s lips. It was a sorry sight, but it had to be done. Hopefully, this would be a sign to anyone thinking of doing the same, and they wouldn’t let themselves be led astray. But time would tell. Thaddeus followed his family as they moved away, wearing a smile plain on his face, nodding to those he passed by as if what they had just witnessed hadn’t happened. Thaddeus was back to his usual cheerful self. He waved to some people across the way who he recognized, smiling towards them. He stayed with his family, however, instead of socializing, as even Thaddeus knew what was and wasn’t good to do at that time.
He was walking behind Amiti as he suddenly heard a voice and then, bam. He felt pushed a couple of steps from where he was and fought to keep standing for a second. Shiloh noticed his father’s money purse missing, and Thaddeus didn’t even hesitate as he took off after the thief. Of course, he was too worried about catching the thief to notice someone in his way and he rammed right into the woman. “Hey!” He yelled in stark surprise and found himself hitting the ground. As he regained his senses he felt his brother and some man fall onto him and the lady, and Thaddeus groaned. He had to get the purse! “I’ll get it back, Amiti!” He shouted back but didn’t stop to see if Amiti had heard him. He clawed the ground as he shoved his body out of the pile and jumped up. He glanced around- caught his eye on the thief, and took off running at full speed, this time holding his arms out as to push anyone else out of the way.
He ran towards the thief, with full hopes that he’d get his father’s money back, in any way he could. The thief’s back was turned, and Thaddeus lunged, with his arms reaching, towards the purse in his hand. He felt the purse clutching his fingers, and Thaddeus smiled more brightly. Got it. He dug in his heels and tugged at the purse to get it away from the thief, but unfortunately, this movement startled the thief and the man turned and punched his hand straight towards Thaddeus in defense. Thaddeus cried out as he felt the other’s knuckles slammed right into his nose, and it took all of Thad to not fall onto his back. By the will of Yahweh Thaddeus simply wobbled backward, and while the Thief thought he had escaped the man, That was still in arm space enough to grab the purse, which he did, more firmly this time and started running through the crowd. It wasn’t until he was within enough space of the thief that he tasted something horrible. Hiding in the crowd, he reached up and touched his nose with his hand. He pulled back and groaned in sharp pain, and saw blood on his fingers. He understood that he had gotten the purse back in a miracle, but… his poor nose! He knew that his father or brothers wouldn’t like that he put himself in harm's way just for money, and he quickly put his free hand over his nose, hiding the blood. He acted like he was scratching it, and, keeping himself hidden just in case the thief came back, made his way back to his brother.
Grasping the purse as if his life depended on it, he walked back to where Amiti was. Once he was in eyeshot, Thaddeus held up the purse, keeping his other hand on his nose, obscuring the view of it. “I got it back, brother!” He called happily. Still ignoring the pain coming from his nose, he moved closer, and looked over at Amarissa and waved with the hand holding the purse. “Hi!” He started, “I’m sorry for knocking you over, I didn’t mean to.” He looked over at Amiti. “You didn’t get hurt in the fall, did you Amiti?”
Amarissa could not help the smile that came to her lips in response to Amiti's kind offer. Relief washed over her face and she nodded quickly accepting his offer. "Yes, please" she nodded and adjusted her mitpahath a little tighter to insure there was no misinterpretation of her acceptance of his offer. She obviously wasn't trying to spend more time with him, just accepting his kind offer of getting her back to safety. She was just looking around to see what direction they should head first when she saw Thaddeous walking up, exclaiming that he had gotten back the purse and, itching his nose?
Amarissa tilted her head slightly, observing him but being a good, respectful Judean lady and not speaking up until Thaddeous waved at her and apologized. "Oh no harm done. Mother says I need to practice my washing anyway" she noted with a slightly teasing tone to her voice as she tried in vain to get a spot of mud off her skirt. She noticed he still had not moved his hand from his nose. "Are you okay?" she asked, drawing slightly nearer but still a respectful distance. She noticed a bit of blood that was escaping the concealment of his hand. "My lord, you're bleeding..." she noted and glanced at Amiti quickly. She was not concerned that it was life threatening in the least, but still was not one to simply ignore the sight of blood.
She noted a certain similarity between these two and her own brothers. Brothers, it seemed were very similar regardless of family sometimes. Though had it been Cain and Caleb, Cain would have been doubled over laughing at poor Caleb for not avoiding what was likely a sucker punch and Caleb would be red faced and getting angry at his brother's lack of apparent caring. Perhaps brothers did vary, Amarissa conceded with a thought.
She wondered how Amiti would respond to his brother's injury. His actions towards her had shown evidence of a kind heart in there somewhere, she wondered if such considerations would extend to his brother as well.
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Amarissa could not help the smile that came to her lips in response to Amiti's kind offer. Relief washed over her face and she nodded quickly accepting his offer. "Yes, please" she nodded and adjusted her mitpahath a little tighter to insure there was no misinterpretation of her acceptance of his offer. She obviously wasn't trying to spend more time with him, just accepting his kind offer of getting her back to safety. She was just looking around to see what direction they should head first when she saw Thaddeous walking up, exclaiming that he had gotten back the purse and, itching his nose?
Amarissa tilted her head slightly, observing him but being a good, respectful Judean lady and not speaking up until Thaddeous waved at her and apologized. "Oh no harm done. Mother says I need to practice my washing anyway" she noted with a slightly teasing tone to her voice as she tried in vain to get a spot of mud off her skirt. She noticed he still had not moved his hand from his nose. "Are you okay?" she asked, drawing slightly nearer but still a respectful distance. She noticed a bit of blood that was escaping the concealment of his hand. "My lord, you're bleeding..." she noted and glanced at Amiti quickly. She was not concerned that it was life threatening in the least, but still was not one to simply ignore the sight of blood.
She noted a certain similarity between these two and her own brothers. Brothers, it seemed were very similar regardless of family sometimes. Though had it been Cain and Caleb, Cain would have been doubled over laughing at poor Caleb for not avoiding what was likely a sucker punch and Caleb would be red faced and getting angry at his brother's lack of apparent caring. Perhaps brothers did vary, Amarissa conceded with a thought.
She wondered how Amiti would respond to his brother's injury. His actions towards her had shown evidence of a kind heart in there somewhere, she wondered if such considerations would extend to his brother as well.
Amarissa could not help the smile that came to her lips in response to Amiti's kind offer. Relief washed over her face and she nodded quickly accepting his offer. "Yes, please" she nodded and adjusted her mitpahath a little tighter to insure there was no misinterpretation of her acceptance of his offer. She obviously wasn't trying to spend more time with him, just accepting his kind offer of getting her back to safety. She was just looking around to see what direction they should head first when she saw Thaddeous walking up, exclaiming that he had gotten back the purse and, itching his nose?
Amarissa tilted her head slightly, observing him but being a good, respectful Judean lady and not speaking up until Thaddeous waved at her and apologized. "Oh no harm done. Mother says I need to practice my washing anyway" she noted with a slightly teasing tone to her voice as she tried in vain to get a spot of mud off her skirt. She noticed he still had not moved his hand from his nose. "Are you okay?" she asked, drawing slightly nearer but still a respectful distance. She noticed a bit of blood that was escaping the concealment of his hand. "My lord, you're bleeding..." she noted and glanced at Amiti quickly. She was not concerned that it was life threatening in the least, but still was not one to simply ignore the sight of blood.
She noted a certain similarity between these two and her own brothers. Brothers, it seemed were very similar regardless of family sometimes. Though had it been Cain and Caleb, Cain would have been doubled over laughing at poor Caleb for not avoiding what was likely a sucker punch and Caleb would be red faced and getting angry at his brother's lack of apparent caring. Perhaps brothers did vary, Amarissa conceded with a thought.
She wondered how Amiti would respond to his brother's injury. His actions towards her had shown evidence of a kind heart in there somewhere, she wondered if such considerations would extend to his brother as well.
Perhaps the only good thing about her working for the Mahneeg of Damascus now, was the opportunities now granted to Gwyneth to travel beyond the walls of Damascus, which had been all she was familiar with for the last twenty five years of her life. While she worried about her father left at home, Gwyneth had visited him the night before, and left a small sack of coins that was her last salary from the week before with their neighbor so Valence could be well cared for. Her father had been sweet and gentle as usual, but the fact that he had called her Qiana more then her actual given name always did hurt her heart.
Travelling had been.... an eye opener. Having just been hired shy of a few months ago, Gwyneth had been passed over the first few months of council meetings, but with the apparent sickness of many girls of late, the young dark-haired girl was now enroute on the back of a cart with a handful of other servant girls meant to serve the Mahneeg in Israel as the family members attended the meeting. Luckily for the girl, she discovered she had no qualms against travelling.
What she did discover upon her visit to Israel however, was her high distaste for public executions.
It was funny, since technically, this distaste only surfaced itself of late, after witnessing her own sister's execution back in Damascus. The whole family had went out to the markets that day, and with a little time off, the whimsical side of Gwyneth decided that perhaps taking a little time to witness how the difference was in the pace of life between Israel and Damascus.
Except she had not expected to walk right into a public execution.
At first, Gwyneth had been quite clueless as to what was to take place, but thankfully (or unluckily, depending on how one were to look at the situation), she had been standing right next to a short-haired girl and another darker-skinned one who did not look as if she originated from Judea at all. Without a need to ask, the bronzed skin girl had gotten the answer that simultaneously gave Gwyneth the unasked question - an execution, the kind Gwyneth disliked the most.
Her hands had gripped by her side, and while she had accepted the rocks pressed into her palm, the moment the man had passed, Gwyneth let the tools of death fall right on to the dusty streets, refusing to take part in such an act. The ones to be executed were too far for Gwyneth to see - but could it truly be right to play as if one was Yahweh in deciding the fate of another human being? She did not believe it was so, for it should only be Yahweh with the right to give and take life away.
Not humans.
Backing her way out of the crowd, Gwyneth had been fully prepared to wrap her sheer white scarf around her head and head right back to the household to continue her duties. Before she could actually do what her head envisioned however, Gwyneth found herself startled when dogs began barking. Looking around, surprise entered her gaze when she saw the family of which she served, standing at a distance conversing with others of (Gwyneth suspected) equally noble blood.
"They will be fine." she replied - almost subconsciously to the young lady who Gwyneth had overheard earlier addressing the whole gathering of people as an execution. Realizing belatedly that she had spoken out of turn, her cheeks flushed, and Gwyneth waited till the bronzed-skin girl finished her explanations, before stuttering an apology. "I- do not mean to intrude upon a private conversation-" she bit upon her bottom lip, her fingers worrying on the brown michnasayim she wore that flared around her ankles. Unable to help herself in giving a second glance to the other, more talkative girl whose accent she heard and curly hair made her as very clearly not from Judea, the curiosity inherent in Gwyneth made her ask, "Where are you from, if you are not from Judea?" Shallow in her understanding of the world beyond Damascus, Gwyneth was discovering quite a fountain of curiosity within her of late.
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Perhaps the only good thing about her working for the Mahneeg of Damascus now, was the opportunities now granted to Gwyneth to travel beyond the walls of Damascus, which had been all she was familiar with for the last twenty five years of her life. While she worried about her father left at home, Gwyneth had visited him the night before, and left a small sack of coins that was her last salary from the week before with their neighbor so Valence could be well cared for. Her father had been sweet and gentle as usual, but the fact that he had called her Qiana more then her actual given name always did hurt her heart.
Travelling had been.... an eye opener. Having just been hired shy of a few months ago, Gwyneth had been passed over the first few months of council meetings, but with the apparent sickness of many girls of late, the young dark-haired girl was now enroute on the back of a cart with a handful of other servant girls meant to serve the Mahneeg in Israel as the family members attended the meeting. Luckily for the girl, she discovered she had no qualms against travelling.
What she did discover upon her visit to Israel however, was her high distaste for public executions.
It was funny, since technically, this distaste only surfaced itself of late, after witnessing her own sister's execution back in Damascus. The whole family had went out to the markets that day, and with a little time off, the whimsical side of Gwyneth decided that perhaps taking a little time to witness how the difference was in the pace of life between Israel and Damascus.
Except she had not expected to walk right into a public execution.
At first, Gwyneth had been quite clueless as to what was to take place, but thankfully (or unluckily, depending on how one were to look at the situation), she had been standing right next to a short-haired girl and another darker-skinned one who did not look as if she originated from Judea at all. Without a need to ask, the bronzed skin girl had gotten the answer that simultaneously gave Gwyneth the unasked question - an execution, the kind Gwyneth disliked the most.
Her hands had gripped by her side, and while she had accepted the rocks pressed into her palm, the moment the man had passed, Gwyneth let the tools of death fall right on to the dusty streets, refusing to take part in such an act. The ones to be executed were too far for Gwyneth to see - but could it truly be right to play as if one was Yahweh in deciding the fate of another human being? She did not believe it was so, for it should only be Yahweh with the right to give and take life away.
Not humans.
Backing her way out of the crowd, Gwyneth had been fully prepared to wrap her sheer white scarf around her head and head right back to the household to continue her duties. Before she could actually do what her head envisioned however, Gwyneth found herself startled when dogs began barking. Looking around, surprise entered her gaze when she saw the family of which she served, standing at a distance conversing with others of (Gwyneth suspected) equally noble blood.
"They will be fine." she replied - almost subconsciously to the young lady who Gwyneth had overheard earlier addressing the whole gathering of people as an execution. Realizing belatedly that she had spoken out of turn, her cheeks flushed, and Gwyneth waited till the bronzed-skin girl finished her explanations, before stuttering an apology. "I- do not mean to intrude upon a private conversation-" she bit upon her bottom lip, her fingers worrying on the brown michnasayim she wore that flared around her ankles. Unable to help herself in giving a second glance to the other, more talkative girl whose accent she heard and curly hair made her as very clearly not from Judea, the curiosity inherent in Gwyneth made her ask, "Where are you from, if you are not from Judea?" Shallow in her understanding of the world beyond Damascus, Gwyneth was discovering quite a fountain of curiosity within her of late.
Perhaps the only good thing about her working for the Mahneeg of Damascus now, was the opportunities now granted to Gwyneth to travel beyond the walls of Damascus, which had been all she was familiar with for the last twenty five years of her life. While she worried about her father left at home, Gwyneth had visited him the night before, and left a small sack of coins that was her last salary from the week before with their neighbor so Valence could be well cared for. Her father had been sweet and gentle as usual, but the fact that he had called her Qiana more then her actual given name always did hurt her heart.
Travelling had been.... an eye opener. Having just been hired shy of a few months ago, Gwyneth had been passed over the first few months of council meetings, but with the apparent sickness of many girls of late, the young dark-haired girl was now enroute on the back of a cart with a handful of other servant girls meant to serve the Mahneeg in Israel as the family members attended the meeting. Luckily for the girl, she discovered she had no qualms against travelling.
What she did discover upon her visit to Israel however, was her high distaste for public executions.
It was funny, since technically, this distaste only surfaced itself of late, after witnessing her own sister's execution back in Damascus. The whole family had went out to the markets that day, and with a little time off, the whimsical side of Gwyneth decided that perhaps taking a little time to witness how the difference was in the pace of life between Israel and Damascus.
Except she had not expected to walk right into a public execution.
At first, Gwyneth had been quite clueless as to what was to take place, but thankfully (or unluckily, depending on how one were to look at the situation), she had been standing right next to a short-haired girl and another darker-skinned one who did not look as if she originated from Judea at all. Without a need to ask, the bronzed skin girl had gotten the answer that simultaneously gave Gwyneth the unasked question - an execution, the kind Gwyneth disliked the most.
Her hands had gripped by her side, and while she had accepted the rocks pressed into her palm, the moment the man had passed, Gwyneth let the tools of death fall right on to the dusty streets, refusing to take part in such an act. The ones to be executed were too far for Gwyneth to see - but could it truly be right to play as if one was Yahweh in deciding the fate of another human being? She did not believe it was so, for it should only be Yahweh with the right to give and take life away.
Not humans.
Backing her way out of the crowd, Gwyneth had been fully prepared to wrap her sheer white scarf around her head and head right back to the household to continue her duties. Before she could actually do what her head envisioned however, Gwyneth found herself startled when dogs began barking. Looking around, surprise entered her gaze when she saw the family of which she served, standing at a distance conversing with others of (Gwyneth suspected) equally noble blood.
"They will be fine." she replied - almost subconsciously to the young lady who Gwyneth had overheard earlier addressing the whole gathering of people as an execution. Realizing belatedly that she had spoken out of turn, her cheeks flushed, and Gwyneth waited till the bronzed-skin girl finished her explanations, before stuttering an apology. "I- do not mean to intrude upon a private conversation-" she bit upon her bottom lip, her fingers worrying on the brown michnasayim she wore that flared around her ankles. Unable to help herself in giving a second glance to the other, more talkative girl whose accent she heard and curly hair made her as very clearly not from Judea, the curiosity inherent in Gwyneth made her ask, "Where are you from, if you are not from Judea?" Shallow in her understanding of the world beyond Damascus, Gwyneth was discovering quite a fountain of curiosity within her of late.
She needn’t have worried that he thought ill of her acceptance of his offer. He waited for her to adjust her mitpahath and was on the verge of asking which way they should go when he saw Thaddeus. A smile broke out on his face right at first, when he spotted the coin purse held aloft, but then he frowned. Blood? His features cleared a little. Why was he not surprised?
“No,” he said easily, clasping Thaddeus on the shoulder and giving his brother a thorough looking over. “I didn’t, but I can see that you did.” With the coin purse in hand, they could breathe a little easier. “Good man. Father will be pleased.” Glancing at Amarissa, he didn’t actually want it seen that his brother was beaten to a bloody pulp. That was overstating it, of course, but walking around in a crowd with a bloody nose?
“Here, Thaddeus.” Amiti withdrew a cloth from inside his sleeve and pressed it into Thaddeus’s hand. “Use that to staunch the bleeding.” Motioning to Amarissa, he said, “I’m going to take her to her family and then I will be back to father. I think Gwyn is over there speaking to those women if you want to alert her that we’re leaving.” He waved in Gwyn’s direction, trying to catch her attention and motioning to Thaddeus. Somehow she’d maybe know to help his brother with his bloody nose? Maybe?
“Come, Amarissa. Stay close.” The last thing he wanted was for either of them to have yet another run in with someone else and for everyone to go crashing to the ground again. He waited to be told in what direction to take her, but once armed with that information, he lightly touched her elbow and began shouldering his way through the crowd, keeping two fingers on her just to keep track of where she was.
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She needn’t have worried that he thought ill of her acceptance of his offer. He waited for her to adjust her mitpahath and was on the verge of asking which way they should go when he saw Thaddeus. A smile broke out on his face right at first, when he spotted the coin purse held aloft, but then he frowned. Blood? His features cleared a little. Why was he not surprised?
“No,” he said easily, clasping Thaddeus on the shoulder and giving his brother a thorough looking over. “I didn’t, but I can see that you did.” With the coin purse in hand, they could breathe a little easier. “Good man. Father will be pleased.” Glancing at Amarissa, he didn’t actually want it seen that his brother was beaten to a bloody pulp. That was overstating it, of course, but walking around in a crowd with a bloody nose?
“Here, Thaddeus.” Amiti withdrew a cloth from inside his sleeve and pressed it into Thaddeus’s hand. “Use that to staunch the bleeding.” Motioning to Amarissa, he said, “I’m going to take her to her family and then I will be back to father. I think Gwyn is over there speaking to those women if you want to alert her that we’re leaving.” He waved in Gwyn’s direction, trying to catch her attention and motioning to Thaddeus. Somehow she’d maybe know to help his brother with his bloody nose? Maybe?
“Come, Amarissa. Stay close.” The last thing he wanted was for either of them to have yet another run in with someone else and for everyone to go crashing to the ground again. He waited to be told in what direction to take her, but once armed with that information, he lightly touched her elbow and began shouldering his way through the crowd, keeping two fingers on her just to keep track of where she was.
She needn’t have worried that he thought ill of her acceptance of his offer. He waited for her to adjust her mitpahath and was on the verge of asking which way they should go when he saw Thaddeus. A smile broke out on his face right at first, when he spotted the coin purse held aloft, but then he frowned. Blood? His features cleared a little. Why was he not surprised?
“No,” he said easily, clasping Thaddeus on the shoulder and giving his brother a thorough looking over. “I didn’t, but I can see that you did.” With the coin purse in hand, they could breathe a little easier. “Good man. Father will be pleased.” Glancing at Amarissa, he didn’t actually want it seen that his brother was beaten to a bloody pulp. That was overstating it, of course, but walking around in a crowd with a bloody nose?
“Here, Thaddeus.” Amiti withdrew a cloth from inside his sleeve and pressed it into Thaddeus’s hand. “Use that to staunch the bleeding.” Motioning to Amarissa, he said, “I’m going to take her to her family and then I will be back to father. I think Gwyn is over there speaking to those women if you want to alert her that we’re leaving.” He waved in Gwyn’s direction, trying to catch her attention and motioning to Thaddeus. Somehow she’d maybe know to help his brother with his bloody nose? Maybe?
“Come, Amarissa. Stay close.” The last thing he wanted was for either of them to have yet another run in with someone else and for everyone to go crashing to the ground again. He waited to be told in what direction to take her, but once armed with that information, he lightly touched her elbow and began shouldering his way through the crowd, keeping two fingers on her just to keep track of where she was.
He hadn’t anticipated getting hurt. All he wanted was to steal his father’s money back from the thief, and get back to his family as soon as possible. Thaddeus ignored his dirty clothes from falling and tripping over people as he continued to follow the sinner- the thief, the no-good-doer, and trying his best to get to him. As he was running, his feet pushing off the hard ground as he was trying to go faster, his legs swift in their movements. He finally did reach the man, holding out his hand to grab his father’s purse and gripping it into his palm. Success! It was short lived however when the thief punched Thaddeus in surprise, but thankfully the man got away without any more challenges. He only really noticed when he felt something wet near his nose, and he covered it quickly. He was in such big trouble!
Reaching his brother he showed him what he had brought back, and his heart practically leaped when he saw his brother’s approval. He continued to cover his nose, which while it wasn’t giving him pain, it was still bleeding. He shook his head at Amarissa’s words; “It’s not bad.” He frowned at Amiti's words. “But… it doesn’t hurt!” Thaddeus protested, not wanting his brother to think that he had taken a risk in getting the money back. He frowned as he felt the softness of the cloth brush up against his hand, and Thad looked down at the ground. He inhaled and exhaled a breath of defeat. “Yes brother,” He spoke before putting the cloth against his nose, wincing at the pressure that came along with touching his face. He just didn’t want his brother to be disappointed in him getting hurt, that was all.
“Gwyn?” His voice seemed to raise in excitement, though slightly though. He didn’t want to make a wrong move and hurt himself even more. “See you soon then, Amiti, and good luck” He replied to both Amiti and Amarissa, fully in mind to interact with the very attractive servant lady. Thaddeus watched as his brother left, and quickly moved on to the woman he had been thinking about more and more. “Gywn….” He said in a soft whine, now acting more relaxed since his brother was away. “The sinner punched me and now I’m in pain.” Thaddeus spoke, obviously looking to get her attention. “I….” He said, before looking at her more closely. “I require your assistance.” He was still in fact covering his nose up, now with the cloth. He was sure his nose was still in place but…. Perhaps Gwyn could check? “Also, while I’m still thinking, we’re supposed to be leaving.”
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He hadn’t anticipated getting hurt. All he wanted was to steal his father’s money back from the thief, and get back to his family as soon as possible. Thaddeus ignored his dirty clothes from falling and tripping over people as he continued to follow the sinner- the thief, the no-good-doer, and trying his best to get to him. As he was running, his feet pushing off the hard ground as he was trying to go faster, his legs swift in their movements. He finally did reach the man, holding out his hand to grab his father’s purse and gripping it into his palm. Success! It was short lived however when the thief punched Thaddeus in surprise, but thankfully the man got away without any more challenges. He only really noticed when he felt something wet near his nose, and he covered it quickly. He was in such big trouble!
Reaching his brother he showed him what he had brought back, and his heart practically leaped when he saw his brother’s approval. He continued to cover his nose, which while it wasn’t giving him pain, it was still bleeding. He shook his head at Amarissa’s words; “It’s not bad.” He frowned at Amiti's words. “But… it doesn’t hurt!” Thaddeus protested, not wanting his brother to think that he had taken a risk in getting the money back. He frowned as he felt the softness of the cloth brush up against his hand, and Thad looked down at the ground. He inhaled and exhaled a breath of defeat. “Yes brother,” He spoke before putting the cloth against his nose, wincing at the pressure that came along with touching his face. He just didn’t want his brother to be disappointed in him getting hurt, that was all.
“Gwyn?” His voice seemed to raise in excitement, though slightly though. He didn’t want to make a wrong move and hurt himself even more. “See you soon then, Amiti, and good luck” He replied to both Amiti and Amarissa, fully in mind to interact with the very attractive servant lady. Thaddeus watched as his brother left, and quickly moved on to the woman he had been thinking about more and more. “Gywn….” He said in a soft whine, now acting more relaxed since his brother was away. “The sinner punched me and now I’m in pain.” Thaddeus spoke, obviously looking to get her attention. “I….” He said, before looking at her more closely. “I require your assistance.” He was still in fact covering his nose up, now with the cloth. He was sure his nose was still in place but…. Perhaps Gwyn could check? “Also, while I’m still thinking, we’re supposed to be leaving.”
He hadn’t anticipated getting hurt. All he wanted was to steal his father’s money back from the thief, and get back to his family as soon as possible. Thaddeus ignored his dirty clothes from falling and tripping over people as he continued to follow the sinner- the thief, the no-good-doer, and trying his best to get to him. As he was running, his feet pushing off the hard ground as he was trying to go faster, his legs swift in their movements. He finally did reach the man, holding out his hand to grab his father’s purse and gripping it into his palm. Success! It was short lived however when the thief punched Thaddeus in surprise, but thankfully the man got away without any more challenges. He only really noticed when he felt something wet near his nose, and he covered it quickly. He was in such big trouble!
Reaching his brother he showed him what he had brought back, and his heart practically leaped when he saw his brother’s approval. He continued to cover his nose, which while it wasn’t giving him pain, it was still bleeding. He shook his head at Amarissa’s words; “It’s not bad.” He frowned at Amiti's words. “But… it doesn’t hurt!” Thaddeus protested, not wanting his brother to think that he had taken a risk in getting the money back. He frowned as he felt the softness of the cloth brush up against his hand, and Thad looked down at the ground. He inhaled and exhaled a breath of defeat. “Yes brother,” He spoke before putting the cloth against his nose, wincing at the pressure that came along with touching his face. He just didn’t want his brother to be disappointed in him getting hurt, that was all.
“Gwyn?” His voice seemed to raise in excitement, though slightly though. He didn’t want to make a wrong move and hurt himself even more. “See you soon then, Amiti, and good luck” He replied to both Amiti and Amarissa, fully in mind to interact with the very attractive servant lady. Thaddeus watched as his brother left, and quickly moved on to the woman he had been thinking about more and more. “Gywn….” He said in a soft whine, now acting more relaxed since his brother was away. “The sinner punched me and now I’m in pain.” Thaddeus spoke, obviously looking to get her attention. “I….” He said, before looking at her more closely. “I require your assistance.” He was still in fact covering his nose up, now with the cloth. He was sure his nose was still in place but…. Perhaps Gwyn could check? “Also, while I’m still thinking, we’re supposed to be leaving.”
Amarissa had to inwardly smile at the interactions between Amiti and Thaddeus. It was obvious that the two cared for each other and Amarissa felt slightly bad that she'd thought ill of them. It was true that they had just participated in the murder of three people. But one stone...no it wasn't just them. It was culture, it was expectations. If they appeared lax it would endanger their whole family to scrutiny after all. Amarissa knew that in her own family, her eldest brother's demeanor and acting out certainly did not reflect kindly on the rest of them, or so her father had often reminded them all.
As Amiti led her away through the crowd, two fingers respectfully on her elbow to help guide the way, Amarissa felt relief that Amiti and his family had looked upon her kindly. No rebuke for her wayward wandering, no scoffing at her less than stellar sibling. And of course there was Caleb, he was a jewel as far as Amiti was concerned most likely. Perhaps she shouldn't worry so much about what the other families thought.But she just couldn't let it go. The thoughts, the worries. Did it ever end? Could she ever just be? Just be who she was? Even she knew the answer to that. Just like that man who died today.
She was shaken from her thoughts by her father and mother's voices. "Amarissa! We were looking for you all over." They scolded gently but the relief was clear on their faces. Rishona wrapped her arm around Amarissa and brought her away from Amiti, close against her side. Elhanan looked a bit warily at Amiti but offered a kind greetings regardless and thanked him profusely for returning their daughter in this crowd. 'Thank you' Amarissa mouthed quietly to him when she briefly caught his eye before dipping her head respectfully once more to acknowledge her mother's gentle chastising.
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Amarissa had to inwardly smile at the interactions between Amiti and Thaddeus. It was obvious that the two cared for each other and Amarissa felt slightly bad that she'd thought ill of them. It was true that they had just participated in the murder of three people. But one stone...no it wasn't just them. It was culture, it was expectations. If they appeared lax it would endanger their whole family to scrutiny after all. Amarissa knew that in her own family, her eldest brother's demeanor and acting out certainly did not reflect kindly on the rest of them, or so her father had often reminded them all.
As Amiti led her away through the crowd, two fingers respectfully on her elbow to help guide the way, Amarissa felt relief that Amiti and his family had looked upon her kindly. No rebuke for her wayward wandering, no scoffing at her less than stellar sibling. And of course there was Caleb, he was a jewel as far as Amiti was concerned most likely. Perhaps she shouldn't worry so much about what the other families thought.But she just couldn't let it go. The thoughts, the worries. Did it ever end? Could she ever just be? Just be who she was? Even she knew the answer to that. Just like that man who died today.
She was shaken from her thoughts by her father and mother's voices. "Amarissa! We were looking for you all over." They scolded gently but the relief was clear on their faces. Rishona wrapped her arm around Amarissa and brought her away from Amiti, close against her side. Elhanan looked a bit warily at Amiti but offered a kind greetings regardless and thanked him profusely for returning their daughter in this crowd. 'Thank you' Amarissa mouthed quietly to him when she briefly caught his eye before dipping her head respectfully once more to acknowledge her mother's gentle chastising.
Amarissa had to inwardly smile at the interactions between Amiti and Thaddeus. It was obvious that the two cared for each other and Amarissa felt slightly bad that she'd thought ill of them. It was true that they had just participated in the murder of three people. But one stone...no it wasn't just them. It was culture, it was expectations. If they appeared lax it would endanger their whole family to scrutiny after all. Amarissa knew that in her own family, her eldest brother's demeanor and acting out certainly did not reflect kindly on the rest of them, or so her father had often reminded them all.
As Amiti led her away through the crowd, two fingers respectfully on her elbow to help guide the way, Amarissa felt relief that Amiti and his family had looked upon her kindly. No rebuke for her wayward wandering, no scoffing at her less than stellar sibling. And of course there was Caleb, he was a jewel as far as Amiti was concerned most likely. Perhaps she shouldn't worry so much about what the other families thought.But she just couldn't let it go. The thoughts, the worries. Did it ever end? Could she ever just be? Just be who she was? Even she knew the answer to that. Just like that man who died today.
She was shaken from her thoughts by her father and mother's voices. "Amarissa! We were looking for you all over." They scolded gently but the relief was clear on their faces. Rishona wrapped her arm around Amarissa and brought her away from Amiti, close against her side. Elhanan looked a bit warily at Amiti but offered a kind greetings regardless and thanked him profusely for returning their daughter in this crowd. 'Thank you' Amarissa mouthed quietly to him when she briefly caught his eye before dipping her head respectfully once more to acknowledge her mother's gentle chastising.
Before the one she had spoken to could respond however, Gwyneth's sharp eyes honed from years of helping her parents in the market where they had to keep an eye out for snitching, caught a faint wave in her direction. Changing to identify who it was from, her breathe caught when she noted it being her employer's family themselves - which meant that what little time she had managed to eek out for herself to explore Israel was now moot, for it looked from the way Amiti waved, that their time in the public hall was now done.
Nodding in return, Gwyneth murmured her apologies to the two ladies she had been speaking to as she tried to make sense of her employers wave. He had motioned to Thaddeus - was there something that had happened?
It didn't take long for the servant girl to learn of the instances of course. The young master of the Jaffe Manheeg had always been oddly transparent to Gwyneth, a fact that she did not know what to do with. Her intentions in getting herself hired to the Manheeg were entirely selfish and for reasons not moral at all, a fact that Yahweh would disapprove of. That was something Gwyneth had taken quite awhile to get over, but in the end the need to see her sister's name cleared won out.
Entering the household to work for them, Gwyneth had held the preconceived notion that everyone within the household was likely a villain of some sort, for they had a hand in ensuring Ayala's death. Yet the younger brother of Amiti was proving himself quite.. different from Gwyneth's expectations.
He was kindhearted, at least from what the young girl has seen. But more then that, Thaddeus's actions with her made him seem almost genuine, a fact that Gwyneth was finding harder and harder to resist. She did not want any of them to be kind, or nice, or sweet. She had believed them all to be coldhearted monsters. She just had to continue being steadfast in that belief.
Giving Thaddeus a, what she hoped, was a gentle and understanding smile (but in actuality came out looking a little tight and awkward), Gwyneth wrinkled her brows when she saw how he was covering his nose up, likely bloody considering he just said he had been punched. "How may I help you, Master Thaddeus?" she replied, courteous as always as she had been instructed since day one. "I'm no physician, but if you need to, perhaps I could escort you to one?" Nodding, Gwyneth looked up when Thaddeus mentioned leaving, checking on where Amiti is first before responding. "I believe we're to wait for Master Amiti to return first though. Maybe.... do you still bleed?" Gwyneth queried, gingerly reaching out to see if Thaddeus would allow her to remove his hand from his nose.
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Before the one she had spoken to could respond however, Gwyneth's sharp eyes honed from years of helping her parents in the market where they had to keep an eye out for snitching, caught a faint wave in her direction. Changing to identify who it was from, her breathe caught when she noted it being her employer's family themselves - which meant that what little time she had managed to eek out for herself to explore Israel was now moot, for it looked from the way Amiti waved, that their time in the public hall was now done.
Nodding in return, Gwyneth murmured her apologies to the two ladies she had been speaking to as she tried to make sense of her employers wave. He had motioned to Thaddeus - was there something that had happened?
It didn't take long for the servant girl to learn of the instances of course. The young master of the Jaffe Manheeg had always been oddly transparent to Gwyneth, a fact that she did not know what to do with. Her intentions in getting herself hired to the Manheeg were entirely selfish and for reasons not moral at all, a fact that Yahweh would disapprove of. That was something Gwyneth had taken quite awhile to get over, but in the end the need to see her sister's name cleared won out.
Entering the household to work for them, Gwyneth had held the preconceived notion that everyone within the household was likely a villain of some sort, for they had a hand in ensuring Ayala's death. Yet the younger brother of Amiti was proving himself quite.. different from Gwyneth's expectations.
He was kindhearted, at least from what the young girl has seen. But more then that, Thaddeus's actions with her made him seem almost genuine, a fact that Gwyneth was finding harder and harder to resist. She did not want any of them to be kind, or nice, or sweet. She had believed them all to be coldhearted monsters. She just had to continue being steadfast in that belief.
Giving Thaddeus a, what she hoped, was a gentle and understanding smile (but in actuality came out looking a little tight and awkward), Gwyneth wrinkled her brows when she saw how he was covering his nose up, likely bloody considering he just said he had been punched. "How may I help you, Master Thaddeus?" she replied, courteous as always as she had been instructed since day one. "I'm no physician, but if you need to, perhaps I could escort you to one?" Nodding, Gwyneth looked up when Thaddeus mentioned leaving, checking on where Amiti is first before responding. "I believe we're to wait for Master Amiti to return first though. Maybe.... do you still bleed?" Gwyneth queried, gingerly reaching out to see if Thaddeus would allow her to remove his hand from his nose.
Before the one she had spoken to could respond however, Gwyneth's sharp eyes honed from years of helping her parents in the market where they had to keep an eye out for snitching, caught a faint wave in her direction. Changing to identify who it was from, her breathe caught when she noted it being her employer's family themselves - which meant that what little time she had managed to eek out for herself to explore Israel was now moot, for it looked from the way Amiti waved, that their time in the public hall was now done.
Nodding in return, Gwyneth murmured her apologies to the two ladies she had been speaking to as she tried to make sense of her employers wave. He had motioned to Thaddeus - was there something that had happened?
It didn't take long for the servant girl to learn of the instances of course. The young master of the Jaffe Manheeg had always been oddly transparent to Gwyneth, a fact that she did not know what to do with. Her intentions in getting herself hired to the Manheeg were entirely selfish and for reasons not moral at all, a fact that Yahweh would disapprove of. That was something Gwyneth had taken quite awhile to get over, but in the end the need to see her sister's name cleared won out.
Entering the household to work for them, Gwyneth had held the preconceived notion that everyone within the household was likely a villain of some sort, for they had a hand in ensuring Ayala's death. Yet the younger brother of Amiti was proving himself quite.. different from Gwyneth's expectations.
He was kindhearted, at least from what the young girl has seen. But more then that, Thaddeus's actions with her made him seem almost genuine, a fact that Gwyneth was finding harder and harder to resist. She did not want any of them to be kind, or nice, or sweet. She had believed them all to be coldhearted monsters. She just had to continue being steadfast in that belief.
Giving Thaddeus a, what she hoped, was a gentle and understanding smile (but in actuality came out looking a little tight and awkward), Gwyneth wrinkled her brows when she saw how he was covering his nose up, likely bloody considering he just said he had been punched. "How may I help you, Master Thaddeus?" she replied, courteous as always as she had been instructed since day one. "I'm no physician, but if you need to, perhaps I could escort you to one?" Nodding, Gwyneth looked up when Thaddeus mentioned leaving, checking on where Amiti is first before responding. "I believe we're to wait for Master Amiti to return first though. Maybe.... do you still bleed?" Gwyneth queried, gingerly reaching out to see if Thaddeus would allow her to remove his hand from his nose.
Arela smiled at Neena’s explanation of why she didn’t want a slower pace of conversation, and agreed to her further reasoning of why Neena preferred to speak Hebrew rather than Greek. “Of course,” it was easier speaking in her mother tongue anyway.
As she returned her attention to Neena after the collision, she heard a brand new voice echoing her convictions and Arela startled, glancing up to see another young woman whom she had not realized was listening in. Relieved to hear the other repeat her own sentiments about the situation she smiled at the girl, and was able to focus on Neena’s story without glancing back at Amarissa.
Despite Neena’s brightness and eagerness to share her life experience, Arela still found the fact that Neena didn’t know where she was from sad. So much of her own life revolved around the shared culture they had in Judea that just thinking of being completely separated from the knowledge of where she was from was shocking.
The journeying that Neena’s life seemed to primarily consist of was less terrifying. Just the thought of having the freedom to go wherever she wanted with no repercussions made her eyes light up, the places Neena must’ve seen in her travels.
As Neena explained her sitting position, Arela pondered her words and figured she must be right. After all, Neena had already proven to be strange during their short acquaintance. She had no mithpahath, her clothing was shockingly short and revealing and of course she sat strangely. Yet Neena had done them as if it was not strange but rather normal and perhaps for her it was. If she had not been taught the proper way to do things by her mothers would she too act like Neena?
As for the jewelry she wore, the woman claimed that they had no real meaning and simply reminded her of those she had lost, which Arela found interesting and was about to point out that the reminders were the meaning behind the jewelry before recoiling at Neena’s claim of having no religion or husband.
It was one of the things that bothered her about Teris. He was not Judean but rather Greek and as a result worshiped their gods made of wood and stone. His insistence over their existence irked her to no end. It was a topic she avoided when around him, of course she had no doubts about the existence of Yahweh, but she found it difficult to talk to Teris about his beliefs and the few conversations that they had about religion through the years had ended in arguments with one or the other storming away - usually Arela.
Neena finished speaking and the girl who had joined them spoke up, and Arela was surprised to hear her apologizing, she after all was unlikely to apologize if she found herself in a similar situation. “I’m fine if you stick around!” Plus her words had the added benefit of making her look good.
No sooner than the girl had begun to ask her questions, as she murmured an apology and began to walk away from the pair of them. Very confused, Arela almost reached out to grab her but quickly pulled her arm back into herself. “Alright, have a good day!” she called out brightly to the girl.
Turning to Neena she said, “I wonder what that was all about.” Not really looking for an answer, she sighed dramatically. “You’re interesting. I’ve heard so much about Greece. I would never go alone like you, but I’d like to see it.”
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Arela smiled at Neena’s explanation of why she didn’t want a slower pace of conversation, and agreed to her further reasoning of why Neena preferred to speak Hebrew rather than Greek. “Of course,” it was easier speaking in her mother tongue anyway.
As she returned her attention to Neena after the collision, she heard a brand new voice echoing her convictions and Arela startled, glancing up to see another young woman whom she had not realized was listening in. Relieved to hear the other repeat her own sentiments about the situation she smiled at the girl, and was able to focus on Neena’s story without glancing back at Amarissa.
Despite Neena’s brightness and eagerness to share her life experience, Arela still found the fact that Neena didn’t know where she was from sad. So much of her own life revolved around the shared culture they had in Judea that just thinking of being completely separated from the knowledge of where she was from was shocking.
The journeying that Neena’s life seemed to primarily consist of was less terrifying. Just the thought of having the freedom to go wherever she wanted with no repercussions made her eyes light up, the places Neena must’ve seen in her travels.
As Neena explained her sitting position, Arela pondered her words and figured she must be right. After all, Neena had already proven to be strange during their short acquaintance. She had no mithpahath, her clothing was shockingly short and revealing and of course she sat strangely. Yet Neena had done them as if it was not strange but rather normal and perhaps for her it was. If she had not been taught the proper way to do things by her mothers would she too act like Neena?
As for the jewelry she wore, the woman claimed that they had no real meaning and simply reminded her of those she had lost, which Arela found interesting and was about to point out that the reminders were the meaning behind the jewelry before recoiling at Neena’s claim of having no religion or husband.
It was one of the things that bothered her about Teris. He was not Judean but rather Greek and as a result worshiped their gods made of wood and stone. His insistence over their existence irked her to no end. It was a topic she avoided when around him, of course she had no doubts about the existence of Yahweh, but she found it difficult to talk to Teris about his beliefs and the few conversations that they had about religion through the years had ended in arguments with one or the other storming away - usually Arela.
Neena finished speaking and the girl who had joined them spoke up, and Arela was surprised to hear her apologizing, she after all was unlikely to apologize if she found herself in a similar situation. “I’m fine if you stick around!” Plus her words had the added benefit of making her look good.
No sooner than the girl had begun to ask her questions, as she murmured an apology and began to walk away from the pair of them. Very confused, Arela almost reached out to grab her but quickly pulled her arm back into herself. “Alright, have a good day!” she called out brightly to the girl.
Turning to Neena she said, “I wonder what that was all about.” Not really looking for an answer, she sighed dramatically. “You’re interesting. I’ve heard so much about Greece. I would never go alone like you, but I’d like to see it.”
Arela smiled at Neena’s explanation of why she didn’t want a slower pace of conversation, and agreed to her further reasoning of why Neena preferred to speak Hebrew rather than Greek. “Of course,” it was easier speaking in her mother tongue anyway.
As she returned her attention to Neena after the collision, she heard a brand new voice echoing her convictions and Arela startled, glancing up to see another young woman whom she had not realized was listening in. Relieved to hear the other repeat her own sentiments about the situation she smiled at the girl, and was able to focus on Neena’s story without glancing back at Amarissa.
Despite Neena’s brightness and eagerness to share her life experience, Arela still found the fact that Neena didn’t know where she was from sad. So much of her own life revolved around the shared culture they had in Judea that just thinking of being completely separated from the knowledge of where she was from was shocking.
The journeying that Neena’s life seemed to primarily consist of was less terrifying. Just the thought of having the freedom to go wherever she wanted with no repercussions made her eyes light up, the places Neena must’ve seen in her travels.
As Neena explained her sitting position, Arela pondered her words and figured she must be right. After all, Neena had already proven to be strange during their short acquaintance. She had no mithpahath, her clothing was shockingly short and revealing and of course she sat strangely. Yet Neena had done them as if it was not strange but rather normal and perhaps for her it was. If she had not been taught the proper way to do things by her mothers would she too act like Neena?
As for the jewelry she wore, the woman claimed that they had no real meaning and simply reminded her of those she had lost, which Arela found interesting and was about to point out that the reminders were the meaning behind the jewelry before recoiling at Neena’s claim of having no religion or husband.
It was one of the things that bothered her about Teris. He was not Judean but rather Greek and as a result worshiped their gods made of wood and stone. His insistence over their existence irked her to no end. It was a topic she avoided when around him, of course she had no doubts about the existence of Yahweh, but she found it difficult to talk to Teris about his beliefs and the few conversations that they had about religion through the years had ended in arguments with one or the other storming away - usually Arela.
Neena finished speaking and the girl who had joined them spoke up, and Arela was surprised to hear her apologizing, she after all was unlikely to apologize if she found herself in a similar situation. “I’m fine if you stick around!” Plus her words had the added benefit of making her look good.
No sooner than the girl had begun to ask her questions, as she murmured an apology and began to walk away from the pair of them. Very confused, Arela almost reached out to grab her but quickly pulled her arm back into herself. “Alright, have a good day!” she called out brightly to the girl.
Turning to Neena she said, “I wonder what that was all about.” Not really looking for an answer, she sighed dramatically. “You’re interesting. I’ve heard so much about Greece. I would never go alone like you, but I’d like to see it.”
It took a few minutes but he finally found Amarissa’s family. Her mother effused when she spotted them, wrapping Amarissa up and Amiti smiled but the smile faded when he spotted Elhanan’s wary look at him. At first it confused him, but then he immediately understood it; what was Amarissa doing with him in the first place? That was likely her father’s thought and Amiti gave him a slight bow until the man turned away. He didn’t need to make enemies with Amarissa’s family - especially if he was doing the right thing by returning her.
He then returned to find Thaddeus and Gwyneth. “There you two are. Let’s find father and Shiloh and get out of here. I’m tired and I’ve already been sat on.” His tone was a little grouchy, but he felt perfectly justified to not be in a stellar mood. It was hot and dusty. People were everywhere, and though he believed the execution was totally a case of justice served, it wasn’t like he enjoyed death. It rather sapped one’s spirit and sobered one up a bit.
Putting a hand on Thaddeus to get him moving, he merely glanced at Gwyneth, thinking that would be enough to draw her along side them and out of the crowds. “Father’s over there,” he said, pointing to where Tzephaniah and Shiloh were standing. The old man and young one had found a place against a wall and were waving so that they could be seen. “I want a bath and a change of clothes,” Amiti groused. “Today has been horrendous.”
He wasn’t in a good mood until later that night when he’d had both of those things. Of course, he tried not to make too much trouble for his brothers, but he didn’t curb the irritation in his tone for Gwyneth. To her, he groused and complained the whole night until it was bed time.
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It took a few minutes but he finally found Amarissa’s family. Her mother effused when she spotted them, wrapping Amarissa up and Amiti smiled but the smile faded when he spotted Elhanan’s wary look at him. At first it confused him, but then he immediately understood it; what was Amarissa doing with him in the first place? That was likely her father’s thought and Amiti gave him a slight bow until the man turned away. He didn’t need to make enemies with Amarissa’s family - especially if he was doing the right thing by returning her.
He then returned to find Thaddeus and Gwyneth. “There you two are. Let’s find father and Shiloh and get out of here. I’m tired and I’ve already been sat on.” His tone was a little grouchy, but he felt perfectly justified to not be in a stellar mood. It was hot and dusty. People were everywhere, and though he believed the execution was totally a case of justice served, it wasn’t like he enjoyed death. It rather sapped one’s spirit and sobered one up a bit.
Putting a hand on Thaddeus to get him moving, he merely glanced at Gwyneth, thinking that would be enough to draw her along side them and out of the crowds. “Father’s over there,” he said, pointing to where Tzephaniah and Shiloh were standing. The old man and young one had found a place against a wall and were waving so that they could be seen. “I want a bath and a change of clothes,” Amiti groused. “Today has been horrendous.”
He wasn’t in a good mood until later that night when he’d had both of those things. Of course, he tried not to make too much trouble for his brothers, but he didn’t curb the irritation in his tone for Gwyneth. To her, he groused and complained the whole night until it was bed time.
It took a few minutes but he finally found Amarissa’s family. Her mother effused when she spotted them, wrapping Amarissa up and Amiti smiled but the smile faded when he spotted Elhanan’s wary look at him. At first it confused him, but then he immediately understood it; what was Amarissa doing with him in the first place? That was likely her father’s thought and Amiti gave him a slight bow until the man turned away. He didn’t need to make enemies with Amarissa’s family - especially if he was doing the right thing by returning her.
He then returned to find Thaddeus and Gwyneth. “There you two are. Let’s find father and Shiloh and get out of here. I’m tired and I’ve already been sat on.” His tone was a little grouchy, but he felt perfectly justified to not be in a stellar mood. It was hot and dusty. People were everywhere, and though he believed the execution was totally a case of justice served, it wasn’t like he enjoyed death. It rather sapped one’s spirit and sobered one up a bit.
Putting a hand on Thaddeus to get him moving, he merely glanced at Gwyneth, thinking that would be enough to draw her along side them and out of the crowds. “Father’s over there,” he said, pointing to where Tzephaniah and Shiloh were standing. The old man and young one had found a place against a wall and were waving so that they could be seen. “I want a bath and a change of clothes,” Amiti groused. “Today has been horrendous.”
He wasn’t in a good mood until later that night when he’d had both of those things. Of course, he tried not to make too much trouble for his brothers, but he didn’t curb the irritation in his tone for Gwyneth. To her, he groused and complained the whole night until it was bed time.
Neena watched as the girl recoiled when she mentioned about her state of faithlessness. It was a reaction she was used to. It seemed that every kingdom, culture and people that she had visited had some form of faith. Whether they believed in a single great entity or a pantheon of beings it made no difference - at the end of the day, they all had faith. Neena's lack, therefore, automatically had her as a nomadic outsider no matter where she was visiting at the time. It was a state she had become very used to over time.
To say that she had absolutely no faith, however, was perhaps untrue. The way she saw other people's faiths was that they could all be possible. The Greeks were able to explain lightning through the great God of Zeus... the ancestor spirits were Bedoa's answer to dreams and visions... The Judeans... they seemed to use their faith as a teaching mechanism: a vengeful God for the sinners and a peaceful, benevolent one for those who lived their lives in accordance with the commandments and rituals of their religion. Each culture used faith in a different way and Neena felt that none of them were wrong. Each explained something - answered a question. It seemed to her that human kind sort answers so desperately that they were happy to believe anyone who came up with a believable solution.
What Neena had eventually come to terms with - the thing that truly made her different and secular to others she met - was the fact that she didn't need answers. She was quite happy with the mysteries of the world being mysteries. Was there an afterlife? Who knew? She would find out when she got there! Why struggle and twist your life from one ordained belief to another when, in fact, no-one really knew who was right and who was wrong? It all seemed like a giant waste of energy to her.
When a second girl came over to speak with them, Neena nodded at Arela's words of encouragement but the exchange was short as the young woman as drawn away towards a man who she treated with a friendly level of respect. Perhaps she was his servant or aide? Clearly, her duty pulled her away from what she wanted to be doing and Neena saw it as yet another example of how responsibilities and ties to other beings were simply a means of limiting your experience of the world.
When the Hebrew girl in front of her defined her as 'interesting', Neena smiled broadly and when she commented on wanting to see Greece, Neena nodded with a casual encouragement.
"You could go alone..." She assured her with a bright gaze and soft voice. "And it's easily than you might think." She held up a finger. "One boat right. A few coins to pay for passage on a trading ship. Within a week or so, you're in Greece." She shook her head. "Not as difficult as everyone thinks it is."
Glancing at the girl's traditional dress and that of all the other Judeans in their near vicinity - Neena certainly stuck out like a sore thumb - she turned her words questioning with curiosity.
"Who have you heard so much about Greece from?" She asked, with genuine sincerity. "I can't imagine there are many people here who know it well enough to speak of it in such detail...?"
Aside from the Grecian soldiers...
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Neena watched as the girl recoiled when she mentioned about her state of faithlessness. It was a reaction she was used to. It seemed that every kingdom, culture and people that she had visited had some form of faith. Whether they believed in a single great entity or a pantheon of beings it made no difference - at the end of the day, they all had faith. Neena's lack, therefore, automatically had her as a nomadic outsider no matter where she was visiting at the time. It was a state she had become very used to over time.
To say that she had absolutely no faith, however, was perhaps untrue. The way she saw other people's faiths was that they could all be possible. The Greeks were able to explain lightning through the great God of Zeus... the ancestor spirits were Bedoa's answer to dreams and visions... The Judeans... they seemed to use their faith as a teaching mechanism: a vengeful God for the sinners and a peaceful, benevolent one for those who lived their lives in accordance with the commandments and rituals of their religion. Each culture used faith in a different way and Neena felt that none of them were wrong. Each explained something - answered a question. It seemed to her that human kind sort answers so desperately that they were happy to believe anyone who came up with a believable solution.
What Neena had eventually come to terms with - the thing that truly made her different and secular to others she met - was the fact that she didn't need answers. She was quite happy with the mysteries of the world being mysteries. Was there an afterlife? Who knew? She would find out when she got there! Why struggle and twist your life from one ordained belief to another when, in fact, no-one really knew who was right and who was wrong? It all seemed like a giant waste of energy to her.
When a second girl came over to speak with them, Neena nodded at Arela's words of encouragement but the exchange was short as the young woman as drawn away towards a man who she treated with a friendly level of respect. Perhaps she was his servant or aide? Clearly, her duty pulled her away from what she wanted to be doing and Neena saw it as yet another example of how responsibilities and ties to other beings were simply a means of limiting your experience of the world.
When the Hebrew girl in front of her defined her as 'interesting', Neena smiled broadly and when she commented on wanting to see Greece, Neena nodded with a casual encouragement.
"You could go alone..." She assured her with a bright gaze and soft voice. "And it's easily than you might think." She held up a finger. "One boat right. A few coins to pay for passage on a trading ship. Within a week or so, you're in Greece." She shook her head. "Not as difficult as everyone thinks it is."
Glancing at the girl's traditional dress and that of all the other Judeans in their near vicinity - Neena certainly stuck out like a sore thumb - she turned her words questioning with curiosity.
"Who have you heard so much about Greece from?" She asked, with genuine sincerity. "I can't imagine there are many people here who know it well enough to speak of it in such detail...?"
Aside from the Grecian soldiers...
Neena watched as the girl recoiled when she mentioned about her state of faithlessness. It was a reaction she was used to. It seemed that every kingdom, culture and people that she had visited had some form of faith. Whether they believed in a single great entity or a pantheon of beings it made no difference - at the end of the day, they all had faith. Neena's lack, therefore, automatically had her as a nomadic outsider no matter where she was visiting at the time. It was a state she had become very used to over time.
To say that she had absolutely no faith, however, was perhaps untrue. The way she saw other people's faiths was that they could all be possible. The Greeks were able to explain lightning through the great God of Zeus... the ancestor spirits were Bedoa's answer to dreams and visions... The Judeans... they seemed to use their faith as a teaching mechanism: a vengeful God for the sinners and a peaceful, benevolent one for those who lived their lives in accordance with the commandments and rituals of their religion. Each culture used faith in a different way and Neena felt that none of them were wrong. Each explained something - answered a question. It seemed to her that human kind sort answers so desperately that they were happy to believe anyone who came up with a believable solution.
What Neena had eventually come to terms with - the thing that truly made her different and secular to others she met - was the fact that she didn't need answers. She was quite happy with the mysteries of the world being mysteries. Was there an afterlife? Who knew? She would find out when she got there! Why struggle and twist your life from one ordained belief to another when, in fact, no-one really knew who was right and who was wrong? It all seemed like a giant waste of energy to her.
When a second girl came over to speak with them, Neena nodded at Arela's words of encouragement but the exchange was short as the young woman as drawn away towards a man who she treated with a friendly level of respect. Perhaps she was his servant or aide? Clearly, her duty pulled her away from what she wanted to be doing and Neena saw it as yet another example of how responsibilities and ties to other beings were simply a means of limiting your experience of the world.
When the Hebrew girl in front of her defined her as 'interesting', Neena smiled broadly and when she commented on wanting to see Greece, Neena nodded with a casual encouragement.
"You could go alone..." She assured her with a bright gaze and soft voice. "And it's easily than you might think." She held up a finger. "One boat right. A few coins to pay for passage on a trading ship. Within a week or so, you're in Greece." She shook her head. "Not as difficult as everyone thinks it is."
Glancing at the girl's traditional dress and that of all the other Judeans in their near vicinity - Neena certainly stuck out like a sore thumb - she turned her words questioning with curiosity.
"Who have you heard so much about Greece from?" She asked, with genuine sincerity. "I can't imagine there are many people here who know it well enough to speak of it in such detail...?"